Hearing this, Promise couldn't help but feel a bit speechless.
You all really have too much ti on your hands, it's not even the Age of Gods anymore, and you still love to watch the drama.
"Don't look at like that,"
"Unlike you, I have zero interest in this ss."
Even with Athena's silver threads shielding him from the gods' prying eyes, perhaps because of their karmic connection, Hecate could tell what Promise was thinking at a glance and couldn't help but pout.
If it weren't for Goddess Nyx dragging along every ti she appears, who would care about you!"
"I honestly don't understand it."
"What does the Goddess of the Night even see in a nuisance like you?"
Hecate was truly vexed, she just didn't understand why the Goddess of Night was so fond of this annoying guy!
"Tsk, tsk...Tsundere is really out of style, my Clotho is all about direct hits now."
Promise simply smirked in response, but he that, in fact Hecate was speaking the truth.
During the Age of Gods, he had deeply experienced how much of a hobody this goddess was.
For her, watching dramas and spectacles was a hassle, and her greatest interest in life was staying at ho researching magic and conducting experints.
But precisely because of that, even though, in terms of raw power,
She wasn't a match for Athena.
But when it ca to crafty, unpredictable tactics, even the goddess of wisdom had to be cautious around her.
After all, among all the gods Promise had encountered,
There was only one, who could completely ignore the boundaries between the Age of Gods and the future—
Who could walk out of the past and into the present as if it were nothing.
Hearing this, Hecate, who had been holding back, finally couldn't take it anymore.
She raised her hand, clenched her fist, and with a 'thwack', slamd it down hard onto Promise's head
"Ow, ow, ow—!"
As Promise clutched his head, imdiately squatting down,
Hecate ignored him completely and turned toward Olga Marie.
"By the way, why are you even saving her?"
"You're not even that familiar with her, are you?"
Hecate asked curiously as she narrowed her crimson eyes,
She knew—
That while Promise was indeed kind,
He wasn't the type to recklessly interfere with fate.
The Goddess of Justice herself had once lifted the scales of judgnt for him, recognizing his inherent righteousness.
But not just anyone could make Promise rewrite fate for them.
After all, fate is no trivial matter; one of the prerequisites for walking this path is to bear the consequences of altering fate.
So up until now, only friends who had made it onto Promise's little notebook, or situations where many lives were at stake, would Promise, under the watchful eyes of the Goddess of Fate, strive to paint a more beautiful future.
So why her?
Promise, still rubbing his head, thought for a mont before he spoke.
Hmm... actually, it's not for any grand reason. I had thought about saving her back then, and after returning from the Age of Gods, I beca connected to her through so ans."
"Besides, if everything I did in the Age of Gods was a grand stage and a magnificent play—"
"Then in my view, right now is the sa."
"By rewriting her fate, maybe soone out there will applaud for it."
Promise smiled faintly as he spoke these words.
But at that mont, Hecate's expression shifted slightly as she frowned.
Because she noticed that as Promise spoke,
For just a mont,
His usual carefree gaze seed...
A little hollow.
A little lonely.
Hecate,
A goddess of magic,
A goddess of the underworld,
A goddess who had lived for countless eras—
Did not understand what Promise was feeling.
Although he could be considered a person of this world—since he hadn't taken over soone else's body but had simply woken up from a dream one night, rembering his past—now, apart from him, no one could understand so of the things he said or the jokes he made.
"So... that's how it is."
Although Hecate didn't understand the reason for Promise's current low spirits, when he was truly sad, her tone naturally softened.
"No wonder Athena couldn't wait to show up in front of you."
"Promise, you're not lost anymore, are you?"
Looking at the goddess who had suddenly beco so gentle before his eyes, Promise couldn't help but smile as well, saying, "Yes,
That's why I've started walking this path again.... Whether it's the from the Age of Gods or the now, it's all the sa. So let continue to paint an even more beautiful picture."
Then—
Promise's grin widened.
"Oh, by the way, Goddess Hecate—"
"Your 'tsundere' act just now completely broke character."
"You were actually being cute for once."
"BANG!"
In an instant—
Hecate's rare mont of warmth
SHATTERED into pieces with a bang.
Her fist ca CRASHING down again—
This ti with twice the force.
Even the surrounding fluttering underworld butterfly familiars couldn't help but pause for a mont.
Looking at the two of them start fooling around again, they were utterly speechless.
Later, Hecate perford a spell, storing Olga Marie's soul within a crystal ball.
"In fact, you don't need to save her at all. You just need to paint a picture of her and then carve a statue to serve as the vessel for her manifestation."
That was the first divine skill taught to Promise by his teacher, the god of craftsn, Hephaestus.
The carving of dolls.
After all, she was Hephaestus and such things were quite common for her.
Not to ntion, the most outstanding piece she had ever carved was nad—Pandora.
So, in fact, Promise already had a way to save Olga Marie on his own.
But even though she knew this and knew that Promise knew it too, Hecate still responded to his call and ca here.
Because if Promise had to do it that way, he would have to paint a picture of Olga Marie.
And on this point alone, not to ntion other gods, who would go crazy if they heard about it, even the hobody Goddess of Crossroad, Hecate, who always found ways to ss with Promise, believed that Promise's paintings should not be so cheap.
Then, everyone returned to Chaldea.
After returning to Chaldea, Ritsuka couldn't hold on any longer and fainted from exhaustion.
Mash quickly ran to take care of her, while Roman and Da Vinci had a brief conversation with Promise.
As for Director Olga Marie, no one brought her up.
After all, it was done by Hecate, and even those at Chaldea had no mory of her.
Soon, after the conversation ended, as Promise was preparing to return to his residence.
"Oh, by the way, Promise, we have a new Heroic Spirit here."
Roman looked at Promise and said, "And she... she seems to be looking for you."
.
.
.
"You're too slow!"
Inside Promise's room in Chaldea.
As Promise pushed open the door and t the gaze of the girl sitting on the sofa, her gray eyes first flashed with obvious joy before she proudly crossed her arms over her chest, lifted her chin, and spoke with a face full of displeasure.
Wearing a bright red dress, the fairy lady with the most stunning looks yet the worst personality appeared in front of Promise.
"Baobhan Sith?"
Her true na—Baobhan Sith.
The 'daughter' of Morgan, and one of the Fairy Knights of Fairy Britain—Tristan.
Although Promise had already heard from Romani and Da Vinci that a Servant had arrived at Chaldea of her own accord. However, seeing that it was Baobhan Sith, he still couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
But after thinking about it for a mont, it also made sense.
After all, this girl had a very outgoing personality, soone who was fiercely loyal to her own desires and soone who would take action to fulfill them.
She was the embodint of short-lived hedonism—as long as she could enjoy herself in the mont, that was enough.
And before the collapse of Fairy Britain, Baobhan Sith had indeed ntioned that she would co looking for Promise.
She said she would, and now she had co.
"I've been waiting for you for so long! The people here kept asking all sorts of annoying questions, but I already made a promise to Mother, even swore an oath, that I would never reveal anything about that I absolutely wouldn't reveal anything about you..."
As she spoke, Baobhan Sith's nose suddenly twitched.
Then she stood up, walked around Promise in a circle, sniffing at him with her nose. Her gray eyes looked at him with confusion as she said, "Why do you have Mother's scent on you? And not just faintly—it's fresh..."
"Wait, if that's the case, does that an Mother has already co here?!"
With her eyes lighting up, Baobhan Sith turned around and tried to run out in search of Morgan.
But just as she was about to dash out, Promise, with his lightning quick reflexes, grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back, like holding onto a mischievous little kitten.
"Hold on. Morgan isn't here. But I did et her not long ago—at this Singularity..."
As Promise spoke, he naturally recalled the scene from not long ago—Morgan and the corrupted Artoria bickering with each other, their argunt fueled by the taint of the black mud.
The mory was so amusing that he couldn't help but laugh.
Seeing this, Baobhan Sith tilted her head in confusion.
Promise didn't bother explaining.
After all, he knew that if he said anything, Baobhan Sith would undoubtedly report it to Morgan in the future, and that he would like to avoid any possibility that would have his neck strangled.
Instead, he grabbed the girl and made her sit down onto the sofa.
In fact, with Promise's current strength—one that had never undergone Heroic Spirit possession—Baobhan Sith could have easily broken free with just a thought.
But she didn't do that.
Everything that had happened in Fairy Britain was enough to make this ill-tempered and willful fairy princess behave like a reluctantly obedient child in front of Promise.
"By the way, why did you co here?" After making sure she was seated properly, Promise turned around to pour himself a glass of water and asked casually.
"I already told you I was coming... But I thought Mother would be here too." Baobhan Sith took off her shoes, tucked her fair legs together on the sofa, hugged them, and pouted slightly.
"You must be disappointed, right? That it's who ca, not lusine or the others."
"Hmm... I am, a little."
Well Promise had hardly ever lied, so, he nodded honestly.
And as expected, Baobhan Sith imdiately glared at him with resentnt, grinding her teeth like she was seriously considering sinking them into his neck!
For the record, Baobhan Sith was a blood-drinking fairy—a vampire-like creature with a demonic nature.
"But in the end, you ca here mostly to find Morgan, didn't you?"
Facing her angry glare, Promise not only smiled but even sat down beside her with a glass of water, completely unfazed.
Hearing this, Baobhan Sith hesitated for a mont, but then simply turned her head away, not bothering to explain.
"By the way, why didn't Mother and the others co?"
"Chaldea still isn't capable of supporting so many Heroic Spirits at once, let alone soone of your mother's caliber. And besides... it's simply not the right ti yet."
As Promise spoke, he couldn't help but reach out and ruffle Baobhan Sith's long, beautiful red hair as he smiled and said. "You're the only one who doesn't care about any of this. You just co whenever you feel like it. You have no idea how much Roman's been complaining to , saying your arrival has thrown the entire Chaldea into chaos."
Hearing this, Baobhan Sith glared at Promise again, her expression full of dissatisfaction.
But she didn't struggle, letting Promise pat her head,
In fact, her expression even softened as a result.
If she had a single hair sticking up like an ahoge, it would probably be swaying right now.
"By the way, how did you explain your identity to Romani and Da Vinci?" Rembering this, Promise retracted his hand and asked curiously.
"Holy Grail War." Baobhan Sith answered succinctly.
Promise nodded upon hearing this.
It made sense, after all, everyone in Chaldea knew he had participated in the Holy Grail War in Arica, and that he had even been its final victor.
With such a background, a lot of unnecessary trouble had indeed been avoided.
Just as Promise was pondering about this, the room suddenly fell into a montary silence.
Then—
"...Do you think I shouldn't have co?"
Baobhan Sith suddenly asked this question.
She lowered her head slightly, sitting beside Promise with her legs hugged to her chest
Hearing this, Promise was suddenly taken aback for a mont.
He naturally turned to look at her and felt that at this mont, she resembled the ti when she had been when she had been captured by that shrine maiden to use her as a divine core for the revival of a god.
"What are you thinking about?"
So, Promise simply smiled.
Just as he had once slashed open that god's body with a single sword strike to pull her out—
"Of course I'm happy that you ca."
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