Facing Mash's question, Nightingale said, "You're overthinking it. Let's go."
"No, no, no, I'm not overthinking it. Miss Nightingale definitely fired a gun just now, didn't she?"
Nightingale looked at Bai Ming, then at Mash, seemingly wondering why someone like Bai Ming, who was just as poor at talking to people as she was, had a Servant who kept obsessing over such strange details.
At last, Nightingale said, "I struck her with the butt of the gun, so there is no need to worry."
"It's like hitting someone with the side of a brick. Perfectly safe. So Mash, do not ask again."
But hitting someone with the side of a brick sounded even more dangerous, didn't it? It was better to use the back of her shield. With just a "gentle" impact, then shifting the point of contact at the instant of collision, she could give someone sleep as peaceful as a baby's.
Mash ultimately gave up dwelling on the matter and instead connected the Chaldea communications.
"Yes. Do not chat at the treatment site."
As Nightingale spoke, she headed outside the camp. Just as the group was preparing to leave, Roman said, "A Servant is rapidly approaching. Judging from the magical energy fluctuations, it should be a Caster-class entity."
"Stop right there, Florence. Where do you think you're going? You know that anyone who acts without authorization in the military can be shot on the spot, don't you? Go back and treat the wounded immediately, or do not blame us for being rude."
Roman sighed. "Someone else is threatening Old Bai with death without knowing any better. It's over."
The speaker was a purple-haired "girl" with shoulder-length hair, holding a gilt-patterned book. Behind that "girl" stood a large mechanical army. Bai Ming and Nightingale stopped together, while Jeanne d'Arc