Adam had already reached the coordinates the Spirit Origin radar had marked for Siegfried.
The area was pitch-black, though—no light source whatsoever. It was the perfect hiding spot. Even the rescue team couldn't spot him at first glance.
The radar only gave a rough location, nothing precise down to the ter. Now that they were standing right on top of it, they had no choice but to fall back on the simplest thod.
"Siegfried~"
"Sorry, sir~"
"'Sorry, sir'? What the hell is that?"
"Cough. Just another nickna."
After scanning for a few dozen seconds, Jeanne picked up a faint noise. She turned, eyes narrowing at a darker patch of shadow in the gloom, and approached with wary steps.
Up close, the silhouette took shape—vaguely human, huddled against the wall. The darkness swallowed any details of its face.
"Are you… Siegfried?"
No answer ca. Instead, a greatsword sliced through the air in a wide horizontal arc.
"Ungh—!"
Jeanne twisted aside just in ti.
She was only half-powered at the mont, but the shadow was clearly badly wounded; the swing lacked real speed.
Once clear, she looked back. The figure staggered upright, unsteady but defiant.
Adam and the rest rushed over at the clash of steel.
The shadow—now fully on its feet—eyed them warily, two-handed sword raised, voice edged with exhaustion.
"Ugh… it never ends."
The mont Adam heard that tone, he knew. This was Siegfried. Because of his Dragon-Slayer status, Black Jeanne had been terrified he'd kill her precious dragon, so she and her forces had kept him under constant assault. In the dark, he must have mistaken regular Jeanne for her.
Still, sothing about the voice felt… off. Too soft. Too feminine. Was it just the injury ssing with his throat?
Adam brushed the thought aside and spoke gently to the wary shadow.
"Easy, Siegfried. We're not here to hurt you. Our goals are the sa—we're all trying to fix this Singularity."
The shadow stayed silent. No new attack, at least, but the distrust lingered.
"Why should I believe you?"
Adam's lips curved into a mischievous grin as inspiration struck.
"If you need proof, I can give it."
He opened his system interface and scrolled through his Servant list until he found the one perfectly tied to Siegfried.
Kriemhild.
His favorite romantic cody, Miss Kriemhild Wants to Confess, was about to go live.
Bad news: summoning points were still short.
Good news: Emotion Points were plenty.
Emotion Points — 73,120
They'd crept up again without him noticing.
Adam dumped 32,000 into his summoning pool. Capacity hit 48—enough for one more five-star.
With the tap of a button, his active five-star count reached three.
Summoning Points — 44/48
He quietly stole a handful of snacks from tatron Jeanne's floating throne and settled in to watch the show.
Kriemhild materialized straight into darkness and blinked, montarily lost.
"Whoa—super dark! What's going on???"
The shadow jolted at the voice. The entire silhouette started trembling.
"That voice… Kriemhild? Is that you?!"
[Siegfried Emotion Points 10]
[Siegfried Emotion Points 10]
[Siegfried Emotion Points 10]
...
Kriemhild stared at the shadow, the voice achingly familiar yet strangely different.
"This Spirit Origin… It has to be… Siegfried!"
"Whoa, what happened? Why does your Spirit Origin feel so weak?"
She rushed forward, hands already reaching to steady the figure.
"I never thought I'd find you here… Kriemhild. Cough—cough—"
The shadow's tone was pure disbelief, broken by painful hacks.
Kriemhild's fingers traced the wounds, fury igniting in her chest.
"Who did this? I'll rip them into—"
Her words died mid-sentence. Her hands had brushed against two soft, generous mounds—definitely not small.
Kriemhild: "???"
"Sieg… Siegfried, you are Siegfried, right?"
Her voice cracked. The texture was all wrong. Way too soft.
"It's , Kriemhild. At this point… what more is there to say? Maybe… nothing at all…"
Siegfried turned her head just enough for a gentle smile, the kind that said everything without words.
Normally Kriemhild would've gone full tsundere—blushing, demanding he spell his feelings out loud.
Not today. She stared down at her own hands, still rembering the plush give under her fingers, and they began to shake.
"Wait—wait, wait, hold on, Siegfried. You… how?"
She looked at her palms as if they'd betrayed her. The sensation lingered—soft, warm, and honestly… really nice.
"Hm? Is sothing wrong with ?"
Siegfried sounded genuinely confused.
Adam felt the scene veering off-script from the romcom he'd imagined, and the voice still sounded far too feminine.
He glanced at tatron Jeanne, who had recovered enough to help. "A little light, please?"
The mont the holy radiance blood, the shadow's true form was revealed.
"Senpai~… This doesn't match the Dragon-Slaying Hero I pictured at all."
Mash scratched her head, eyes flicking to the very obvious difference in gender, then to Fujimaru Ritsuka beside her.
"You just don't get it, Mash," Ritsuka said with a shrug. "I an, even King Arthur's a girl. One gender-swapped Dragon Slayer is no big deal. Right, Adam?"
Adam—normally unflappable—had frozen mid-chip. His eyes were wide, potato crisp halfway to his mouth, as he drank in the sight.
The athletic, sun-kissed skin. The unmistakably feminine curves. The exhausted but still defiant gaze. And right at chest level, two soft swells that drew the eye whether he wanted them to or not.
Where the hell is my Sieg bro?
How did my massive Sieg bro turn into a Sieg sis?!
My beloved Miss Kriemhild Wants to Confess just beca a yuri romcom overnight?!
Kriemhild finally saw the full picture too. Her face twisted in pure shock.
"Sieg… Lord Siegfried… how did you end up like this?"
Siegfried tilted her head, puzzled. "What do you an, Kriemhild? I've always been like this."
"Ehhhhhhhhh~~~~~~"
Kriemhild had clung to one last thread of hope—maybe so villain had tricked her into a gender-bending potion. One sentence from Siegfried shattered it completely.
In this Singularity, the Counter Force had summoned a Siegfried from a parallel world… and in that world, she had always been female.
Kriemhild stared at the gorgeous, curvaceous body, eyes slowly losing their light. Her knees gave out and she sank to the floor.
"Siegfried… beca a girl… beca a girl…"
She kept repeating it under her breath, voice hollow.
"Hm? What's wrong, Kriemhild? You look devastated."
Siegfried genuinely didn't understand why her wife was suddenly rocking back and forth, muttering things like "a girl… what do I do now…"
Adam scratched his head, sighed, and decided to roll with it. Sieg sis it is, then. Not bad, actually.
He stepped forward.
"Sieg… sis. You believe we're allies now, right?"
Siegfried looked at the gentle holy glow radiating from tatron Jeanne and gave a small nod.
"Yes. Anyone who can emit that kind of sacred light can't be evil."
Adam nodded, but his eyes still kept drifting downward before he could stop them. Very… womanly, Sieg sis.
This world is way more interesting than I expected.
His gaze flicked up to the glowing halo still shining in the sky.
Wonder what other surprises are waiting.
Then he glanced back at Kriemhild. She was hugging her knees, eyes vacant, rocking gently and muttering.
"Girl… her chest feels better than mine… I lost to Siegfried in boobs… heh heh heh…"
Her ntal state looked fragile. Adam decided to let her recover first.
He cleared his throat and turned back to Siegfried.
"Ahem. Siegfried, do you know why the Counter Force summoned you?"
Siegfried looked equally confused. "I've been wondering that myself. I manifested without warning."
Adam explained calmly.
"You were called here to deal with a giant dragon in this Singularity. Her na should be very familiar to you—Fafnir."
The mont the na left his lips, Siegfried's eyes lit up with understanding.
"So that's why…"
She rembered the swarm of Servants that had attacked her. They had to be Fafnir's side. She sighed.
"And then I got jumped by all of them at once."
She tried to stand straighter but winced—her wounds made even that simple movent difficult. She looked at Adam with genuine regret.
"I'm sorry. My injuries… I won't be able to fight Fafnir again like this."
Adam smiled at the familiar "I'm sorry" line. Well, now it's "Sorry, ma'am."
He gave her an encouraging grin.
"No need to apologize. You're the invincible hero sung of in the Nibelungenlied. The Dragon Slayer who wielded the holy sword Balmung and felled the wicked dragon Fafnir. I know your unbreakable will can bring you back to finish the job."
The words hit like a spark. Siegfried's dimd chest jewel flickered back to life for a mont, and—yes—those other two assets bounced once with the motion. She straightened, eyes blazing.
"You're right! As the Dragon Slayer summoned by the Counter Force, I carry that duty! I will not fail my mission!"
Adam nodded, proud. He almost reached out to pat her shoulder out of habit but caught himself just in ti.
(He'd heal her properly soon anyway. His Servant roster had more than one Anti-Dragon specialist.)
Mash watched the whole exchange—Siegfried smiling brightly at Adam, then back at the still-catatonic Kriemhild on the floor. The purple-haired Shielder's face twisted into that familiar "this is too much" expression as her imagination ran wild.
Adam was already checking his system for the best healer when—
BOOM!
The ceiling exploded open.
The pitch-black space was suddenly flooded with daylight through a massive new skylight.
Mash instantly deployed her shield, blocking the falling debris.
"What the—?!"
Everyone looked up.
A giant turtle-like dragon crashed down, six legs slamming into the ground and cratering the stone. Thick shell, two pairs of horns—one forward, one curled outward. On its back stood a purple-haired girl holding a cross, expression solemn.
"I've finally found you."
Jeanne felt the overwhelming holy aura rolling off the newcor.
"You are…"
Adam, however, recognized her instantly and blurted the nickna with a grin.
"Big Sis~"
He closed his system interface without a second thought, already ntally sorting through his roster for the perfect follow-up Servant.
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