I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

Gudako suddenly let out a shout.

Jeanne Alter suddenly realized that the hand she was holding was gone.

Looking again, there was no sign of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Eh, Master?!"

No one left?

Where did it go?

That bastard dares to steal my man?!

In the instant she was stunned, Fujimaru Ritsuka was suddenly dragged away by someone.

This person is none other than the lovely and gentle little eggplant Mashu.

How could she possibly accept losing to Jeanne Alter for no reason?!

"Excuse me, Ms. Jeanne Alter. I'll be taking you with me now!!!"

Mashu scooped up Fujimaru Ritsuka and ran towards the Chaldea corridor as if fleeing.

...! ! !

Jeanne Alter [Shocked!]

“Mash, she…”

"So this is the kind of proactive person he is?!"

Jeanne Alter stood frozen in place, watching the figure disappear into the distance despite the absence of dust.

"Damn it, I was careless, she actually ran away!"

Jeanne Alter gritted her teeth, feeling unwilling but helpless as Mash carried Fujimaru Ritsuka away in a cloud of dust.

The girl clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, stomped her foot awkwardly, and then simply transformed into spirit particles and disappeared from the vast space of Chaldea.

Do you like this kind of senior? (Image)

Chapter Thirteen: The Temperamental Blackie

Chaldea Staff Cafeteria

Here, things are no different from what Fujimaru Ritsuka knows about the past. Specifically, after the incident of "Lev blowing up Chaldea," Chaldea no longer even had important staff like chefs. Although they still had convenient bento machines to make do, the food became unpalatable after a while.

Therefore, they had to summon Servants like Emiya and Tamamo-no-Myanmar, who were skilled in cooking, to feed the people of Chaldea.

But things are different now. The staff who worked as chefs are all alive and have not been involved in the non-existent explosion of the control room.

However, at this point, they were clearly caught in another crisis.

"Hurry up and bring me my delicious work lunch!"

"I can't work properly if I'm not full! Ugh... Chew~ Chew~, another bowl!"

Chef: I...I understand~~~

As the bowls and chopsticks, so clean that not even a grain of rice remained, were piled up on the table, gradually growing as high as a small mountain, the chefs were at a loss for words.

How did Gary end up with such a powerful ancestor?!

"Hurry up! How can the soldiers fight if the supplies aren't in place? Even the strongest heroes have their share of food problems, so get to it quickly!"

"Is this how you save humanity?"

Chef: ...Do I have to save humanity just by cooking? Are you kidding me? Has the world gone mad, or have I?

"I came here because I heard Chaldea has delicious lunches. Deceiving the King is a capital offense. So, give me another whole Angus steak set meal, double the cola! And the fried chicken too!"

.....

The petite girl, dressed in a black shirt and blue shorts, was exuding a stunning aura.

Everyone held their breath, only able to look up at the girl's heroic figure as she ate.

"Peperoncino, isn't that a Servant?"

The tall, blonde girl had her left eye covered by a black gauze, while her right eye, with its blue pupil, revealed a rare hint of surprise.

"Such a petite body, yet it can eat so much food, whose servant is this?"

The girl's name is Ophelia, a top student in the Clock Tower's Spirit Summoning Department, while the alluring, androgynous man beside her is Peperoncino.

He is also a hidden figure in the Second Lostbelt and the Fourth Lostbelt.

"I don't know, but that Servant looks interesting, and the Spirit Origin strength is quite impressive. No matter whose Servant it is, it's always good to build a good relationship with them! I'm really looking forward to it; Servants always bring surprises."

Peperoncino said happily, though it was hard to tell if he was faking it; his expression was a little too excited.

"I have to say, as expected of you..."

Ophelia pursed her lips, said nothing, and took her work lunch to a place to sit down.

"Oh, how cold! Are you still angry because Mashu didn't choose you?"

"Shut up."

Peperoncino seemed to have hit the nail on the head, Ophelia gave a cold snort, and then replied...

"I'll check on that child whenever I have time. Given the current situation, it would be a waste of our combat power to let her follow ordinary people. [Dangerous]"

Ophelia said something that didn't match her true feelings.

It's like someone who genuinely cares but is too proud to admit it and just makes up an excuse.

Peperoncino recognized it immediately.

"Don't get so hung up on it. That newcomer conquered Singularity F in a very short time. We shouldn't say anything based on that achievement alone, should we?"

"If it were me, I could definitely be even better..."

Peperoncino interrupted Ophelia, a wide, exaggerated smile spreading across his snake-like face.

"If it weren't for that newcomer, we wouldn't even be able to eat here... Anyway, I'm very grateful to that newcomer and Mashu-chan."

"......"

Ophelia remained silent.

Her beautiful blue eyes glanced at the latter's exaggerated expression, as if she had been thinking for a while.

“You’re right. But it has nothing to do with who Mashu chooses. I’m just saying that Mashu should be paired with a more superior Master.”

"Okay, okay, I understand. But no one but Mashu-chan can decide these things, right? I hope you'll still consider this aspect."

"Yes, I will take the initiative to talk to them."

"That's good."

Peperoncino was relieved; he had been genuinely worried that Ophelia's stubborn personality might cause some kind of conflict.

"thanks for treatment!"

During the conversation between the two, the girl in black slammed her bowl and chopsticks heavily on the table.

"While it can't be called a peerless treasure, it's still far superior to the food in Britain. Let the cost be deducted from my Master's account; as Master, it's only right to pay for my Servant."

Chef A: "Yes...that's correct, but may I ask your identity and who your Master is...?"

It's strange that Servants need to eat.

However, it's not a big deal that different Servants have different personalities.

"I see."

The black-clad knight girl announced her name.

“Servant [Saber] Artoria Pendragon [Alter], Master is [Fujimaru Ritsuka].

Staff member: "Eh... Eh!"

Peperoncino: !!

Ophelia: !!

Seeing the chefs' somewhat surprised, blank, and slightly displeased expressions, the dragon's pale yellow eyes radiated a terrifying light.

"What's wrong? Do you need me to state my name again?"

"Blackie asked."

"No...no need. I just thought your Master was one of those elite mages from Group A. I didn't expect you to be that strange 'ordinary person'?"

"A strange ordinary person? What do you mean by that... A Master who insults others without permission, even if I kill him now, wouldn't that be part of the cleanup?"

Black Saber manifested a black, corrupted holy sword.

The chef's face turned a deep purple, like braised pig liver, and his eyes widened in fear under the suppression of Hei Dai's powerful aura.

"No...no, I mean that Master...because he summoned a rare Extra Class, that's why he's called strange."

【Clang!】

"An additional job class?!"

Hei Dai frowned slightly, and the Holy Sword struck the floor hard, producing a powerful metallic sound.

"That...I heard, you know, that lady who's a bit short-tempered and dressed in black like you..."

!!!

Hei Dai gripped the sword hilt tightly, and his black aura swelled even more.

"That village girl, didn't she expect that she would answer the call beforehand?"

[Blood pressure spikes]

A surge of inner turmoil and anticipation welled up inside me.

......