Chapter 25

A moment later, Yukinoshita Yukino returned to the Sky Curtain World, her expression dazed.

Then, she walked up to the mysterious Heroic Spirit and looked her up and down carefully.

Height is about 1.69 meters, skin is also very delicate, temperament is also very good...

Yukino felt somewhat satisfied.

After all, it might be her in the future, so naturally the better the reference, the better.

The figure is also the golden ratio. If she wears high heels, she will have more style...

Eh, wait?!

The girl rubbed her eyes and looked at the mysterious Heroic Spirit's chest in disbelief.

How come it's only this scale?!

After so many years, how come it hasn't grown at all!

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Flat-Yukino started to panic.

This is absolutely not the future me!!!

24. Archer Young Lady Wants Me to Bow My Head, Genius's Holy Grail Brain War!

【"Wrong... wrong..."】

【"Remember the clock at home, only today is an hour fast!"】

【"So it's 1 AM now?!"】

【"Damn it, messed up again..."】

【"What kind of problem did mother leave for me..."】

In the hall, the young man in feather robes held his head in distress, muttering to himself.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he frowned and stared at the white-haired royal sister with an arrogant sitting posture.

"Speaking of which, who are you?"

The female Heroic Spirit raised her eyebrows, her smile wanton, and her right hand waved forward casually.

"Asking such a question right away, it seems I have met an incredible master again."

"Tsk, it's really a bad draw."

"..."

The young man stood up silently, his face cold, "Let me confirm, you should be my Servant, right?"

"I want to ask, are you my master?"

"I didn't see you when I was summoned."

The white-haired royal sister smiled faintly.

The two were at loggerheads, and the smell of gunpowder in the air was very strong.

"Don't tell me you are a little bird that just left the nest, deciding your master the moment you open your eyes?"

Looking at the wanton woman, the young man was calm, crossing his arms.

"Forget it... I just want to know one thing."

"Are you my Servant, and not someone else."

"After all, it's better to clarify the master-servant relationship from the beginning."

"I agree with this opinion, but do you have any evidence to prove that you are the master?"

"How about this—!"

The young man in feather robes looked calm and raised his wrist high.

On his fair skin, a bright red Command Spell pattern with an eerie aesthetic was revealed.

This is the proof of the Holy Grail War participant. Summoning a Heroic Spirit will inevitably obtain three Command Spells. The Master can use them to forcibly command the Servant, and they also have the effect of teleportation and briefly strengthening the Servant's strength.

"... I surrender, little brother."

"What I want to see is not this kind of superficial thing, but whether you are worthy of my loyalty."

The white-haired royal sister sighed, raised her hands, and performed a French military salute.

Then, she got up and walked to the young man, unconsciously overflowing with the aura of having been through many battles, and the smooth mermaid line on her lower abdomen showed her strength.

The young man in feather robes tilted his head in confusion.

"Do you think I am not worthy to be your master?"

"No, although I am not very satisfied, I admit that you are my master."

"But I have a condition: give me autonomous action rights, and the future strategy will be decided by me. I have rich experience in this regard."

"No problem, little young master?"

The mysterious Heroic Spirit teased, the smile on her lips having a kind of wanton frivolity.

"I am clearly the Servant you summoned, but you are not prepared to obey my orders. What does this mean?"

The young man frowned, his tone somewhat dissatisfied.

"Although it is true to say so in form, I will obey you in form..."

"But the one fighting is myself. You just need to stay in the basement of this mansion honestly until the Holy Grail War ends."

The white-haired royal sister raised her eyebrows, leaned her hands on the bench, looked directly at the young man, with a comfortable smile as if she had everything in her grasp, arrogant and aggressive.

"In this way, even a novice like you should be able to save your little life, right?"

"Mm?"

"Are you angry?"

Noticing the young man's trembling wrist, she raised her head with a faint smile.

"Of course, I will respect your position. After all, I was summoned here to bring victory to the master. My victory is yours, and the spoils of war naturally belong to you."

"After killing all the Servants, I will personally offer the omnipotent wish-granting machine 'Holy Grail'."

"You can make any wish you want then."

"No objections now, right?"

"Well, leave the rest to me, you just consider your own safety."

"After all, I don't expect you to do anything..."

"Ah ah ah ah, I can't stand you, you arrogant maniac!!"

Under the white-haired woman's stunned gaze, the young man in feather robes stared at her angrily.

"If you say so, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"--Declaration!"

"D-don't tell me...?! "

"That's right, that's the don't tell me! You rude guy!"

"By Command Spell, follow the rules of the Holy Grail!"

"... Stop, are you serious, master?!"

"To the person in front of me, my Servant!"

"How can there be someone who uses a Command Spell for this kind of thing!"

"Impose punishment!"

"Shut up! You are just a Servant, my Servant, so you should absolutely obey what I say!"

Accompanied by the angry voice, the fair hand was raised high, and the red light spread.

In an instant, one of the three Command Spells disappeared.

The white-haired royal sister gritted her teeth slightly and shouted at her master somewhat messily.

"What kind of master are you?!"

"Why use a Command Spell for such a superficial thing!"

"Mm..."

The young man in feather robes blushed slightly, turned his head away, and muttered in a low voice.

"It's because you don't listen..."

"?"

Question marks appeared on the royal sister's head.