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

“Miss Medea, everything you said before was a lie. If she really were a witch, the Holy Grail War would have ended long ago.”

“Yes. Her power could easily turn all the humans in Fuyuki City into demonic energy. But she didn’t do that. Although she hurt many people as well…” Lloyd Fogger thought it was to an acceptable degree.

He wasn't some kind of saintly figure; he wouldn't judge Medea's actions as black or white.

She was a princess living in an ancient world 3000 years ago, a princess from an era where human life was as cheap as grass. Medea, a divine magician possessing this identity.

To do this is already incredibly kind.

Lloyd Fogger stared coldly at the oil magicians, unable to tolerate their cruel practice of using innocent children as props.

He actually had the nerve to say that Medea and these ancient magicians treated human life as nothing more than a piece of paper.

Have you ever cared about the lives of these innocent and adorable children?

You're just lucky to have been born into a wealthy family. People with power can take the lives of oil tycoons like you at will.

Lloyd Fogger also noticed that Medea had consistently maintained a submissive demeanor, always addressing the oil magician as "you"...

"I simply cannot understand what this idiot is thinking... In the eyes of the princess of the kingdom three thousand years ago, you were just an ordinary commoner, weren't you? Back then, commoners weren't even worth as much as cattle or sheep. She addressed you with honorifics. And you actually think that such a servant would betray you?"

"From the very beginning, Medea never intended to betray the magician who summoned her." The curly-haired young man held a glass of wine, gulping it down, watching Medea's plight with a heavy heart.

"Seriously, really... Ugh! I'm so angry! Why does such a good woman have to run into such a scumbag?! Why do good women always get bullied by scumbags?!"

He was furious, incredibly angry. If... if he were Medea's master, he would definitely treat Medea well.

What use is the Holy Grail, such a foolish and meaningless thing?

He would definitely choose to take Medea back to her hometown, hoping to win her over during their time there. That's the most important thing!

45 Medea replenishes mana

Anja Ferguson sat between Lloyd and Joel, watching the screen with fear as she looked at the children being hung up.

If I lived in the world of Shirou Emiya...

As an orphan, someone no one wants to adopt... perhaps I'll become one of these children.

“You big bad guy…you deserve it! Pfft, Pava.” She held a silenced toy pistol in her hand and kept firing at the oil magician.

Although the scene of the oil magician being burned to a crisp was horrifying, it did not frighten her.

If the villains of this evil organization die, many children will be spared from their clutches!

Anya Fogg also knew that without trade, there would be no killing; without these villains who spent huge sums of money to buy orphans, there would be no such inhumane thing as human trafficking.

PS—May all human traffickers and their entire families die and never be reincarnated.

Type-Moon Zero timeline.

Kiritsugu Emiya stared coldly at the oil magician. This guy actually managed to survive until the Fifth Holy Grail War...

It seems it's because of his own passing.

If he were still alive, magicians who use such methods of sacrificing their lives would be the primary targets.

He was increasingly realizing that the Holy Church was an utterly incompetent organization; what was the point of sending its agents to hunt down Yu Ji? The True Ancestor posed no threat whatsoever; she was only killing those who came to capture her.

These selfish, inhuman magicians are the ones who should be dealt with first.

The oil magician is lucky; if the Servant he summons is Iskandar the Conqueror, Atalanta, Jack the Ripper, Hercules, Boudica, Minamoto no Yorimitsu, Red Enma, Momiji the Demoness, Tamamo-no-Mae, or something similar...

They would definitely be turned into mincemeat by their own Servants.

Webber Velvet covered his mouth and vomited repeatedly in the toilet. He couldn't accept the scene of the children who disappeared into the magic container, turned into black water, and became magical crystals.

He kept vomiting, his stomach churning, his eyes welling up with tears, and he felt an intense hatred for this evil act.

He vented his anger in the toilet.

Inside Einzbern Castle, Artoria Pendragon gasped for breath, her body swirling in a fierce wind that instantly tore the furniture in the room to shreds.

"Heretical path...! They deserve it."

Her eyes flashed with overwhelming murderous intent.

Here, she is a noble knight-king. She feels heartache for the children's plight and anger at the magicians' cruel methods.

When protecting Britain, she is King Arthur, ruthless and unscrupulous. Her identity changes in each situation.

To protect Britain and repel the invaders, she would ruthlessly seize food from villages to continue the fight. She knew there were children, the elderly, and women in the villages, but she would do it nonetheless.

Even if she would be despised, cursed, and betrayed afterward, she still did it. Simply because she bore the responsibility of continuing the fate of Britain.

"Yes, this is what he deserves. It's outrageous! So many innocent children..." Irisviel held the dazed Ilya, looking with heartache at the barefoot children who were running away quickly.

I hope these children can be adopted by good people, live happy lives, and live out their lives in peace. I hope they will never be kidnapped by human traffickers again.

Grand Carnival World.

"My Medea, although she can be a little silly at times, she's very caring towards her Master. She's just like Mother Emiya in how she cares for and guides her Master."

Gudako wore a bright smile, holding the Holy Grail, the Dragon Heart, the Saint Quartz, and the Golden Apple in her bamboo basket.

She was going to Medea

I'll stay in the room for a few days.

She hasn't been bringing Medea along when she's been gathering materials lately; she can't neglect the lovely Medea.

Medea in Chaldea has all her skills at level 10 and is currently level 90. She is very happy here and has met a master she can entrust her life to.

She hates bad men, but when faced with her master, who is also a girl, the lovely Fujimaru Ritsuka, with her orange-red hair and a sweet smile that is always on her face.

Medea has fallen.

Even if I weren't a girl, this kind of life is pretty good.

She lay on the bed, radiating holy light, while the naked Fujimaru Ritsuka beside her drooled and held Medea's waist with her right hand, murmured, "Hoo...hoo...Medea, lovely Medea."

The Kyushu Lostbelt: Chen Gong and Red Hare Timeline.

Qin Liangyu flicked the boulder beside her with her spear, shouting, "Hah—!" She swung her white spear forward, the silvery spear energy piercing through the boulder and turning it into countless fragments.

She was so angry at the oil magician's actions that she didn't even want to eat lunch.

Although I know this matter has little to do with Chaldea, I still can't tolerate the insane behavior of these magicians outside of Chaldea.

Pan-human history is simply no match for an eternal paradise.

This incident shocked the people in the Great Qin Strange Tales Zone. How could anyone dare to traffic children? How could there be such a demon who could kill children without batting an eye?

Pan-human history is truly a terrible, hopeless world.

This kind of morally bankrupt and inhumane business has been going on for who knows how long, perhaps for thousands of years without stopping.

The villages surrounding the farmland in the Qin Dynasty's Lost Belt have disappeared.

All the villagers moved into the megacity built by the Qin Dynasty, where everyone received a house, and medical care and food were free. Everyone's obligation was to learn, create, and perfect their own lives.

Hundreds of thousands of skyscrapers, hundreds of meters high, are filled with people, and activity spaces that only existed in pan-human history have been built and erected in various parts of the city.

There is no need to worry about security or peace.

With surveillance everywhere and exceptionally powerful officials, no one dared to commit evil. Those with martial prowess were all elites selected through rigorous screening.

The third singularity.

"Damn magicians, you all deserve to die...!! How dare you harm the world's treasure, the most beautiful gem!!!" Blackbeard was furious as he looked at the loli girl inside the magic container.

"Men!! Staying in the Singularity is utterly pointless. I'm tired of fighting that woman Drake. Let's go to Pan-Human History and plunder those magicians, kill them all, and steal all their treasure!!"

"Oh my god! Boss, I've wanted to do this for ages! This disgusting blond guy actually has so many cute girls around him."

"How can such useless, spineless wimps live such a life? The captain is right, let's go kill them all! Let's kill these useless, rich magicians."

The pirates raised their swords in a frenzy, roaring.

The oil magician was no match for any of the pirates present, yet he lived such a luxurious life, which aroused the pirates' dissatisfaction.

Mary hugged Anne, a sweet smile on her face. "Thank goodness we weren't summoned by that stupid magician. He would definitely have looked at Anne with a very lewd gaze."

“It’s alright. If I encounter a magician like that, I’ll strike first and blow his head off.” Mary smiled and pulled out a thick, black, meter-long bolt-action gun from behind her.

"Miss Medea, you were born in the wrong era. You'd be better off joining us as pirates and sailing the high seas together. With Miss Medea's magical support... hahahahaha! We could probably sail around freely until retirement!"

Hercules, enraged, smashed the rock beside him with a punch, witnessing the treatment of his former companions and the inhumane treatment of these innocent children.

They were treated like livestock.

It was used as a tool for magicians to win the Holy Grail War.

His blood pressure spiked instantly, his muscles bulged, he exhaled scorching heat, and his long, jet-black hair danced wildly.

His current level of rage is enough to shatter Gilgamesh with a single slap.

Hercules, a Berserker, becomes stronger the higher his Berserk level.

In his most enraged state, Hercules was not afraid of the Chains of Heaven at all. It was just a broken iron chain; how could it possibly bind Hercules?

Even the gods have different levels of power. Do you think you can restrain the Six Emperors with broken iron chains?

Blackbeard's fleet sets sail, their destination—the location of the Pan-Human History Association, the headquarters of the Magicians' Association.

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Just then, Cú Chulainn appeared in the magic workshop in an elevator.

He looked at Medea with an extremely unwilling expression on his face, brandishing the Death Thorn Spear in his hand and unleashing the Sea Spear Technique!

Bazett's Command Seals were stolen by Kirei Kotomine.

He's still under the command seal placed on him by Kirei Kotomine, forcing him to hold back, but he still has to obey. This is truly...

At first, I was quite happy to see that the master who summoned me was someone from my own race. The master was also a pretty, slightly ditzy young lady... but then...

Cú Chulainn lamented his misfortune.

Medea gritted her teeth and...

Using the last bit of magical power within his body, he activated spatial teleportation, instantly moving himself out.

She lay on the damp, muddy ground, her body covered in wounds, looking at the gloomy sky, cold tears dripping down her cheeks, while warm tears at the corners of her eyes were dampened by the cold rain.

The cold, icy rain lashed against the cheeks of the girl who longed to return to her hometown.

Why am I so trapped in this sea of ​​suffering, unable to escape? Why, why did I end up like this...?

"Hahaha...hehehe..." Medea laughed bitterly, mocking herself, "In the end, I still ended up like this. Arbitrarily driven away, used, and scornfully regarded as a traitor. I only wanted to..."

She stretched out her hand into the void, and said sadly and resentfully, "All I want is to return to my hometown."

She just wanted to return to her hometown, where she had someone to shelter her, where she had family, and where she would no longer be driven away or taken advantage of.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps beside her. As her consciousness was fading, she turned her head and looked at the man in a suit who had appeared in the mountains in the middle of the night, holding a black umbrella.

"What are you doing there?" Kuzuki Souichirou said in a low voice, looking at the strange woman in a cloak lying in the wet mud.

But Medea no longer had the strength to even confirm who the other person was.

The thought kept echoing in her mind was, "It's over. My life is over again. My dreams are over too..."

She has absolutely no energy left to unleash magic.

Although she was an exceptionally skilled mage from the Age of Gods, her physical strength was weak, even weaker than Ilya's. Blood kept flowing through her body, and she felt her body gradually growing cold.

A normal person, upon finding a woman lying in the damp mud late at night, covered in blood, would either panic and run away or be terrified. That's what she thought, but none of that mattered anymore; it had nothing to do with her, who was about to disappear here.

She closed her eyes, tilted her head, and fell into a coma.

But Souichirou Kuzuki calmly walked forward, tore open Medea's clothes, his brow furrowing. He pressed his right hand firmly against the bleeding wound, tearing off a piece of his own sleeve and pressing it against the wound. Soon, the bleeding slowed down. Although this would cause the wound to become infected, it was the right thing to do to save her life first and then treat her injury.

He had experience as an assassin, and he knew how to treat wounds caused by these kinds of cold weapons.

He carried Medea and quickly returned to Ryudong Temple.

Medea leaned against the cushion, wrapped in a dry, warm blanket. The room was heated, and her icy hands and feet warmed up. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around blankly. Where was she? Hadn't she disappeared?

"You're awake? Does that prove anything?"

Upon hearing this, Medea stared blankly at the man sitting on the tatami mat in front of her. Was it him? Did he save me?

But...why?

A woman like me, covered in blood and suspicious, shouldn't the police be called or something?