"Human Heroic Spirits." Fujimaru Ritsuka and Lawrence exchanged glances, pondering what exactly "Human Heroic Spirits" meant.
"Well, under normal circumstances, there isn't much difference between us and other Heroic Spirits or Servants. Take me, for example—I'm merely an ordinary doctor-class Servant. Aside from Florence being unable to perform small-scale medical magecraft, she isn't much inferior to me in other respects." Lawrence showed no sign of disappointment when speaking of her own shortcomings.
"Master, you can understand it this way: our origins are somewhat different from those of other Servants, but we still lived as humans."
"We are special, yet there is nothing particularly special about us."
"That is all."
"Mm, I feel like I sort of get it, but also like I don't really get it." Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched his head. "Special, but not special."
"There are still some relatively special little abilities." The corners of Lawrence's lips lifted as she tilted her head slightly and smiled.
"Though we lived in different eras and led different lives, our origins are ultimately the same, and we share certain traits."
"For example, we are all particularly sensitive to the presence of Beasts."
"Does Beast mean something like that King Solomon?"
"Yes. Our ability to sense beasts comes from a certain special individual." Lawrence nodded, rose to her feet, and took two steps forward. "There are seven of us, yet there are more than seven of us."
"Though the place we came from is deeper, we still lived and survived in this world as humans or something else. Naturally, we developed human emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness." Lawrence looked at the rippling lake and sighed softly, her expression somewhat grave. "For ordinary people and the vast majority of Servants, such emotions are normal. As humans, we are always bound to experience all kinds