Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Upon seeing Surtr awaken, he immediately showed a joyful expression.

"You're awake, Master. How are you feeling?"

"good."

"It seems Avalon is functioning properly."

Medea stepped forward and conducted a series of checks on Surtr, from opening his mouth to undressing him.

"Yes, thanks to it, otherwise we would have been in danger this time."

Avalon's healing abilities were arguably the key to turning the tide of the battle.

"I'm sorry, the dress you made turned out like that after only one wear."

Surtr looked at the Black Swan costume, which was already badly damaged.

This outfit is very helpful in battle, but unfortunately it broke after only one wear.

She remembered that she had received the new clothes less than half an hour ago.

If this were a past life, he would probably still be in a stage of cherishing her very much, just like a newly dating girlfriend.

One has to admit, fighting really wears out clothes.

"This is not a problem. The core components are not damaged and it is not difficult to repair. The most important thing is that you are alright, Master."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Praise Medea.

"Speaking of which, how's the situation outside? How about Ilya and the others? Are they alright?"

At that moment, she had no choice but to hold back, hoping those guys wouldn't get caught in the crossfire.

"Don't worry, they're in good spirits and are cleaning up the wreckage outside."

wreckage?

Is Ryudong Temple badly damaged?

"Except for the workshops, they're basically all wiped out."

"......"

After confirming that there were no problems with his body, Surtr got out of bed and went outside the workshop with the other person.

What came into view was a scene that looked as if it had been swept away by a natural disaster.

The land was turned upside down, the houses were destroyed, and even the sturdiest floor of Ryudoji Temple was shattered. Only ruins remained, and the only thing that could be considered intact on the entire mountaintop was the workshop behind her.

The location where she and Lancer were fighting was at least 300 meters above Ryudouji Temple, and most of the power of their Noble Phantasms was in the air.

Even so, this kind of damage still occurred.

It can only be said that both sides were giving it their all.

Yeah, I feel pretty apologetic.

Surtur silently apologized to the monks who went to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures, for their homes were gone after just one trip.

I just hope this trip will help them increase their mental resilience.

Although my home is gone, at least I'm still alive.

Thinking about it this way, Surtr's slight sense of guilt disappeared.

Not far from the two, you can see Lyselite and Sera laying bricks, and Ilya squatting on the ground giving nonsensical instructions.

Despite the destruction of the building, the fact that Ryudouji Temple is a node of the Fuyuki Vein remains unchanged, and the group will still live there during the Holy Grail War.

"Ah, Surtr, you woke up so quickly."

Ilya waved to the two of them. She stood up, walked up to Surtr, and examined him closely, pinching and squeezing him, even at one point wanting to bury her head inside his clothes.

What's wrong with you?

Surtr quickly took several steps back, keeping a distance from this little pervert.

As a conservative person, I think this kind of thing should be done indoors; it's too difficult to do it outdoors right away.

"No, it was just an accident. You recovered so quickly, are you a monster?"

Sorting her messy hair, Ilya spoke with an exaggerated expression.

"You have no idea, when I found you, you were covered in blood. If the woman in the black robe hadn't said you were alright, I would have thought you were dead."

Are you cursing me?

Surtr gently tapped her little head.

"Was it really that serious? But it seems like you're completely healed now, which is amazing."

"After all, we have Avalon, and we owe a lot to Medea."

While its direct combat capabilities are not particularly promising, its support capabilities are truly exceptional.

"I only did some insignificant little things; it was all due to Master's own abilities."

"How modest! By the way, you seemed busy just now, what were you doing?"

Without lingering on this topic that could go on forever, Surtr asked.

"I plan to upgrade the workshop and turn it into a temple."

"If it's a temple, it will be much easier to deal with both external invasions and internal enemies. We didn't have much time before, so we might as well get things settled now."

"Also, regarding the summoning of the dragon. Considering the impact on the outside world, I plan to conduct it in the mirror world, which also needs to be arranged in advance."

Medea answered them one by one.

The mirror world is a world completely opposite to the real world, existing in entirely different spaces.

If you're doing taming work there, you don't have to worry about making any noise.

"Come to think of it, there seems to be such a thing."

Surtr did mention summoning a dragon before, but because it was so long ago (just a few days ago), he accidentally forgot.

If you think about it that way, that Noble Phantasm isn't entirely useless after all.

Riding a dragon is much cooler than riding a celestial horse.

It seems she has no choice but to become a dragon knight.

Surtr couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth at the thought of riding on a dragon's back and looking down on all living beings.

Pegasus, no way.

Dragon, move.

Medusa can ride a winged horse to confront the Holy Sword, so when the time comes, she'll have to ride a dragon to clash with the Holy Lance.

Just imagining that scene made her excited.

Of course, considering that Surtr is still seriously injured and his strength is less than 30%, he will have to wait a day or two before he can tame his first mount.

I'm really looking forward to it, Longlong.

"Surtr, you're drooling."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

fsn: Chapter 49 Nobody knows barbecue better than me

On the vast desert, under the scorching sun, a red figure, holding reins, stood atop a black dragon, looking down like a god upon the terrified army below.

"Roar, Kurikara!"

At a command.

The dragon breathed scorching hot air, and like harvesting wheat, the defenseless army died in droves, scattering like birds and beasts.

"I have to admit, right now, you're stronger."

With a resentful utterance, the renowned Conqueror King vanished in a breath.

"Vulnerable."

Surtr let out a disdainful sound and turned his gaze to the gray-robed figure who was still putting up a stubborn resistance.

As if chanting something, a golden light emanated from the figure's hand.

"Hmph, this mere Holy Lance, I'll just use it as a chew toy for my pet."

"As for women, we'll snatch them and make them our wives."

With a pull on the reins, Surtr aimed the dragon's head at the tip of the Holy Lance.

"Embrace the Holy Lance, Polychest!"

Raising Levantine aloft, Surtr rode his dragon and charged head-on at the incoming spear of light.

At this critical moment, Surtr suddenly felt his head tilt to the side, and then Ilya's voice rang out from the sky.

"Wake up, Surtr, it's time to eat."

Then, *snap*.

The light disappeared.

wake up.

Inside the house that had been repaired with magic, Surtr opened his eyes.

My head was forced to shake from side to side, as if someone was holding the steering wheel.

"How does it feel?"

Surtr looked at the little girl who was pondering something by the bedside and asked.

"It feels very comfortable, just like jade."

Ilya responded instinctively, even rubbing her hands on it a couple of times.

Then, as if realizing something, the little guy trembled, stiffly turned his head, and his ruby-like pupils met Surtr's dull pupils, which were lifeless from just waking up.

"Ah, Surtr, you're awake. It's almost noon. I've come to call you for lunch."

Quickly releasing her grip, Ilya took two steps back, put her hands behind her back, and looked away.

"Um, um, I'm sorry, I was just curious, please don't be angry."

After standing there hesitating for a while, the little guy lowered his head and honestly admitted his mistake.

It seems that her gaze just now caused the other party to misunderstand.

"I'm not angry."

Stretching, Surtr stood up and patted the other person on the head.

She is a very easygoing person, and she hasn't felt anger since junior high school.

"However, it's not good to touch things without permission. If you want to touch them, just tell me."

This was no big deal, and Surtr didn't mind. Besides, there were no nerves on the horns, so even if someone touched them, they wouldn't feel anything.

There won't be situations like in some games where touching someone's horns can cause them to orgasm.

"Really?"

Ilya's eyes were filled with "I really want this."

She had long coveted the two horns on Surtr's head; or rather, could anyone really resist the urge to touch them?

"Yes, just don't pry it too hard."

This thing is connected to the skull, and it doesn't feel good to have it broken.

"That......"

A moment later, Surtr left the room.

She looked up at the sky and realized she had slept until noon.

Ilya sat on her neck, her hands gripping her horns as if they were steering wheels.

You could tell from the way her little feet swayed that she was in a good mood.