Because Surtr had deliberately controlled the power and direction during her attack, coupled with the magic workshop of the Matou Family itself having defensive arrays against intrusions, those texts and materials suffered virtually no damage.
“Are these materials enough?”
The materials in front of Surtr could roughly fill a small room of about four square meters.
Considering the Matou Family’s five-hundred-year heritage, this was actually a bit sparse.
They had probably all been used up by that old bug.
She thought to herself.
“Mmm… Others probably wouldn’t manage, but if it’s me, it should be enough.”
Medea nodded.
The essence of magic was actually nothing more than equivalent exchange.
The better the magician, the more they could maximize limited resources.
Coincidentally, she was one of the top magicians in this world.
Ignoring the other’s deliberate or unintentional showing off, Surtr went straight to work moving them and threw them into her inventory.
After materials came the texts.
Considering that dragging on too long might attract other Servants to snatch the spoils, the two of them didn’t have time to check them book by book; taking them all was the right choice anyway.
Surtr found a large burlap sack, threw all the books inside like trash, and then concealed her figure, quickly leaving the Matou Family estate and leaving behind a scene of utter devastation.
After another long while.
Matou Shinji, the orthodox and sole successor of the Matou Family, finally returned to his loyal Matou Residence after fooling around outside all day.
Then, patter.
His schoolbag slipped from his hands, and Matou Shinji stood blankly at the front gate, looking at the Matou Residence before him as if it had been baked by magma, a soul-deep sound escaping his bewildered face.
“Eh?”
Meanwhile, Ryuudou Temple.
“Finally home.”
Returning to her own stronghold, Surtr’s tense mood relaxed slightly.
Even if it was just a temporary residence, coming back to it brought a sense of relief.
She didn’t plan to go out looking for Servants tonight either.
Although the battle just now hadn’t consumed much of her energy, the mental pollution brought by the old bug still made her feel mentally exhausted.
“Then, Master, I’ll head to the workshop first.”
Without planning to rest even for a moment, Medea intended to check the texts collected from the Matou Family in the workshop set up during the day.
Matters like clearing contamination were best done as quickly as possible.
“Then thank you for your hard work.”
Surtr couldn’t help out in this regard; if it were a matter of burning down the Holy Grail, she could manage that.
The texts were moved into the interior of the workshop Medea had set up during the day.
Compared to the temple in the original work that enveloped the entire Ryuudou Temple, the workshop consisting of just a single room before them could be said to be quite crude. Get faster updates on NovelPing.
For one, time didn’t permit it; secondly, they didn’t plan to continue the entrenched strategy from the original work.
Their side had two Servants, holding a natural advantage in numbers.
They could entirely adopt the strategy of having Surtr stall the enemy Servants while Medea assassinated the Masters.
Unlike the Fourth Holy Grail War, the Masters of the Fifth Holy Grail War had no idea what concealment was; as long as Medea didn’t fool around recklessly, catching them was an absolute certainty.
Even the successor of Bajiquan could do nothing to her as long as he didn’t get close.
As long as she didn’t recklessly mess around.
She felt she needed to remind the other party later.
Not disturbing her further, Surtr prepared to leave, but before that, Medea suddenly spoke up.
“Master, can you give avalon to me?”
“That’s not a problem, but what use do you have for it?”
Taking out the scabbard and handing it to the other party, Surtr asked.
“If it’s not the original owner, the scabbard shouldn’t be of much use, right?”
“Normally speaking, that is indeed the case.”
Taking the scabbard, Medea smiled and explained.
“However, using certain methods can still allow part of this Mystic Code’s functions to be utilized, although it can’t reach the extent of repairing even fatal wounds.”
“Even this kind of thing can be done?”
Surtr was surprised.
She had initially just wanted to prevent Saber from getting the scabbard, not expecting an unexpected pleasant surprise.
Surtr’s current body was quite formidable, after all, she could trade blows evenly with Servants.
But compared to a true Fire Giant, she still fell far short.
To make a comparison, her current strength was roughly comparable to a full-state Arthur; strength and defense were her advantages, but speed was a fatal flaw, and Lævateinn’s output was probably inferior to the holy sword, though considering the efficiency of magical energy recovery, she was stronger in that regard.
It was considered quite formidable in this Holy Grail War, but it was still not enough.
There were quite a few freaks and monsters in this war.
With the scabbard, her endurance would undoubtedly improve significantly.
“Of course, I will try my best to hand it over to you before the next battle.”
Medea said.
“Mhm, but don’t push yourself too hard. Although Servants logically don’t need rest, their minds still won’t be able to take it.”
Surtr cared, seeing this posture, she knew the other party definitely didn’t plan to sleep tonight.
“I understand, Master.”
Although she answered this way, she felt this fellow probably hadn’t listened in at all.
However, in her past life she was also someone who didn’t sleep every other day, so she didn’t feel anything wrong with such a thing.
Anyway, leaving magical matters to the other party was always correct.
Most of the tedious work had been handed over to Medea, leaving Surtr with nothing to do for the time being.
After secretly glancing in the direction of the workshop, she quickly stripped off her clothes, entered the bathroom in her room, took a comfortable bath, and ended her activities for the night early.
Although she had acquired this body for a day, due to a series of events and Medea constantly being by her side, she had not yet carefully examined her own body up until now.
Out of a rigorous scientific attitude, Surtr inevitably spent a bit longer taking this bath, and there is no need to elaborate too much on the splashing sounds that frequently echoed in the bathroom.
When she came out, her face carried the joy of having gained new knowledge, and even the mental pollution from the old worm was completely swept away.
In short, it was a rather pleasant evening.
The next day.
Around noon.
Surtr was awakened by the sunlight shining into the room.
The bedding beside her was left untouched, suggesting that Medea had not returned last night.
How hardworking.
It made her, the Master, feel a bit embarrassed.
Of course, only a tiny bit.
After washing up, Surtr inquired about the other’s progress through the contract, learning that Medea had already run to the underground of Mount Enzou to conduct field tests.
Such high efficiency.
It seemed she had said this to Medea more than once.
For some reason, she now had the feeling of having an overly competent subordinate and an incompetent superior.
It must be an illusion.
After asking if there was anything she needed help with, she received the reply that it was unnecessary.
So capable.
She sighed once more.
Speaking of which, what should she do now?
Are there any fights to pick during the day?
Should she go back and take a nap?
No, wouldn’t that make her truly useless?
Actually, thinking carefully, she wasn’t completely free; she could take advantage of the daytime to check for any clues about a Servant.
First, she would stroll around the streets to see if she could run into another Servant.
If she could encounter Rider, that would be even better; even if it wasn’t Medusa, as long as she saw the other’s attire, she would be able to recognize most Servants.
By the way, she could also look around for any wishes she could pick up opportunistically.
If she couldn’t find any, she would go check out the church later to see what was going on with Kirei Kotomine.
Mm, let’s decide on that.