FATE: Target of Grand Master

"Wait a moment!"

boom!

"it hurts!"

When Xia Yan regained consciousness, he sat up reflexively, bumping right into Musashi, who was looking down at him.

Both of them covered their foreheads and cried out.

"Xia Yan, you're finally awake."

Cú Chulainn, hearing the noise, walked in from outside the door and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xia Yan covering his head.

Xia Yan then realized that he seemed to be in his own room in the safe house.

What's going on?

The last thing I remember is being teleported away by Abby. Did I just get teleported back to the safe house from the FSN dungeon world like that?

Looking at Musashi and Cú Chulainn beside him, Xia Yan didn't see Morgan and immediately asked anxiously, "Where's Morgan? Have you seen Morgan?"

Musashi and Cú Chulainn exchanged bewildered glances, not understanding why Xia Yan was so agitated.

The two people's reactions made Xia Yan even more anxious. Just as Xia Yan got up and got out of bed, preparing to go find Morgan, Morgan's familiar figure walked in from outside the room.

"I'm here."

Those three simple words immediately lifted a huge weight off Xia Yan's heart.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and his brain began to work again.

He looked at Morgan: "We did go to Fuyuki, didn't we?"

Morgan nodded. "That's right. We also encountered the Descendant, and were eventually teleported out by her. None of this was an illusion, nor a dream."

After receiving confirmation from Morgan, Xia Yan continued, "How long was I unconscious after being teleported out?"

"It's been about 14 hours," Musashi replied. "We were all shocked when we saw you and His Majesty Morgan collapsed in the living room..."

"cough..."

Morgan coughed lightly, interrupting Musashi.

She didn't want Xia Yan to hear her in such a discomposure.

Musashi understood immediately, skipping over the description of when they were discovered, and continued, "His Majesty Morgan woke up quickly, but Xia Yan, you were still unconscious. We were all worried that you wouldn't make it to the next trial, but thankfully you woke up in time."

After Musashi's reminder, Xia Yan remembered that he had to participate in BB's newly added special trial today.

"What time is it now?"

"8 a.m.," Cú Chulainn replied.

There are still 4 hours until the trial begins. I don't know if I'll have enough time to deal with Abigail's problem.

As if seeing through Xia Yan's thoughts, Morgan said, "Xia Yan, don't think about prioritizing solving the problem of that descendant."

Why?

Although Xia Yan wasn't sure if he could handle the situation with his current strength, the feeling of having a ticking time bomb next to him was really unsettling.

"Because that instance of the world is no longer accessible."

"What do you mean?"

Xia Yan didn't understand at first.

"Literally. The first thing I did after waking up was try to go to that instance world, but I found that I couldn't get in at all. Not only me, Musashi and Cú Chulainn also tried, and no one could get in."

Xia Yan recalled what Abi had said before she sent him away.

"When the time is right, Abby will invite her older brother to come and play."

It seems I have no choice but to accept being locked out by Abby.

Guh—!

Xia Yan's stomach protested.

"Let's eat something first."

Euryale came in carrying bread and milk.

"Thanks."

Xia Yan looked at his followers and said, "We still don't know much about the Descendants. Since Abyss was able to teleport Morgan and me out directly, it's not impossible for her to come to us herself. Just in case, I'll also need to set up some combat power in the safe house while participating in dungeons."

None of the Servants objected, but even Morgan was helpless against Abigail's strange abilities, so it would be even more difficult for the other Servants to win. Xia Yan's words were more of a reminder to the Servants.

"Master Producer, I've finished making the new Mystic Code you requested."

Miss He, sporting dark circles under her eyes, walked in carrying a black and white uniform-style dress.

"Huh? What are you all doing here? Are you discussing something important?"

Seeing Miss He's tired expression, Xia Yan gestured to the others not to reveal Abi's information for the time being.

Xia Yan took the clothes and tried them on. Miss He's craftsmanship was still excellent, and the new Mystic Code: Chaldea Combat Suit fit him perfectly.

"Master Producer, this Mystic Code also incorporates cognitive impairment. Its three built-in skills are: AoE Enhancement, Gandra, and Order Change, with the following effects: temporarily enhancing all Servants' four main stats (excluding Noble Phantasm and Luck), paralyzing any Servant with Magic Resistance EX or lower, and swapping one Servant in the dungeon with one Servant in the safe house. Each of the three skills can only be used once per trial."

Xia Yan nodded in satisfaction, thanked Miss He again, and then urged her to go back and catch up on her sleep.

After seeing Miss He off, Xia Yan closed the door and said to the other Servants in the room, "Once Miss He has recovered, the Servants waiting in the safe house can tell her about the situation of the Descendants."

Time flies, and soon it was noon.

This time, no prompts popped up. Xia Yan, who was already sitting on the living room sofa waiting, was used to the opening scene, which was like a spiritual transfer.

However, in addition to the usual dizziness, a sharp pain struck Xia Yan, causing him to unconsciously cover his head.

When Xia Yan regained consciousness, he found himself standing at the entrance of a school.

Good morning, Ms. Xia!

"Good morning, Teacher Xia!"

"Teacher Xia, you're late again!"

The students passing by greeted him as if they knew him well, while a black-haired boy with glasses crossed his arms with a hint of helplessness.

Xia Yan searched his memory for the boy's name, and while enduring the headache, he finally remembered the name - Liu Dong Yicheng, the student council president who often conducted discipline checks at the school gate.

The headache hadn't completely subsided, but out of politeness, Xia Yan still waved to the surrounding students, including Liu Dongyicheng.

"Teacher Xia Yan!"

Suddenly, a familiar, imposing voice came from beside him.

Xia Yan turned his head and saw Fujimura Taiga standing with his hands on his hips, looking at him with a hint of anger. He said, "I've told you more than once, haven't I? You're not a student anymore. You need to arrive at school at least an hour earlier than students. If you keep being late like this, you can forget about getting a full-time internship! Now come with me!"

On the way to the teachers' office, with Fujimura Taiga grabbing his hand, Xia Yan finally remembered that his name was Xia Yan, and that he was a student teacher at this school, teaching physical education.

The female teacher who was holding his hand was named Fujimura Taiga. She was the homeroom teacher and English teacher of Class 2-A at this school, and also the senior who had been taking care of him since he came to the school.

"Quickly, before the director notices, get to your desks."

After settling Xia Yan into his assigned workstation, Fujimura Taiga wiped away non-existent sweat as if he had accomplished a difficult task.

"Phew. Junior, has something been going on at home lately? You always seem so distracted. If you're having any trouble, you can always tell your senior."

"Thank you, Fujimura-senpai. I'm fine, just a little dizzy."

"Would you like me to go to the infirmary with you?"

"No need, you go ahead with your work. I can go by myself."

"Okay, then take your time. Oh no, it's already this late, I have to go to class. Junior, don't push yourself, if you're really not feeling well, just ask for leave."

"OK."

After watching Fujimura Taiga leave in a hurry, Xia Yan also stood up and walked towards the infirmary.

Searching my memory of the infirmary, I vaguely remembered that it was the last one in the corridor on the first floor.

Go down the stairs to the first floor, push open the door to the infirmary, and you'll see a purple-haired girl in a white coat sitting at a long table.

Seeing Xia Yan push the door open and enter, the purple-haired girl hurriedly got up and walked quickly to Xia Yan.

"Teacher Xia, you don't look well. Is something wrong?"

After staring at the purple-haired girl in front of him for a moment, Xia Yan finally recalled her name in his mind.

Matou Sakura.

Why is Matou Sakura, who should be a school nurse, so young?

In my memory, this girl named Matou Sakura seems to be the younger sister of that classmate named Matou Shinji.

Is the nurse in the health room the student's younger sister?

This is rather unreasonable.

My head still hurts so much!

Matou Sakura didn't receive a reply from Xia Yan, but seeing that he was covered in cold sweat, she helped him to the bed.

She poured Xia Yan a glass of water and touched his forehead. He didn't have a fever, but he was still sweating profusely.

"Ms. Xia, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Xia Yan took a sip of water and politely forced a smile.

"My head just hurts a little."

A strange glint flashed in Sakura's eyes.

"A headache is no small matter. Here are some painkillers. Please take them and rest here for a while. I'll go and inform the director."

After saying that, Sakura hurriedly left the infirmary.

The headache continued to flare up intermittently. Looking at the painkillers in his hand, Xia Yan didn't take them for some reason. Instead, he drank some water and closed his eyes to rest.

Just as Xia Yan was drifting off to sleep, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind: "Honestly, Yu, pull yourself together!"