The High Priest, Nim, smiled and stepped aside politely.
"Then please, this way, General."
He hesitated for a moment, glancing at Red Hare.
"And this one is…?"
He honestly couldn't tell whether this was a mutated horse—or a mutated human.
"I am the Flying General, Lü Bu," Red Hare declared without a shred of hesitation or guilt.
"Mhm, mhm." Gudako nodded vigorously, confirming Red Hare's claim with total seriousness.
Days passed quickly. Fujimaru Ritsuka soon blended completely into life in Moon City. To the townspeople, she seemed practically omnipotent.
Her so-called "Magecraft," as well as the bizarre assortment of mystical tools she carried, could easily solve all sorts of impossible problems the Moon City inhabitants had struggled with for generations.
The city's scholars speculated that she must be some kind of Mysticism Magister of the Reader Pathway.
For this lively girl, most of Moon City's people had nothing but fondness. Though she sometimes said incomprehensible things, she was usually perfectly pleasant and cheerful.
In just a few days, almost everyone in the city had benefited from her kindness. She often went out hunting monsters, and she had brought with her the golden apples that could purify pollution. Many of the residents even came to regard her as a heavenly messenger sent by the Divine to save them.
Since she had first introduced herself as "Her Exalted Eminence, the Supreme Savior, the Great General," the people of Moon City respectfully called her simply—"General."
"Well, considering FGO's male protagonist got called a Grand Beauty and Grand Succubus, even as the female lead I should at least have Charm at A++, right? I mean, I definitely have [Charisma (A++)] no matter what!"
Her speech had grown increasingly abstract lately. It all seemed to have started after she drew a strange mask from her gacha. Since then, her mouth had occasionally spat out words like: FGO, Type-Moon, Nasu Kinoko, Mihoyo… and other incomprehensible things.
"Eh? Don't all comedy characters get to break the fourth wall? Enough talk—Ten-roll summon!"
She was fiddling with the summoning device—the one she used to communicate with Chaldea. She had officially named it the Summon Gacha Pool.
"But aren't you supposed to be a Savior?" asked a blue-haired man nearby—Cú Chulainn, whom she'd just summoned a few days earlier.
"Of course not! I'm the Human Order's designated foreign object!" Fujimaru said proudly, slapping the gacha machine. "Also, no friend point pool? No daily ten-rolls? What a stingy system! Did they learn from Mihoyo? Such a bad civilization! I'm totally telling Attila about this!"
As the device glowed, a rain of random trinkets and low-star items spilled out. Finally, on the last roll, a card floated up from the pool.
"Why does even a three-star need a pity roll to appear?! Definitely Mihoyo's influence. I bet Tokiomi Tohsaka and Mihoyo are in cahoots—yeah, everything's their fault."
"Good morning, Master. You summoned me—Cú Chulainn is here to serve," said the newly summoned Servant, greeting her politely.
Gudako turned to glance at him, then looked back at the previous Cú Chulainn standing nearby.
"Wait—you can summon the same guy again?"
"Well, since this is only a projection and not my true self, summoning another aspect of me isn't impossible," explained the new Cu.
"So can two of the same cards combine to upgrade your Noble Phantasm? Or like, fuse into a Second Ascension Cu Chulainn?"
"Uh… I don't think it works like that," said the old Cu, and the new one nodded in agreement.
"So basically, you're useless now?" Gudako asked bluntly.
"That's not exactly—"
"Ah! I know!" Gudako clapped her hands. "You can carry a message for me! When you get back, tell Mash and everyone that I'm doing great here! The people are amazing, they talk so nicely, and I really love it here!"
"A… message? Wait, what? I just got here!" said the new Cu, his eyes going dead as realization dawned.
Gudako raised her hand.
"Then, by the power of Command Spell—Lancer, Kill Yourself."
Because of course, Lancer self-deletion is a sacred and unskippable tradition in the Type-Moon universe.
The new Cu Chulainn, expression blank, as if saying "I'm used to this… whatever", obediently vanished—banished back to Chaldea.
Gudako crouched to pick up the pile of 1★ and 2★ junk items littering the ground.
"Alright, let's go home."
Meanwhile, in Backlund—inside the luxurious villa of Viscount Glaint.
A salon was being held that evening. The guests were not only noble heirs but also rising stars from the worlds of music, literature, and art.
Arriving with her maid, Audrey followed proper etiquette, placing her hand in the viscount's as he performed a refined kiss-hand greeting.
Contrary to popular belief, a true kiss-hand greeting doesn't involve actual contact. In fact, most gentlemen even hold their breath to avoid making ladies uncomfortable.
"Your beauty brings light to my humble salon," said Viscount Glaint politely, before lowering his voice. "That lady has already arrived—the one who's both an Extraordinary and a writer."
And thus began Miss Justice's first real-world meeting with the future Salted Fish Angel.
(End of Chapter)