"Calling Russell Daddy... wouldn't be too bad, I suppose."
"As for this child's name... forget it, I can't be bothered to think. For now, I'll call her Number One, Mobius Number One."
"And so on from there... all the way from Number One to Number One Thousand."
She apparently had no intention of strangling her Heroic Spirit form to death. Instead, she planned to raise it as an assistant.
So that counted as a success?
But then again, could Mobius really handle raising a thousand miniature versions of herself?
If she raised them as pets or lab rats, it should be manageable enough.
But—
What if she accidentally grew close to those copies...
How would that differ from one person raising a thousand children?
Russell's expression suddenly turned rather strange.
While he was lost in wild thoughts, Mobius's hand nearly reached the point of poking him in the eye.
"What?"
Russell snapped out of his thoughts.
"With the help of your crown, I want to summon more test subjects and assistants."
The snake woman spoke with her usual orderly manner.
"The instruments used by the Nightmare succubi you summoned seem to have been overloaded."
"And my requirements for assistants clearly demand diversity... I need to use myself as a template and fuse other Servants into it to create assistants."
"Such a requirement obviously calls for your crown."
She wanted to borrow the Black Crown?
Russell did not hesitate over the cost. He took out an Originium sword, pressed it against Mobius's eyelid, and transferred the authority to her.
"I want to try it too!!"
The instant Huihui saw the crown, her eyes lit up like Tang Sanzang spotting a monkey's head.
"Next time."
Russell brushed Huihui off like a politician handling voters, while keeping his gaze on Mobius—Mobius would definitely