"He's not just powerful! He's… he's something special! Like, an unresolvable problem! Bartholomew is one of the three great noble families, and they hold power in the Clock Tower. Forget their strength, just their connections alone are insane. I was wondering why so many mages were gathering, but if it's Bartholomew, then it makes sense."
Romani silently shook his head. Facing the Bartholomew family was truly a bad situation.
"Report! They've started moving!"
A staff member reported, and the two looked at the monitoring screen. They saw snowmobiles, one after another, setting off and heading towards Chaldea.
All the snowmobiles, big and small, had been deployed. The estimated number of personnel was around 1100, and every single one showed magical energy fluctuations.
Their direction was clear: Chaldea was their target. They weren't coming in peace.
However, at their current speed, it would probably take them five or six days to reach Chaldea.
This was Antarctica. Without air transport, relying on vehicles was a bit naive.
"Attention, all departments! The target has begun to move. While we're not sure if they're enemies yet, those who come with ill intent rarely come to do good. We all need to be hyper-vigilant so we aren't caught off guard."
Romani began to rally everyone, and Chaldea immediately buzzed with activity, entering a state of readiness.
The seven new Masters were also on standby. Seven Masters, six Servants—this would be Chaldea's strongest team.
There was supposed to be Ibaraki Doji too, but Ibaraki wasn't home. Gilbert was just an old unlucky soul.
"Gilbert, when will your Ibaraki Doji be back? Now is not the time for her childish tantrums and running away from home."
Another Master spoke up.
Gilbert forced a bitter smile. He looked down at the Command Seal on the back of his hand, sighed, and said,
"It's fine, there's still time. If Ibaraki Doji really can't make it back, I'll use a Command Seal to summon her."
With a Command Seal, distance wasn't an issue. However, Gilbert was conflicted about whether to use it now or wait.
He remembered clearly what Ibaraki Doji had said, pressing a bone knife against his nose.
If he dared to use a Command Seal to force her to do something, she would cut off the first two characters of Gilbert's name! And she'd follow through!
For the sake of his name, Gilbert decided to hold off for a bit. Besides, Chaldea was currently full of talent and at peak combat strength. Whether he was there or not didn't really make much difference. Putting in effort was out of the question; it just wasn't going to happen in this lifetime.
"Ah, it must be tough for you, summoning Ibaraki Doji, that problem child."
The young female Master who had summoned Chevalier d'Eon spoke.
Gilbert thought she was offering comfort and was about to thank her, touched, when he heard this:
"But not everyone can be like my Chevalier d'Eon—beautiful, gentle, obedient, and strong!"
"..."
Gilbert's gratitude turned into speechlessness. Can't you have some shame?
"Chevalier d'Eon is good, but if you're talking gentle and beautiful, my Paris is definitely the cutest! Who doesn't love an adorable sheep boy?"
"Heh~ When it comes to looks, who does our Henry fear? What good are pretty boys these days? Gentlemen! Do you understand gentlemen? Do you understand the value of a gentleman?!"
"You three, Chevalier d'Eon and Paris are too neutral, and Henry isn't exactly rugged! My Geronimo is the real man! A steel-hard tough guy!"
"Everyone, stop arguing. What's there to fight about? Have I bragged about my Geronimo? Do you know how handsome Geronimo is after he takes off his makeup?"
"Cough, cough, cough, everyone's Servants are quite handsome, but my doggo is truly adorable! Do you know, the other day we were training in the snow, hahaha~ He actually learned to fetch a thrown stick! So amazing!"
"Huh? With his hands?"
"How could he?! With his mouth!"
"..."
Everyone looked at the brown-haired girl with glasses, who had an evil smile on her face, and a single question popped into their minds simultaneously.
[What have you done to Setanta?!]
Watching the other six people's discussion, Gilbert's heart was bleeding, though a smile was on his face.
I often feel out of place among you because I'm not perverted enough.
Look how harmonious other Masters and Servants are, how good their relationships are! Then look at me...
"Sigh."
Gilbert looked up at a 45-degree angle, letting the almost-overflowing tears stay in his eyes.
Fortunately, three days later, Ibaraki Doji returned.
The Groudon brought back a ship full of Heroic Spirits: Ibaraki Doji, Shuten Doji, Chiron, Tomoe Gozen, Nezha, and…
"Papa!"
"Father!"
Xiao Yu and Ahri had both come along. As soon as they disembarked, they pounced on Mo Shuying, frantically inhaling his scent, as if replenishing some kind of energy.
Meanwhile, the people around them, who had come to greet them, cast strange looks.
Fujimaru Ritsuka was dumbfounded. How did he get daughters after being gone for only 10 days? And two of them! Who! Who is it?!
"S-s-senpai! You've gone dark!"
Mash, standing nearby, looked at the fuming Fujimaru Ritsuka with horror.
Aside from Fujimaru Ritsuka's murderous glare, there were plenty of other strange looks.
Mo Shuying felt speechless. He was really going to be seen as a pervert this time. How was he supposed to get by in Chaldea after this?
But suddenly, Mo Shuying heard a voice.
"That's outrageous! Mr. Mo actually has two such adorable daughters! That's just unfair!"
"Exactly! I want a cute daughter too, they're so adorable~ Ah~"
"Hehehe~ Little girls~ Little girls~"
"WTF! There's a pervert here! Beat him up and drag him out to die!"
"Fox-eared beast-girl loli... hmm, to have seen such beings in this life, I have no regrets."
"Envy."
"Jealousy."
"Hate!!!"
"..."
Mo Shuying realized he had overestimated the integrity of the people in Chaldea. It turned out they were all just consumed by envy, jealousy, and hatred.
He picked up the two little foxes, one in each arm, then glanced at Tomoe Gozen and spoke.
"Where's Kiichi Hōgen? Didn't she come along?"
Tomoe Gozen shook her head.
"Miss Kiichi said she still needs to handle the aftermath in Nihon, so she won't be coming this time."
Kiichi Hōgen was finally getting a few days of much-needed rest. She trusted Mo Shuying's strength, so she decided to rest for a few days!
"There's nothing left to handle in Nihon. I think she just wants to be lazy. Never mind her, everyone go back and rest up. The guests will be arriving soon. Let's conserve our energy to give them a surprise."
Based on the speed of those people's march, they would reach the base of the mountain in at most one day.
To be honest, Mo Shuying admired this group. This was Antarctica, and they had been marching in the snow for four days. Anyway, only 900 people were still marching, and they still had one day's journey left. He estimated many more would fall behind.
If these people didn't have a foundation in magic, probably half of them wouldn't even make it to Chaldea.
But this was also a good thing for Chaldea.
If the other party truly were enemies, it would be best if none of them made it.
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