Chapter Fifty-Eight: Leaving the ...... Looks like you could stay a little longer?
The first and second to leave appeared.
It was Mary and Mozart.
Don't get me wrong, it's not the spirit that makes up the body of the servant that is scattered and disappears without support.
Rather, it is to leave in the popular sense, arm in arm, and walk into the distance.
Of course, the body is still in a strange state of gradual fading, just like other servants.
"Mary? Amadeus? Matthew called out.
"I'm sorry, guys." Mary turned her head and smiled apologetically, "I don't really like the parting scene, keep here, I'm afraid I'll cry." β
"Well, I don't like parting music either." Amadeus also said, "And, having finally met Maria, let's be alone for a while." After all, I don't know when the next meeting will be. β
"I'm sorry, Amadeus, we'll see you soon."
"I hope so, too, and by that time ......"
The rest of the words were barely audible, except for Mary striking Amadeus on the shoulder with her other hand, who begged for mercy with a flirtatious smile.
It seems that he should enjoy such an interaction with Mary, although he is usually quite restrained, but those who are more familiar with him know that this is a heroic spirit with a pervert and hentai attributes, God knows what kind of quirks there will be.
Perhaps tainted by the emotion of parting, Marda also showed a little sadness.
"Is it time? Really, it was such a pleasant trip, I really don't want to leave, I still want to continue to save the world and be a real savior. β
"You already are, Miss Marda, and leave it to them." Joan of Arc comforted.
"That's all there is to it. Hey, you must come on, even me, no, our share together, if it fails, I will definitely not be able to bypass you! β
Behind the seemingly fierce expression, there is the most sincere expectation.
Rika nodded vigorously: "Definitely, although the time is short, I am Miss Marda's master, and the comrade-in-arms of all heroes!" Ah, wouldn't it be a bit arrogant to say that. β
"No, not at all."
"I'm optimistic about you, boy."
"Come on!"
The heroes sent their blessings, and this was the only thing they could do.
It was at this time that the remaining magic power was exhausted, and the spirit son completely dissipated, sending the heroic spirits back to where they should go.
The only ones left behind are three time travelers from the future, Rika Fujimaru, Matthew Gilerlet, and Perseus.
No, it's not.
Not just the three of them, but two strange images that resembled Chaldean communication projections.
Although it was a bit vague, Perseus and the others were still able to determine the identity of the image.
"Joan of Arc?"
"Miss Marda?"
"How did you get like this?"
The two saints who entered the unknown state were also confused and looked at each other.
"I don't know."
"I don't know, shouldn't we disappear?"
"Well, Director, Roman, Leonardo da Vinci! Is there a way to analyze their status? β
Knowing that the people on the scene were useless, Perseus still looked for reinforcements.
"It's already being done." The answer was Olga Marie, and the other two had already begun to cooperate with the technicians to carry out the detection and analysis as quickly as possible.
Leonardo da Vinci is the fastest:
"The preliminary analysis results came out, and they were forcibly stranded in this world because of a special magical power. Once the magic is gone, they will be forcibly repatriated like the rest of the Servants. Since coming to this era, have you ever been exposed to anything special? β
"I don't know...... If you don't have a hint, you can't remember it all at once. "I was in a state of madness for a while, and my memory was a little blurry. β
"......" Leonardo da Vinci was speechless, "madness" is really a troublesome thing, "Doctor, hasn't Magic Pop come out yet?" Why is it so slow. β
"Hurry, hurry, don't use your standards to demand that of me, an ordinary personβwait, this Pop, how is it so similar to the director's test results? Well, I think I know why, Perseus, you've used Noble Phantasms on them. β
"yes, what's wrong?" There's nothing to hide about this kind of thing.
"What keeps them alive is the special magic of your Noble Phantasm."
"How long can you stay?"
"The specific result has not been calculated, but the consumption of the Heroic Spirit is much larger than that of the director, and without the support of the Holy Grail, it will not exceed ten minutes at most."
"Well, let's talk a little longer." In this respect, Joan of Arc appears to be very open-minded.
"Yes, what can I say?" Rika held her chin in thought.
"Continue to fall in love and gossip?" Marda proposed.
"Agreed." Matthew agreed.
ββ¦β¦β
Seeing this happy scene, Olga Marie was speechless.
"I ask you, can you think about other aspects, why don't you want to take advantage of such a good opportunity?"
"Good chances? What a good opportunity? Everyone turned their eyes in unison and stared at Olga Marie, who was frantic at the sight.
Fortunately, Roman stepped forward in time to clear the siege.
"I understand what the director means, and since she can stay, Miss Marda and Miss Joan of Arc may not be without a chance. But in ten minutes, I don't know if I can think of a way, and there is still time to implement it. β
"There's a way, I've thought of it. According to my genius intuition, the success rate is over fifty percent. "There is only one genius in the team, and that is Leonardo da Vinci, the transgender boss. Although this "intuition" may sound a little unreliable.
"What's the way, say it quickly?" Olga Marie urged.
"Formal conclusion of the master-slave contract. As long as they remain in this world and do not leave, their servant status has not been completely lifted. In this way, the contract is concluded, and the source of dependence and magic can be settled for a long time. β
"So what are you waiting for, hurry up."
The person who spoke, Marda, was more anxious than Olga Marie, and it seemed that she really wanted to stay and be the savior.
"Master, you don't have an opinion, do you?"
"Of course not."
Ritsuka shook her head.
How can he have an opinion, it is better to say that he can't ask for it, and the more combat power, the better.
"I'll chant the incantation."
"Wait. The spell of the official contract is a little different from the temporary contract, and I will pass it on to you immediately. Leonardo da Vinci reminded, "By the way, there's another problem. While you have a lot of potential in this area, a formal contract will be much more burdensome than a previous temporary contract. According to your current state of mind, you can only contract one rider for a short period of time, otherwise you will collapse due to being overburdened. β
In other words, Marda and Joan of Arc can only choose one to make a contract.
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