Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"..."

Surtr immediately shut her mouth, as if she wanted to say something. Was the reason still on their side?

Because of the fear of a sudden attack by Servants, Illya's surgery was scheduled for today during the day.

Trusting Medea, Surtr was honestly not worried about the outcome of the surgery at all.

But this doesn't seem to be the case for the people involved.

As we all know, fear can accumulate.

Even though the other person may have had similar surgeries countless times, they simply cannot get used to it; all that remains etched into their body is fear.

I guess I had some bad memories in my dream last night.

Perhaps Medea's intentional or unintentional intimidation played a part, but it was the main reason.

Um, sorry.

Surtr didn't have any good ways to comfort him, so he could only reach out and pat the other person's head.

A few moments later, the meal was over.

"Let's go, kid."

With the resolve to go to the execution ground, Ilya followed Medea into the gloomy workshop.

"By the way, don't do anything strange except for retrieving the Lesser Grail and healing."

Just to be on the safe side, Surtr advised.

There's no need to worry about the other person's safety, but it's unclear whether it will have any extra or missing features to satisfy Medea's own perverse tastes.

"...Master, you can trust me a little more."

Medea turned her head slightly away.

No, your subtle pause is quite problematic.

Surtr's face stiffened for a moment. So you really intend to do something?

Fortunately, it was discovered in time, otherwise Ilya might have been traumatized.

"In short, don't have any strange ideas."

"Understood, Master."

The other party made a guarantee.

Medea is usually very obedient, so there probably won't be any problems this time either.

probably.

Without giving it much thought, Surtr bid farewell to the two maids and headed down the mountain. Since she had nothing else to do, she decided to stroll around the streets and see if she could find some easy quests to complete.

You need to claim both kill rewards and mission rewards; only then can it be considered a complete system.

Inside the workshop after Surtr left.

Ilya changed into a loose white hospital gown, her petite body lying on the lab table, the pale light shining on her tense little face.

His body trembled slightly.

This environment inevitably reminded her of the time she underwent rehabilitation at the Einzbern family.

Without parents or relatives, every day his body is cut open, the blood on the bandages just won't stop, and even the slightest movement causes excruciating pain.

Even just thinking about it makes me feel the physical pain.

"Could it be that he's scared?"

Medea brought the tray to the table and teased.

"I wasn't scared at all."

Ilya is stubborn.

"I'm just worried that you might not be able to see anything like that. Are you sure you don't want to take the hood off?"

Her heart pounded as she looked at the black robe that covered half of the other person's face.

If the other party has a problem, she'll be the one who suffers.

"Don't worry, even if I accidentally make the wrong cut, I can fix it."

"Completely untrustworthy."

"Whatever, I'm starting now."

With that, Medea ignored the other person's look that seemed to want to say something more, and activated the magic circle engraved on the experimental table.

A faint light flashed beneath Ilya, followed by a wave of dizziness that washed over her, and her consciousness began to fade into a hazy blur.

"Can I survive?"

In a hazy state, Ilya murmured.

"Don't you even know who I am?"

Medea's tone carried an undeniable certainty.

The operation begins.

On the other side, on the street.

Surtr munched on the ice cream he had just bought, and looking at the big blue dog in the floral shirt in front of him, he once again sighed at how small Fuyuki really was.

"Oh, that hot lady, we meet again."

Lancer, however, greeted Surtr familiarly.

Their casual attitude makes it hard to believe that the two were fighting each other with weapons just a few days ago.

The so-called hostile relationship is nothing more than a difference in position. As long as fighting is not necessary, Lancer is more than happy to communicate with the strong people he admires.

Hello, Lancer.

Surtr responded politely.

She doesn't reject communication.

Judging from his attire, the bucket and backpack he was carrying, if I'm not mistaken, this guy probably wanted to go fishing at the beach, and the backpack likely contained something like a fishing rod.

"But what's with that strange nickname?"

"After all, I don't know your name, miss. Could you tell me if it's convenient?"

Lancer asked in a flirtatious tone, as if he were flirting with a girl.

"My name is Surtr."

"...Same name?"

"Yes, same name."

"Let's just say that's how it is then."

Lancer didn't dwell on this; he picked up the bucket and extended an invitation.

"Want to go fishing together?"

"Hmm... okay."

Without much hesitation, Surtr quickly abandoned his original plan and changed his next reservation to fishing.

Fishing with Brother Dog is much more fun than working.

It looks like Sera will be able to cook a bowl of fish soup for lunch today.

fsn: Chapter Thirty-Six is ​​mainly about eliminating evil for the people.

Fuyuki, seaside park, the edge of warehouse street.

Surtr and Lancer moved two small stools to sit on the shore, each holding a fishing rod, and chatted casually.

"Lancer, where is your Master? Is it alright for him not to be by his side?"

"That won't be too much trouble. Although I can't compare to Miss, my Master isn't the type who needs someone to protect her closely."

Lancer looked at Surtr, a warlike glint in his eyes.

It seems he really wants revenge for the arrow he shot last time.

"I can play with you if you want to."

Surtr reached the target without looking to the side, and at the same time, he lightly shook the fishing rod and exerted a little force in his arm.

"No, let's save it for tonight. If we start a battle now, we'll probably get a scolding from our Master."

"You, a guy like you, are actually afraid of your Master?"

"After all, they are the descendants of acquaintances, so we should at least take care of them."

Lancer spoke as if he were an older brother taking care of his younger brother.

Speaking of which, Bazett is a descendant of the Red Branch Knights, probably a descendant of one of Lancer's comrades.

As they were talking, Surtr lifted up a plump, red sea fish that was about thirty centimeters long.

Having not studied it much, Surtr couldn't tell what breed it was, but judging from its appearance, it was clearly a good choice as the first prey of the day.

"Oh, good luck! It's my turn next."

Seeing that the first kill had been stolen by the opponent, Lancer raised his fishing rod, striking a pose of defiance.

Since we can't fight for the time being, let's settle this by fishing.

"Okay, good luck."

Surtr offered a brief word of encouragement to the other party.

As a Master, Surtr has the authority to see through a Servant's stats. Her gaze lingered on the Servant's Luck stat for a second, and she felt she could already guess what would happen next.

He tossed the fish into the bucket, then baited the hook again and cast it into the sea.

"That's such a perfunctory job."

Lancer complained, and a moment later, he felt the fishing rod in his hand twitch twice.

"coming."

Lancer's eyes lit up. He stood up and skillfully began to reel in his rod. It was clear that this guy had been immersing himself in this sport for a long time.

Surtr also picked up her fishing rod, casting a surprised glance at the other guy, not expecting him to actually catch a fish. But soon, she wasn't surprised at all.

"What is this?!"

Lancer lifted up a black, unidentified object. Judging from its appearance, it was probably a rotten plastic bag, but what was inside was unknown.

Despite having ascended to the Spirit Origin realm, the opponent's pitifully low Luck stat seems to have remained unchanged.

"Which bastard is so inconsiderate?"

Muttering curses, Lance tossed the trash aside, sat down, turned his head, and stared intently at Surtr, who had just caught another large black fish, his crimson eyes unreadable.

"Would you like to change seats?"

Surtr asked kindly.

"No, no need. This was just an accident."

Lancer promptly refused.

Changing positions now would seem like he's admitting defeat, even though there wasn't even a match between them.

Lancer believed that even if he was unlucky, he could still catch fish with his own skills.

"alright."

Surtr shrugged.

It seems the other party hasn't realized the harsh reality.

"By the way, do you know Kirei Kotomine?"

Surtr suddenly asked as he cast the fishing line back into the water.

"You mean that fake priest? What happened to him?"