This Ritsuka Fujimaru Is Kind of a Jerk

At Chaldea's Antarctic headquarters, there was no Empress's ice this time. Everything was operating as usual, though Chaldeas remained under layer upon layer of defenses.

In the bathroom, Galahad looked into the mirror at his adult yet still youthful face and murmured, "I'm sorry about today. I got you hurt. Give me a little more time. It won't be long."

The room that had originally belonged to Ritsuka Fujimaru was still his. Lilith was applying medicine to Ritsuka Fujimaru.

The one lying on the bed now was Ritsuka Fujimaru, not Galahad. The black hair made that obvious.

Galahad had descended upon Ritsuka Fujimaru through possession.

However, unlike Waver and Reines, in battle Galahad held control of the body. Or rather, Ritsuka Fujimaru had voluntarily surrendered control of it.

After graduating from university, Ritsuka Fujimaru had joined a company and should have lived the ordinary life of a corporate drone.

But Chaldea had restarted, which meant recruiting members with the aptitude to become Masters.

Even if his age had changed, his compatibility had not. Ritsuka Fujimaru had been selected once again.

Now that he had some experience in society, he naturally would not embarrass himself by falling asleep during a meeting held by his superiors.

He successfully waited for the Servant Summoning ritual, but unlike everyone else, he failed to summon a Servant.

Just when he thought he had failed, he never imagined that Servant would speak to him that very night.

He had thought it was a dream, but even when awake, he could still converse with him.

After understanding the difference between possession and summoning, the reasonable Ritsuka Fujimaru agreed to hand over control of his body during battle.

After showering, Galahad returned control of the body. That had been their agreement from the start, and as a knight,