Human Order Foundation Value EX

Chaldea's cafeteria.

To make up for the shortage of staff, Servants skilled in household tasks took turns helping out.

Servants' bodies did not get hungry; all they needed was a proper supply of magical energy. Still, eating and drinking benefited their mental well-being.

Every Servant summoned to Chaldea had a personal account. They could earn points in various ways and spend them on extras beyond the standard meals provided at Chaldea.

The peak dining hour for Servants of the "Artoria" variety had just passed, leaving Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash free to talk with a slightly tired EMIYA.

"The time of the Fifth Holy Grail War..." Chaldea's Red A frowned, apparently pondering something.

"That era, huh? Yes, I took part in that Holy Grail War. I belong to that history, so going with you shouldn't cause the world to reject me."

He took the dishes out of the sink and dried his hands on a nearby towel.

Da Vinci said:

"Although we can't fully classify this as a Singularity yet, our synchronized readings suggest it lies at a very important point in history. The rejection is quite strong."

"So what matters most is having Servants who know the local area and that era—in other words, locals!"

"Wonderful." Mash clapped her hands. "Senpai, let's go ask Lord El-Melloi II to join us."

"Hmph. If we're going to that point in time, plenty of Servants here in Chaldea qualify." Red A glanced at Muramasa Senji, who was eating with Musashi, and pointed his thumb toward him.

"Take that guy along too. Fundamentally speaking, he's a genuine local."

"Huh? You mean Grandpa?" As a Servant, Musashi could naturally hear their conversation. "But Grandpa's from ancient times!"

"No, this body I'm possessing... How should I put it? It does have deep ties to Fuyuki." Muramasa