The Epic Story of the Heroic Spirit of Emiya Giant Warrior

Under the roar of Miya, the owner, the previously excited women fell silent.

Haruhime's eyes lit up: "I, I understand!"

Serving Master, I'm good at that... and, if the master is Emiya, hehe, hehe...

The little fox first went to the bathroom, carefully cleaning every corner to ensure everything was spotless.

Then, she moved to the common area in the other building, gently wiping the wooden table with a cloth, sweeping away dust, tidying up the furniture, and refreshing the entire space.

Haruhime's situation wasn't suitable for her to be out in public, so Miya arranged for her to only serve Emiya, avoiding exposing her to the outside world.

Logically speaking, Haruhime didn't need to do anything, just enjoy it all, but the little fox never wanted to be idle. She took the initiative to do all kinds of housework, busying herself happily.

Haruhime has always had a clear understanding of her position. In her heart, she was the "Master's" concubine, even...

"Property."

She was once a prostitute. Although she had never received other guests, Haruhime still felt that she was no longer qualified to stand openly by Emiya's side.

On the other hand, Haruhime also faintly felt that, compared to "wife" or "madam," the special status of "concubine" or "lover" made her feel more excited.

Whenever she imagined such scenarios, the little fox Haruhime felt her heart tremble violently, her body so hot that she almost fainted.

"When meeting with the madam, Master secretly plays with my tail from an angle the madam can't see, while casually chatting with the madam, and I have to pretend that nothing is happening... Ugh..."

"Haruhime, are you here? Have you seen my clothes?"

Emiya's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Hearing his voice, Haruhime was startled and let out a cute "Eek!"-like exclamation. Her tail instantly stood up, and her whole body froze in panic.

Haruhime frantically tried to smooth out her clothes, but as soon as her hand touched the soft fabric, she couldn't help but start to imagine all sorts of things, and her tail involuntarily swayed gently. The more nervous she became, the clumsier her movements became.

Strange fantasies suddenly flooded her mind, and Haruhime's face instantly turned red.

Finally, the little fox let out a soft moan, and then, she fainted and fell to the ground due to excessive tension and shyness.

The girl knelt on the ground, her knees together, her upper body straight but slightly leaning forward. She gently lowered her head, touching the ground with her thumb, index finger, and middle finger, her posture elegant and pleasing to the eye.

Emiya looked at the girl in front of him and said helplessly, "Haruhime, you don't have to do this. I don't have anything important to do today, and the clothes don't matter. I can just change into something else."

"Now that I think about it, Haruhime, do you want to do some training?"

Emiya suddenly asked.

"Training?"

Haruhime was stunned for a moment, looking at him blankly, obviously confused by the suggestion.

Therefore, at least Haruhime needed to train some basic combat abilities for emergencies.

"I... I can try."

Haruhime said softly, also hoping that she could have enough ability to help Emiya in critical moments.

Emiya asked again.

Her understanding of magic swords was limited to rumors and descriptions in books, but she had never seen or used one herself.

Correspondingly, she had very little exposure to other areas of knowledge.

"A magic sword is a special magical item, and it should be the most suitable weapon for you."

As his words fell, a faint light flashed from his hand. Emiya gently waved his arm, instantly projecting ten magic swords in the air.

These magic swords were designed by the blacksmiths of the Hephaestus Familia when they were bored, but there were only design drawings, and they had never been actually manufactured.

Emiya successfully materialized them using projection magic.

Emiya handed the magic sword in his hand to Haruhime: "Come on, try practicing. Don't be nervous, take your time."

As a result, the sword light deviated, and the magical fireworks that should have shot straight out veered to the right, shooting directly into a corner of the courtyard, exploding into a small cloud of colorful fireworks.

Haruhime panicked immediately, so nervous that she couldn't even speak, her face flushed red, thinking that her performance just now was terrible. She timidly looked at Emiya, full of apology.

Haruhime took a deep breath and mustered her courage to try again. This time, she tried to control her nervousness, relax her body and mind as much as possible, and slowly raised the magic sword according to Emiya's instructions.

Haruhime's eyes widened instantly, and an incredible expression appeared on her nervous face. She jumped up, overjoyed, and threw herself into Emiya's arms, excitedly saying, "I did it! I did it!"

She lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Emiya, but her tail was still wagging gently with excitement.

Anya's tail wagged excitedly, and she looked at Emiya, full of anticipation, and said, "Shiro, this looks like so much fun, can the cats have some, nyaa!"

Anya happily took the magic sword from Syr's hand and patted her chest to guarantee, "Don't worry, the cats will be careful, nya!"

Seeing their excited expressions, Emiya nodded, gave a few instructions, and then turned and left to train in the dungeon.

Syr walked over with a cup of hot tea, shaking her head and saying, "When they were playing with fireworks, they accidentally shot the fireworks at Miya's head."

108

Chapter 108 Freya: Give Ryu some intensity.

"That's the way things are, Lady Freya."

"Thank you for your hard work, Allen."

Hearing the goddess's melodious and moving voice, the [Goddess's Chariot] slightly lowered his proud head.

This Lv.6 adventurer, known as the "Fastest in Orario", has always been known for his roughness and ferocity, and only in front of the Goddess Freya can he be seen restraining himself and being reserved.

This is a sketch created in a very short time, but its brushstrokes are not simple at all. Every line and stroke in it is enough to shock the most excellent painters in the world, and anyone who sees it will think it is a "masterpiece."

If there's one thing Hermes isn't good at, it's probably fighting. Both the god Hermes and his familia are more accustomed to being active in the rear.

Just like a bard, always a supporter of heroes and a singer of their stories.

This god, who is usually a bit frivolous, has long been dreaming about Orario's pleasure quarter. With a formal reason to go to the red-light district and activity funds provided by the Goddess Freya, such a good thing is simply a godsend to Hermes.

For the women of the pleasure quarter, a handsome and generous god is simply the ideal customer.

However, although Hermes was having a bit of a blast in the pleasure quarter, he still had a strong sense of professionalism. He completed the tasks Freya gave him with guaranteed quality and quantity, and he definitely lived up to the commission the goddess gave him.

Relying on the flying boots (Talaria) that allow people to stay in the air and the Hades Helmet (HadesHead) that eliminates the wearer's presence, Hermes easily completed the work of observing the battlefield, and even the keenest adventurers failed to notice his existence.

Asfi is one of the few [Mystic] owners in the city. The effect of her [Mystic] is magical item creation. It is thanks to the various magical items made by Asfi that the Hermes Familia is always able to complete various difficult requests.

Obviously, Hermes's painting is based on the battle between Emiya and the adventurers of the Ishtar Familia, but there is a lot of artistic processing in it.

For example, the weapon was changed from an axe to a sword, probably because Emiya's posture of wielding a heavy axe was too fierce and not as beautiful as a sword; also, Emiya had never fought with Haruhime in his arms. He went to the palace of the Goddess Ishtar alone after blessing himself with the [Lucky Mallet], and Haruhime was taken away by the [Black Cat] Chloe who sneaked in.

The only [Man Killer] who could stop him was attacked in an unsportsmanlike manner by the [Gale], who was "colluding" with him, and was easily knocked down by the young elf girl.

“Little fox, from now on, you don't need to show your face in public, nor do you have to do work in the tavern.”

Mia said, "From today onwards, you are Wemiya's exclusive maid, understand?"

The shy fox couldn't help but giggle foolishly.

1

Chapter 1: Chūn Jī’s Wish.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Chūn Jī quietly got up and tiptoed out of the room. After washing up, she began to busy herself with her daily chores.

Cleaning these areas was not part of her responsibilities, but Chūn Jī voluntarily took on these tasks.

In addition to cleaning, she also helped tidy up Wemiya's clothes and those of the other women in the tavern. Chūn Jī carefully folded these clothes, sorted them neatly, and if there were any dirty clothes, the girl would take them to wash.

Wemiya had previously tried to tell her that she didn't need to go out of her way to do these things. However, whenever Chūn Jī heard these words, she would always show a grievance expression, as if it made her feel like she had lost her reason for existence. Seeing this, Wemiya could only nod in agreement, letting her continue to do what she wanted to do.

She didn't dare to expect the status of a "formal wife," only hoping to enter his family in any way possible, even if it was the most humble identity.

“Because she is favored by the master, she is harassed and abused by the legal wife, and she spends her days in tears at home, but every day after the master returns home, she still shows him the brightest smile…”

“Or, ‘concubine’ is also acceptable, kept by the master in a mansion outside, secretly meeting him every day behind the wife's back…”

As these scenes unfolded in her mind, Chūn Jī's cheeks were already as red as ripe apples.

She hugged Wemiya's clothes, took a deep breath, and the beautiful tail behind her swayed.

It is hard to say whether the girl's positioning of her own identity, or rather, her wish, stems from inferiority or the desires deep in her heart.

Then, she looked down and her face flushed instantly. Because of the fantasy just now, she subconsciously hugged Wemiya's clothes too hard, and as a result, the clothes had been crumpled by her.

“What, what should I do…”

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum, anxiously looking at the clothes in her hand, fearing that Wemiya would discover her gaffe just now.

“You can't even do this little thing well, it seems that you should be punished properly.”

In the girl's fantasy, the master walked towards her step by step, and took off his clothes one by one…

“I, I'm sorry!”

After waking up, Chūn Jī apologized in a panic, and then, in front of Wemiya, she made the "three-finger salute."

The aristocratic education and etiquette courses she received in her childhood would actually come in handy today.

Chūn Jī had been asked countless times to practice various etiquettes, the posture must be perfect, otherwise she would be severely reprimanded. Now, her body has become familiar with this etiquette, and the movements are particularly standard.

He stretched out his hand and helped Chūn Jī up.

When Wemiya's fingers touched Chūn Jī's arm, the girl's whole body trembled slightly, and her tail almost subconsciously began to wag excitedly.

With Chūn Jī's talent, it would be a great waste if it was not used properly. What's more, her super-standard magic also destined her future to be not calm. Even if she yearned for an ordinary life, reality would probably not let her live a plain life forever.

“Chūn Jī, have you ever used a magic sword?”

The girl was stunned for a moment, and shook her head blankly.

Chūn Jī's knowledge system is relatively biased, mainly the sacrificial and etiquette knowledge she learned when she was a child, as well as what she learned from the courtesan sisters in the Ishtar Familia afterwards, which is the so-called "arts of the bedroom."

Wemiya said, "Chūn Jī, come with me."

He led Chūn Jī to the courtyard, and then snapped his fingers: "Projection, start (Trace, On)."

These are all [Firework Magic Swords]—a magical tool that does not have any actual lethality. Whenever they are swung, there will be no fireballs or lightning, but a beautiful firework will be released.

Such a design is suitable for people like Chūn Jī who have no combat experience to practice.

Chūn Jī held the magic sword, her heart beating faster. She saw her carefully raise the sword, followed Wemiya's instructions, took a deep breath, and mustered the courage to swing the magic sword, but out of a subconscious reaction, she closed her eyes tightly when releasing the magic sword.

However, Wemiya did not blame her at all: "Don't be nervous, everyone will be a little clumsy for the first time. Take your time, try to open your eyes, focus on the target you want to shoot, don't be afraid of making mistakes."

After several failures, Chūn Jī finally slowly found the feeling. Before she was about to exhaust all the uses of the magic sword, the magic sword finally shot out an accurate beam of light, which shot straight into the target in front of her, and a dazzling small firework bloomed.

However, a few seconds later, she realized that she had impulsively hugged Wemiya, and was immediately ashamed and at a loss, and quickly let go, her face flushed to the roots of her ears.

At this moment, the girls, such as Xī Ér, saw Chūn Jī doing something interesting from a distance, and ran over immediately.

Wemiya projected a few firework magic swords, and instead of giving them directly to Ā Nī Yǎ, he handed them to Xī Ér: "It's okay, but you have to pay attention to safety, especially fire prevention, don't break things… Xī Ér, please watch them."

Time flew by, and night quietly fell. Wemiya came back from the dungeon, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Ā Nī Yǎ and the others hanging upside down on the clothes drying pole in a pitiful state.

Hanging on the clothes drying pole, Ā Nī Yǎ couldn't help but make a pitiful cry: "Shirō, help me meow, save the cat~"

The day before Chūn Jī moved into the [The Benevolent Mistress] tavern.

In the central building [Silver Residence] of the "Battlefield Wilderness", the goddess stood in front of the crystal-clear floor-to-ceiling windows, looking with interest at a delicate sketch, behind her, a cat-human man stood like a knight.

Freyja tilted her head slightly, she carefully admired the painting in her hand, and a captivating smile appeared on the corner of her mouth unconsciously.

The fact is indeed the case, this is a literally "divine work"—its author is the Traveler God Hermes.

Hermes' divine duties are quite diverse. He is the god of commerce and travelers, and also the protector of thieves and herdsmen. He is the messenger of the gods, and also the first bard. He is good at mathematics and debate, and is also proficient in music, painting and other arts.

Freyja entrusted Hermes, who had returned to the labyrinth city after a long absence, to assist in investigating the situation of the Ishtar Familia. For such a task, Hermes naturally agreed without hesitation.

During the day, Hermes came to the pleasure district in advance. He wandered around under the guise of "reconnaissance", and by the way, he enjoyed himself in various areas. Hermes easily hooked up with many girls, and the laughter continued, having a great time.

There were even extra results that were worth more than their price, that is, the painting in the goddess's hand—this was Hermes' inspiration when watching Wemiya's battle, and he improvised it.

That's right, Hermes watched the entire battle between Wemiya and the courtesans of the Ishtar Familia, but no one noticed him, because this god has the assistance of [Magic Tool].

These tools were all made by the leader of the Hermes Familia, the [Omnipotent] Asfi Al Andromeda, who is at level "Lv.2".

This time too, the client, Goddess Freyja, was very satisfied with the results of the Hermes Familia, especially Hermes' paintings.

The protagonist in the painting is a heroic young man. He is holding a sharp long sword in one hand and hugging a fox girl in the other. In front of him, many Amazonian female warriors are attacking like a surging tide, while the young man's expression is cold and he is holding a sword and rushing forward.

The overall atmosphere of the painting is actually not right. The effect Hermes painted is like Wemiya holding the fox girl, breaking through the heavy resistance of the Amazonian female warriors. It looks like a tragic epic.

But the fact that night was clearly that the young man broke into the home of the Ishtar Familia without saying a word, and beat up many girls who had not yet figured out what was going on.