"The so-called First Mushhushu possessed the ability to use magical energy without limit and produce offspring."
Siduri spoke seriously to the people of Chaldea, as well as Mordred, Musashibō Benkei, and Zi Juan, the three Servants contracted to King Gilgamesh.
"That is indeed true." Benkei nodded. "At the time, Lord Mordred and this humble monk intended to test the waters by fighting that evil creature, but many smaller Mushhushu suddenly appeared. We were almost instantly pushed into a disadvantage. In the end, it was only because Lord Mordred unleashed her Noble Phantasm that we had a chance to escape."
"Mmm..." A faint, almost whimpering sound came from deep in Mordred's throat. It seemed that fighting Mushhushu had not been a pleasant memory for her.
She was currently lying beside Mash, with Fou sitting atop her head.
"Sir Mordred..." Mash's eyes held a trace of pity.
Mordred's current state.
"Of course, the most important thing is..." Siduri continued.
But the room's door was suddenly pushed open.
"Master, I heard that the Fourth Miss had ret—"
"Mushhushu are poisonous." This was the rest of Siduri's sentence.
Thud—
Liao Ye, who had just pushed open the door, stumbled. Unable to maintain his balance, he fell flat onto the floor.
Everyone in the room: ???
"X-Xiao Ye?" Zi Juan's eyes widened in surprise.
"Has Mr. Liao Ye's poison resistance already fallen to such a low level?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked both amused and helpless. "Does his body react just from hearing the word 'poison'?"
"N-No." Covered in dust and looking utterly miserable, Liao Ye scrambled up from the ground. His face was on the verge of tears. "It's this Spirit Origin's fault! I was never like this when I was alive!"
In his heart, he viciously cursed someone named Sima Qian. What kind of nonsense