Type-Moon Crown Master

However, if you want to latch onto someone's leg, you need to be polite and make a good impression. So, Cú Chulainn dropped his obnoxious expression, cleared his throat, and said.

"How about we make a deal?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cú Chulainn looked at Kiyohime in panic. "Hey! Little girl, don't wave fire at me!"

Kiyohime didn't listen to him. Flames covered her folding fan as she carefully examined Cú Chulainn, who had blue hair and earrings, before speaking. "You're a Caster, just like Master, right?"

"Yes, but I have no ill intentions towards you. I'm here to talk to this young man!"

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Su Mo looked at the Caster with disdain. He couldn't even be bothered to glance at Cú Chulainn if he wasn't in his Berserker form.

"Um, where should I start?" Cú Chulainn coughed, then his face filled with sadness.

"My name is Cú Chulainn, my class is Caster. I was summoned as a Heroic Spirit in this Holy Grail War. Because I've lost my Master, it's already difficult to maintain my physical form... If this continues, I will..."

"What an act!"

This was the shared thought of Su Mo, Olga Marie, and Kiyohime. Heroic Spirits who lose their Masters and have no source of mana cannot maintain their physical forms and will return to the Hall of Heroes. This could be considered death, but Heroic Spirits are beings who were once heroes that have died and been summoned to the present by the Holy Grail. Death is of no consequence to them.

"Mash, Director, Kiyohime, let's go."

After calling out to everyone, Su Mo turned and left. As he said before, he couldn't be bothered to glance at Cú Chulainn if he wasn't Berserker.

"Hey, hey, hey, kid, how can you be so heartless? I told you I don't have a Master and can barely maintain my form. Shouldn't you, as a Master, be kind and contract me?"

The panicked Caster Cú Chulainn ran in front of Su Mo and blocked his path, questioning him with a tone of disbelief.

"Senpai, this Heroic Spirit looks really pitiful. Why don't you form a temporary contract with him?"

Mash, who was kind-hearted and lacked knowledge of Heroic Spirits, couldn't see that Cú Chulainn was acting. She thought Cú Chulainn was truly about to disappear and tugged on Su Mo's clothes, asking him to help Cú Chulainn.

"Whoosh!"

A ball of flame flew towards Cú Chulainn's face. If he hadn't dodged in time, he might have returned to the Hall of Heroes.

"Tsk... you dodged fast!" Kiyohime clicked her tongue and was about to swing her fan again when Cú Chulainn frantically waved his hands.

"Wait! Aren't we allies now? Didn't that young lady just ask you, Master, to contract me?"

"Yes, Kiyohime, please calm down. Mr. Cú Chulainn is one of us now." Mash, feeling benevolent, also stepped in front of Cú Chulainn with her shield.

"I say, Caster, you're quite the liar. Your acting might fool Mash, but do you think you can fool me, another Heroic Spirit?"

Su Mo said with a sneer. The Director nodded in agreement. "I've never seen a Heroic Spirit as shameless as you!"

"What... Mr. Cú Chulainn, were you lying to me just now?"

Hearing Su Mo and the Director, Mash looked at Cú Chulainn in shock. And Cú Chulainn?

His dog-like face turned incredibly red. Then, abandoning his pitiful act, he leaped in front of Su Mo like a jumping dog and hugged one of Su Mo's legs.

Seeing the Caster Cú Chulainn suddenly hugging Su Mo's leg and rubbing his face against Su Mo's pants with teary eyes, everyone was stunned!

"Great Master, I beg you, contract me and let me hug your leg for support! I want to experience the feeling of explosive output too. Don't worry, Great Master, I'll definitely be a qualified leg hair on your leg!"

"Get off... damn it! Let go!!" Su Mo's forehead was covered in black lines. He stomped his foot, trying to shake off the Caster, but strangely, Cú Chulainn was stuck to his pant leg as if welded. No matter how hard Su Mo tried, it was useless.

"Damn it, I even cleaned my pant legs so thoroughly. The first person I'd want to hug isn't an Heroic Spirit like Black Saber or Scathach, who can both fight and be admired. But at least it should be Nero or Black Lancer! Damn it, for the first time, I'm being hugged by a useless Caster like you. Screw you!"