I became a "Master."
Upon hearing this term, many might associate it with the profession of a maid or a little girl named Silvia. While I had similar thoughts, that wasn't the case.
I became the Master of a female Servant in the form of a sexy, mature woman.
Just an hour ago, this mature Servant was summoned into this world. However, when she asked Matou Sakura, "Are you my Master?" with such strange words, my dear sister didn't respond. Instead, she raised her left hand high—
In an instant, starting from the back of Sakura's left hand, a crimson ripple spread out, drawing an arc-like pattern in the dimly lit basement. With the aid of some peculiar incantations, it transformed into a book in Sakura's hand, titled "False Command Seal," which served as the bond to control this female Servant. Sakura then handed this hardcover book with a red cover to me.
Seeing Sakura, drenched in sweat, pale, and seemingly drained of all energy, I didn't know how to refuse. Urged by the perverted old man, I took the book.
I didn't understand what control meant, but when that strange, magical hardcover book was placed in my hands, I felt a peculiar mental connection with the woman before me. I believed she felt it too, as she "looked" at me with her still-closed eyes.
At the same time, I learned that I had been dragged into a battle game called the "Holy Grail War."
It sounded quite interesting.
However, it was 2 a.m., and being alone in a room with a tall, voluptuous woman who followed me like a shadow (or perhaps she was one?) made me feel somewhat awkward.
Not that I disliked it, though.
The perverted old man and Matou Sakura had explicitly entrusted the female Servant to me...
Seeing her curvaceous figure in a tight-fitting outfit, it was hard to believe she was an ancient soul.
As if sensing my gaze, the female Servant in the room turned to me. At some point, she had put on a purple eyepatch that covered half her face, revealing only her sharp nose and thin crimson lips. Yet, it was still clear she was a beauty, exuding a cold, mature charm.
This made me inexplicably curious about what her eyes looked like beneath the eyepatch, though my intuition warned me that such youthful thoughts were dangerous.
"Um... how should I address you?" She seemed to have the ability to perceive her surroundings without using her eyes. Caught in the act of secretly observing her, I quickly tried to start a conversation.
"Call me Medusa, Master."
The self-proclaimed Medusa's voice was cool and carried a hint of laziness, but the way she said "Master" had an indescribable allure that stirred my heart. Could this Servant have been from an evil faction in history?
As I was maliciously speculating, Medusa continued, "Master, since I have been summoned here, it means the war has begun. Please provide me with sufficient magical energy to sustain my existence in this world for battle."
Huh? Medusa's words caught me off guard. It was then that I noticed her figure seemed somewhat ethereal and illusory, as if she might disappear at any moment.
"Provide magical energy?"
"Yes," Medusa nodded seriously. "I don't know what agreement you have with that little girl earlier, but it seems she has cut off the supply of magical energy. Since you are now my Master, and my duty is to assist you in the battle for the Holy Grail, the necessary magical energy is, of course, indispensable."
Medusa's words reminded me of Sakura's pale face earlier. According to the perverted old man, magical energy, in extreme terms, is an extension of one's life force. Sakura was so weak that she naturally couldn't provide any more magical energy.
So, what should I do? Although the perverted old man said I had multiple Magic Circuits and would become a talented magician, in terms of magecraft, I was still a complete novice.
Sensing my hesitation, Medusa suddenly approached me in silence. Being in a sensitive phase of my life, her sudden closeness startled me. Moreover, Medusa's outrageous bust was even more striking up close, with that terrifying cleavage—it had to be at least an E-cup...
I was so frightened by Medusa's foul move that I retreated a few steps and sat on the bed. Medusa, however, seemed completely unaware that her actions were inappropriate. After standing still for a moment, she spoke, "I see... I can sense that Master possesses magical energy, but it seems the magical energy link between us cannot be established."
Don't you know that being so close to a man in the middle of the night could easily lead to trouble?
Unexpectedly, I found this mature Servant to be somewhat clueless, which was quite a contrast to her appearance. Could this be the so-called "gap moe"?
At this point, I also clearly heard Medusa's words and suddenly felt that the term "magical energy link" sounded familiar. After recalling for a moment, I realized—didn't the perverted old man mention it just yesterday afternoon?
I began to try to recall the perverted old man's beginner's tutorial. I remembered him saying that there was more than one way to replenish a Servant's magical energy. My gaze suddenly shifted to my left shoulder, which was still throbbing with pain.
Is this going to drain me dry?
Wait, no, I remember he mentioned another method. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in my head, and all the knowledge the perverted old man had imparted came flooding back.