[Altair Miller]
I blinked, staring at the woman in front of me. She seemed to be inside a house… a very old Japanese house.
A beautiful woman with long black hair cascading gently down her back was gazing at a corpse lying on the floor. Instead of her usual red uniform, she wore a black kimono with red lilies printed on the sleeves. On her back, the crest of the Nobunaga clan was clearly visible.
Even without the uniform, it was easy to recognize that this woman was Oda Nobunaga.
Nobunaga wore an expressionless face, her crimson eyes scanning the corpse at her feet. The body on the floor looked a lot like her but with more masculine features. They could easily be mistaken for siblings.
"Fool," she murmured, eyes fixed on the corpse.
Though her voice lacked emotion, her thoughts echoed in my mind as though I were reading them:
"I didn't need your help. If you wanted to rebel against me, then be my enemy, not my ally."
Unlike her outward voice, her inner voice carried deep sorrow.
But in the blink of an eye, everything vanished.
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My eyelids trembled as I slowly opened them. Instantly, my vision was filled with the dull ceiling of a medical room.
I looked up, the image of that "dream" still fresh in my mind. I had probably caught a glimpse of her past memories through my dream.
If I recall correctly, there was something like this in the Fate/Stay Night routes.
I let out a sigh.
No point in thinking too much about it right now. At the very least, we made it back to Chaldea… or at least, I think this is Chaldea.
With that thought, I noticed something wrapping around my arm. I turned my head and saw a beautiful woman with long white hair draped over the bed, clinging tightly to my bandaged arm.
"Olga!?"
I tilted my head, observing the sweet director of Chaldea hugging my body... Not that I was complaining, since I could feel her breasts pressing against my arm.
Setting aside my perverted thoughts, I couldn't help but sigh in relief seeing her safe. Apparently, my insane plan had worked.
Also, I had to thank my regeneration ability. I'm not really fond of the idea of having just one arm. Sure, one-armed men look cool, but for now, I prefer to keep both of mine.
But I had to admit—even though my [Pseudo-Perfect Immortality] skill had been greatly downgraded due to the tiara on my head, it still managed to regenerate an arm that had been practically destroyed on a molecular level.
As I opened and closed my hand, I noticed a figure sitting in the corner of the room, legs crossed. The scent of red lilies lingered in the air. Her beautiful red eyes were closed, and her hat covered part of her face.
It was strange seeing Nobunaga with such a calm and serene expression. I didn't know if she was asleep… Do Servants need to sleep? I don't think so, right?
But a bigger question lingered: what happened after I lost consciousness?
My last memory was using one of my Command Seals…
Before I could finish the thought, a soft, feminine voice echoed through the room.
"Oh! You're finally awake?"
I turned my head and saw a beautiful woman with a metallic arm and a puppet-like bird on her shoulder entering the infirmary.
She wore a brown outfit accented with blue patterns and puffy, rolled-up sleeves. A red coat-tail hung from her waist, flowing over a red skirt. Her arms and legs were wrapped in blue tights, beautifully accentuating her thighs.
In her left hand, which wore a robotic glove, she held a long staff topped with a large, multi-faceted blue crystal encased in a golden frame reminiscent of a globe.
However, it wasn't her extravagant clothes or robotic glove that surprised me. What struck me most was her appearance.
Upon seeing her face, the only word that came to mind was… stunning.
Her long chocolate-colored hair cascaded down her chest and back, and her sapphire eyes didn't look away from mine. Her angelic smile remained unchanged as if she loved being admired.
She was so beautiful she looked unreal, like a painting brought 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 like me must've overloaded your brain circuits." She walked over to me, sat on a chair, and crossed her legs, gazing at me curiously.
Tearing my eyes away from her long legs, I snapped out of my stupor.
"Who are you?" I asked, lifting myself up and leaning against the bed's headboard, while Olga, still unconscious, hugged my arm tighter, pressing her breasts even more firmly against me.
"My, my! Looks like our little director got quite attached to you, dear Monkey King." She smiled serenely, and even her smile was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
But why did she remind me of a certain historical painting?
I tilted my head, but before I could process it, she spoke again.
"Well then, I am Leonardo Da Vinci." The corners of her lips curled into a proud smile. "But you can call me Vinci-chan." She winked at me, her serene voice laced with playful teasing.
My brain short-circuited for a moment.
"Da Vinci... the Italian polymath?" I asked, staring at her.
"Polymath?" She lifted her slender fingers to her rosy lips. "I prefer 'absolute universal genius,' but yes, I'm Da Vinci."
I blinked, scanning her with my eyes briefly landing on her chest… I admit I was used to the "Japanification beam," but even so, I couldn't help but be surprised by the gender switch. After all, it's common knowledge Da Vinci was a man.
"I'm not complaining, I do prefer looking at a beautiful woman rather than an old man, but why are you a woman?" I asked, tilting my head.
"Oh!" She seemed surprised by my question. "I see you're a man of culture as well." She nodded approvingly at my comment.
"Though I was born male, the true representation of beauty has always been the Mona Lisa—something I've always pursued. Let's be honest, it'd 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 tapped her own head with a finger. "Mind of an absolute genius and the ideal body—don't you think?" She ran her hand over her body, emphasizing her generous curves.
"I can't disagree," I nodded, eyes landing once again on her bouncing breasts. "Besides, I can respect someone who put in the effort to become who they want to be."
With my answer, she blinked, seemingly surprised, but a smile quickly formed on her lips.
"Fufu! I knew you were a good companion." She smiled.
She was fun but jokes aside; I still had questions.
"By the way, how is she?" I asked, looking at the girl clinging to my arm.
Da Vinci glanced at Olga.
"She's fine, of course. Though she can no longer be considered human." Her eyes sparkled as she continued, "Her physical strength, speed, endurance… practically all of her physical attributes now surpass even some low-tier Servants. On top of that, her magic circuits have been enhanced to a level no human in this era could hope to reach. Let's just say you turned her into a kind of reverse pseudo-servant."
"Reverse pseudo-servant?"
"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 her human soul is using a Servant's body as a vessel. In this case, the body is your clone's, right?"
I placed a hand on my chin.
So my plan actually worked.
My action wasn't entirely baseless. When that guy mentioned Olga didn't have a physical body, my clones immediately came to mind. What would happen if I placed a soul into a body that had none?
"Yeah, I just thought the soul was more important than the body." In my head, her soul would mold the clone's body to match her own.
"My, my! That's quite the bold thought."
"Not that much. Let's just say I prefer to believe the soul shapes the body."
With my response, her eyes lit up. "Hehe! You're way more interesting than I thought, kid. But leaving your pseudo-theory aside, do you understand the weight of what you did, right? This isn't just about saving a life—you've essentially redefined what she is now. That means you have to be ready to support her, no matter what."
"I know that. Miracles without responsibility are just the whims of a fool." I said, gently stroking her long white hair.
Da Vinci narrowed her eyes and smiled in satisfaction. "Oh? I'm starting to like you more and more, kid." She tilted her head, analyzing me as if trying to understand me better. "Well then, this beautiful and genius big sister will be here to help~" She struck a playful pose, leaning forward to accentuate the cleavage between her breasts, completely unbothered by modesty. "Well then…"
Before she could finish, the barrel of an arquebus pressed against her temple.
"Ufufu! I was wondering how long you were going to pretend you were asleep." Da Vinci turned to face my black-haired Servant, who opened just one eye while firmly holding the arquebus.
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(Leonardo Da Vinci - Character Image)
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