A compilation of memorable moments from Chaldea's girlfriends showing affection in various dime

Medea looked at the Heroic Spirit Summoning Circle with a sorrowful expression on her face. She bent down and lay on the magic circle, longing for her homeland.

She endured the humiliation and the harsh words from the magician before her. Even though he treated her this way, Medea did not use her Noble Phantasm on herself, nor did she abandon her true form.

The former magician.

She would not harm the magician in front of her unless absolutely necessary, and unless this man truly betrayed her.

But this isn't really betrayal; it's not a contract based on mutual agreement and respect. Getting rid of the foolish magician in front of them is simply changing partners.

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Fate/stay night, UBW timeline.

Ryudong Temple.

Atalanta stared at Atram Galliasta with icy eyes.

A crack appeared in the teacup in her hand, and warm tea seeped out and dripped onto the floor. The lion's tail behind her was raised and taut.

Circe, clinging to Medea's arm, pointed angrily at Atram Galliasta and said:

"Where is he now?! I'm going to go over there and turn him into a piglet! Tonight I'll roast him into a pig and throw him into the back mountain to feed the monkeys!"

Circe hugged Medea's arm tightly. "It's alright, it's alright, my lovely Medea. With us here, you'll never encounter anything like this again. Auntie, I'll take good care of you!"

She kissed Medea on the cheek, her fair face rubbing against Medea's.

"..." Medea sighed softly. She didn't want to look at this painful, nauseating memory anymore.

“Medea, your biggest flaw is… you’re too soft-hearted. Although you can be ruthless sometimes, you use it in the wrong way… ah!” Dioscurio Polux couldn’t help but complain.

Dioscuroi Castor looked at Atram Galliasta with disgust: "This foolish Holy Grail War, the Mage's Association that held this ritual, the Holy Church. Everyone who invented this magical ritual deserves to die. What arrogant humans who treat Heroic Spirits and gods as their slaves?"

His body slowly dissipated from the spot. "Sister, I'm going to the place where the oil magician lives."

He wanted to eradicate the oil magician's family and all the related forces.

"Brother, wait for me!" Dioscuroi Polux followed closely behind and disappeared into Ryudo-ji Temple.

Atram Galliasta's attitude towards the Heroic Spirits directly provoked their anger.

Hercules stood by without stopping the twins; after all, the magicians they intended to kill didn't deserve to be human. In his eyes, those magicians were now no different from the monsters rampaging through villages and kingdoms—utterly inhuman.

The Atlantic Outer Belt.

"These magicians who only know how to use resources are really useless, a bunch of brainless, short-sighted trash. Since they know Medea's identity, they should know whose disciple she is, right? So what if she can't summon dragons? That won't affect Medea's strength!"

Helena, hands on her hips, said rather speechlessly, "Although Medea and I are both research-oriented Servants, taking down a modern magician is as easy as drinking water for us. You don't even know what Medea's Noble Phantasm is, yet you're complaining about everything. It's clearly because your level as a magician is too third-rate, and you're too capable. You and Matou Shinji are both brainless idiots."

'Seriously. These foolish magicians think they're so great just because they have Command Seals? With that arrogant attitude, they think they can be taught a lesson? Teach them a lesson they won't forget!'

Jason covered his forehead with his right hand and rubbed his temples. "Medea, we really have encountered a truly utter piece of trash. Modern magicians should all just die."

He admired Atram Galliasta's audacity; he dared to say these things to Medea without using a Command Spell. Wasn't he afraid that he'd wake up one day to find himself turned into a human-headed walking stick by Medea?

This guy is really lucky, before this idiot betrayed Medea. That stupid Medea would never abandon this fool, would she?

Jason sighed and leaned against the ship's railing. Seeing these fools, he no longer wanted to save Pan-Human History. Goetia was right; perhaps such fools wouldn't appear in the new Human History. The new Human History would be better, wouldn't it?

But I don't exist in this new human history. Does that mean I'll never have a chance to fulfill my dreams? That won't do.

“Utterly foolish! Who gave Atram Galliasta the audacity to provoke us?” Edison roared angrily. “I’m going to turn this guy into a disposable machine bomb.”

"This is so embarrassing... It seems that his strength was built up with money from the entire history of humankind. He himself is just a nouveau riche bumpkin with no intelligence, extremely weak magic skills, and no knowledge whatsoever."

Drake and Dion stayed with the young Medea, fearing she might suddenly go berserk.

If it were the young Medea, she would definitely have used magic to kill the oil magician.

The adult Medea summoned by the oil magician is not as strong as the teenage Medea, which means the master is too weak.

Type-Moon AP World.

Mordred grinned, revealing two small fangs. "What a gentle world. Even nouveau riche without any real power can become a master. The magicians of the Clock Tower are so useless. Didn't they ever think of taking away this guy's family's accumulated wealth and chopping off their heads while they were at it?"

This guy is really lucky, really lucky.

Once she appears, she will definitely cut off Atram Galliasta's head with a single sword strike, giving him no chance to use a Command Spell.

"I'm very unhappy."

I really dislike this guy. Master, aren't these newly emerging magic families just asking for trouble? Having money without power is useless, you know.

Having emerged from the battlefield of carnage, Mordred utterly despised magician families who amassed wealth through resources but lacked the power to protect them, instead relying on the existing world rules to survive.

In her world, those pathetic, dog-like magic families or kingdoms have been utterly crushed and slaughtered by the army she led.

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In the days that followed...

No matter how submissive Medea appeared, the oil magician harbored strong hostility towards her.

He took Medea to see the trump card he had prepared for this Holy Grail War.

A magic workshop that extracts magical crystals from the lives of children; hundreds of trafficked children reside here. Pure souls, untainted by other thoughts, can yield pure magical crystals.

Medea watched this practice with disgust—this life-stealing, inefficient, and useless sorcery that would undoubtedly bring curses and calamities upon her.

"How about that? Something that would have taken a month to make is now done in an instant." The oil magician boasted, holding up a small piece of magic crystal refined from the lives of six children.

The two soon had a disagreement.

“Utterly useless. Using your life for a magic crystal of this level is something only a third-rate magician would do.” Medea said with disgust, taking a step forward and lightly tapping the air with her finger, connecting the Great Source to her body.

A few drops of clear liquid dripped from the air in front of the fingertips, landing on the crafting platform. Instantly, they burst into dazzling light.

A large, high-purity magic crystal appeared. According to the oil magician's magic workshop, it would take the lives of hundreds of people to make a magic crystal of this size.

The oil magician was even more wary of Medea's actions; he found the arrogant demeanor of a mere Servant utterly repulsive.

He believed that he should be the dominant party, that he was the master, and that his followers were his slaves.

How dare a mere slave be so disrespectful to his master?

There's nothing we can do; they're just a bunch of foolish people who live a good life because of resources and luck. In other worlds, families with no real strength but abundant resources would be wiped out.

"Although you have gone too far, please stop using this workshop. Wasting life is the most third-rate method." Medea looked at the magic workshop in front of her and said with disdain, "As a user of magic, I cannot ignore a workshop that is not operating within its means."

Hearing Medea's words, the oil magician's eyes flashed with a cold look. "Don't try to lecture me, you mere Servant. No, I'm the one who really doesn't know enough about Servants."

He watched coldly as Medea used a Command Spell to command her not to use the Noble Phantasm that could break magic on him.

"If I were to be ambushed by that betrayed witch, I'd be in deep trouble."

A treacherous witch? I only offered the right advice, why, why use a Command Spell for such a trivial matter? Medea stood frozen in place, staring in disbelief at her human master.

Why, why...

She watched as the blond man angrily strode towards her, his fist raised. She tried to raise her hand to protect herself, but was knocked to the ground by a single punch.

This was completely beyond Medea's expectations.

She had initially assumed the arrogant magician before her would only hurl insults and scorn at her... Command Spells, attacks, calling her a witch...

After that, Medea was ambushed by the magician assassin.

Although she easily defeated these overconfident magician assassins, Medea, still grieving, was injured.

She walked alone through the lush, rain-swept forest toward the magic workshop.

“Witch...witch. You are too, they are too, they all call me a witch…” I am not a witch, Medea did not want to bear such a name, these things imposed on her by others.

Medea looked at the magic workshop so close before her, and at her own injuries, and finally made up her mind. She knew what she should do and what she could do now.

She could clearly sense that the foolish magician who had made a contract with her was no longer nearby. He seemed to have gone elsewhere to take care of some business, and this time was a precious opportunity for her.

Medea looked down at the talisman that broke the laws of all things in her hand, then forcefully raised it and stabbed it against herself. "I should have done this a long time ago... Ahahaha, hehehe."

A desolate laugh echoed inside the elevator.

She appeared in the magic workshop and gently waved her finger. Threads appeared around the neck of a servant in the workshop, the transparent threads instantly taut. A few seconds later, the servant in white collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and died.

She released all the children who had survived in the magic workshop.

“Using children’s lives to do this kind of thing… If Atalanta saw this, she would definitely fight me to the death.”

She pointed to the workshop in front of her, speaking incantations, and clusters of azure flames clung to the building, burning fiercely.

Medea hadn't completely given up on the foolish oil magician. She was still willing to give him one last chance. But little did she know, her life was already in danger thanks to the oil magician.

The master was sold to Lancer.

Inside the elevator, the oil magician wore a gleeful smile. The traitorous witch would soon be dead at Lancer's hands. He eagerly awaited the identity of his next summoned Servant.

He has already used his financial power to buy relics and summoning mediums all over the world.

"What's going on here?" The oil magician coldly stared at Medea's back as she stood at the control panel, and at the magic workshop around him that had been burned to ashes.

"I took it upon myself to dismantle the workshop. As for the position, I'll take you to a more suitable place." Blood dripped from Medea's cheek, her expression calm and composed. After being betrayed, she no longer felt any psychological burden.

The oil magician, whose intelligence seemed abnormal, didn't run away. Instead, he calmly walked behind Medea and coldly said:

"Then, where would be a better place than here?"

"The center of this ritual. The place where the Greater Grail resides. It's a natural fortress that makes it difficult for Servants to approach. From now on, if you obey me obediently, I will take you there, Master."

“That won’t do.” The oil magician stared coldly at Medea. Die! Betraying witch! “This is the end for us. Medea. By Command Spell, I hereby order you to commit suicide, Medea.”

A few seconds passed, and Medea remained motionless, tilting her head and looking at the magician in front of her with pity. Foolish, how incredibly foolish.

She wouldn't know what Command Seals can do, or what the Holy Grail War is all about?

"What's going on!?" The once composed oil magician's face showed utter astonishment. Panic! He was now in a panic: "Didn't one order have any effect!?"

"Hehehe!" Medea couldn't help but laugh, she was so cute.

"I command you once again with a Command Spell: End your own life, Caster!!!" The two Command Spells disappeared, and the oil magician looked at Medea in front of him with expectant eyes, but the other party did not make any move to commit suicide.

He froze, staring blankly at the unbelievable scene before him like a fool. The Command Seals... they didn't work...?

Was it that I used the Command Seals incorrectly, used the wrong method, or said them wrong?

This ignorant, foolish Middle Eastern upstart underestimated his followers and overestimated his own abilities as a magician.

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!" Medea burst into laughter, watching the foolish magician's performance before her. "Let me tell you the truth: What a foolish master. Have you already forgotten what my Noble Phantasm is?"

Your words sound so jarring now. The oil magician finally remembered the effect of Medea's Noble Phantasm: "The Blade that Breaks the Laws of All Things... But that thing should be forbidden by Command Spells."

"Yes. That's right. Although I can't use it on you, I used it on myself. I've severed my contract with you." Medea coldly looked at the foolish man in front of her. Anyone who calls her a witch will pay the price.

"Impossible, impossible!!" The oil magician pointed at Medea in a panic, his legs trembling uncontrollably, his crotch becoming wet, he had already wet himself in fear.

"This is suicidal for you Servants!!! You can't even protect your own body like this!!!"

"Hmm—and then?" Medea's lips curled into a beautiful, cold smile, her stunning face now tinged with murderous intent. "This has absolutely nothing to do with you, who's about to die here right now, does it?"

Her dark purple lips opened and closed.

The magic was activated, and raging flames engulfed the oil magician's body. Anyone who calls themselves a witch will be burned to death like a witch.

The oil magician's consciousness was directly banished into the illusion space by Medea.

The foolish oil magician ran through the illusion, lighter in hand, howling and screaming, running desperately through the dark maze.

The rock walls surrounding the dark labyrinth are painted with stories about Medea.

"Why, why!! How can I end up here! The Holy Grail War hasn't even started, the battle hasn't even begun, and I'm already going to...!!!"

With a thud, the oil magician tripped over a protruding rock and fell to the ground, looking utterly disheveled. His previous arrogant and smug demeanor had vanished completely.

He leaned against the mural of Medea holding a bloodstained dagger, panting, staring at the terrifying phantom before him.

"For someone like you who plans the outcome before you even begin, this couldn't be more fitting, right?"

The oil magician was engulfed in raging heat, his body reduced to charred remains by the intense flames.

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Spy world.

Tears streamed down Joel Forger's face as he gazed with heartache at the wronged Medea in the scene, betrayed by her own master.