"Combat concluded. Goredolf Musik's safety secured."
After defeating all the enemies that had surrounded them again, Mash dismissed her Demi-Servant form and panted heavily several times.
For her now, the burden of combat was still too great. Even with Lawrence treating and supporting her from behind, it made no difference.
The source of Mash's problem could not be found at all. But judging from the traits she had displayed so far, her [upper limit] had been completely sealed. It was not something Lawrence's treatment could solve, but a problem on another level.
Lawrence had some guesses. Mash's current condition was more like damage to her Spirit Origin itself—in other words, something had gone wrong with Galahad, who provided Mash with her Spirit Origin.
But during this time, Lawrence had not had any spare time. She had been occupied with other research, the issue of the six Special Envoys, and Fujimaru Ritsuka's dreams. Many matters, including Mash's condition, had been put aside.
After all, Chaldea had no way to bring in staff from outside. The only people able to work were still those who had participated in Grand Order, and there was simply not enough manpower.
"Thank goodness. This is good. This is really good."
Fujimaru Ritsuka patted his chest.
At least this time, he had not so easily failed to live up to those words.
"You... you people."
Perhaps because of his unease, as well as the airs he put on as someone in authority, Goredolf Musik—whose minor injuries had already recovered after drinking Lawrence's potion—seemed to want to say something befitting the position of "Director." But perhaps because he was the one who had been saved, those two stances clashed in his mind, leaving him looking as though his brain had crashed.
"Hmph! Chaldea... Chaldea really ought to be