She was nothing but an experiment. She could not even manage to be a shield soldier—what the hell did she know about Spirit Base technology?
Gudako: "..."
Her expression darkened again.
What could she do to keep her little brother from being corrupted by that pervert King Arthur? From Gudako's perspective, anyway.
Spirit Bases.
They had always been cutting-edge technology in the Type-Moon universe.
The person in Chaldea who understood Spirit Base technology best was the old director, who was already dead.
And after that...
There was no after that.
The old director had used Mash as material for human experiments, enraging Galahad, who had descended upon Mash. He had nearly been kicked to death. If Mash had been a little less kind-hearted and had not stopped Galahad, FGO might have ended right there—what distinguished FGO from the other Fate timelines was that the old director had made money and established Chaldea.
As long as Chaldea was destroyed before it fully began operating, or that old bastard was taken out, the FGO timeline would return to normal.
Only after that did the old director finally learn his lesson and choose to gather every bizarre freak under the heavens to form Team A—before then, he had planned to make a Sub-Servant force for Team A.
Naturally, that research was more or less discontinued afterward.
"I'm sorry... I can't be of much help here."
Mash lowered her head as she spoke.
Everything seemed to be turning toward the most hopeless possible outcome.
Yet at that very moment, a soft, gentle voice of concern came from behind them.
"Whether you're an older sister or someone who's loved, you have the right to ask for gifts, don't you?"
At the moment Miss Gudako was nearly despairing, the pink-haired girl blinked at someone and offered