"Well... like this... again like this..."
Leonardo da Vinci assembled the last gear of his mechanical prosthetic arm.
"Okay, that's all done!"
Originally, Animusfia gave her a drawing of a prosthetic limb that she had designed.
But under the strong protest of the genius, Animusfia had to agree to let Leonardo da Vinci improve his design.
In the end, the only thing left that belonged to Animusfia was the core part of the prosthetic limb————
Design that replaces nerve electrical signals with the transmission of magic power.
Rather than saying it is a prosthetic limb used to replace the left arm, it is better to call it a tool that looks like a hand.
To put it figuratively, it is essentially a clamp controlled by magic.
It is a "hand" made for the use of "hands", a utilitarian tool.
It can do what the hand can do, and what the hand cannot do, it can also do.
But in Leonardo da Vinci's eyes, Animusfia's design, which was almost indistinguishable from modern prosthetics, seemed very crude.
"Well......"
Animusfia tried to use magic to activate her left arm.
The brass prosthetic limb that looked like it came from the steampunk world started to work, moving back and forth according to Animusfia's control.
The exposed gears under the shell that is not completely sealed are constantly rotating. Completely different from the impression given by the appearance, Da Vinci's improved prosthetic limbs move like real flesh.
There is no hint that the interior is driven by mechanical parts.
In Animusfia's original expectation, it would be good if his prosthetic limb could move like an excavator's shovel.
Now I can actually achieve such smooth movement.
I have to admire the manufacturing level of "genius".
"This is really amazing."
Animusfia couldn't help but admired.
"Humph, my improvements don't stop there. Although the exterior still adheres to your design style, the interior is completely different."
Da Vinci said proudly as he took out a book as thick as an Oxford dictionary from under the table in his workshop.
“Bang——————”
It made a dull sound after hitting the table.
"This is.....?"
"Instruction manual, Director Animusfia's instruction manual for your prosthetic limb."
With a smile on his face, Leonardo da Vinci said something extraordinary.
The consequences of allowing the genius Leonardo da Vinci to make improvements are here——————————
At this point, even Animusfia, the original designer, doesn't know how many functions his prosthetic limb has now.
"well......"
Animusfia looked at the thick instructions on the table, scratched her hair with her right hand freed from the cast, and sighed in distress.
Originally, his injury should have been quietly recuperated for a few months, but with Chaldea's powerful medical conditions and magic, he was able to basically regain his fighting ability in just a week.
Of course, it should be noted that mental fatigue cannot be cured by technology or magic.
"What's wrong? Is it possible that you, the director, are actually bad at studying?"
Roman came up and asked.
"That's not... I'm just worried about having to spend time memorizing it... After all, my teacher once commented that I'm only good at plagiarizing other people's stuff."
"...Is studying plagiarizing other people's stuff?"
"If you think about it carefully, it's actually the same thing, right? Unless you discover and summarize something yourself, isn't learning just about acquiring knowledge from others? You can only become clones of giants, and no one can really stand. I can’t even do it on my own shoulders.”
Animusfiya said helplessly.
Geniuses like Leonardo da Vinci do not stand on the bodies of people like Animusfia, but on the bodies of giants such as Newton, Galileo, and Faraday.
Animusfia is just a clone of a giant at best.
"Well, let's not say such pessimistic things——"
Da Vinci interrupted the conversation between Animusfia and Roman at the right time.
"I'm more curious about where the hair on your body comes from~~ Could it be~~"
Da Vinci suddenly twisted a thin orange-red hair from the bandage that Animusfia had removed earlier.
The owner of the hair speaks for itself.
The scene he saw last night came to Animusfiya's mind again.
Oops, now that there is no bandage covering the face, there is no way to hide it if you blush.
Animusfia began to miss the bandage that had been covering her face for more than a week.
He quickly thought about irrelevant things and threw the girl's body out of his mind.
"I've been spending a lot of time with Ritsuka lately, so it's normal to have some of her hair on me, right?"
Animusfia was vague.
"Well, that's true."
The doctor on the side nodded in agreement:
"The Director and Fujimaru seem to have a very good relationship recently. Even if you ignore the time spent studying magic, she usually spends more time with the Director than Mash."
"Haha, doesn't this just show that I have an easy-going temperament and have already become one with everyone in Chaldea?"
"It's just with Fujimaru Ritsuka, right? Could it be that, Director, you are actually interested in Fujimaru————?"
Roman approached Animusfia with a look of surprise.
"See clearly, it's Ritsuka who comes to me every time. If she has thoughts, it's because she has thoughts about me, right?"
Animusfia used the prosthetic arm of her left arm to push Roman's face away mercilessly.
Not bad, very useful.
"Besides, she's so young. Even if she has ideas, she wouldn't be able to think of her as an 'uncle' like me."
Animusfia originally thought so. Even if the two of them occasionally got intimate, he would just regard it as a joke that was too big for Ritsuka. However, after experiencing yesterday's night attack, he was a little confused for a moment. Right.
"Speaking of which, Director, what were you doing before you came to Chaldea? Don't you look very young now?"
Roman asked, rubbing his face.
At least in appearance, Animusfia does not look like a middle-aged man.
But there is no guarantee that the age of magicians can be determined by their appearance.
"Twenty-four years old, a student."
Animusfia responded.
An unexpected, yet reasonable answer.
"Isn't that not old at all?"
"Compared to Ritsuka, we are already considered elders. Compared to Mash, we are far behind. Although we have become familiar recently, we have only known each other for less than a month, right? The generation gap between Ritsuka and I It’s actually unfathomable.”
"Personally, I think those are not important. What do you think is the most important thing?"
"What did I think? It's actually the most important thing?"
Animusfia laughed out loud.
He actually has this day, and he can actually act like a minor protagonist.
However, Animusfia had the opportunity to become a light protagonist, but he did not have the luck of being a light protagonist.
"The top priority now is to solve the problem of human body burn. Let's wait until everything is settled and then think about that, doctor."
Animusfia picked up the thick instruction manual and walked to the door of the room.
"Now, no matter how many questions I think about and how many answers I get, they are all castles in the air and of no use."
Animusfia looked back at Roman and Da Vinci.
"Okay, the prosthetic limbs are also installed. I'm going to take a step forward to summon the servants. If I'm late, you won't be able to see them."
Saying this, Animusfia left the workshop.
Looking at Animusfia's leaving figure, Leonardo da Vinci sighed:
"He's really not a straightforward person."
"Who says it's not the case? That kid Fujimaru has already made it obvious. All he needs to do is declare his sovereignty. There will be no outcome if it continues like this."
Roman nodded in agreement.
"However, it's already a miracle that Mr. Director's physical condition is still functioning normally. It's hard to ask for anything more than this."
Roman recalled Animusfia's inspection report, and it was he who informed Leonardo da Vinci of Animusfia's current condition.
Therefore, after finding Genghis Khan, Roman and Leonardo da Vinci began to consult with him.
After being questioned, Animusfia did not hide anything and told everything about her situation.
"All the neurons involved in movement have been replaced by magic beams. In fact, he is equivalent to manipulating magic 24 hours a day."
"It's really not easy. Even so, he is still slowly losing control of his body. Even the prosthetic limbs can only use the original version."
Da Vinci sighed.
"In the final analysis, it is the weakening of the soul... It is even more strange that his soul has only begun to weaken now."
Roman said as he picked up the report they had left in the workshop.
In the state of Animusfia, the cells in the body will die only after the soul declines.
But Animusfia still maintained the activity of his soul even after all his motor nerve cells died.
"He has a mysterious talent. He really fell in love with a troublesome guy, Fujimaru-chan."
Even after passing a singularity, everyone in Chaldea still knew nothing about Animusfia.
Not even the name is known.
Who is he? where is he from? Is he really a member of the Animusfiya family?
The more constant contact there is, the more mysteries emerge from Animusfia.
Until now, there is only one thing that is certain——————
Animusfia is not their enemy.
"Should I tell her about the director's situation?"
"Of course not! What are you thinking about, Romani."
"She should know, after all, she is the one she likes."
Da Vinci looked at Roman like a three-year-old child.
"What about Matthew?"
"This... she will know one day."
"Then let's wait until that day comes. Did you hear what Mr. Director said?"
Even if you tell Fujimaru Ritsuka everything, what else can change besides attacking her?
There is far less evil in Chaldea than there is outside.
Even Roman couldn't understand Leif Lenore's betrayal.
Even the servant attached to Mash refused to appear in the world because of this. It was not until the moment she was about to die due to the explosion caused by Leif that she reluctantly merged with Mash and became a sub-servant.
What if Fujimaru Ritsuka refuses to continue repairing the singularity after knowing the whole story?
Roman was speechless for a moment.
He doesn't know the answer.
*********************
"well."
The girl sighed dissatisfiedly.
Mash followed her Master through the corridor with a blushing face.
Fujimaru Ritsuka was arranging the pleats of her skirt and tying up her hair again.
"It turns out I didn't do anything yesterday... I don't know if the director noticed my charm."
"Senior, I think no one will be aware of your charm with this method."
It turns out that human beings just sneak into each other's room in the middle of the night to show their kindness?
"But he didn't do anything to me!... He just stared at me lustfully."
Did you really see it? ! !
Matthew's heart was filled with turmoil and he could not calm down.
"That proves that Director Animusfia has noticed your charm, senior."
However, it still didn't show on the face.
"Yes! Now that I think about it, the goal has been achieved. That's good. Next, we just need to slowly capture the director. He can't escape."
Fujimaru Ritsuka's mood rose again.
"Speaking of which, where did the director go?"
"He told me this morning that he had to go to Miss Da Vinci first. Judging by the time, he should be summoning the Servants now, right?"
"Ah! And this!"
The girl suddenly clenched her fist and hammered it into her palm.
"What if the director summons a servant as beautiful as Saber!"
"Good morning, Master, Matthew."
Instead of wearing a long black silk dress in Chaldea as usual, Artoria put on heavy armor again and said hello to Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash.
If you really say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there.
"Good morning, Saber."
"Good morning, Miss Artoria."
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu asked questions one after another.
"Saber, what are you doing in this outfit at this time?"
"Director Animusfia's summoning ceremony is about to begin. In case uncontrollable heroic spirits are summoned, I need to be present as an important combat force."
"Oh, Saber is going too, that's great, let's go together."
Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka, who were traveling with Artoria, arrived at the summoning room smoothly. Roman and Da Vinci were already waiting on the high platform.
Under the stairs is Animusfia's standing figure and the constantly rotating summoning circle.
"It's full, it's full, it's full, it's full, it's full
The cycle begins again, followed by five
However, when it is full, it is an opportunity to waste it.
declare
You obey my orders, and my fate is with your sword.
In response to the call of the Holy Grail, if you are willing to follow this will and this principle, then respond.
I swear here
I am willing to accomplish all the good deeds in the world
I wish to put an end to all evil deeds in the world
I am the one who holds his chains
I am the person at the top
You are surrounded by three great speech spirits, from the wheel of restraint and the guardian of the scales."
The incantation chanted by Animusfia came.
"Phew, caught up, Safe Safe."
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu also walked to the high platform and stared at the magic circle below, while Artoria stood not far from Animusfia in case of emergency.
Three circles of light filled with colored light burst out from the magic circle at Animusfia's feet.
"Oh oh oh! This is it!"
The girl looked at the summoning array excitedly.
Even she could feel it, as a huge magical aura appeared in the center of the circle.
Then a strong light filled the entire summoning room, and even Artoria had to avoid the edge for a while.
.....
After a few seconds, the light disappeared.
Everyone's eyes turned to the summoning circle.
Nothing at all.
No?
Doubts filled the hearts of everyone present.
"...Where is the summoned servant...?"
Matthew asked.
"That's not the point! Where did the director go?!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka asked, pointing to the empty summoning circle.
Animusfia, who was standing in the center of the summoning circle before, was nowhere to be seen at this moment.
***********
Deep in the palace of Rome, two groups of uniformly dressed troops were fighting.
It was said to be a melee, but it almost looked like a one-sided massacre.
The huge disparity in military strength between the two sides can be described as crushing.
Even so, the disadvantaged side is still resisting tenaciously.
A bright red shadow seemed to be dancing in the palace, harvesting life everywhere.
The crimson sword made of meteorite was like a light feather in her hand, swinging it as she pleased.
No matter who comes here to watch, a bright red rose will appear in their mind.
A girl like a rose.
However, her soldiers did not move as easily as she did, and kept falling to the swords of the enemy.
Even if the enemy's equipment is the same as your own, there is no need to worry about accidentally injuring friendly forces, because there are no friendly forces at all.
The last of the Praetorian Guards fell.
Still insisting on the battlefield, only the rose-like girl was slowly surrounded.
Even though she has superb skills and abilities, she is now in a desperate situation.
Even in the battle, she still wore a long crimson dress, and the elegant blonde girl tightly held the parchment scroll in her hand.
It was given to her by her court magician before she died, the last hope to save Rome.
And she was the fifth head of state of the Roman Empire, Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus.
"Ah... Nero... Nero... my sister's daughter..."
As if he was drunk, the commander who was equally well-dressed as Nero separated from the troops surrounding her and staggered up to Nero.
After seeing Nero's delicate face, he seemed to go crazy and started roaring.
"Ahhh! Nero! Nero!!!"
Nero looked at the man in front of him with a complex expression, and said slowly:
"uncle...."
Nero was very familiar with the culprit who had captured the palace before him.
Because he was his long-dead uncle, the third head of state of the Roman Empire, Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus.
He is also better known as Caligula.
If it was just a normal siege, Nero would still have the possibility of breaking out. However, after facing her uncle, she didn't have the slightest certainty.
Nero watched as Caligu executed her court magician like a chicken.
That magician is by no means some charlatan, but a truly powerful being.
Even so, Caligula easily killed him, leaving only the last scroll in her hand.
Looking at Caligula who was approaching him step by step and finally charging towards him with a fist, Nero opened the scroll in his hand.
A burning pain appeared on the back of her hand, and a dazzling light lit up from the pulled scroll.
A figure appeared between Caligula and Nero.
The mechanical arm firmly caught Caligula's jab.
"I really didn't expect that I would become a sub-server...and be summoned directly to the singularity..."
Animusfia looked at Caligula in front of her and said.
"Are you...?"
Nero looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him and asked aloud.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Just call me Animusfiya [Zhou Gongjin]."
