“Master is Master.
Why do you have to add the word ‘little’?” Nathan was a little dissatisfied.
Scathach chuckled softly: “I’m just referring to age.” She looked at Nathan.
From the moment he used a specially drawn picture of her as a summoning catalyst, Scathach had a pretty good idea of her Master’s nature.
But she didn’t dislike it.
People with strong desires who were brave enough to express them would earn her appreciation.
Those who were timid and hesitant would instead displease her.
“But Master, your expectations might be disappointed.” Scathach’s eyes lit up with a crimson glow… her own form of Clairvoyance.
“Although you’ve grown stronger, even enough to fight a weaker Servant, you’re still no match for me.” “Even if my class is Caster, rather than Lancer, which would better bring out my true strength, the outcome won’t change.” Scathach said, “If you want to become my man, you’ll first need to have the power to defeat me.” “In just seven short days of the Holy Grail War, I naturally can’t defeat you.
But if I can keep you here to teach me, then there’s a chance.” Nathan said, “For someone like you, who has taught countless Heroes, teaching one more disciple shouldn’t be difficult, right?” “To this day, there hasn’t been a single disciple who has surpassed me.” Scathach said, “And the only disciple who truly satisfied me was Cu Chulainn.
Your chances are very slim.” “Worth a try.” Nathan said, “After all, Scathach, you’re very much my type.” “Not a bad fighting spirit.” Scathach praised him.
“But not just anyone can become my disciple.
You must win the Holy Grail War to pass my test.” Nathan smiled: “Looks like I’ll be calling you ‘Master’ from now on.” “Good fighting spirit.” Scathach said.
“To become my disciple, you need that kind of spirit.
But it’s true that I’ve been summoned in the Caster Class, so my stats are somewhat reduced.” “And among my Noble Phantasms, I don’t have the powerful [Gae Bolg Alternative], only [Gate of Skye].
That does put me at a disadvantage against strong opponents.” “The reduction in stats can be compensated for with Primordial Runes.
That’s not a problem.” Nathan still remembered that in the Fifth Holy Grail War, the Caster Medea had applied strengthening magic to her Master, allowing him to use just human assassination techniques and a pair of fists to actually beat the Rider Medusa to death.
Keep in mind that Medusa had an A+ rank Strength, which proves that magic can make up for stat differences.
It’s just that most Casters aren’t built for close combat.
“As for the Noble Phantasm issue, don’t worry either.
The Class System of the Holy Grail War, and even the Command Spell System, were all written by the Matou Family.
You could try to analyze the entire summoning system, modify your class information, and even free yourself from class restrictions.” Nathan wasn’t lying about this either.
In other world lines, there were many subcategory Holy Grail Wars.
The most famous one featured Saint Jeanne d’Arc and a 7v7 between the Red and Black factions in Fate/Apocrypha.
That happened because, in the Third Holy Grail War, the Holy Grail was completely taken away by Darnic, turning the battle of seven Servants into a faction battles of 7v7.
Scathach tampering with the Holy Grail War’s class system shouldn’t be a big problem.
“Interesting.” Scathach smiled.
“Master, you’re quite to my liking.” “But maintaining Runes for a long time also requires a lot of magical energy…” “Magical energy is not a problem.” Nathan waved his hand grandly, having just acquired an infinite battery, he was extremely generous.
“No amount of magical energy is an issue.
You can even use your Noble Phantasm as a basic attack.” “Oh my, it seems Master, you’ve come well prepared.
What a pity I’m a Caster and not a Lancer.” Scathach licked her lips, feeling her blood beginning to burn.
She really did enjoy fighting strong opponents.
Just then, Nathan received a communication request.
It was from Tohsaka Tokiomi.
Today was the day Tohsaka Sakura was to become his disciple.
Nathan looked at Scathach, who understood: “Is it an opponent from the Holy Grail War?
Do you want me to hide?” Nathan said: “No, there’s no need to hide.
I don’t plan on hiding my identity as a participant either.
I just want you to change your clothes.” Scathach was currently wearing the purple bodysuit from her FGO illustration.
Although it looked very tempting, Nathan didn’t want others to see that beautiful sight either.
“It seems Master’s possessiveness is quite strong.
But I don’t dislike that.” Scathach’s form vanished.
She dematerialized and left to find clothes that would fit her figure.
… Tokiomi came with the whole family.
Including his wife, Tohsaka Aoi, his other daughter, Tohsaka Rin… And Nathan’s new disciple, Tohsaka Sakura.
Not having been sent to the Matou Family, Sakura’s hair was still black.
She looked at Nathan a little timidly.
Tokiomi said seriously: “Sakura, from now on, Mr.
Animusphere will be your teacher.
You must be obedient, understand?” “I understand.” Sakura glanced at Nathan, obediently walked over to him, and bowed to him in the most formal manner.
“Master.” “Good.” Nathan accepted the bow, and helped Sakura up.
But as he reached out to lift Sakura, the Command Spells on the back of his hand were revealed, greatly shocking Tokiomi.
After a moment’s hesitation, Tokiomi decided to ask directly.
After all, Nathan was so familiar with the Matou Family, so he probably already knew about the Holy Grail War and the three founding families of Fuyuki.
He said: “Mr.
Animusphere, are you also participating in the Holy Grail War?” “Yes, and I’ve already successfully summoned the Servant I desired.” Nathan stroked the Command Spells on the back of his hand.
“Lord Tohsaka, for the next seven days, we’ll be opponents.” Cold sweat seeped from Tokiomi’s back.
‘Already summoned a Servant?!’ He cautiously and covertly scanned his surroundings.
This was Nathan’s residence, and his summoned Servant was here.
If Nathan wanted to strike, he could kill him instantly, and he would have no way to resist.
And Tokiomi hadn’t brought his Servant with him.
Because the king he had summoned was far too arrogant to follow his orders.
“Don’t worry, Lord Tohsaka.” Nathan said.
“It’s just a contest.
The Animusphere Family will reach the Root in our own way.
We have no need for the Holy Grail.
I just see the Holy Grail War as an ordinary magical competition.” He took a sip of tea: “When the time comes, our Servants can fight Servants, and Masters can fight Masters.
Let’s have a good match.” If he wasn’t attacking now, it meant Nathan’s words were sincere.
He wasn’t that invested in the Holy Grail.