He is an incomplete Servant, a supernumerary who is summoned based on the fragments of the Holy Grail. However, it is very different from some other special jobs. He has a regular position as an intermediary, but he is not a recognized intermediary, he has not been instilled with knowledge by the Holy Grail system, and even the spiritual embodiment of the treasure and foundation cannot be realized on top of this.

Qing could clearly feel the force of the fragments in his hand suppressing his body decreasing slightly, just like a person from the equatorial region coming to the cold polar region, little by little adapting to the external environment that he did not use at all. It is the feeling of being in the flesh whole, but it is incomplete in substance. You need a huge amount of mana consumption, and you need external force to maintain the stability of your spiritual base--------

"Oh, ah, ah~~! It's over~! ~" A snow painting howl woke Qing up, originally Qing wanted to lecture this crazy woman about the rude act of suddenly yelling, and the words like 'it's over' are still very unlucky, but seeing that she was really anxious, he suppressed the words in his heart.

"What happened? Master。 Do you want any help. Qing tucked the pieces back into her clothes, stood up and looked at a snow painting that was covering her head with a painful expression. But the woman who seemed to be immersed in distress or chagrin only made a humming sound, and it didn't seem to have entered her ears at all about Qing's words.

Qing sighed helplessly, he and Master had been living for a while. Qing also understands that although her master is a rough image all the time, she invisibly proves that she is a very conceited woman all the time. Qing herself feels the same way, and she may be more serious than the woman in front of her! Although it seems to be a heart disease, it is nothing more than no good.

Bursts of water vapor poured out of the pot, and in order to prevent the soup from spilling out of the pot due to boiling, Qing reached out and lifted the lid. It was supposed to be a snow-painted job, but the woman who was in deep distress had apparently forgotten all about what was going on outside. ----- as for Qing, he felt that it was better to wake her up than to let her reflect on herself first.

The fragrance of the face is coming, the fragrance is sober, just like the aroma of people sitting in the sober mountain forest and watching the sunrise. However, it is also possible that it is because he is extremely hungry that he will have the illusion of incomparably delicious ---- Qing's face is gloomy and gloomy, fantasizing about the reason for his cravings.

But then came a very urgent feeling, and Qing also finally understood the reason why a snow painting suddenly collapsed! Qing twitched the corners of his eyes, and his empty hands could only look at a pot of food in front of him------ bringing cooking tools, but not a guy who had eaten. Not even two spoons-----

There was a feeling of depression spreading from the bottom of Qing's heart, but between the tragic appearance of the woman in front of him, Qing suppressed the deep powerlessness in his heart. Because when I borrowed the pot, Qing was next to a snow painting, and the dishes and chopsticks were also placed with the pot! This huge foolish mistake has to be thought-provoking!

However, Qing, who was summoned as a magician, and retained the ability to realize magic in front of him, couldn't be distressed by this solvable dilemma. Qing raised his hand and mobilized his magic to run the embodied technique. After a distortion of a magical light, a pair of chopsticks were projected into Qing's hand.

Earth-fired ceramic bowls, wooden chopsticks. Since Qing has no understanding of the manufacturing process of modern dishes and chopsticks, the projection project can only be run with the formula that Qing understands. After all the construction work was done, Qing carefully placed the rustic dishes and chopsticks in front of the woman in front of her.

Hearing the sound of porcelain being placed on the ground, Ichijo Yukie raised his head suddenly! Then he grabbed Qing's right hand before he had time to retract it! "You're the savior of my life! ~Caster！ Although you are not strong, you are white and tender, and you are useless except to charm sentient beings, and you are the best of the many Servants! ---”

"Who's messing with who!?" Qing black face violently withdrew his hand from a piece of snow painting's clench, obviously he didn't do anything wrong and was poked in the sore spot by his own Master, and on the other hand, the Master who wanted to talk nonsense all day long made Qing unable to speak because of her first and last words!

Seeing the dry smile on the face of the woman in front of her, Qing snorted and then stopped paying attention to the crazy woman in front of her, she has always been so crazy and has never changed. Putting the soup on the handle and then manifesting it, Qing glanced at a snow painting in front of her, and under her animal-like begging eyes, Qing filled a bowl by herself, and put the spoon back into the pot.

"Hey, hey~~ Caster, don't be angry~ I'm just a slip of the tongue! I really don't really slander you, it's too late for me to envy your beauty! I can guarantee it! For the woman who is still talking crazy, Qing doesn't want to pay attention to her funny, and eats a warm lunch quietly alone.

Ichijo Yukie saw that Qing ignored her, and her face was full of loss, and she also put soup on her face, but even with the work at hand, she still peeked at Qing from time to time. For the blow of his friend, although it is not sad, but Qing wants to be quiet for a while, that uncontrollable appearance is haunted by Qing in front of Qing, even if Qing is dead now, he has not let Qing go.

The anger accumulated in his heart, and before he knew it, Qing ate a few more bowls. The surprisingly full feeling made Qing put down the dishes and chopsticks, and calmly walked to the windowsill to look at the outside world. There is no difference between the dilapidated factory and the city center, and although the buildings in the city will be in good condition, there is basically no difference between the two when it comes to the appearance of depression.

War will destroy everything---- battle-hardened Qing understands what the next battle will look like. Even if the collision of inhuman forces is no longer at the level of a heroic spirit, the damage caused by the liberation of the Noble Phantasm will be unimaginable. This is also like a heart disease that is piled up in Qing's heart, because he has no treasures.

It's like fighting a dragon with your bare hands, even if you have a unique martial art, you only have a weak defense and a slow-growing body. Although growth is a taboo existence for the heroic spirit whose time has stood still, the green who accidentally obtained the physical body can only rely on this, always avoid desperate battles, and improve his body as much as possible.

But is it really possible to fight without life? Qing smiled self-deprecatingly, crushing the young sprout in his heart called worry.