"Forget it. I only called you here for a spot in the competition. I don't need you to fight!"
A spot in the competition?
Medea had heard those four words many times from the man before her, yet she could not understand what they meant.
"What exactly is this spot in the competition you keep talking about?"
Medea asked coldly, her tone filled with displeasure. She had thrown caution to the wind anyway. Since she was already prepared to return to the Throne of Heroes, why should she put on a pleasant face for him?
"That guy... uh..." Wu Biao blinked. "Forget it. Some white-haired bug-raiser told me that if I want to fight those legendary heroes who were summoned here, I have to summon a servant first."
"Hm?"
Medea froze at his words, the corner of her mouth twitching beneath her hood. "Fight Heroic Spirits? Don't tell me you're planning to fight them by yourself."
"Yeah!"
Idiot!
This bastard was an absolute, utter idiot.
After receiving his confirmation, Medea's eyes widened. Though she had no idea who this white-haired bug-raiser was, she assumed he had said a servant needed to be summoned in order to fight Heroic Spirits because no matter how powerful a magus was, they could never be a Heroic Spirit's match.
Yet this muscle-brained idiot had taken a servant for an admission ticket...
It felt like... as long as he summoned a servant, he could enter some martial arts tournament!
Though that was more or less how it worked...
But it was the servant who fought, damn it! What kind of Master personally went up against the enemy's servant head-on?
Still...
Medea frowned slightly, recalling the terrifying magic bullet that had greeted her when she answered the summons.
A magic bullet of that level could indeed