"What!"
Because it was so utterly unexpected, Caules was instantly swept into a whirlpool of confusion. "Black" Archer, the great sage Chiron... actually had doubts about his Master's abilities?
"W-Wait. Hold on, Archer. What you just said was..."
Flustered, Caules immediately looked toward Fiore's tightly shut door. To calm him down, "Black" Archer said:
"You needn't worry. Master has already fallen asleep. But if you are still concerned, then let us change locations."
"Um, I'm really tired right now."
Caules had his own troubles as well. First, his Servant had been eliminated, and later he had been caught up in "Red" Berserker's powerful blow. Today had been more than exhausting.
But Archer smiled and said:
"From my observations, Lord Caules should still have some energy left. I merely wish to speak with you for a moment. May I ask this of you?"
In this situation, asking was essentially the same as forcing him. Caules scratched his head and sighed. In truth, Archer's observation was absolutely correct. Caules still had some strength remaining.
"Damn it, fine. Let's go, Archer. If we head to the watchtower, we should be able to talk calmly. It's already dawn, after all."
Even though he was this tired... honestly. Grumbling to himself, Caules walked alongside Archer with steps that showed no trace of fatigue.
Books piled haphazardly everywhere, all of them reference materials. He had continued working in the study without leaving it for even a single step, writing furiously all the while. The most convenient thing about becoming a Heroic Spirit was not needing to eat or relieve oneself... among writers, that had long been common knowledge.
Every so often, someone was lucky enough to be summoned into reality like this. But writers who could occasionally encounter such interesting circumstances were probably rare.
He temporarily