[She paused, a flicker of amusement in her eyes, her tone playful: “You have been suppressing yourself, which is why you became like this.
If this continues, perhaps Jeanne dArc Lily might even appear?”]
At this moment, Jeanne dArc Alter Santa Lily in New Chaldea looked surprised.
Pointing at the light screen, she asked with a trace of innocent confusion: “Huh, is the Previous Santa Claus talking about me?”
[Inside the light screen, Jalter suddenly snapped back to reality.
Her face instantly regained its usual arrogance, though the deep panic in her eyes was hard to conceal.
She turned her face away, her tone stiff with impatience, maintaining her straight posture: “—I’m returning to the Inferno.
I don’t have time to play with you here.”]
[She clenched her fist, a stubborn gleam flashing in her golden eyes, her tone filled with gritty determination, as if she were pumping herself up: “I must quickly raise my spirit core and become a Servant.
This time, I absolutely must pierce that foolish woman who calls herself a saintly maiden…!”}
[Seeing Jalter turn to leave, the tormented and dying Pierres suddenly felt as if they had received a great pardon.
They slumped onto the ground, expressions of ecstasy on their faces, cheering with all their might, their voices filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster: “Oh oh oh oh oh oh!” “We’re liberated!” “We’re liberated!” “We’re saved!” “Thank you!” “Thank you!”]
[However, Jalter’s steps suddenly halted.
She slowly turned around, a cold and cunning smile curling her lips, her golden eyes full of playful malice.
Her tone was light, yet it instantly plunged the Pierres into an ice cavern: “Oh right, there’s one more thing I forgot.”]
[She raised her hand and an invisible force once again restrained the Pierres near her, her tone carrying a matter-of-fact cruelty: “Let’s go, Bishop.
I’ll need your help training in the Inferno too.
(As a Noble Phantasm target)”]
[The cheers of the Pierres came to an abrupt halt, replaced by even more desperate wails.
Tears streamed down their faces, their voices fractured: “Help me~” “Help me~” “Help me~”]
In the fifth war world, Kirei Kotomine of the Holy Church stood in the shadows, watching this scene in the light screen.
A joyful smile curved his lips, his eyes filled with satisfied pleasure.
He sighed inwardly: That Bishop who serves God has now become the plaything of a Fallen Saintly Maiden.
This is truly wonderful, the utmost pleasure~
[Inside the light screen, Jalter, accompanied by the flames around her and the restrained, wailing Pierres, slowly turned and departed, her figure gradually disappearing into the darkness, leaving behind only a messy tabletop.]
[However, the light screen suspended in the void did not dim; it remained bright, clearly indicating that the scene was not yet over.]
[Santa Alter looked in the direction Jalter had left, shaking her head helplessly.
She then turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka, a gentle smile appearing on her face, her tone expressing solemn gratitude: “…Very well.
All the gifts requested by [Please, Santa Claus] have been delivered.
Your work here is finished, and you did very well, Ritsuka.
I wouldn’t have been able to complete this job without your effort.”]
[She lowered her eyelashes, her tone softening, carrying a hint of subtle tenderness, her eyes full of sincerity: “If not for your company, perhaps I would have given up when delivering the very first gift.”]
[She slightly tilted her head, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks, her tone containing shy honesty, her voice much softer: “…To be honest, despite how I look, I am actually very impatient and irritable.
You probably haven’t noticed that, have you?”]
[Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head, a gentle smile appearing on his face, his tone accommodating: “Well, yes.”]
[Santa Alter looked at his gentle appearance, an unconscious shallow smile forming at the corner of her mouth, her eyes full of approval, her tone conveying genuine recognition: “This aspect of yours is excellent.
Being easy to get along with might just be your strength as a contractor.”]
[Santa Alter opened her mouth, then slowly closed it.
A hint of conflict and shyness flashed in her eyes.
After a moment of silence, the aura around her softened slightly.]
[Her cheeks grew redder, and her gaze was slightly evasive, yet she forced herself to speak, her tone awkwardly feigning toughness: “…Hmph, I’ve said this much, and you still don’t understand.
There’s no helping it then.
Quickly kneel and lower your head.”]
[She raised her hand and pressed the sword hilt, her tone carrying an uncomfortable solemnity, deliberately softened slightly: “It’s just the Dubbing Ceremony, I won’t chop off your head.
Bear with it for a moment.”]
[Santa Alter raised her hand and drew her sword.
With the tip pointing down, she gently lifted Fujimaru Ritsuka’s chin with the back of the blade.
After he lowered his head and knelt, she held the hilt and gently tapped both his shoulders with the back of the blade.
Her movements were solemn yet gentle, and her tone was incredibly serious and solemn, every word clear and forceful: “—I hereby formally recognize you, Fujimaru Ritsuka.
I will not forget the events of these 7 days; I will keep these memories in my heart.”]
[She sheathed her sword, her gaze fixed on Fujimaru Ritsuka, full of determination and recognition, her tone solemn: “You are my Knight, my attendant, and my guide.”]
Outside the light screen, in Einzbern Castle in the fourth war world, Artoria sat upright on a chair, watching the Dubbing Ceremony scene in the light screen.
A hint of approval flashed in her eyes, and she whispered softly with recognition: “…A fine vow indeed.”
[Santa Alter watched Fujimaru Ritsuka stand up, her eyes holding gentle anticipation, her tone soft yet full of strength: “I hope you continue to strive hard in the future, and never lose that cheerfulness.”]
[She slightly raised her hand, and faint golden light particles began to appear around her body.
Her tone carried a hint of reluctance, yet also relief: “…Alright, time is almost up.
This bustling Christmas must be coming to an end.
The light particles grew denser, gradually starting to envelop her figure.]
[“I have one last gift for you.
This is the official reward, please accept it.” As her voice fell, a dazzling golden light flashed across the light screen, and a line of text and special effects prominently appeared: Servant Artoria Santa Alter officially joins the team.]
[Her figure gradually became transparent, but she was still smiling, her tone cheerful and casual: “…In other words, new combat power.
I don’t need to explain further, right?
Chaldea’s system still has various immature aspects, and I need to train from scratch, but just bear with it for now.”]
[Her eyes were full of gratitude and relief, and her tone carried a hint of emotion: “It is thanks to loopholes and ambiguities like you that so many encounters can happen.
This is something to be happy about.”]
[She raised her hand and waved, her tone containing an exuberant invitation, her smile radiant: “My sword will be with you!
If you are interested, you can ride my sleigh again!”]
[The golden light particles almost completely enveloped her.
She looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, her eyes full of gentle smiles, her tone bright and sincere, carrying deep blessings: “Farewell then, Master!
—Merry Christmas!”]
As her voice faded, her figure completely transformed into golden light particles filling the sky, dissipating within the light screen, leaving behind only a soft glow that lingered for a long time.
It might not seem tempting right nobut who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”