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*all the pitying glances and headpats for his master, the poor thing*

“Thank you... Sigurd.”

“Oh... oh no... the day has finally come... huh?”

As if right on queue, a bloody cry pierced the air and flooded the halls of Chaldea.

SIGURD......!

It was from none other than the shield maiden herself, Brynhildr. That obsessive love and blood lust for Sigurd was something they were unable to get rid of. It was part of her very being. In fact, he had tried to properly befriend Brynhildr. And it worked. But only a little too well. Long story short, he too, was seen by her as Sigurd from time to time. Those days were always the longest. Turning back to the newly summoned servant, an awkward smile formed on his face.

“Uhhh... Hi! Name’s Gudao, I’m your master. And that’s your ex-wife about to murder the both of us if we don’t hide you! So I hope your stay with us will be accommodating and comfortable. Well, after this little dilemma at least.”

Things seriously could not get more awkward.

Gudao starts to whisper something to the staff behind him.

“Execute plan ‘Fat Lady’...”

“You’re...”

There was no mistaking the man before her to be anything but a Heroic Spirit of some worth. Gareth felt almost like she had as a child first seeing the King of Knights as she laid eyes on this mysterious Servant. He looked almost like a prince some some fanciful story, if Saber was honest with herself. She could practically feel the power radiating off of him.

It was both impressive...and intimidating. 

Night time meant going outside the house for a stroll under the stars. Armed with only her intelligence and charm (and a few spells up her sleeve) Wendy had figured it would be yet another night of wandering about, singing the usual song. It did not last long, normally. Just the full length of her song before she rounded back to the safety of home.

But then she just had to get into trouble, hadn’t she? It was like Wendy was a magnet for it wherever she went. However, she met it head-on, like always. Like always. And perhaps that was why she got a little too complacent and while she managed to make a getaway, it was hardly clean.

Thank god she managed to stop the blood flow of her injury before she made an easy-to-follow trail into the woods beyond her house. One of her assailants had got her in the leg. It had been pretty deep, made by a blade that made it harder to heal quickly. And the pain did not go away. Hopefully no one would find her.

A crack of a twig and Wendy softly cursed under her breath and searched for the source of her noise.

“Now Sigurd, repeat after me.

this is how fafnir squad ends. are you happy bryn? are you?

✕   “I am happy when you are happy. I only want to ensure that you are the greatest hero, my love... ... ... A rival should not exist, for you are without rival,” she answered... before continuing, frowning and worried and nuzzling into him for reassurance, “Are you... unhappy with me...?”

If her beloved husband did not wish to kill Siegfried, he need only refuse her request.