The goddess pondered for a while, "Instinct, huh... All right, I understand."
The goddess Hephaestus took out a small knife, gently cut her finger, and used divine blood to help Emiya perform a status update.
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[Emiya Shirou]
[Lv.3 → Lv.4]
Strength: SS1001 → I0
Endurance: SS1002 → I0
Dexterity: SS1126 → I0
Agility: S990 → I0
Magic: SSS1318 → I0
—: Development Abilities :—
[Mystery] G→F, [Smith] G→F, [Dominion] I
—: Magic :—
[Unlimited Blade Works]
—: Skills :—
[Oath Under The Snow]
[Knight Of Goddess]
[Roadless Valhalla]
[Innocent Monster]
[Mind's Eye (True)]
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[Mind's Eye (True)]
— Insight cultivated through training and tempering, enabling calm grasp of one's own state and the enemy's abilities in unfavorable situations, and finding a path to survival, a "combat theory."
—.Based on acquired information, it can predict the opponent's actions, possessing superb evasive ability to break through predicaments.
— This ability is not innate but gained through relentless training and overwhelming combat experience. Therefore, it is a weapon that only mortals can master.
— A high-level [Mind's Eye] can even produce a temporary "foresight" effect.
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"Miss Airmid, could you take a look at these drops and see if they can be used for making medicine?", Tione came to Dian Cecht Familia's hospital, and upon seeing Airmid, spoke directly.
Airmid looked at the items handed by Tione, with a slightly confused expression, "These are...?"
As the best healer in the city, Airmid actually didn't recognize these drop items that looked like herbs.
"They are materials dropped from new types of monsters," Tione explained.
These materials were drop items obtained after they fought plant-type monsters on the 18th floor not long ago.
Tione thought these materials might be useful, so she deliberately collected them, then picked out the parts that looked like leaves or twigs, clearly not usable for making equipment, and came to ask Airmid for identification.
"Hmm... drop items from new-type monsters...", Airmid pondered for a moment, then shook her head, "Whether these materials can be used for medicine, or what kind of medicine can be made, it's hard to say just by visual inspection. At least from what I see, I can't determine their specific effects."
She paused and continued, "If possible, we can hand them over to our familia's alchemists for further analysis. But this will take some time and might require some experiments."
"I understand. Then I'll leave it to you, Miss Airmid," Tione nodded and handed over the herbs.
Airmid took the materials and placed them to the side, then looked up at Tione, "By the way, Miss Tione... are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Tione was slightly startled and showed an awkward smile, "...You can tell?"
"I'm a healer. I'm naturally sensitive to these kinds of changes," Airmid smiled gently.
After treating countless patients and the wounded, Airmid had clearly noticed the abnormal state of Tione.
Although Tione tried hard to hide it from Ais and the others, in front of a top-class healer like Airmid, such subtle changes were easily seen through.
Tione scratched her cheek awkwardly and said helplessly, "Ah—it's not a big deal... It's just that I've been dreaming a lot lately. Is there any medicine that helps with sleep?"
Her recent dreams, at first, were like before, memories of the past in the Telskyura.
Tione dreamed of that brutal, savage master, of the arena where clansmen killed each other, of her berserker-like younger sister... and that cold and ruthless goddess.
Even though she had left the Telskyura many years ago, these dreams kept replaying in her mind like endless torment.
However, recently, some changes had appeared in her dreams.
That powerful man appeared.
He made his entrance with absolute [Dominion], crushing all nightmare elements in the dream, and saved her.
The man princess-carried her, no, he grabbed her by the hair, like a primitive human, dragged her from the blood-soaked arena with savage violence, and walked toward his own kingdom.
In the dream, she felt an unprecedented sense of relief and security, and the former nightmare became a beautiful dream.
Yet in the next moment, the "nightmare" descended again.
Tione dreamed of the most vile woman in her memory, Argana Kalif. She attacked Shirou. That hateful woman, like a lunatic, clung to Shirou and tried to kill him.
And worst of all... she was stronger than herself.
"Guh...", Thinking of that nightmare, Tione couldn't help but clench her fists, her knuckles turning pale. Clearly, the dream still lingered in her mind.
"I understand. Then I will prepare some angelic herbal remedies with sleep-inducing effects for you. They might help you sleep peacefully."
"I'm really sorry. Please don't tell Ais and... that idiot," Tione leaned over the counter, lowered her voice to discuss with Airmid, with a wry smile on her face.
Airmid nodded with a smile, "Don't worry. I'll keep it secret."
Just then, a lively voice came from behind, "What's up?"
Tiona ran over curiously, seeing the two whispering and came closer to ask.
Airmid maintained a calm smile and said lightly, "Nothing much. We were just talking about selling drop items."
She quickly made up an excuse to cover the earlier conversation, then naturally shifted the topic.
Tiona didn't seem to care much, nodded and went back to her business.
Meanwhile, Ais and Lefiya, who came with Tione, took the opportunity to purchase some healing and mental recovery potions.
While Lefiya was selecting potion bottles, her gaze was suddenly caught by a familiar figure, "Miss Aura?"
She looked up slightly and saw standing beside the opposite shelf was the [Grape Chalice] of Dionysus Familia, Aura Moriel.
Hearing someone call her name, Aura turned around and showed a surprised smile, "Lefiya-chan~ What a coincidence."
"Miss Aura, are you here to buy medicine too?", Lefiya asked politely.
"Yes, that's right," Aura nodded, then looked at Ais and slightly bowed, "Ah, Miss Ais, hello. Please send my regards to Lady Riveria."
Ais was momentarily stunned, then awkwardly nodded, "Ah... okay."
However, Ais's intuition told her that something felt off about this elf.
Though Aura smiled with elegance and sweetness, the impression she gave Ais remained strangely unsettling.
At that moment, Lefiya lowered her voice and whispered, "By the way, Miss Aura, are you... on a date with Mr. Emiya?"
"What?", Though Lefiya whispered softly, Tione's sharp ears picked it up instantly, and she immediately strode over.
Aura didn't seem bothered. She chuckled softly, shook her head, and said, "No, Lord Emiya doesn't like me."
Though there was a hint of regret in her tone, her expression remained calm.
Upon hearing that, Tione's killing intent seemed to ease slightly.
But then, Aura's expression suddenly softened.
She looked up at the ceiling, as if immersed in some fantasy, a slightly obsessed smile on her face, "But even so, I remain wholeheartedly devoted to Lord Emiya."
"Lord Emiya is my everything~", Her eyes seemed to say just that.
Ais frowned and muttered to herself in a low voice, "As expected, something's really wrong..."
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[One Month Ago]
In the Battle Nation, Telskuyra, a giant sailing warship was slowly departing from port.
"The destination is the port town near Orario, Melen," On the deck, a short-statured goddess gazed into the distance.
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It was a dim underground space lit only by a few candles.
Many people in long robes gathered in a spacious stone chamber, wearing metal forehead guards over the scarves covering their mouths.
A mysterious and oppressive atmosphere filled the surroundings, this scene could undoubtedly be described as an "underground organization" or a "secret cult."
The atmosphere was solemn and dignified, and in the depths of everyone's eyes burned a "passion" that couldn't be ignored.
It was an obsession-like fervor, wrapped in silence, uneasily present there.
"Master, please bless our new comrade," A man in a robe knelt on the ground, praying loudly.
This unremarkable stone hall had been arranged like an altar, and on the central wall hung an emblem representing a god faction. An iron-and-bronze heart, and a black single-winged emblem like a death god's scythe.

Kneeling before the altar was a beautiful beastman woman wearing only a robe.
As the man's solemn voice echoed, a god walked slowly toward her.
He was a bizarre and beautiful male god with a decadent yet seductive aura.
His long hair was like silk, its deep purple hue exuding an unusual splendor.
He was tall, with slender body lines, dressed in tattered black clothes, and always had a faint smile on his lips.
His eyes, matching his hair color, squinted slightly now. As he glanced over the beastwoman kneeling before him, his gaze showed a mixture of pity and coldness.
"G-God... can you... really grant my wish?", The beastwoman looked up at the god, her voice trembling with unease and desire.
The god chuckled softly, his voice like winter wind brushing over ice, "Yes. As long as you make a pact with me. You've heard the terms of the contract, right? When you offer your life for my divine will, I'll fulfill my vow and ensure your wish is granted in the next life."
His smile was bewitching and divine, as if it carried some blessing-like power, enveloping the beastwoman.
She looked at the god with dependent eyes, slowly trembling as she slipped off her robe, revealing her back, and lowered her head devoutly, kneeling at the altar.
The god drew a silver dagger from his waist, slashed his finger, and let the red blood drip onto the beastwoman's back.
The blood seemed to possess some kind of magic, slowly seeping into her skin, bringing with it a bone-piercing pain and a strange warmth.
This was the ceremony of receiving "Falna".
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