That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

"why?"

"An equivalent exchange, so entrust your next life to me."

This time, it was Hall's turn to kiss her soft cherry lips, and his hands, which were wrapped around her slender waist, became restless.

Olga Marie felt something was wrong with her body, her face flushed even more, and she closed her eyes until Hall was satisfied before she said urgently, "Not here."

"why?"

Olga Marie glared at Hall, as if she still had a question, and whispered shyly, "Let's go back to our room."

“I think this place is just right. When I go back, I’ll definitely have to report on the contents of the commission and what happened, and I’ll also have to deal with Merlin and the others’ inquiries. I’m sorry, I don’t have the patience for that right now.”

"but."

"I've already sent the familiar back, and I know where Joan of Arc is. There's no use worrying about it."

"..."

Olga Marie's bright eyes welled up with tears as she avoided Hall's burning gaze. Her ears turned bright red, her breath came in rapid, warm gasps, and she was flustered and unsure how to answer.

Lightning crackled from Hall's fingertips, flashing across Olga Marie's short dress from behind and pulling it off.

The passageways to the underground palace were sealed by a transmutation array, and Hall used the Shindai Aether as a material to create a large amount of soft white cloth to lay on the floor instead of a soft bed.

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The following day at noon, in the palace in Uruk.

Hall stood before the highest throne and reported on his experiences in the underground palace, omitting Ereshkigal's existence and some details that could not be made public.

"That concludes the report on this underground palace commission."

King Gilgamesh looked at the clay tablet in his hand and nodded calmly, saying, "The bastard magician from the observatory was indeed of no use. You did a great job on this mission, and the credit goes to you. I will order a thorough investigation of Uruk to find all the bastards involved in this incident."

“Yes, if King Gilgamesh has no further questions, I shall take my leave.” Hall bowed.

"Go back."

King Gilgamesh put down the clay tablets presented by Hor and immediately began working on the contents recorded on the next tablet.

After Hall concealed a great deal of information, this underground palace commission seemed to have little impact or danger, posed no threat to Uruk, and failed to arouse King Gilgamesh's interest.

Back at the tavern, in the first-floor living room, Merlin was talking to a projection of Chaldea, with Dr. Roman on the other side of the projection.

The dormitory is the location of the spirit coordinates, and Olga Marie can project freely as long as she is nearby.

Noticing Hall's return, Merlin called out, "Thank you for your hard work, Hall. I didn't expect such a dangerous enemy to be hiding underground in Uruk. The Chaldea director was injured, and we also lost one of our Servants. Did you gather any useful intelligence?"

Hall glanced at the projected image of Dr. Roman, nodded in greeting, and shook his head: "The only thing that can be confirmed is that this incident was orchestrated by Kingu, the eldest son of the Goddess of Warcraft, and Joan of Arc was also sent to him."

Merlin sighed, "Things on the north side will only get more and more difficult."

In the projection, Dr. Roman smiled wryly: "Holl, I'm sorry Chaldea didn't come in handy. Without the protection of Servants, I'll have to rely on you from now on, Director."

"I'll try."

Chapter 384 The Fallen Saintess

The second floor of a dormitory in Uruk.

When Hall returned, he saw Olga Marie still resting in bed, her silvery-white hair and bright red stockings still striking.

Her unique and elegant taste in clothing, though flamboyant, is befitting of Olga Marie's status as a noblewoman.

Without the disguise of claws and fangs, Olga Marie is as docile as a cat, and her occasional scratches and gentle bites only make her more endearing.

Hall sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out and brushed aside Olga Marie's long, silvery-white hair, admiring her beautiful profile. Her features were delicate and three-dimensional, combining Eastern softness with fair and smooth skin. There were no blemishes, not even pores, and her skin was so translucent that it made her look like a delicious fruit that made you want to take a bite.

The body formed from the materialized soul is very different from the ordinary human body. It does not feel hungry or tired, has abundant magic power, and can even recover from serious injuries in a short time. It possesses the physical abilities of a Servant without losing the physiological characteristics of a human body.

As she put it on, Olga Marie sensed Hall's presence. After waking up, she moved her body, squinted her eyes, and lazily leaned against Hall's legs.

Hall pinched Olga Marie's soft cheek. "Still want to sleep?"

Olga Marie curled up, groggily whining, "Um... just for a little while."

Having gone through so much, whether in Chaldea or the Singularity Olga Marie, I have never truly rested, and this period has been no exception. Only now can I finally find peace of mind.

Hall was also enjoying the leisurely time, watching the sunlight streaming through the window and chuckling to himself: "I almost forgot that the purpose of coming to this world was to go on vacation, but if I can complete the summoning spell, then I guess I'll have cleared the Type-Moon world."

By eroding Tiamat's Spirit Origin and completing the Summoning Technique, Holl himself, as Tiamat's Master, will become an existence surpassing the Grand rank.

Hall was lost in memories, longing for his younger sister, Matou Sakura.

Time passed quietly, and after more than half an hour, Olga Marie finally woke up, lay on Hall's lap, and reached out to touch Hall's face.

When Hall's attention was on her, Olga Marie asked softly, "Have you already reported to King Gilgamesh?"

Hall pressed his face against Olga Marie's right hand, feeling the warmth of her soft skin, and nodded, saying, "A part."

“That only explains part of it for me,” Olga Marie sighed softly.

What do you want to know?

"Would you agree to me saying something so capricious...?"

"meeting."

"They didn't mean to hide anything from me, but they didn't tell me on their own initiative either. Okay, I won't ask."

Hall was a little surprised. It is said that love makes people lose their minds, and Hall agreed with this. The goddess of the underworld, Ereshkigal, was an example. But how come the director of Chaldea, who usually doesn't behave well, has suddenly become smart?

Why are you looking at me like that?

"You said something that is completely out of character for you."

Olga Marie retorted angrily, "What do you mean it doesn't suit my personality? What kind of personality do you usually see me as?"

"Self-righteous, aristocratic, short-tempered, boastful, and easily discouraged—these are the traits of a qualified magician and an unlikable person," Hall listed off one treasure after another.

"Wait! What is this? I..."

Olga Marie, who was about to retort, suddenly realized that her behavior over the past few days completely confirmed these words.

Hall added, "And then there's your caution, your harsh words but deep respect for others; I love all your flaws and strengths."

"..."

Olga Marie blushed and buried herself in Hall's arms, speechless.

The way to deal with a tsundere is to be direct.

"Cough cough."

Olga Marie stood up, coughed twice to cover her embarrassment, and said solemnly with her hands on her hips, "Holl, I can leave other things alone, but there is one thing I must know: you said you knew Joan of Arc's whereabouts."

"Yes, you can interpret it as Joan of Arc having returned to the Throne of Heroes."

Olga Marie shook her head firmly: "I will not accept such an ambiguous answer. What I can understand is that there are different facts. Tell me, Joan of Arc is the only Servant who is compatible with me."

The two men looked at each other with equally serious expressions.

Hall suddenly smiled: "Good compatibility... Only someone with her personality could tolerate a Master like you who's so bossy. After all, Servants are heroes from different eras, and each one is a problematic individual."

"Mind your own business!" Olga Marie glared angrily at Hall.

"As the heir to the Animusphia family and Chaldea, you should know the truth about the Grand Order."

"Ah."

"The cause of the Seventh Singularity has never been the Three Goddesses, but the beast that devours humanity and suppresses it, which can only be fought against by the Seven Grand Knights."

"What! You mean the Beast of Original Sin appeared in the Seventh Singularity!?"

Hall nodded solemnly: "He is still asleep, trapped in a dream by the magician Merlin's illusion."

Olga Marie was completely panicked, shaking her head in disbelief: "Impossible... It's actually the Beast of Original Sin! It really has appeared! If what you're saying is true, Chaldea has no chance of fighting it. This world will become a 'cut-off' (a parallel world that loses all possibilities and is abandoned)."

Hall shook his head indifferently: "If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up."

Olga Marie grabbed Hall by the collar and leaned in to lecture him in a stern tone: "Don't say such discouraging things. Chaldea was established to put humanity on the right path, and all our actions are for the continuation of human reason."

Hall said calmly, “This world is much larger than you imagine. Chaldea is at most one aspect of the suppressive power of Alaya consciousness. It was only established because of the burning of human reason that it was able to use so many dangerous technologies. Besides you, there are many other heroic spirits from different eras who have different views on this world. Don’t be too proud.”

“You’re the same. You can say such things because you think you’re superior to us. I will not agree with your ideas.” Olga Marie’s eyes were sharp and unwavering.

“I view this world from a completely different perspective than you. Before long, the Sea of ​​Life, one of the seven evils of humanity, the Mother of Origin, will awaken. At that time, Joan of Arc will appear in a completely different form and become an enemy of humanity.”

Olga Marie paused, then realized something. With a hint of resentment and dejection, she lowered her head and whispered, "I'm sorry, I clearly didn't understand anything."

Hall took her hand and comforted her gently, "I just said that I like all your flaws and strengths. If you had backed down just now, you wouldn't be the Olga Marie I know. Besides, what you said is true."

"Tiamat, the Beast of Original Sin... Do you expect me to hide this from Chaldea?"

“You are the director of Chaldea, and you must make your own choice. These things are not exactly a secret.”

At least some of the truth about Merlin and King Gilgamesh's Seventh Singularity.

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late at night.

Hall got out of bed, glanced at the sleeping Olga Marie, and left the room to enjoy the night view on the balcony.

Its consciousness sensed something and reacted to the contract with the vengeful goddess Gorgon.

Hall heard a slightly hoarse and low female voice, full of sarcasm: "Insect, what will you do with your poor companion? Strangulate? Cut off? Eat? Dissolve? Cover? Degrade? Whichever way you do it, it will be sweet and delicious, and only humans of this quality are worth torturing."

Hall was not surprised at all, and silently asked himself, "Did King send Joan of Arc to you?"

"Because she exudes a delicious aroma, I'll decorate my dorm room wall for now. She's really tenacious. Even though her hands and feet are melting, she hasn't made a single scream. That's the only thing that's not perfect. Do you want to see the current miserable state of your poor companion?"

"Let's resonate with each other."

"As you wish."

Hall's eyelids twitched, and a sharp pain shot through his magic eye. The magic circuits inside activated, resonating with and connecting with the magic eye of the vengeful goddess Gorgon. Hall then saw her vision.

The dark and gloomy environment, filled with white miasma, instinctively evoked fear and unease.

Everywhere you look, there are broken human bones, and the surrounding walls are made of flesh and blood, with huge lumps growing on them, like living creatures wriggling and breathing.

It is truly a lair of monsters.

Directly in front of him, Hall saw Joan of Arc, strapped to a fleshy tumor, her hands and feet gone, her face contorted in agony as she endured immense pain, her lips trembling as she uttered something.