Bab 101: Chapter 25. Archery is Just for Eating
I Will Eventually Embark on the Path of No Return Called a Hero [Arc2] - 25. Archery is Just for Eating
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"Eh! Is it already over?"
Jeanne d'Arc, who had been wandering around in the thick fog, looked at Cyd with a face full of skepticism.
The Lord's guidance had allowed her to quickly find the battlefield, but the problem was that the battles had occurred so rapidly. Mordred had finished fighting Jack and then dealt with Frankenstein before being taken down by Chiron.
Atalanta had stopped once she confirmed Chiron was her opponent, and the masters' battles were even less worth mentioning—Medusa had completely overpowered Fiore, and the Sisigou hadn't used his full strength, resulting in an inconclusive end.
This had led Jeanne to find a disheveled Mordred searching for the snacks she had dropped and some broken walls.
"Isn't it better if battles between Servants are resolved quickly?" Cyd pointed to the broken walls. "At least it minimizes the damage."
"That's not true!" Mordred, having found her snack bag, jogged up to Cyd, fuming. "What's up with your teacher? Why is an archer so proficient in close combat?"
"Well, archery is just for food, but close combat is for self-defense," Cyd shrugged.
Even the gentlest centaur like Chiron occasionally did brutal things. For example, the so-called self-defense techniques he taught. Since Cyd had an immortal body, Chiron would often pin him down in practical lessons. Cyd naively thought it was truly self-defense.
As for why Chiron always targeted fatal spots, Chiron explained it was to make the opponent lose their fighting ability. It wasn't until a bear hunt that Cyd instinctively used Chiron's self-defense techniques on the bear, which had already died halfway through…
"Next time, we definitely need to deal with him," Mordred grumbled as she bit into her snack.
"Well, it's good that only a few walls were destroyed," Jeanne sighed in relief. She could never forget how Achilles and Siegfried had fought, nearly leveling the area. If such battles occurred in this city, it would be impossible to manage.
"However, Assassin should have understood our intentions," Cyd glanced at the broken walls, his [Reforged Pandora] moving slightly. "The fog only covered the streets and didn't harm ordinary people."
"Next, they'll go to Trifas, and then…" Jeanne lowered her eyes. "They'll attack the artificial humans there."
"Are you feeling sorry for them?" Cyd raised an eyebrow.
"After all, they are lives existing in this world," Jeanne clenched her fists. "Being born for death…"
"Is it really so unfair?" Cyd lifted his hand and flicked Jeanne's forehead. "Although it sounds harsh, every drop of their blood and every cell was created by the black faction. A single knob can produce a whole bunch of them. They don't even know who they are; they're just moving flesh, not even truly human. Your sympathy for them now is only because they have human appearances. If they looked like beasts, would you still feel sympathy? Don't immediately deny it; the answer you give now is just a conclusion made in the heat of the moment. Think about it thoroughly later."
"No matter how many times I think about it, my answer is the same," Jeanne covered her slightly reddened forehead, looking dissatisfied at Cyd.
That's fine…
Atalanta, on the other hand, had little respect for Jeanne's ideals. Survival of the fittest was the truth by which she lived; if she couldn't survive without others' help, she might as well die.
Mordred, sitting on a nearby bench, swinging her legs and chewing on her snacks, had no interest in the clash of ideals between Jeanne and Cyd. Her mind was occupied with finding the next Servant to fight. The battle with Chiron had been too frustrating, and the fight with Frankenstein had also been dull. A single kick had sent her flying into…
Mordred's eyes widened.
Where did the broken walls go!
…
"Here… Ugh!"
The pain in the back of his head made Caules instinctively flinch and try to sit up, but the moment he did, a somewhat cold hand pressed on his face, forcing him back down.
"Berserker?" Caules squinted his eyes. Although his glasses were missing, he could vaguely identify the person from the confused face and hairstyle. Currently, he was resting his head on the lap of this scientific monster.
Caules's face flushed red. Even though there was a skirt in the way, he could still feel the softness that was indistinguishable from human touch. He instinctively tried to get up, but was once again forcefully pressed down by Frankenstein.
"Wuuuuu!"
Ah, she seems angry…
Caules chuckled helplessly. "I won't get up again."
"Wuuuuu," Frankenstein nodded in satisfaction.
"Where's my sister?" Caules looked around as discreetly as possible. Although he had lost his glasses, he could still vaguely make out that this was probably his room.
Had she already returned?
"Wuuuuu—!" Frankenstein waved her hands around dramatically.
"I can't see Berserker clearly now," Caules said, somewhat helpless.
"Hmm?" Frankenstein bent over, her bangs nearly touching Caules's face.
"Too close! Too close!" Caules's face turned red.
"Creak—"
The door was pushed open, and Fiore, in a wheelchair, was wheeled in by Chiron.
"What are you…"
Fiore was momentarily stunned.
She had clearly left Caules on the bed before, so why was he lying on Berserker's lap? And what kind of position was that!
"Ahem, master, let's leave first," Chiron tactfully suggested, attempting to push Fiore out, but Fiore's firm grip on the doorframe showed she wasn't going anywhere.
Chiron felt a bit helpless. If he were more forceful, he would only be able to drag the wheelchair away, so he had no choice but to push Fiore in as she wished.
"Caules, what are you doing!" Fiore puffed up her cheeks. "I know you've seen a lot on the computer, but you shouldn't vent your desires on your own Servants!"
"I…"
Before Caules could finish his sentence, Frankenstein wrapped her arms around his head, her delicate arms pressing his mouth shut.
"Wuuuuu!" Frankenstein growled.
"I'm her sister!" Fiore was somewhat exasperated at Frankenstein's rejection.
"Wuuuuu!"
At this moment, Frankenstein was very much in line with her class, not wanting to listen to any words and only focused on one thing.
"Archer, separate them!" Fiore said, slapping the armrest in frustration.
"Master, Berserker probably wants to protect Caules right now and doesn't want us to approach," Chiron scratched his face. "It's best to leave them alone."
"Berserker, I'm Caules's sister. I won't harm him," Fiore took a deep breath, speaking in a gentle tone.
"Hmm—" Frankenstein hesitated for a moment, then although she released Caules, she still kept her hands on his shoulders, not letting him get up.
"Sister…" Caules felt a bit embarrassed.
"Phew… It's good that you're okay," Fiore sighed. "Thank you for tonight."
"It was nothing," Caules shook his head.
"Wuuuuu," Frankenstein pouted in dissatisfaction.
"Too much has happened tonight. You should rest early," Fiore sighed. Now that her head was a bit clearer, it was evident that Frankenstein's wariness was due to Caules's position after defeating the red faction.
"Hmm…" Frankenstein brought her face close to Caules again, clearly still concerned about his unclear statement.
"Separate them!!!"
Fiore immediately lost her temper, and the remaining two mechanical arms extended from beneath her wheelchair.
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