Chapter 24: The Archer Onee-san Wants Me to Bow My Head — A Battle of Wits for the Holy Grail Among Geniuses!

Chapter 24: The Archer Onee-san Wants Me to Bow My Head — A Battle of Wits for the Holy Grail Among Geniuses!

["No… no…"]

["The clock it's always one hour fast today!?"]

["So it's actually one in the morning?!"]

["Damn it, not again…"]

["It's not my fault, has nothing to do with me, it's all because of this damn genetic inheritance…"]

[In the grand hall, all sorts of complaints echoed in the head of the young man in a cloak, yet his body appeared completely relaxed. With a calm face, he looked at the uninvited guest in the mansion and casually said: "Onee-san, I saw your panties."]

[The female Servant, with a smug smile, paused slightly, then pretended not to care and waved her hand:]

["Ara ma~, you're my Master anyway."]

[Heh~~]

[If you've got the guts, then don't pull your legs back.]

["Oh, so you really are my Servant? I knew it — the magic formation in the mansion wasn't triggered at all, but still..."]

[Raku Sou looked the white-haired, easygoing onee-san up and down.]

[In his sight, first were the long, firm legs — taut, exuding smoothness and sheen.]

[Next was the slim waist wrapped in tight leather, and the lower body with an astonishing curve.]

[Can't describe too much — let's just say, the kind that keeps you up all night.]

[Looking higher up…]

[...completely flat.]

[Raku Sou pouted.]

...

Outside the scene, viewers from all over the world pouted as well.

"Really flat."

"Shocking — is that really the chest of a mature onee-san?"

"Haiyaa, what a pity..."

"So what if she's flat?! Did it eat your rice or something??"

"Flat chests are truth!!! You uncultured swine."

"Shaking in rage, this world only knows how to oppress the flat-chested — what do we have to do to be left alone?!"

"Agreed. What's so great about big boobs anyway, they sag eventually. Flat chests are forever!!"

"At least our big boobs can sag, unlike you guys — nya nya~."

"..."

...

Yukino was so furious her whole body trembled.

So what if it's flat, is it eating your rice?

I'll grow up for sure in the future!

...

[The young man's gaze was far too obvious, causing the white-haired female Servant to smile dangerously and ask: "What? Not satisfied with something?"]

[Raku Sou acted casual, shifting his eyes and tossing out a bluff: "Just examining the palm lines on your hand — aren't you supposed to be Saber… I thought with my level, it'd definitely be Saber."]

[He made the first move, proactively probing the opponent's personality.]

[The relationship between Master and Servant didn't necessarily mean the Master had to lead.]

[Signing a contract was also a declaration of war — whoever held the upper hand was the true victor.]

["Oh?"]

[The white-haired onee-san curled her lips into a smile, eyes meaningful: "You're talking about the guy who even messed up the summoning time?"]

[The mysterious Servant seemed to share the same view, responding with teasing sarcasm.]

[The two were sharply at odds, both testing each other.]

["Let's talk about that later."]

[Raku Sou waved it off like nothing happened and changed the subject: "Even if I summoned an Assassin, with my talent I could still take the Holy Grail easily."]

["Oh? Looks like I got myself quite the exceptional Master."]

[The white-haired onee-san clapped in admiration, her attitude fully approving.]

[To compete for the almighty Holy Grail — if you didn't have confidence, how could you even play the game?]

[However, her goal… wasn't exactly that.]

["Of course."]

[Raku Sou nodded matter-of-factly, then turned his gaze toward the white-haired onee-san.]

["So which class are you in among the Three Knights Classes?"]

["Oh? What makes you so sure?" The white-haired onee-san raised an eyebrow.]

["With my level of talent, obviously I'd only be matched with one of the Three-Knights."]

[Raku Sou answered as if it were common sense: "It's already surprising that she's not Saber, now I'm curious who the lucky Master ended up being..."]

["Well, doesn't matter."]

[He quickly shook his head, raising his wrist to reveal the vividly red Command Spell marked beautifully on the back of his hand.]

["The strongest Master paired with any of the Three-Knight classes is enough to take the championship. So, you are….."]

The audience flooded the chat with comments:

"This guy is seriously narcissistic."

"I've never seen anyone this thick-skinned."

"Wake up, buddy. You're the first Master to show up, and you're out here setting up flags. In multi-character stories like this, guys like you usually die first."

"Isn't it because an insider tipped him off that summoning a Three-Knights class was the safest bet, so he dared to go ahead with it?"

"If Raku-san's that confident, there's definitely a reason."

Though the comments couldn't be heard, Higurashi Kagome still loudly rebutted them all.

...

[The white-haired female Servant clapped her hands in praise, looked at Raku Sou with satisfaction, and said: "Archer, the Bowman."]

["Anything else?"]

[Raku Sou slightly raised an eyebrow.]

[Servants are those who left their mark on the history of humanity. After death, their souls are exalted, and their current abilities are defined by the feats of their former life.]

[What he wanted to ask was obviously this.]

["Sorry, I've lost my memory."]

[The white-haired woman raised both hands in a mock surrender, flashing a radiant smile: "Because someone's summoning was incomplete, my thoughts and memories are all jumbled now. I don't even know my own name or origin."]

[Though not stated outright, Raku Sou clearly understood what she meant.]

[Her words left no loopholes, no traceable clues… truly an interesting woman.]

[Raku Sou chuckled meaningfully: "Fine, we'll go with that."]

["Summoning you already drained a good chunk of my mana. I'm even a bit hungry now… Archer, small things like cooking shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"]

["Of course not, Master. Just hope your stomach can handle it~."]

[The white-haired woman smiled slyly, her tone slightly threatening, then headed straight to the kitchen with practiced ease.]

[She seemed to know every corner of this house like the back of her hand.]

[Seeing this, Raku Sou rested his thumb against his chin, seemingly deep in thought.]

[Soon after, the sounds of cooking echoed from the kitchen, and a delicious aroma began to waft out.]

[Before long, a steaming bowl of tonkotsu ramen was placed on the table, fragrance rich and inviting.]

["Not bad at all."]

[Raku Sou raised an eyebrow, smiling like a bright young man, his gaze full of approval.]

[After tasting a bite, as the flavor spread across his tongue, the smile on his face grew even more content.]

[A dish personally cooked by his own Servant, perfectly tailored to his tastes — like a wife who'd lived with him for years, knowing his preferences down to the tiniest detail.]

[A bit unfair, honestly…]

["As long as Master enjoys it."]

[The white-haired woman gave a soft smile, laying down lazily on the sofa like some big boss.]

["Archer."]

["Hmm?"]

["Help me clean the house later, okay?"]

["…Alright."]

[She replied with a gentle chuckle, gazing up at the ceiling — and in the depths of her eyes, a flicker of nostalgia surfaced.]

Immediately after, the image gradually darkened until it disappeared completely.

The scene transitioned to the next group of Servants.

...

"That really was a heartwarming scene…"

Celestial Curtain's Satou Kazuma scratched his head.

Weren't they saying that if there's no Holy Relic, the Servant summoned would be the one with the best compatibility?

But this situation clearly looks like the two are evenly matched, neither willing to yield — yeah, sure feels like great compatibility.

"I feel it coming…!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes sparkled, unable to hide her excitement.

Ideas for a new novel came pouring in non-stop — she even thought of the title already.

Maybe call it…

"The Lady Archer Wants Me to Kneel – The Holy Grail Mind Game of Magi"!

"Raku-kun's still the same — that kind of untrustworthy handsomeness."

Hoshino Ai happily watched the screen, her eyes full of admiration.

Since parting at the Makuhari seaside park a few days ago, she had never forgotten the mysterious aura of Raku Sou. What a pity there was no way to contact him.

Now, being able to see him again in this parallel world — it made her feel truly happy.

Amidst laughter and chatter from every direction, a new scene began to appear.