That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Hall pulled over a table, gesturing for Olga Marie to make herself at home.

Joan of Arc surveyed her surroundings and exclaimed in praise, "Although it is simple, it has all the necessary facilities for living. It is a nice house."

Olga Marie found an open space, stretched out her right hand, and dense patterns of light emanated from her skin, shimmering and forming a magic circle with a radius of less than one meter.

"Observation exists."

"strengthen."

"Spiritual coordinates".

"determine."

"Anchor of Time".

"fixed."

The light suddenly brightened, and when it came to a standstill, it projected an image showing Leonardo da Vinci leisurely drinking coffee on the other side of the screen.

"It's a success!" Olga Marie's face couldn't hide her excitement.

On the other side of the screen, Da Vinci smiled calmly: "Director, it's so good that you're alright. The distortion of the Seventh Singularity is unprecedented, and everyone was very worried that you would be in danger."

Olga Marie proudly declared, "I am the director of Chaldea, the most outstanding magician and Master. I am not inferior to a half-baked idiot like Fujimaru Ritsuka."

Da Vinci peeked out and saw Hall: "Um, Director, is that Hall sitting behind you?"

"That's right, although I don't know why he's here either."

"Can I talk to him?"

"That's alright."

Olga Marie moved aside.

The projected image showed Leonardo da Vinci's beautiful face beaming with a flawless smile: "Long time no see, Hall. At least a few months have passed in our Chaldean timeline."

Hall nodded: "Is that so? My timeline has only been going on for a little over a month."

"If you don't mind, could you please explain that, according to the contract, you are still an employee of Chaldea?"

"It's nothing worth reporting."

"If you don't want to talk, we won't force you. Since you're over there, we'll trouble you to assist the director. It will be easier to gather intelligence and fight the enemy with two people."

Hall glanced at Olga Marie, but refrained from saying aloud that she was a burden.

Olga, on the other hand, keenly sensed Hall's strange gaze and put her hands on her hips, saying with displeasure, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

I will be careful.

"Then, Hall, you should have arrived at this singularity before the director. Could you tell us about the events that are happening at this singularity?"

Revealing information to Chaldea rashly would only disrupt the plan.

Hall pondered, "To be honest, I did arrive a day or two before the director."

Olga Marie retorted, "How could that be? Aren't you the commander of the North Wall?"

"Yes, today is the third day since I became a commander."

"That Hero King raved about you, saying you solved the monster problem in just three days?"

Hall crossed his arms and chuckled smugly, "Who told me to be such an excellent magician? If you don't believe me, you can ask High Priestess Siduri."

Da Vinci nodded: "I understand. I won't ask too much of the information you provide. Just say what you want to say. The Seventh Singularity is so extraordinary that even some trivial information is very important."

"Ok."

Hall nodded and shared some information about the three goddesses, which was basically limited to the level of the Servants summoned by King Gilgamesh.

Da Vinci's attitude gradually changed from calm to serious, and then from serious to incredulous. He slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "Is this the intelligence you've gathered in such a short time? Isn't that quite astonishing? The enemy is actually a god from the Age of Gods, and according to the powers that the monster goddess you mentioned possesses, isn't that the legendary creator goddess Tiamat?"

I'm not entirely sure.

"We'll help with the analysis... Oh, and one more thing, I'll give you a compliment, Hall. The body you created for the Director is truly perfect, so perfect that even this genius is envious. What I don't understand is, after creating such a perfect work of art, I can't feel any transcendence in the Director. Is that something you did on purpose?"

"She is a human being, not a work of art, nor is she art in the traditional sense."

"I see, that's what you think."

Hearing that the question was about her, Olga Marie couldn't help but ask, "What are you talking about?"

Da Vinci explained, "As you know, Director, your body is no longer a human body; it is entirely composed of spiritual particles. You could say it's an upgraded version of a Servant. The technology that created your body is based on a magical ritual called the Holy Grail War. Generally speaking, Director's current state cannot be maintained for long; it will either collapse on its own or lose its humanity after a certain period of time."

“But the director did not exhibit this phenomenon. His soul remained incredibly stable, and his humanity was maintained even after such a long time. This is a miracle that is close to magic.” Da Vinci smiled at Hall, his words carrying a deeper meaning.

Hall said calmly, "Let's skip the pointless guessing. Are you trying to say that I am the long-lost Third Magician, who only knows a little magic and doesn't really qualify as a magician?"

Moreover, Hall wasn't interested in magicians.

"Alright then, Director. We've detected that you're quite fatigued and have used up a lot of your magic. Let's end our conversation here. Roman is resting now."

"Wait, how's it going with Fujimaru Ritsuka?"

"Well... if I had to say, everything went smoothly. Please don't worry. The director's current situation is more important than Fujimaru Ritsuka's, so you need to focus on yourself now. This is also for the sake of Chaldea."

"I know."

Goodnight.

Turn off the projector.

Hall stood up and walked to the second floor. The detached building only had two floors. The first floor was for living, eating and activities, and the second floor was for living.

Most of the houses show obvious signs of habitation, as the residents are followers and there is nothing special about them except for simple living arrangements.

Hall moved into the corridor. The room, which wasn't very spacious, was simply furnished. There was a stone bed covered with straw, and a layer of cloth on top of the straw served as the bed. There were also some homemade tableware and cups.

"This is...my room." Olga Marie couldn't bear to look at the appallingly shabby state of the room.

Hall corrected: "It's my room. I'm very tired today and need to rest."

"Wait! Where do I sleep?"

Hall pointed to the dirty ground.

"are you serious?"

"What do you mean by being serious? This is the only place you can sleep."

"You might as well let me sleep on the streets!"

"That won't work."

Olga Marie relaxed, then heard Hall's voice again.

“If you do that, you will definitely be treated as a suspect, arrested by soldiers, and sent to King Gilgamesh for questioning. Then I will be the one who suffers.”

"..." Olga Marie's face tightened, and anger flared up.

Hall casually remarked, "Didn't you help Ritsuka resolve the previous three singularities? You must have suffered a lot back then, so it's okay for you to sleep on the floor now. You're used to it anyway."

"That was out of necessity. I won't treat myself badly. Besides, this isn't a matter of enduring for a day or two. If I stay in Uruk, I'll just keep sleeping here."

"That's natural."

"Then make room for me, now! Right now! I want to sleep in the bed!"

"Ah~" Hall yawned, self-suggesting that he had released the mind control magic, and then drew a primordial rune as a warning. As he grew sleepier, he closed his eyes and didn't really care about Olga Marie: "Good night."

Hall could go for days and nights without feeling tired if he wanted to, and his control over his thoughts was so precise that he could even manipulate his sleep.

However, being able to control sleep doesn't mean you don't need to sleep. After intense battles, it's best to get some sleep to recover your mental state.

If Hall doesn't sleep for a long time, his mental acuity and intensity will drop rapidly, thus losing the accuracy of his magic tricks.

"you!"

Olga Marie was furious. She grabbed Hall's sleeve, but seeing his peaceful sleeping face, she ultimately couldn't wake him.

"It's dirty and messy... Joan of Arc, do you think we should live here?"

“The environment isn’t great, but it’s not uninhabitable. Just like Mr. Hall said, we’re still unclear about the anomalies happening in this era, and it’s not safe to spend the night in the wild.” Jeanne considered carefully before answering, and seeing that her Master still looked reluctant, she said, “Please wait for me a moment.”

Jeanne left the room briefly and returned with a simple broom and a long cloth. After sweeping away the dust, she laid the cloth out and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I can't find anything to use as a cushion right now. If Master doesn't mind, you can rest here for now. Just rest your head on my lap."

“There’s nothing we can do,” Olga Marie said, frowning in resignation.

Joan of Arc sat down against the wall, and Olga Marie rested her head on her lap; they soon fell asleep.

······

The next morning, Hall opened his eyes at exactly eight o'clock, got up, stepped over Director Olga Marie who was still fast asleep on the floor, and went to the first floor of the dormitory.

The once quiet living room is now occupied by three Servants and High Priestess Siduri, sitting around a long table laden with delicacies out of step with the times.

Some goat milk, wheat cake, roast meat, vegetable soup, and fruit salad.

The three Servants are Tomoe Gozen, an acquaintance of Hall. These days, it's Leonidas I's turn to guard the North Wall, so she can come back and rest for a while.

Next are Amakusa Shiro Tokisada and Fuma Kotaro.

Hall's mind stirred slightly. As expected, Ibaraki-dōji had escaped from the seven Servants summoned by King Gilgamesh. And since Tomoe-gozen was here, Ushiwakamaru couldn't be here either. If Ushiwakamaru wasn't here, then his attendant Benkei certainly couldn't be here either.

The reason why Ushiwakamaru is not here is simple: Tomoe Gozen is here, and the two were mortal enemies in life.

Tomoe Gozen appears to have a gentle and quiet demeanor, but in reality, once she transforms into a demon, even King Gilgamesh might not be able to control her.

As for why the three Servants gathered together to eat breakfast like ordinary people.

The Servants summoned by King Gilgamesh are all given physical bodies, reducing their need for magic power. The price is that they need to obtain magic power through food just like ordinary people, and reduce magic power loss through sleep.

Upon seeing Hall appear, Tomoe Gozen was the first to stand up, her face beaming with joy: "Hall, you've moved to this dormitory too."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada said with a smile, "Please forgive my slight disrespect before. As a fellow servant of King Gilgamesh, I look forward to your guidance in the future."

Kotaro Fuma's eyes were hidden by his red hair, so his gaze could not be seen. He said coldly, "If you need anything, just give the order."

The high priestess Siduri, who was in charge of preparing food for the servants, looked behind Hall and seemed a little surprised that some of the other guests who had accompanied Hall yesterday had not appeared.

Hall smiled and nodded: "Magician Hall, just call me by my name. Breakfast is more lavish than I expected, High Priestess Siduri. Did you prepare all of this?"

High Priestess Siduri smiled gently: "Of course I can't do it alone. Fortunately, the citizens of Uruk are helping. Everyone is happy to prepare food for the hero who protects Uruk."

"That's an exaggeration. We were summoned by the King to do our part," Amakusa Shiro Tokisada said modestly.

High Priestess Siduli shook her head and said, "No, I am also very grateful to you, so please don't be shy and enjoy yourselves."