Type-Moon Crown Master

"I need my husband's burning heat to pierce me through and through~~~ I want us to become a sticky mess together. I want to use my body to wash away the scent the other Female Heroic Spirits left on you!"

After saying that, Kiyohime gazed lovingly at Su Mo's face. Her breathing quickened, and even her petite body began to grow hot.

Su Mo was just about to agree when, for some reason, an inexplicable chill ran through his entire body.

Taking a closer look, he realized that the more than twenty Female Heroic Spirits gathered around him—even the Demi-Servant Mash—were wreathed in ominous black auras.

If he agreed to Kiyohime's request now, he would probably end up getting hacked apart with machetes, right? Thinking of an even worse possibility, what if a group of Female Heroic Spirits burst in halfway through and chopped him to death in a frenzy with machetes?

Remembering Sherlock Holmes's warning, it seemed he needed to be more careful for a while. Not abstinence, necessarily, but at the very least, he had to find a place where no one would disturb them.

"Sorry, Kiyohime. Let's discuss this later. I need to write a report on the Sixth Singularity first. Lion King, come help me."

After helping Kiyohime straighten her kimono, Su Mo led Lion King and the doctor away from the control room toward another office area in Chaldea, under the reluctant gaze of the lovesick Dragon Daughter.

"So you are Her Highness the Holy Spear Goddess. A pleasure, a pleasure. I am Roman Archaman, head of Chaldea's Medical Department. Your Highness may simply call me Roman."

After introducing themselves to Saber Lily, the doctor discussed the summary report on the Sixth Singularity with Su Mo. At the end, he brought up news concerning