After quite a while, Nitocris finally calmed down.
"So, some other things happened before we came here?" Sitting beside Anno, Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked as he asked.
"Actually... not that much."
By then, the sun was nearing the horizon, and the sky had darkened. The violently howling sandstorm had ceased under Nitocris's authority. The group sat halfway up the mountain surrounding Shaqiu, each wearing a different expression.
Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka huddled on either side of Anno, like two little granddaughters listening to their grandfather tell stories.
Artoria and Leonardo da Vinci sat with Nitocris between them, directly opposite Anno, leaving her facing him. It made Nitocris so uneasy that she could barely sit still.
The other Servants sat off to one side with comical expressions. There was no room for them to speak right now; they could only watch the show and enjoy the gossip.
"Well, if Singularities could always be this easy, then accompanying this bargain-bin Master while he clears them wouldn't be so bad." Hans Christian Andersen lay sprawled on the dune with an utterly laid-back expression, gazing contentedly at the blue sky and white clouds that were about to become a field of stars.
For him, not having to rush a manuscript was the greatest liberation of all.
Liao Ye shrugged. He did not particularly agree with his short colleague's way of thinking, but he had no intention of arguing against it either.
Everyone had their own ideas. Different life experiences led people to pursue different things.
Kings had their way of living, generals had theirs, and commoners had theirs. In Liao Ye's view, it was enough to do what one needed to do and pursue what one wished to pursue. Why bother with anything else? He was an official of Northern Chu, not an official of