Fate: I Heard After Death, You Can Ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

Chapter 296: Another Heroic Spirit

Chapter 296 - Another Heroic SpiritHearing this, Promise couldn't help but feel a bit speechless.

You all really have too much time on your hands, it's not even the Age of Gods anymore, and you still love to watch the drama.

"Don't look at me like that,"

"Unlike you, I have zero interest in this mess."

Even with Athena's silver threads shielding him from the gods' prying eyes, perhaps because of their karmic connection, Hecate could tell what Promise was thinking at a glance and couldn't help but pout.

If it weren't for Goddess Nyx dragging me along every time she appears, who would care about you!"

"I honestly don't understand it."

"What does the Goddess of the Night even see in a nuisance like you?"

Hecate was truly vexed, she just didn't understand why the Goddess of Night was so fond of this annoying guy!

"Tsk, tsk...Tsundere is really out of style, my Clotho is all about direct hits now."

Promise simply smirked in response, but he that, in fact Hecate was speaking the truth.

During the Age of Gods, he had deeply experienced how much of a homebody this goddess was.

For her, watching dramas and spectacles was a hassle, and her greatest interest in life was staying at home re

Although Promise had already heard from Romani and Da Vinci that a Servant had arrived at Chaldea of her own accord. However, seeing that it was Baobhan Sith, he still couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

But after thinking about it for a moment, it also made sense.

After all, this girl had a very outgoing personality, someone who was fiercely loyal to her own desires and someone who would take action to fulfill them.

She was the embodiment of short-lived hedonism—as long as she could enjoy herself in the moment, that was enough.

And before the collapse of Fairy Britain, Baobhan Sith had indeed mentioned that she would come looking for Promise.

She said she would, and now she had come.

"I've been waiting for you for so long! The people here kept asking me all sorts of annoying questions, but I already made a promise to Mother, even swore an oath, that I would never reveal anything about that I absolutely wouldn't reveal anything about you..."

As she spoke, Baobhan Sith's nose suddenly twitched.

Then she stood up, walked around Promise in a circle, sniffing at him with her nose. Her gray eyes looked at him with confusion as she said, "Why do you have Mother's scent on you? And not just faintly—it's fresh..."

"Wait, if that's the case, does that mean Mother has already come here?!"

With her eyes lighting up, Baobhan Sith turned around and tried to run out in search of Morgan.

But just as she was about to dash out, Promise, with his lightning quick reflexes, grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back, like holding onto a mischievous little kitten.

"Hold on. Morgan isn't here. But I did meet her not long ago—at this Singularity..."

As Promise spoke, he naturally recalled the scene from not long ago—Morgan and the corrupted Artoria bickering with each other, their argument fueled by the taint of the black mud.

The memory was so amusing that he couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing this, Baobhan Sith tilted her head in confusion.

Promise didn't bother explaining.

After all, he knew that if he said anything, Baobhan Sith would undoubtedly report it to Morgan in the future, and that he would like to avoid any possibility that would have his neck strangled.

Instead, he grabbed the girl and made her sit down onto the sofa.

In fact, with Promise's current strength—one that had never undergone Heroic Spirit possession—Baobhan Sith could have easily broken free with just a thought.

But she didn't do that.

Everything that had happened in Fairy Britain was enough to make this ill-tempered and willful fairy princess behave like a reluctantly obedient child in front of Promise.

"By the way, why did you come here?" After making sure she was seated properly, Promise turned around to pour himself a glass of water and asked casually.

"I already told you I was coming... But I thought Mother would be here too." Baobhan Sith took off her shoes, tucked her fair legs together on the sofa, hugged them, and pouted slightly.

"You must be disappointed, right? That it's me who came, not Melusine or the others."

"Hmm... I am, a little."

Well Promise had hardly ever lied, so, he nodded honestly.

And as expected, Baobhan Sith immediately glared at him with resentment, grinding her teeth like she was seriously considering sinking them into his neck!

For the record, Baobhan Sith was a blood-drinking fairy—a vampire-like creature with a demonic nature.

"But in the end, you came here mostly to find Morgan, didn't you?"

Facing her angry glare, Promise not only smiled but even sat down beside her with a glass of water, completely unfazed.

Hearing this, Baobhan Sith hesitated for a moment, but then simply turned her head away, not bothering to explain.

"By the way, why didn't Mother and the others come?"

"Chaldea still isn't capable of supporting so many Heroic Spirits at once, let alone someone of your mother's caliber. And besides... it's simply not the right time yet."

As Promise spoke, he couldn't help but reach out and ruffle Baobhan Sith's long, beautiful red hair as he smiled and said. "You're the only one who doesn't care about any of this. You just come whenever you feel like it. You have no idea how much Roman's been complaining to me, saying your arrival has thrown the entire Chaldea into chaos."

Hearing this, Baobhan Sith glared at Promise again, her expression full of dissatisfaction.

But she didn't struggle, letting Promise pat her head,

In fact, her expression even softened as a result.

If she had a single hair sticking up like an ahoge, it would probably be swaying right now.

"By the way, how did you explain your identity to Romani and Da Vinci?" Remembering this, Promise retracted his hand and asked curiously.

"Holy Grail War." Baobhan Sith answered succinctly.

Promise nodded upon hearing this.

It made sense, after all, everyone in Chaldea knew he had participated in the Holy Grail War in America, and that he had even been its final victor.

With such a background, a lot of unnecessary trouble had indeed been avoided.

Just as Promise was pondering about this, the room suddenly fell into a momentary silence.

Then—

"...Do you think I shouldn't have come?"

Baobhan Sith suddenly asked this question.

She lowered her head slightly, sitting beside Promise with her legs hugged to her chest

Hearing this, Promise was suddenly taken aback for a moment.

He naturally turned to look at her and felt that at this moment, she resembled the time when she had been when she had been captured by that shrine maiden to use her as a divine core for the revival of a god.

"What are you thinking about?"

So, Promise simply smiled.

Just as he had once slashed open that god's body with a single sword strike to pull her out—

"Of course I'm happy that you came."