But if he wanted to cling to a big shot's thigh, he had to be polite and make a good impression. Cú Chulainn put away his punchable expression, coughed, and said,
"How about we make a deal?"
The moment he finished speaking, Cú Chulainn looked at Kiyohime in panic. "Hey! Little girl, don't wave fire in my face!"
Kiyohime ignored him. Flames covered her folding fan as she carefully examined the blue-haired, earring-wearing Cú Chulainn before speaking. "You're a Caster too, like Master, aren't you?"
"Yes, but I mean you no harm. I came here to find this young man. There are some things I want to discuss with him!"
"What do you want to say to me?" Su Mo looked disdainfully at this Caster Dog. Since he was not Berserker Dog, Su Mo could not even be bothered to give him a proper glance.
"Well, where should I start?" Cú Chulainn coughed, his face then filling with sorrow.
"My name is Cú Chulainn. My class is Caster. I am a Heroic Spirit summoned for this Holy Grail War. Since I lost my Master, it is already difficult for me to maintain my physical manifestation... If this continues, I will..."
"What an act!"
That was the shared thought of Su Mo, Olga Marie, and Kiyohime. A Heroic Spirit who lost their Master and had no source of magical energy would be unable to maintain their physical form and would return to the Hall of Heroes. This could be considered death, but Heroic Spirits were already dead heroes summoned back into the world by the Holy Grail. Death was practically irrelevant to them.
"Mash, Director, Kiyohime, let's go."
After calling to the others, Su Mo turned to leave. As he had said, he could not even be bothered to look at Cú Chulainn when he was not Berserker Dog.
"Hey, hey, hey, kid, how can you be so heartless? I told you I don't have a Master and can barely maintain my physical form! At a time like this, shouldn't you, as a Master, kindly offer to contract with me?"
Caster Dog Cú Chulainn frantically ran in front of Su Mo and blocked his way, questioning him in a tone that sounded like his entire worldview had collapsed.
"Senior, this Heroic Spirit really does look so pitiful. Why don't you make a temporary contract with him?"
Kind-hearted Mash, who also lacked knowledge about Heroic Spirits, could not tell that Cú Chulainn was acting. Thinking he was truly about to disappear, she tugged at Su Mo's sleeve and asked him to help Cú Chulainn.
Whoosh!
A ball of fire flew straight at Cú Chulainn's face. If he had not dodged in time, he might have returned to the Hall of Heroes.
"Tch... You dodged fast!" Kiyohime clicked her tongue. Just as she was about to wave her folding fan again, Cú Chulainn frantically waved his hands.
"Wait! Aren't we partners now? That young lady just asked you to make a contract with me!"
"That's right, Miss Kiyohime, please calm down. Mr. Cú Chulainn is one of us now." Mash, overflowing with kindness, even stood in front of Cú Chulainn with her shield raised.
"I have to say, Caster Dog, you really can fool people. Your acting might work on Mash, but do you think you can fool me, another Heroic Spirit?"
Su Mo scoffed. The Director beside him nodded in agreement. "I've never seen such a shameless Heroic Spirit!"
"What... Mr. Cú Chulainn, were you deceiving me just now?"
Hearing Su Mo and the Director's words, Mash stared at Cú Chulainn in shock. And what did Cú Chulainn do?
First, his dog face turned bright red. Then, abandoning his previous pitiful act, he leaped in a dog-like pose before Su Mo and wrapped himself around one of Su Mo's legs.
Seeing Caster Dog Cú Chulainn suddenly hug Su Mo's thigh, tears streaming down his face as he kept rubbing against Su Mo's pant leg, everyone was dumbfounded!
"Big shot, please, contract with me and let me cling to your thigh! I want to experience insane damage output too! Don't worry, big shot, I'll definitely be a qualified leg hair on your thigh!"
"Get lost... Damn it! Let go!!" Su Mo's face was covered in black lines as he violently shook his leg, trying to fling Caster Dog away. Strangely, Cú Chulainn seemed welded to his pant leg. No matter how hard Su Mo tried, it was useless.
"Damn it, I kept these pant legs so clean. If it wasn't Black Saber or Scathach, Heroic Spirits who could both fawn over me and fight, then at least it should've been Nero or Black Lancer, right? But the first one to hug my thigh had to be you, this useless Caster Dog. Fuck you!"
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