"Regarding the timestamp, due to strong interference, we can't pinpoint it accurately, but it should be some time before the trial of the Saint."
"Additionally, according to the observation results of the Near-Future Observation Lens, the degree of Spiritron turbulence in the era you are in has already exceeded standard safety values."
"As for Fujimaru Ritsuka, although we haven't been able to contact her yet, we can already detect a life signal—so for now, she should be safe."
"That's about it."
Knowing that the connection could be cut off at any time, Olga Marie reported the investigation results to Ian on the other side of the screen very concisely.
"Is there anything else you want to know?"
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"Director, what color are the panties you're wearing today?"
"Who would tell you that! You pervert!"
"Just kidding."
Seeing Olga Marie suddenly relax, Ian's mood improved quite a bit as well.
"The Director is much cuter when she's scolding people like this."
"You..." Only then did Olga Marie realize Ian had said that on purpose.
Although the reported intelligence was concise, collecting it was not simple at all—
Every verification, every observation, had to undergo detailed and meticulous calculation and review.
Not to mention she didn't dare entrust this kind of thing to anyone else right now...
He was trying to make her relax a little.
"But Director, does Spiritron turbulence refer to..."
"For an ordinary person to arrive at a Singularity, they need to undergo Spiritron Transfer, right."
"Cutting the soul into countless particles, then accelerating them enough to reverse space-time, and finally reassembling them."
Olga Marie reigned in her temper.
"This is something where absolutely no sloppiness is allowed—if one is even slightly careless, it means the dual destruction of body and soul."
"The same logic applies to Servants. If they suffer some unknown influence during the descent process, it could lead to the Servant finally appearing deviating from the appearance in rumors."
"For this reason, we must monitor the corresponding Spiritron turbulence standard values at all times."
Olga Marie's explanation made Ian suddenly understand.
"Wait, you don't mean..."
"Yes, according to what you said, that Servant in the city of Orleans is very likely not the Jeanne we know in our impressions at all."
Olga Marie sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Perhaps, it will be an enemy far above that."
"You and Fujimaru Ritsuka..." The young girl's eyes were full of worry. "Can you really handle it?"
"..."
"Director, do you know you are talking nonsense?"
"Non... nonsense?" Olga Marie didn't expect Ian to suddenly speak like this.
"Mn."
The man looked outside at the giant dragons that had run about for a day and were now resting.
"Is whether we can handle it something that will change just because you worry?"
"Are you doubting me, or are you doubting my Ritsuka and Mash?"
"I didn't mean that—"
"It doesn't matter if you meant that or not." Ian turned back to stare at Olga Marie.
In those deep eyes, there was already an indisputable oppression; even separated by distant space-time, it was chilling as always.
"You are making me very dissatisfied right now."
"After I get back, I will make you pay it back double with your body."
"And as for now, I order you, go rest immediately—"
"Eh?"
Olga Marie froze for a moment.
After confirming she absolutely hadn't misheard the last sentence, the young girl blushed all of a sudden.
"You..."
"Can't you hear what I'm saying?" The man emphasized once again.
"I-I got it!"
Olga Marie avoided the man's gaze, but used her peripheral vision to estimate the room from which she was contacting Ian.
There was no one else here...
Then—
Shouldn't she do something too?
"Um, don't blink in a moment."
Olga Marie said this while adjusting the angle of her projection.
Whoosh.
The young girl lifted her skirt hem in front of him in another space-time.
"Three—"
"Two—"
"One—"
"Alright, I'm going to rest!"
"You watch the time too, definitely don't break yourself!"
Without waiting for the man to answer her, Olga Marie voluntarily cut the communication.
She leaned against the wall, gasping for breath in large mouthfuls.
Did he see it?
He must have seen it!
Will red make him feel I dress strangely?!
But red clearly looks quite good...
Then, ask him which color he likes next time?
No, wouldn't that make me a pervert?!
The conflicted young girl slid down along the wall bit by bit until she was completely slumped there.
Even though he said very excessive things—
But so happy...
That's right, I can't doubt him and Fujimaru Ritsuka...
They will definitely come back—
Olga Marie, who had panted for a good while, supported herself on the wall to stand up.
"Do your best!" She encouraged herself thus. "Wait until I wake up, then continue working hard!"
"Absolutely... cannot drag them down!"
"However, if I could have a wet dream, that would be even better—"
"No, wouldn't that make it even harder to wake up..."
"Then—"
Olga Marie looked at her slender fingers, and surprisingly, there was no longer any resistance in her heart.
"Let's trim the nails first..."
Time passed.
One cycle of human calculation time had passed since the first moment of arrival at the Singularity.
The blazing light of judgment still shone in the sky, and the awakened giant dragons roared towards the sky one after another.
Recalling Olga Marie's red offering, Ian felt sufficient repayment from it.
Needless to say, after that, Olga Marie definitely went to release herself.
Must—
Conquer this place.
"Good morning!"
Jeanne [Alter] greeted the man.
"Mn, good morning."
"Hey, why so serious—"
Sensing Ian's abnormality, Jeanne [Alter] leaned a bit closer.
"I didn't mean to disturb you and Kiyohime yesterday; how was I to know that just after you finished teaching Mordred a lesson, you would immediately..."
"Answer one question and I'll forgive you." The man interrupted Jeanne [Alter]'s words.
"Eh?"
"What question?" Jeanne [Alter] looked puzzled.
"What color are the panties you're wearing today?"
"Black, of course... wait, no!"
Jeanne [Alter] slapped Ian's shoulder hard.
"Why do I have to answer such a meaningless question!"
"No, this is critical."
"Critical where?!"
"Critical in what kind of girl I will raise." Ian stroked Jeanne [Alter]'s burning cheek. "Is this answer enough?"
"..."
"Don't understand, but..."
Jeanne [Alter] turned her face sideways, but her hand held onto Ian.
"Today, I want to sit on the same dragon as you!"
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