FATE: Target of Grand Master

Nightingale hesitated for a moment, but ultimately put the pistol away.

"I need to make arrangements for the treatment plan here."

"No problem, I'll wait for you."

Nightingale nodded, then said to a man in a green coat and green military cap, "Dr. Benjamin, I have more important matters to attend to and will be leaving for a while. The treatment of the wounded soldiers is in your care."

The doctor named Benjamin forced a nervous smile.

"Miss Nightingale, please rest assured."

Before he could finish speaking, Nightingale stuffed a huge pile of papers into Benjamin's head.

"These are common treatment plans I've come up with in my spare time. Benjamin, abandon your stubborn, useless bloodletting and diarrhea treatments. If I come back and see the wounded soldiers all pale or clutching their stomachs, you can expect to be shot!"

This outburst completely stunned Benjamin, who could only nod frantically like a chicken pecking at rice.

After intimidating Benjamin, Nightingale gave some instructions to the other doctors before striding toward Xia Yan and the others.

"I've made all the arrangements, let's go."

So Xia Yan left Cú Chulainn to look after Scáthach and took Nightingale to the rebels hiding in the northern hills.

Geronimo looked at Xia Yan and his group with great surprise, because since Euryale left, Geronimo had been very careful to change his hiding place, but he did not expect that Xia Yan would find him so easily.

Nightingale remembered that a follower named Rama in the resistance had been seriously injured, and asked, "What about that seriously injured Saber?"

Geronimo shook his head and said, "Yesterday, Rama still couldn't hold on, and his spirit foundation dissipated."

Nightingale was speechless for a moment, and after a long while she said, "I'm sorry, I am not able to save him."

Unlike Xia Yan and Cú Chulainn, Rama was not only cursed by the Mad King Cú Chulainn, but also suffered a fatal wound that pierced his heart. It is truly remarkable that he has survived this long.

In the original story, Rama's wife Sita transferred Rama's injuries to herself, allowing Rama to recover. In this trial, the Eastern Army's Masters naturally need to take precautions and eliminate the Servants, including Sita, who will assist the Western Army.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat oppressive.

Then, Xia Yan broke the silence.

"Geronimo, what are your plans after this? You should know that the Eastern Army only accepts Celtic nationalist rule. If the Eastern Army wins, your resistance will have nowhere to go."

"Of course I understand, but I still don't trust your Western Army."

Xia Yan suddenly laughed and said, "When did I ever say I was from the Western Army?"

Geronimo was taken aback, not understanding Xia Yan's meaning.

"If you're not from the Western Army, are you from the Eastern Army?"

Xia Yan shrugged.

"I am neither a member of the Western Army nor the Eastern Army. I am merely assisting the Western Army. Besides, I have heard some things about what happened before. I wasn't even there when the resistance was cooperating with the Western Army, so your distrust of the Western Army is none of my business."

Geronimo seemed to understand Xia Yan's meaning.

"So, you've come here to make our resistance army take your personal command?"

It's understandable that Geronimo would have such thoughts, given the three Servants Xia Yan brought with him.

"No, I don't need to command the resistance; I need to cooperate with them."

"How do we cooperate?"

"Just lend me a hand when I need it. I'll let you know the details when the time comes. I have only one goal: to defeat the Mad King Cú Chulainn. Once the Mad King falls, the Eastern Army will inevitably fall apart. After that, whether your resistance retreats to the mountains or fights the Western Army, I will not interfere."

Geronimo pondered for a moment, then held up one finger.

"I'll add one more condition: I'm not sure if anyone in the Western Army is deliberately trying to harm us. If so, I hope you can help us find them."

Isn't that a coincidence?

"I need your cooperation precisely to test whether there are any traitors within the Western Army."

Upon hearing this, Geronimo immediately extended his right hand.

"It's a pleasure working with you!"

"It's a pleasure working with you!"

After leaving behind a familiar pigeon for easy communication, Xia Yan finally returned to his bedroom in Denver Fortress.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted."

Xia Yan collapsed onto the large bed.

He had been running around all night, but he managed to meet his expectations.

"Xia Yan, would you like me to give you a back massage?"

Before Xia Yan could reply, he felt some soft pressure on his buttocks and thighs.

Musashi sat on Xia Yan's lap and then began to massage Xia Yan's back.

To be honest, Musashi's technique was excellent, and the pressure was just right. It didn't make Xia Yan feel uncomfortable, but it also helped to relax his muscles and improve blood circulation.

Hearing Xia Yan's comfortable breathing, Musashi smiled and said, "How was it? My technique was pretty good, wasn't it?"

Xia Yan nodded and asked curiously, "Musashi, where did you learn this technique?"

"Hehe. After traveling to many different worlds, you inevitably learn some strange and wonderful skills. However, massage is quite helpful for someone like me who practices martial arts, so it's not entirely unrelated. If you ever feel tight or stiff, feel free to come find me anytime."

Watching Musashi's skillful technique, Nightingale sat up on the bed, took out paper and pen, and frantically wrote down her notes, saying as she wrote, "Is this the massage technique popular in the East? It seems very effective in relieving fatigue. I have to write it down so I can study whether it can be combined with Western medicine."

"I'm done washing."

Euryale, who loves cleanliness, opened the bathroom door and came out.

Then this scene unfolded: Xia Yan, Musashi, and Nightingale were all on the bed, with Musashi sitting on Xia Yan and working hard on him. Xia Yan, who was being pressed down on the bed by Musashi, was occasionally letting out soft panting sounds.

Euryale's towel, which she was using to dry her hair, slipped from her hand.

"What are you all doing?!"

Yuri Ellie rushed onto the bed with a speed Xia Yan had never seen before, and said to him as if lecturing him, "Even if you're going to do *that*, at least, at least take a shower first!"

Xia Yan, Musashi, Nightingale: ?

Upon realizing that Xia Yan was lying face down with his back to the sky, Euryale immediately understood that she had misunderstood, and her face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple.

She immediately grabbed a pillow and buried herself in it, but the bubbles that kept rising from her head gave her away.

"Eureka, your brain is crammed with too much harmful information. Do you need me to remove it?"

Nightingale spoke in a very calm tone, yet her words were incredibly explosive.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Musashi, clutching his stomach, laughed so hard he almost fell over on Xia Yan.

Xia Yan also looked helpless. He thought to himself, "No wonder they are Greek gods."

"Cough...cough..."

Suddenly, a dry cough came from the windowsill.

Lan Muyan and Robin Hood appeared on the windowsill, looking inside with very strange expressions.

"Sorry to bother you four. We've been waiting outside the window for quite a while. Anyway, Xia Yan, you're pretty amazing."