[Altair Brando]
Somewhat dazed, I stared at a woman with long purple hair. She stood on a devastated battlefield, a carpet of corpses stretching just behind her.
My vision trembled as I contemplated the sea of blood flowing across the muddy ground.
Looking away, my eyes landed on her slender back. She gazed at the sky while holding a long katana stained with blood between her hands.
As if responding to her melancholy, drops of water began to fall. The raindrops touched her face, sliding over her pale skin before dripping onto the bloodied ground.
Even with my thoughts still dreamlike, I recognized that beautiful woman with long purple hair.
Miyamoto-no-Raikou.
My adorable servant wore an impassive expression, staring at the sky and ignoring the rain that washed the blood from her body.
"Until when..." she murmured, gripping the hilt of her sword tightly with her delicate fingers. "Will this continue?"
There was no answer to her question, only the increasing intensity of the rain bathing her body, causing a deep sigh to escape her lips.
Gripping the hilt of her katana more tightly, she lowered her head and walked among the scattered corpses.
My greatest desire at that moment was to go to this beautiful woman, but in the blink of an eye that world began to fade, until everything disappeared completely.
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Feeling a comfortable softness filling my arms, my eyelids trembled, making me open my eyes. Instantly, my vision was dominated by the monotonous ceiling of an infirmary.
Looking up, the image of that dream lingered in my mind. I had probably caught a glimpse of my Raikou's past memories through the dream.
Although I couldn't remember the exact name of this phenomenon, if I wasn't mistaken, there was something similar in the Fate/Stay Night routes.
[This phenomenon is called Dream Cycle. It occurs when the Master, in deep attunement with the Servant, accesses fragments of memories from their past life during sleep.]
"..."
Nahida, that's a somewhat strange form of greeting. A faint smile formed on my lips upon hearing my little companion's voice.
[Greetings, Al.] Nahida's voice echoed in my mind with a slightly amused tone.
Good morning... hmm... Nahida, by any chance, are we in Chaldea? At least, I think that's the humanity protection organization.
[Hard to say.]
I could imagine Nahida moving her little hand and placing it on her chin.
Why?
It was strange that this goddess of wisdom didn't have an answer.
[When your consciousness blacked out, mine accompanied yours to the land of darkness.]
I see. Then I guess there's no point in overthinking this for now.
[Your nonchalance is refreshing, almost like a sparrow spreading its wings in the middle of a windstorm.]
Strange place, but at least this goddess of wisdom's analogies remain the same.
When that thought crossed my mind, I frowned, noticing that my arms seemed immobilized by something soft.
Moved by curiosity, I turned my face only to see my adorable Raikou lying beside me, holding my arm between her breasts, molded tightly around it. She wasn't just holding; it seemed more like this mature woman wanted to fuse my body with hers.
But if she's on this side, who's holding my other arm?
With that question, my red eyes turned to the other figure, seeing a woman with long white hair falling over my body, while embracing my bandaged arm.
"Olga!?"
I tilted my head, observing the adorable Chaldea director hugging my body... Not that I was complaining, since I could feel her breasts pressed against my arm... just like my Raikou's.
But leaving my perverted thoughts aside, it was somewhat comforting to see her safe. Apparently, my somewhat insane plan had worked better than I thought.
Not to mention I needed to be grateful for my regeneration ability.
Although men look tough with just one arm, I liked having both my arms.
However, it was somewhat surprising that even with my ⟨Perfect Pseudo-Immortality⟩ ability having been drastically reduced due to the tiara on my head, I still managed to regenerate an arm that had been practically destroyed at the molecular level.
[Strange...]
Nahida!?
[The existence of the Chaldea director is different, almost as if her existence had been merged with...]
Before she could finish, a soft, feminine voice echoed through the room.
"Oh! Finally awake?"
Turning my head toward the door, I saw a beautiful woman with a metal arm and a puppet-like bird on her shoulder entering the infirmary. She wore a brown outfit with blue details and fluffy rolled-up sleeves. A red coat tail hung from her waist, flowing over a red skirt. Her arms and legs were wrapped in blue stockings, beautifully accentuating her thighs. In her left hand, which wore a robotic glove, she held a long staff topped with a large multifaceted blue crystal set in a golden frame resembling a globe.
However, it wasn't her extravagant clothes or robotic glove that surprised me.
What impressed me most was her appearance.
Seeing her face, the only word that came to mind was... stunning.
Her long chocolate-colored hair cascaded over her chest and back, and her sapphire eyes didn't deviate from mine. The angelic smile on her pink lips remained unchanged, as if she adored being admired.
She was so beautiful she seemed unreal, like a painting that had come to life.
"Ufufu! Hypnotized by me?" She raised her normal hand, covering her smile. "I don't blame you. After going through hell, seeing an angel of such beauty as I must have overloaded your brain circuits." She walked up to me, sat in a chair, and crossed her legs, observing me with curiosity.
Looking away from her long legs, I snapped out of my stupor.
"Who are you?" I asked, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, while Olga and Raikou, still unconscious, squeezed my arm tighter, pressing their breasts even more firmly against me.
"My! My! You have two flowers in your arms, dear monkey king." She smiled serenely; honestly, even her smile was the most beautiful my eyes had ever seen.
But why did she remind me of a certain historical painting?
I tilted my head, but before I could process this, she spoke again.
"Well then, I am Leonardo Da Vinci." The corners of her lips curved into a proud smile. "But you can call me Da Vinci-chan." She winked at me, her serene voice tinged with playful provocation.
My brain froze for a moment.
"Da Vinci... the Italian polymath?" I asked, staring at her.
"Polymath?" She raised her slender fingers to her pink lips. "I prefer 'absolute universal genius', but yes, I am Da Vinci."
I blinked, quickly examining her with my eyes briefly landing on her chest... I admit I couldn't help being surprised by the gender change this time.
[Odin!]
Alright… I should have gotten used to this by now. But in my defense, it was still a bit strange.
"I'm not complaining, especially since I'd rather look at a beautiful woman than an old man, but why are you a woman?"
"Oh!" She seemed surprised by my question. "I see you're also a man of culture." She nodded her head, agreeing with my comment. "Although I was born male, the true representation of beauty I always sought was Mona Lisa. Let's be honest, it would be an insult if the universal genius didn't possess universal beauty. So, when I was summoned, I adopted her appearance to embody the ideal of true beauty." She touched her own face with her finger. "Mind of an absolute genius and the ideal body—that's the perfect combination, don't you think?" She ran her hand over her own body, emphasizing her generous curves.
"I can't disagree." I nodded, with my eyes landing once more on her bouncing breasts. "Besides, I can respect someone who strived to become who they wanted to be."
With my response, she blinked, apparently surprised, but a smile quickly formed on her lips.
"Fufu! I knew you were a good companion." A smile rose on her lips.
She was entertaining, but joking aside, I still had questions.
"By the way, how is she?" I asked, looking at the girl clinging to my arm.
Da Vinci looked at Olga.
"She's fine, of course. Although she can no longer be considered human." Her eyes gleamed as she continued: "Her physical strength, speed, endurance... practically all her physical attributes now surpass even some low-tier Servants. Additionally, her magic circuits were enhanced to a level no human of this era could hope to achieve. Let's say you turned her into a kind of reverse pseudo-servant."
"Reverse pseudo-servant?"
[That's what I was trying to explain. That girl beside you no longer possesses her humanity... she's now a part of you.]
Not giving me time to think, Da Vinci continued her explanation.
"Pseudo-servants are Heroic or Divine Spirits that use human bodies as vessels to manifest." She raised a finger like a teacher explaining to a student. "When I said she's a reverse pseudo-servant, I meant that her human soul is using a Servant's body as a vessel. In this case, the body is your clone's, right?"
I put my hand on my chin.
So my plan really worked.
[Not only did it work, but it also went better than you thought.]
That's good news... I think.
My plan was based almost completely on the words that Olga didn't have a physical body, which made me think of my clones immediately.
What would happen if I placed a soul in a body that had none?
"Yes, I just thought the soul was more important than the body." In my mind, her soul would mold the clone's body to match her own.
"My, my! What a bold thought."
"Not really. Let's say I prefer to believe the soul molds the body."
With my response, her eyes lit up. "Hehe! You're much more interesting than I thought, boy. But leaving your theory aside, you understand the weight of what you did, right? This isn't just about saving a life; you essentially redefined her existence. That means you need to be ready to take responsibility for her, no matter what happens."
"I know that." I gazed gently at the girl clinging to me. "Miracles without responsibility are just a fool's whims."
Da Vinci narrowed her eyes and smiled, satisfied. "Oh? I'm starting to like you more and more, boy." She tilted her head, analyzing me as if trying to understand me better. "Well then, this beautiful and genius older sister will be here to help~" She struck a playful pose, leaning forward to accentuate the cleavage between her breasts, completely unconcerned with modesty. "Well then..."
Before she could finish, the tip of a katana pressed against her temple.
"Ufufu! I was wondering how long you were going to pretend to be asleep."
With her words, my eyes fell on Raikou, who had opened only one eye while firmly holding her katana.
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(Leonardo Da Vinci – Character Image)