Miss Surtr will ignite the world

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"This is a pseudo-Servant, I can't deal with it directly, so I'll leave it to you."

"Understood, Master."

"Ah."

Nodding, Surtr turned his gaze to Talulah.

As you can see, there are large and small wounds on the other side's scales. The shallower ones have basically healed and don't seem to be a big problem.

And on the back.

Both wings were tucked behind its back, but one of them was secured near the base with bandages and something like a plaster cast.

It must have been Medea's doing.

"Your wings can be reattached."

"Don't underestimate my vitality; I've only lost one wing."

Talulah let out a breath, her tone somewhat indignant. It seemed she wasn't entirely satisfied with not being able to personally deal with the culprit.

"That's good."

"Now that the Holy Grail War is over, it's time to send this guy back to the Inner Sea. Medea, is that alright?"

"can."

Medea nodded.

Upon hearing that she could go home, Talulah couldn't help but shout, her tone unusually excited.

"Really! Can we finally go?!"

God knows what kind of life she's been living these past few days; she's either being beaten up or on her way to be beaten up. Even though she has the highest health bar among them, she always ends up covered in injuries every time she goes out.

Those who know her would think she's a dragon, while those who don't would think she's just some random roadside creature.

She was genuinely a little scared.

"Hmm... I suddenly don't want to take you home anymore."

Surtr curled her lip. If she wanted to go back so badly, it just meant she wasn't being treated well here.

Okay, it probably isn't that great.

But there's no need to act so impatient.

"No, no, no, please spare me. Let's part ways amicably."

Talulah’s enormous dragon head shook like a rattle.

"I'll let you off this time since you've worked so hard."

Surtr shrugged.

"grateful!"

Talulah bowed in worship.

The following night.

In the night sky, a massive figure weaves through the sea of clouds.

"what!!!"

A tender cry came from behind, its high-pitched tone filled with undisguised excitement.

Surtr stood on the dragon's head, holding the reins in one hand and holding Ilya in the other.

Taking advantage of this last chance, she decided to fulfill her promise to the other party.

By the way.

This morning, after Medea made her final adjustments, Surtr also completed Heracles' quest, earning a large sum of Originium and three random rewards, which he plans to use after Medea's wish is fulfilled.

in front of you.

Ilya spread her arms wide, her crimson eyes staring at the vast sea of clouds, her wildly flowing silver hair seemingly glowing in the moonlight.

An unprecedented sense of freedom welled up from the bottom of her heart, a feeling that Ilya, who had been chosen as the Lesser Grail since childhood and had been trapped in the castle for many years, could never have imagined.

Moreover, he was riding on the head of a dragon; even modern magicians probably couldn't imagine such a scene.

"happy?"

Surtr leaned down and asked in the other's ear.

"Yes! Thank you, Surtr!"

The little guy responded loudly.

That's wonderful.

Surtr smiled.

"One more lap?"

"Ok!"

Liudong Temple, an open space on the back mountain.

A magic circle large enough to envelop Talulah's dragon body was inscribed on the ground.

half an hour.

Surtr, riding Talulah, landed in the center of the magic circle from the air. He loosened the reins, then leaped off the dragon's head, still carrying the still-wanting Ilya.

"Then goodbye, Talulah."

Surtr handed the still somewhat light-footed Ilya to Sera, then turned and waved to Talulah.

"No, let's not see each other again."

Talulah quickly waved her paws, clearly not wanting to see Surtr, the god of death, again.

"You can shut up if you don't want to go back with a full head of bruises."

Surtr tapped the other person on the head, then looked at Medea, indicating that she could begin.

"Ah."

Medea nodded, tapped her staff on the ground, magic flowed, and the magic circle glowed and slowly began to operate.

The dazzling light obscured our view.

A moment later, Radiance and Talulah disappeared into the magic circle.

"It's our turn next."

As she spoke, Medea took out the small Holy Grail, six of which were already filled, enough to fulfill the wish.

To my shame, this is the first time Surtr has seen what the Lesser Grail looks like, even though he has had it for so long.

Release your hand, and the Holy Grail automatically floats in the air. At the same time, streams of magical energy intertwine and converge in the sky, gradually forming a huge void.

Pure magic gushed outwards from the small Holy Grail like a fountain.

Immediately afterwards, as if entering a fixed boundary, reality distorted and the surrounding scenery changed in Surtr's vision.

The sky was lit up again, but this time it wasn't hot sand, but a meadow full of flowers.

The fragrance of flowers lingered at the tip of her nose. Turning her head, she saw that only Medea remained beside her; Ilya and the two maids had disappeared.

"It seems this is the interior of the Greater Grail, Master."

"Ah."

She had been here once before, so it wasn't unfamiliar to her.

Before they could say anything more, a light effect similar to spiritual transformation unfolded in front of them, and a white-haired woman dressed in a heavenly gown appeared in the air.

Miss Surtr's attention was immediately drawn.

Of course, it wasn't because of the other person's rather provocative Heavenly Dress. Although the white stockings and the strange circular design on the upper body were very eye-catching, what attracted her most was that face that looked seven or eight parts like Ilya's.

This is the standard template for Einzbern.

Justise? Or Irisviel?

But I don't really care about that kind of thing.

Since both of them are already dead, the other party was merely a simulation of the Greater Grail, a kind of terminal-like entity.

"You are the Masters and Servants who will ultimately win this Holy Grail War."

"Like a machine," Miss Terminal said in a flat, monotone voice.

"Yes."

Surtr nodded.

"Then, please state your wishes."

Surtr looked at his servant.

"Ah."

Medea nodded, but did not make a wish immediately. Instead, she went to Surtr and took off her hood.

"Thank you so much, Master. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had the chance to win this war."

"How about it, would you be interested in visiting my hometown?"

With a smile, she extended the invitation.

"This is indeed a very attractive proposal, but I have been away from home for too long and will be leaving soon after the Holy Grail War ends."

"Is that so? That's a real shame."

Medea said, reaching out and wrapping her arms around Surtr's neck, whispering in his ear.

"Then, until we meet again, Master."

"Ah, if there's a chance."

After saying goodbye, Medea went to the terminal and made a wish.

"Oh, right."

As if remembering something, Medea turned around and spoke to Surtr before leaving.

"I left some things for you in the workshop. I originally planned to give them to you during the Holy Grail War, but I haven't had the time. You can go and take a look then, Master."

After saying that, his body vanished into thin air.

thing?

Surtr tilted his head, unsure of what the other person was talking about. But since it was prepared by Medea, it couldn't be bad.

We can look forward to it.

At the same time, a system notification came to my mind.

Client: Medea

[Task: Want to return to my hometown/hometown]

[Mission complete. Rewards: 1500 Primogems, 3 random rewards]

It seems the other party has arrived safely; now it's her turn.

"By the way, how many wishes can I have granted?"

"Step forward," Surtr asked.

"One."