"Mash. Mash. Wake up."
…
"Kyrielight, wake up. There's important news."
Huh? The drowsy Demi-Servant wondered, twisting away from the hand on her shoulder that was shaking her body repeatedly. At first, some part of her protested, until remembrance for the purpose of her continued existence — remembrance of her resolve — jolted her into battle-ready mode in but an instant.
"Is it time for another Lostbelt ? !"
Sleepiness had long claimed the girl, but she rubbed its lingering traces from her eyes with fierce movements of her hand. The obscurance of her vision owing to such, however, would have resulted in her not having seen just who had spoken to her — and tiredness as well as general denial would not allow her to believe it from sound either.
However, when their features showed themselves before her, Mash Kyrielight could not say otherwise — she did not say anything, as a matter of fact, owing to the surprise having robbed her of her words.
"…Doctor ?! Director ?!"
—
"Finally, the omnipotent genius, Da Vinci-chan herself, is back ~ though, just what has that halfwit Holmes done to my Shadow Border ?!"
There was an incredibly distinct stink of…illegal substances to put it lightly. Now, the Caster could really care less about people who abused such things, but for him to use them so wantonly in her Shadow Border and potentially contaminate the delicate tools — such was something that deserved nothing less than punishment.
"Contemptible…"
Seething with anger and disgust, Da Vinci rushed to a portion of the Border, clicking dials and configuring substances, wincing whenever she'd be forced to clean a piece of weed or particle of cocaine off the delicate materials.
"Honestly, for a detective, he really should realise such things are bad…and it's never even been proven they improve mental faculties ! Huh, what's that—?"
Red text upon a screen, accompanied by a symphony of incessant bleeping, labelled with three words.
Sɪɴɢᴜʟᴀʀɪᴛʏ Cᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
Her actions caused by curiosity, the intellectual edged her way across, moving to the light. The screen showed coordinates, numbers, letters…all of them nonsensical to someone who was unaware of their great mission.
However, Da Vinci's genius was second to none. She understood each and every thing perfectly, but at that moment, the woman wished she hadn't. What lay upon the screen spoke tragedy — not just for her, but for the Master who'd brought her back.
"Hello ? Shadow Border ? I knew I installed an AI here…call Fujimaru and co. down to this lab, okay ?"
—
It had worked.
Really, Ritsuka shouldn't have been so skeptic — the Holy Grails were after all revered as omnipotent wish-granters.
But still, to have actually done this — !
She paced around her room, ecstatic with joy. After the miracle that had transpired, the girl had retreated within to bask in the sheer elation that consumed her every fibre — and the three whom she'd brought back had dispersed to reveal to the others of the circumstances behind their recreation.
Why hadn't she thought to do it before ?
A twinge of guilt — she'd only focused on powering her Servants up through expending these priceless resources. How foolish of her.
"Attention, Fujimaru Ritsuka and company. Report to the monitoring room at level 1 immediately. Report to the monitoring room at level 1 immediately. Code Red."
The orange-haired magus blinked at the sudden snap from her joy, eyes showing the slightest hint of confusion.
"…What's happened now ?"
