Type-Moon Crown Master

"Good morning, senpai. How did you rest?"

Mash had changed into the clothes she wore before becoming a Servant: a white short work uniform, black pantyhose, and glasses. Su Mo's eyes lit up instantly.

"Chirp—Fuwu! Chirp chirp!"

A strange chirping sound came from somewhere. Su Mo looked closely and found a peculiar yarn ball-like creature clinging to Mash's shoulder.

"Holy crap, there's Fou here too?"

Upon recognizing the creature on Mash's shoulder, Su Mo coughed, though he was surprised. "Good morning, Mash, Fou. Oh, speaking of which, where's the Director?"

"Did you call me?"

Suddenly, a projection screen appeared in the air above them, and Director Olga Marie's figure materialized.

"Director, I'm so glad you're alright. It seems my assumption was correct." Seeing the Director safe, Su Mo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Yeah, my long legs are safe, how could I not be happy?

"Wait... what assumption did you just mention? Are you saying you gambled with my life?"

The Director in the projection screen trembled with anger, her face turning as red as a beet.

"I couldn't help it at the time, I had to try anything, and you survived successfully, didn't you?" Su Mo waved his hand and chuckled.

"Hoo... Yes, surviving and returning to Chaldea feels like a dream. Thank you, Su Mo." Olga Marie let out a long breath, then curiously examined Su Mo with her eyes.

"How did you know that placing me on Mash's shield would safely bring me back?"

"Director, do you remember Chaldea's Heroic Spirit Prototype No. 2, the concept of 'gathering of Heroic Spirits' as a catalyst, attached to the test subject Mash? That concept was stored on Mash's shield."

"I understand now." The Director nodded in realization. So, it was thanks to that concept that her residual consciousness was gathered, allowing her to survive.

"Senpai, since you know my shield holds the concept of 'gathering of Heroic Spirits,' do you know the true name of the Servant fused with me?" Mash looked at Su Mo with a glimmer of hope, anticipating his answer.

"Mash, really, how could I possibly know something like that?" Su Mo said without hesitation, waving his hand.

Jokes aside, in the story, those Knights of the Round Table could see through it the moment they met Mash, but none of them told her. Who knows what trouble it would cause if I told her now.

This was also why he hadn't told Mash the name of her Noble Phantasm, "The Already Faraway Ideal City," when the Director was naming it.

"Is that so? That's right, how could senpai possibly know?" A flicker of disappointment crossed Mash's eyes, but she quickly patted her cheeks and cheered up.

"Senpai, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Let's go together... Oh, right, Director, do you want to join us?"

"How can I eat when I'm dead?" The Director's expression was helpless, and she let out a deep sigh. "Come to the control room after you finish eating. I'll wait for you there."

With those words, the projection screen hanging in the air disappeared before Su Mo and Mash.

Seeing the Director leave, Mash turned to Su Mo with a slight smile. "Senpai, let's go."

With that, Mash walked ahead towards the kitchen.

Just as Su Mo was about to follow, he suddenly felt a cold little hand press down on his shoulder. Then, a faint, chilling voice entered his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Master... you lied!"

With her hand on Su Mo's shoulder, Kiyohime's lips curled into a slight smile, her eyes shining with a terrifying light as she gave him a deranged grin!

"Gulp..."