Holy Grail War

Yukino suddenly collapsed onto the sofa, her gaze filled with shock and confusion.

Recalling how that Servant had treated her Parallel World self in the PV, a possibility surfaced in her mind...

Without confirmation, she didn't dare be certain.

A moment later, Shimo Yukino returned to the Heavenly Curtain world, her expression dazed.

Then, she walked up to the mysterious Servant and scrutinized her carefully.

Height about 1.69 meters, skin very smooth, temperament quite good too...

Yukino felt somewhat satisfied.

After all, it might be a future version of herself—the better the reference, the more ideal.

Her figure was also golden ratio; if she wore heels, she'd have even more presence...

Hey, wait?!

The girl rubbed her eyes, staring incredulously at the mysterious Servant's chest.

How is it only that size?!

After all these years, not a bit of growth!

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Flat Yukino began to panic.

This is definitely not the future me!!!

24. Archer-dono Wants Me to Bow, The Geniuses' Holy Grail Mind Game!

["No... no..."]

["I remember the clock at home—today it's an hour fast!"]

["So it's actually 1 AM now?!"]

["Geez, I messed up again... again... again... again...!"]

["Nothing to do with me, not my fault, blame the family genes..."]

[In the hall, the Hagoromo Boy's mind echoed with all kinds of complaints, yet his body seemed relaxed, his face calm as he looked at the uninvited guest who appeared in the mansion, and said flatly, "Big sis, I can see your panties."]

[The female Servant, smiling freely, paused slightly, then waved her hand as if unconcerned.]

["Well well, you're my Master anyway."]

[Heh~~]

[Go ahead and don't pull your legs together, then.]

["Oh, so you really are my Servant? I was wondering why the mansion's magical defenses weren't triggered. But..."]

[Luo Shu sized up this composed, unrestrained white-haired big sister.]

[His gaze first fell on two firm, taut, flowing long legs.]

[Then on the slender waist wrapped in leather and the shockingly curved hips below.]

[Too detailed to describe—in short, the kind of shape that keeps you hard and awake.]

[Further up...]

[A continental flatland, if you will.]

[Luo Shu clicked his tongue.]

Outside the arena, people around the world clicked their tongues.

"Flat enough, indeed."

"Shocking—is this the chest a mature big sister should have?"

"At the end of the flat road, who stands as peak? Upon seeing white hair, the path becomes empty."

"White hair really hits my fetish, but..."

"How does being flat-chested offend you?!"

"Emm, at least she's your Servant—being a sarcastic jerk in your head isn't great."

"Agreed. He should just say it out loud."

"Shivering with rage and cold—this world is full of oppression against flat chests. How many times do we have to beg before you leave us alone... I forgot the rest."

Yukino trembled with anger.

What's wrong with being flat-chested? Does being flat-chested eat your rice?

It'll definitely get bigger later!

[The boy's gaze was too obvious, prompting the white-haired Servant to ask with a dangerous smile, "What's wrong? Got a problem?"]

[Luo Shu casually looked away and made up some nonsense: "I was observing the lines on your palm. You're not Saber, are you... I thought with my level, I'd definitely get Saber (Saber Class)."]

[He struck first, probing her personality.]

[The relationship between Master and Servant isn't always Master-led.]

[A contract is a war—whoever seizes the initiative wins.]

["Oh?"]

[The white-haired beauty smirked knowingly, her words pointed: "Are you talking about the screw-up who even got the summoning time wrong?"]

[The mysterious Servant seemed to share the same mindset, teasingly belittling him.]

[The two clashed head-on, each testing the other.]

["Let's set that aside."]

[Luo Shu casually changed the subject, waving his hand: "Anyway, with my talent, even if I got Assassin, I'd still be sure to lift the final Champion's Cup."]

["Oh, looks like I've run into quite the remarkable Master."]

[The white-haired beauty clapped, her tone approving.]

[To compete for the Omnipotent Cup, how could one lack confidence?]

[But her goal wasn't...]

["Naturally."]

[Luo Shu nodded with a look of utter certainty, then turned his gaze to the white-haired beauty.]

["So? Which of the Three Knight Classes are you?"]

["Oh? Why so sure?" The white-haired beauty raised an eyebrow.]

["With my talent, I'd naturally be one of the Three Knights."]

[Luo Shu stated matter-of-factly: "Not getting the strongest Saber is already surprising enough. I wonder which lucky one...]

["Forget it, doesn't matter."]

[He quickly shook his head, raised his wrist, and revealed the eerily beautiful crimson Command Spell pattern on the back of his hand.]

["The strongest Master plus any one of the Three Knights has already lifted the champion's trophy, so which are you..."]

People started spamming comments.

"What a narcissist."

"I've never seen anyone so shameless."

"Wake up, you're the first Master to show your face, and you love dropping death flags. In an ensemble movie, you'd be the first to die."

"Don't tell me you only started summoning after insider info confirmed you'd get a guaranteed Three Knight pull."

"Playing too much Umamusume."

"Luo-kun is so confident—he must have a plan."

Even though the barrage couldn't hear her, Kagome shouted back loudly.

[The white-haired Servant clapped, looking at Luo Shu with approval, and finally said, "Archer (Archer Class)."]

["And?"]

[Luo Shu raised an eyebrow.]

[Servants are those who left great deeds in pan-human history, their souls sublimated after death, their abilities determined by their life's record.]

[That was naturally what he wanted to ask.]

["Sorry, I've lost my memory."]

[The white-haired woman raised her hands in surrender, beaming: "Because of someone's incomplete summoning, my memories and thoughts are all jumbled now. I don't even know my own name or origin."]

[Though she didn't say it outright, Luo Shu understood her meaning perfectly.]

[Flawless speech, leaving no leverage... What an interesting woman.]

[Luo Shu smirked playfully: "Well, let's just say that's the case."]

["Summoning you took a lot of my mana—I'm getting hungry... Archer, I'm sure you can handle something as simple as cooking, right?"]

["Of course, Master. Hope your stomach can take it~."]

[The white-haired woman grinned, her tone slightly threatening, as she walked clearly and familiarly toward the kitchen.]

[She seemed to know exactly where everything was in the house.]

[Seeing this scene, Luo Shu pressed his thumb against his chin, lost in thought.]

Before long, the sound of the stove starting up came from the kitchen, and gradually a fragrance wafted out.

Soon, a bowl of tonkotsu ramen was placed on the dining table, steaming and fragrant.

"Not bad skills."

Luo Shu raised an eyebrow slightly, his smile as bright and sunny as a cheerful boy, his gaze approving.

After taking a sip and feeling the aroma spread across his taste buds, the youth's smile gained a hint of satisfaction.

The food made by his own Servant completely hit Luo Shu's sweet spot, as if it were a wife who had lived with him for years, knowing his tastes perfectly.

That's a bit unfair...

"Master likes it, that's good."

The white-haired woman smiled casually, lying on the sofa like a boss.

"Archer."

"Hm?"

"Later, help me tidy up the house a bit."

"...Okay."

She agreed with a faint smile, staring at the ceiling, a trace of nostalgia in her eyes.

Then, the scene gradually dimmed until it vanished.

The camera shifted to the next pair of Servants.

"What a harmonious scene..."