Welt, Get Fired Up!

Huihui raised her head as she spoke, then pointed at Furina.

"This is my Servant."

Then she hugged Russell tightly in her arms.

"This one is my cat too."

"For various reasons, it seems we lack the ability to win the Holy Grail on our own, and we might even die in the war."

"So we hope to form an alliance with you."

She spoke the lie she had just made up on the spot—she was actually incredibly good at running away.

"Is that alright?"

The white-haired girl looked at her Servant once again, her blue eyes filled with trust, even dependence.

"Those are decisions you should make."

The short Servant spoke calmly.

"You are the Master."

"But just now, you rejected the bishop's proposal to gather everyone together..."

The white-haired girl tilted her head.

"That man has serious problems. He is one of the least trustworthy people in this world."

The cool-looking young boy commented.

"Even his soul is dyed with obsession."

"In his world, perhaps only a few things are worth cherishing. Everything else is merely a tool."

"Mm-hm, I understand."

At those words, the white-haired girl's little face was instantly filled with solemnity.

She did not even consider the possibility that her Servant's judgment might be wrong.

The sight made the cat in her arms poke her head out.

Ah...

Mom and Godfather were so close. Their couple vibes were off the charts.

So...

Why was I born?

Durandal looked utterly bewildered.

Walter, Rise Up!

If nothing went wrong.

No matter how she looked at it, Mother seemed to have nothing to do with Father.

Looking at the stern young man who felt rather like a Plus version of Russell, Durandal's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be...

Had she stumbled into some kind of Love Potion