[Lancelot][S]
[Eternal Arms Mastery: The complete integration of mind, technique, and body, peerless martial arts at the pinnacle of an era, capable of demonstrating powerful combat abilities in any state.]
[Knight of Honor: Grants Noble Phantasm attributes to anything recognized as a weapon by the user and allows its manipulation, at least equivalent to a D-rank Noble Phantasm; higher-ranked ones will maintain their original rank and fall under the holder's control.]
[Fairy's Blessing: Summons good fortune in battle.]
Lancelot's status panel, after being scanned and converted into a character card by the system, looked like this.
Unlike a Servant's status panel, it only had a few key skills, and no Class Skills.
Takatsuki had already expected the absence of Arondight, as Arondight was a weapon, not an ability. Even the talismans on Shendu could be independently separated, let alone this.
Originally, Takatsuki thought that all Noble Phantasms could not be inscribed, but he didn't expect Knight of Honor to be inscribed, perhaps because it was an ability that had sublimated.
The character card's equipment slot was disabled, but the character card itself wasn't, it just couldn't be equipped.
However, drawing character cards, or creating character cards and turning them into Stigmata, was still possible.
It took a lot of effort to scan Lancelot's data to create the character card.
Because scanning others required the consent of the scanned person, and even Kariya's command didn't succeed. In the end, it only worked after using one Command Spell.
However, Kariya didn't regret using one Command Spell; instead, he was quite excited.
Of course, don't misunderstand, it wasn't because of using the Command Spell, but because he knew that Tokiomi's Servant had withdrawn, which meant he had lost his qualification to participate in the Holy Grail War.
Kariya knew how much Tokiomi valued this Holy Grail War. After all, it happened once every sixty years, and normally, a person only had one chance to participate in their lifetime.
He probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight from happiness.
After sending Medea to accompany Sakura to sleep, Takatsuki and Durandal went to Durandal's room.
After the initial shyness, with psychological preparation, Durandal became somewhat at ease.
"Let's get this over with quickly."
Taking off her top, Durandal exposed her smooth back to Takatsuki.
"..."
That made it sound like he was some heartless scumbag who just used and discarded people.
However, Takatsuki didn't say that, as Durandal didn't seem to understand such things.
Fuyuki City was currently in winter; though it wasn't snowing, the temperature was already very low.
Even though he was impervious to heat and cold, Takatsuki's palm still felt a bit cooler due to the climate. While not icy, it was much lower than a warm human body.
"Ying!"
Durandal, who had mentally prepared herself, still flinched as if stimulated when Takatsuki's palm covered her back, letting out a somewhat cute sound.
Her calm expression turned crimson, and Takatsuki, standing behind her, could see a slight blush on her earlobes.
Although it was very tempting, Takatsuki still restrained himself. After all, he wasn't the inexperienced person he used to be.
"Alright, um… you familiarize yourself with it. I'll go out first."
Even so, some instinctive physiological reactions were irresistible.
Durandal didn't turn around, only exhaling in relief after Takatsuki left.
But the redness on her face hadn't faded.
With only her left in the room, Durandal didn't bother putting her clothes back on. Instead, she walked to the full-length mirror, turned her back to it, and looked at the Stigmata on her back.
A red mark, resembling a sword, was imprinted on her back—this was Lancelot's symbol.
It also symbolized that she hadn't fully mastered this power.
Once she completely converted the power within this Stigmata into her own, the Stigmata would disappear.
After acquiring this Stigmata, Durandal also felt a new understanding emerge in her mind, gaining some knowledge of its power.
The other two passive abilities were difficult to test, so Durandal picked up a hairpin from the table.
The hairpin, less than a finger's length, was instantly covered in golden light and ice-blue patterns, just like her hair color and eye color.
"The color of magic, huh."
Although the blush on her face hadn't faded, Durandal still calmed herself down and began familiarizing herself with her newly acquired abilities.
Outside, after leaving Durandal's room, Takatsuki stood in the corridor, arms crossed, deep in thought.
This… was this considered an affair?
It shouldn't be, right…
After all, nothing had happened…
"Takatsuki?"
A sudden voice from behind Takatsuki startled him, almost making him jump.
He turned around to find it was Medea…
"Takatsuki, what's wrong?"
Medea, wearing cute bear pajamas, looked at Takatsuki with some curiosity.
"Medea!? I'm fine." Takatsuki sighed in relief, not knowing why he was nervous: "What's wrong? Weren't you resting with Sakura?"
"Um… I felt Sister Durandal's magic suddenly become much stronger, so I was worried something might have happened and came to check."
Medea's words made Takatsuki realize that Stigmata could also increase magic power.
But thinking about it, it was normal; the artificial Stigmata of Destiny also increased control over Honkai Energy.
"It's nothing, that was Durandal's wish from before. Didn't she want to improve her strength? It's just been completed."
To prevent Medea from worrying, Takatsuki explained. However, while Medea was no longer worried, her curiosity was piqued: "How was it improved? Takatsuki, you and Sister Durandal were being so secretive earlier."
"Cough, cough, children shouldn't ask so many questions. It's getting late, go rest quickly."
Takatsuki pressed Medea's little head and rubbed it vigorously, then quickly slipped away.
"He's treating me like a child again."
Medea tidied her hair, her cheeks puffed out in a slight pout, though she wasn't truly angry. She knew this was a sign of closeness, not just a simple Master-Servant relationship.
After tidying her hair, Medea looked at Durandal's door.
Her excellent magical aptitude allowed her to sense slight magical fluctuations coming from inside the room; it seemed Durandal was doing something.
Medea knew very well that her Master couldn't use any magic, and even manipulating magic was difficult for him; he couldn't even perform basic Magic Power Emission.
But now he could even emit such magical fluctuations. What exactly had Takatsuki done?
Her curiosity led her to Durandal's door, where she knocked.