Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Surtr certainly knew that there were no other options besides measuring body size.

She explained it to herself in her mind.

"But why make clothes?"

Surtr obediently took off his clothes and, as instructed, lifted the long hair behind his head.

"Master, you're just wearing ordinary clothes, which would be easily damaged in battle."

Medea crouched down slightly, wrapped her hand around Surtr's upper body, and pressed her cheek close to his chest, the warm breath creating a wonderful sensation between their skin.

"Yes, indeed."

Suppressing the urge to murmur aloud, Surtr nodded.

Now all the clothes she wears are bought from shops on the street. Even the black dress she wore from the beginning was actually made of ordinary fabric.

"Actually, I'm quite good at sewing clothes. Using the materials I got from the Einzbern, I think I can make a pretty good garment. Master, what effect do you want?"

As she spoke, Medea squatted down and wrapped the measuring tape around Surtr's waist.

Speaking of which, the other party's props are made to an A grade.

"Can I choose the effect at will?"

"Those that are too complicated won't do; they're usually things that increase defense or attributes."

"Then let's add some agility."

That's Surtr's weakness.

If her strength is rated A+, then her agility is probably only at the D level. In this case, she would still have a hard time against Servants with high agility like Lancer or Rider.

It would be best if we could make up for it with equipment.

"Agile? I understand. Do you have any requirements regarding the style?"

"Black is fine, you can use whatever you like for the rest."

In his past life, he was the kind of guy who could buy an entire wardrobe of the same style of clothes. Apart from having a particular fondness for black, he had absolutely no idea about clothing coordination.

Speaking of clothes, Surtr looked at Medea's robe.

"Speaking of which, Servants' clothes are all woven with magic, right? Can I learn that technique too?"

"It's very difficult."

Medea shook her head.

"That's less like clothing and more like a part of the Servant themselves, which is why it can last for so long. Changing it would require a continuous drain on mana to maintain, just like a projection. It's not worth it."

Regret.

Surtr was thinking that if she could use magic, she wouldn't have to worry about changing clothes anymore, but it seems that this path won't work.

"All right."

As she spoke, Medea removed her hand from her thigh.

call.

Surtr breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the words that it was finally over.

I never imagined that making clothes required taking so many measurements.

You wouldn't normally notice, but my body is actually quite sensitive. Being touched like this all over the place is a bit much, and it makes me feel all itchy.

Fortunately, it didn't make any strange noises, otherwise it would have been considered a pervert.

After getting dressed, Surtr did not leave immediately.

"By the way, Medea, there's something else I want to discuss with you."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she wanted to talk to the other party about their upcoming plans.

For now, Surtr plans to first resolve the alliance between Saber and Archer, then the Lancer duo, and finally Rider.

If possible, Surtr wants to take all the remaining heads.

The two combined teams are the weakest; taking them out won't take too long. If Senji Muramasa gets ahead, he'll be a real problem; let's just eliminate him first.

The Lancer team is the most dangerous, but even so, the overall strength of both sides is actually quite similar, and the items made by Medea will further increase their chances of winning.

The most troublesome one is the rider.

With their current strength, they seem unable to defeat them head-on. The combination of their Reality Barrier and Holy Lance firepower is too strong, and she alone really doesn't have a good solution. Medea's direct combat strength is also limited. Stealing a Servant from another team... frankly, this method has little hope. They can only see what the other side has to do.

"I remember you said you could use the Greater Grail to continue summoning Servants."

"Well, this isn't a proper summoning, so it might put a considerable burden on the Master. Also, the Servant won't be bound by Command Seals, so I don't recommend it."

Is it similar to the situation with Gilgamesh in Chapter 7?

pity.

"However, there is indeed a way to increase our own combat strength. Master, are you familiar with the legend of the Golden Fleece?"

As she spoke, Medea walked to a corner of the workshop and took out a golden fur from a cabinet.

Its golden, shimmering fur instantly caught Surtr's attention.

Medea handed it to her.

Raising his hand to stroke it, Surtr's fluffy fur gave him an expression that seemed to have been healed.

"In Greek mythology, the Golden Fleece is a sheepskin passed down from Colchis, a treasure sought after by countless people. There is a legend that if you throw the Golden Fleece on the ground, you can summon a dragon."

"Well, although it's not that convenient, as long as you use this as a catalyst, you can easily summon the dragon that once guarded the Golden Fleece."

"Well, it's not that I doubt you, but can we really control a dragon?"

"Surtr asked."

She remembered that the other party's previous Master wanted Medea to summon a dragon, but was refused because the dragon was untamable.

“Master, dragons are creatures that worship strength, and you, my master, are undoubtedly a strong one.”

"Do you want me to go and beat it up?"

To put it simply, that's it.

"What if it would rather die than comply?"

"Then we can also obtain the materials from it."

Medea spoke without any hesitation.

"You're not losing either way, are you?" Surtr's eye twitched.

"You really know how to manage your money."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Medea replied with a smile.

She didn't ask herself what she would do if she couldn't beat the other side, even though she had never seen a Greek dragon, such creatures did exist in Northern Europe.

As long as it's not someone of Nighad's caliber, it's not a problem.

"Oh, right."

As if suddenly remembering something, Medea went to a laboratory table and took out a golden cup.

"Master, please extend your hand, left hand, back of hand facing up."

Surtr did as instructed.

Then, Medea poured the golden liquid from the cup onto the back of her hand.

Surtr was startled and instinctively tried to catch it with her other hand, but she quickly realized that it was unnecessary.

Like water meeting a sponge, the golden liquid completely seeped into the back of her hand, gradually gathering into a sword-shaped pattern like a Command Seal, but in gold.

And the more I look at it, the more familiar it seems.

"Isn't this Avalon? How did it become like this?"

Where did her huge scabbard go?

"Avalon is a conceptual weapon; its appearance is merely its outward form. What is important is the concept it embodies."

"Based on my adjustments, you can now use some of its power. Would you like to try it?"

As she spoke, Medea pulled out a small knife from somewhere and handed it to Surtr, asking, "What do you mean?"

"...Never mind, I'm still very afraid of pain."

I didn't accept it. It would be too much to ask her to deliberately get hurt. Let's talk about it another time.

fsn: Chapter 35 Fuyuki is so small

Nothing happened that night.

Surtr waited until late last night, but still no Servant surprise attack came.

It seems that after the intense fighting of the first few days, those warmongers have entered a period of observation.

After all, the current situation is a four-way standoff, so we need to carefully choose our next opponent.

However, she seems to be the most warlike among them, having defeated both of the Servants who have already left the field.

The results were remarkable.

……

The next day.

Surtr opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a pair of jewel-like blue-purple pupils.

Long, blue hair fell naturally from her head, and a pair of elfin ears peeked out from it. Even without any adornment, her appearance was still pleasing to the eye.

Good morning, Master.

Medea greeted her with a smile.

Good morning, Medea.

Surtr responded in kind.

"It's rare to see you back to rest."

Thinking about it, she realized that the other person hadn't slept for three or four days, and to be honest, she felt that the other person was working too hard.

Of course, this cannot be said aloud. If something strange happens and the other party wants to terminate the contract, that would be terrible.

"After all, the most urgent work has been completed, so we can relax a little now."

"Well, with our strength, there's no need to be in too much of a rush."

Even if there is a difference in combat strength, they are not opponents that can be easily defeated.

If you can't beat them, you can always run away, right?

She's not the kind of person who's determined to fight to the death.

After lingering in bed for a while, Surtr slowly got out of bed, got dressed, washed up, and then followed the scent wafting in the air to the dining room to enjoy the breakfast that Sera had prepared.

What a beautiful morning.

Surtr was in a good mood.

But some people don't seem so happy.

"Ilya, did you not sleep well last night?"

Surtr noticed the little girl with dark circles under her eyes next to her. Because she was about to be dissected, or rather, undergo surgery, the little girl didn't get any breakfast.

"It's nothing, I just had a bad dream."

Ilya shook her head, offering no further explanation.

Upon hearing that the other person was having nightmares, Surtr initially thought it was due to the effects of yesterday's Holy Grail ritual, but her doubts were quickly resolved.

Client: Illya

[Mission: To emerge intact from the black-robed woman's workshop]

[Reward: 50 Primogems]