Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"Does Master look forward to the other person growing up?"

Based on Medea's understanding of the other party over this period of time, her Master does indeed prefer the more mature type.

"No, it's just that Ilya seems to care more about this."

Well, actually Surtr is quite looking forward to it.

After seeing so many loli-like Illya, a mature older sister seems like a good alternative.

"That's really pitiful."

Medea said this hypocritically, then dropped the subject.

"Let's not talk about that, Master. Your Mystic Code is complete, and its performance is definitely better than the last one. Would you like to go take a look?"

The tone was confident, so it must have been a very satisfying piece of work.

This rekindled Surtr's waning expectations.

"Let's go then."

fsn: Chapter Sixty-One As Expected of Me

Inside Medea's workshop.

On the bed where Surtr had lain before, on the lab table.

There is another guest here at this moment.

It was a humanoid object bound from head to toe in bandages, with only its eyes exposed. Surtr seemed to sense a profound despair and a burning rage that wanted to devour anyone in its eyes.

The tray next to the lab table contained blood-stained cloth and tools, making it look like a scene of human experimentation.

It's kind of scary.

"Medea, are you sure she's alright?"

Surtr's expression was strange. Who else but Illya would be at Medea's workshop at this hour?

But the other person doesn't look like they're alright at all.

"Don't worry, Master, those bandages are props I made to help her recover quickly."

Medea answered with a smile.

"Waaaaah!!!"

"I think I heard some strange noise."

"It's just an illusion, Master. Don't worry about such trivial matters, come with me quickly."

Medea stood in front of Surtr, blocking her view. Without giving her a chance to speak, she grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her around, heading towards a corner of the workshop.

Surtr offered no resistance.

Those bandages have magic, so they probably do have some effect. Anyway, Medea couldn't possibly really hurt Illya; it's just some kind of prank, right?

The gaze from behind felt incredibly piercing.

Maybe we should ask them to loosen their grip a bit later.

Thinking this, Surtr walked up to a mannequin placed in the corner of the room.

Judging from the size, it was probably made according to her proportions. Medea even made something like this.

"This is it, my new work."

Medea reached out and pointed to the clothing on the model, her tone full of confidence.

The dress is predominantly black with gold patterns, and a light-colored hooded shawl is draped over the shoulders. The skirt falls from the waist to just above the knees, its shape resembling bird wings, adding a touch of dynamism to the outfit.

"I've incorporated dragon scales into this new Mystic Code, which greatly enhances its defensive capabilities beyond its original function. It can deflect B-rank physical and magical attacks, while weakening attacks higher than B-rank."

"And there's no need to worry about the costume getting damaged. As long as it doesn't turn into a rag, it can be repaired automatically."

"The hood on your back incorporates visualization magic, so it won't be affected even during battle. Wearing it can also impair perception to some extent, which I think should be a rather convenient ability for you."

Medea continued her introduction, the last item being the horns on her head. They were cool, but too eye-catching. Now, however, there was no need to worry about that.

Without a doubt, the addition of dragon scales has dramatically improved this outfit, making it virtually indistinguishable from the bootleg Swan Robe made by that one-eyed old man.

As expected of a magician from the Age of Gods, Medea is quite formidable.

Surtr nodded.

The finished clothes not only look fantastic, but also very beautiful.

but.

"It feels a bit..."

Surtr examined the clothes in front of him and circled the model.

She touched it with her hand, and finally reached out and lifted the hem of her skirt.

Yes, I knew it.

It's a one-piece black stocking.

It just had a few pieces of cloth added on the outside, so at first glance it looked like normal clothes.

It feels like a design that a very talkative big bird would like.

However, compared to her opponent's bold and avant-garde design, Medea was much more conservative, at least she was completely covered up.

If you wore this thing, would you even be able to go to the toilet?

Anyway, she didn't see any part where she could take it off.

However, Surtr, being a beautiful girl, doesn't need to go to the toilet, so it's not a problem.

"What's wrong, Master? Is there something amiss?"

Seeing that Surtr remained silent, Medea asked.

"No, the effect is great, but why make it like this?"

She thought the previous outfit was quite nice, and this one... well, it looked pretty good on the outside, but Miss Surtr felt a little embarrassed when she thought about what she was wearing underneath.

"Since defensive capabilities have been enhanced, it's better to minimize exposed areas. A design that provides full coverage without compromising speed should be the most convenient. If you're not satisfied, I can make modifications."

Her tone was a little downcast at the end, which suggests she was quite satisfied with the piece.

Ok

Looking at the other person's expression, Surtr suddenly felt that there was no need to dwell on such a trivial matter. Shame and such could be discarded, at least on the surface, she looked quite normal.

"No, I was just asking. Since you think this is the best way, then there's no problem."

To be honest, besides being shy, she actually had a little bit of anticipation in her heart.

Just like every boy has a desire to cross-dress, Surtr is simply more willing to try it than others.

"Master, would you like to give it a try?"

"it is good."

Surtr looked at the clothes, nodded, and looked as serious as a soldier about to go to war.

"But how am I supposed to wear this?"

She had never seen this thing before in her past life.

"Let me help you!"

Medea's tone was cheerful.

"Ah."

In just a few days, Surtr accomplished what most time travelers could never do in their entire lives: the leap from over-the-knee socks to bodysuits.

As expected of me.

"Oh, right, Master."

As if remembering something, Medea, who was tearing off Surtr's clothes, suddenly spoke.

"A surprise? What is it?"

You'll find out tomorrow.

Medea smiled mysteriously.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Fuyuki City.

While Surtr and Medea were playing a dress-up game in the workshop in front of Illya, the three of them were strolling along a forest path.

A burly red-haired man carried a suitcase, while a black-haired man walked behind him with a gray-robed girl on his back.

"I'm sorry, Master, I failed."

Gray lay on Weber's back, his voice weak.

This was the first time she had encountered an enemy that even using the Holy Lance couldn't defeat, and she was even defeated head-on, leaving her feeling bewildered.

No, this is not your fault.

Weber said in a deep voice.

This was certainly not her fault. They were simply facing a much stronger opponent.

And this isn't even all of their cards.

Apart from the final pursuit, Surtr didn't even directly attack them, defeating them solely with his dragon blood.

The gap in strength between the two sides is so vast that it is despairing.

Weber's mind was racing with thoughts, and in the silence, he heard the even breathing of someone nearby.

Using the Holy Lance as a mortal is naturally not without its costs. It is only because Gray was originally a vessel prepared for the resurrection of King Arthur that he can use it with difficulty, but he still has to enter a state of weakness for half a day after each use.

The thought that the reason the other party used the Holy Lance almost always was because of him made Waver feel that he was a terrible master.

Has he really grown from then until now?

He used to rely on Rider, now he relies on Gray. It seems like he can't do anything without the others.

His head lowered involuntarily, but soon bumped into something.

Weber looked up and saw a rough hand with the index and middle fingers clenched together.

Snapped!

A loud slap followed, and a sharp pain shot through my forehead.

"What are you doing, Rider?"

Taking two steps back, Weber covered his forehead with one hand, looking at the sweating giant beside him with a puzzled expression.

"Your thoughts are written all over your face, kid."

Rider bent down, looked the other person in the eye, and lowered his voice.

"Don't blame yourself, you've done what you were supposed to do."

"The responsibility for this lies with me. If I had listened to you and retreated immediately, we wouldn't have been beaten so badly."

"However, dwelling too much on the past is not very meaningful; what's important is what to do next."

Do you have any thoughts?

Rider asked.

"idea......"

The next step is definitely to find someone to cooperate with, but after this battle, without the Holy Lance, Waver feels that even if he brings Saber and Archer together, it would be difficult to win in a head-on fight.

The opponent is that powerful.

But what other methods are there? It seems that no matter what we do, the chances of success are not very high.

Ultimately, it comes down to a matter of strength.

Without at least two Servants, it's impossible to say that we can reliably suppress that monster, let alone with a dragon involved.

But besides Saber and Archer, who else in Fuyuki City possesses the power to change the course of the war?

"Ah, there is indeed one."