My Chat Group Is Really Strange

In terms of being the genuine article, this one really was as authentic as they came.

Judging purely by AI image-generation prompts, the age, flat chest, blond hair, cowlick, Saber class, and "official version" tags all seemed to be there.

Every other element was present, but... where was the most important tag: female?

Could that tag even be removed?

Good grief. Now the genuine article wasn't even a woman?

Arthur Pendragon maintained an elegant stance, but sweat had already covered his forehead.

He looked around and found the Servants staring at him like a dinosaur fossil that had walked out of a museum. Their eyes held disbelief and a hint of... pity?

"Um..." Arthur cleared his throat, trying to preserve his royal composure. "May I ask... have I come at a bad time?"

His question was like a ladle of cold water poured into boiling oil. Chaldea's dead silence erupted into an uproar.

"Damn, what kind of luck does Master have?" Doggy couldn't help complaining. "He couldn't summon that Knight King lady, but he got all these ridiculous ones first."

Doggy had long known that Mo Wang's luck was extraordinarily bad.

But this time, even Gaia had rigged things specifically for him, and he still hadn't summoned the genuine Saber. Was that good luck or bad luck?

A bespectacled Caster nearby pushed up his gleaming glasses and murmured in a tone that sounded analytical but was really meant to stir trouble. "Could it be... that this is actually Master's type? All the elements are there: blond hair, blue eyes, cowlick, Saber, as orthodox as it gets. It's just... the gender changed... Hmm, I suppose that could work?"

The moment he finished, a tall Servant jabbed him hard with an elbow and hissed, "Shut up! If you want to die, don't