Fate: I Heard After Death, You Can Ascend to the Throne of Heroes?-Chapter 296: Another Heroic Spirit

Hearing 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 researching magic and conducting experiments.

But precisely because of that, even though, in terms of raw power,

She wasn't a match for Athena.

But when it came to crafty, unpredictable tactics, even the goddess of wisdom had to be cautious around her.

After all, among all the gods Promise had encountered,

There was only one, who could completely ignore the boundaries between the Age of Gods and the future—

Who could walk out of the past and into the present as if it were nothing.

Hearing this, Hecate, who had been holding back, finally couldn't take it anymore.

She raised her hand, clenched her fist, and with a 'thwack', slammed it down hard onto Promise's head

"Ow, ow, ow—!"

As Promise clutched his head, immediately squatting down,

Hecate ignored him completely and turned toward Olga Marie.

"By the way, why are you even saving her?"

"You're not even that familiar with her, are you?"

Hecate asked curiously as she narrowed her crimson eyes,

She knew—

That while Promise was indeed kind,

He wasn't the type to recklessly interfere with fate.

The Goddess of Justice herself had once lifted the scales of judgment for him, recognizing his inherent righteousness.

But not just anyone could make Promise rewrite fate for them.

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After all, fate is no trivial matter; one of the prerequisites for walking this path is to bear the consequences of altering fate.

So up until now, only friends who had made it onto Promise's little notebook, or situations where many lives were at stake, would Promise, under the watchful eyes of the Goddess of Fate, strive to paint a more beautiful future.

So why her?

Promise, still rubbing his head, thought for a moment before he spoke.

Hmm... actually, it's not for any grand reason. I had thought about saving her back then, and after returning from the Age of Gods, I became connected to her through some means."

"Besides, if everything I did in the Age of Gods was a grand stage and a magnificent play—"

"Then in my view, right now is the same."

"By rewriting her fate, maybe someone out there will applaud me for it."

Promise smiled faintly as he spoke these words.

But at that moment, Hecate's expression shifted slightly as she frowned.

Because she noticed that as Promise spoke,

For just a moment,

His usual carefree gaze seemed...

A little hollow.

A little lonely.

Hecate,

A goddess of magic,

A goddess of the underworld,

A goddess who had lived for countless eras—

Did not understand what Promise was feeling.

Although he could be considered a person of this world—since he hadn't taken over someone else's body but had simply woken up from a dream one night, remembering his past—now, apart from him, no one could understand some of the things he said or the jokes he made.

"So... that's how it is."

Although Hecate didn't understand the reason for Promise's current low spirits, when he was truly sad, her tone naturally softened.

"No wonder Athena couldn't wait to show up in front of you."

"Promise, you're not lost anymore, are you?"

Looking at the goddess who had suddenly become so gentle before his eyes, Promise couldn't help but smile as well, saying, "Yes,

That's why I've started walking this path again.... Whether it's the me from the Age of Gods or the me now, it's all the same. So let me continue to paint an even more beautiful picture."

Then—

Promise's grin widened.

"Oh, by the way, Goddess Hecate—"

"Your 'tsundere' act just now completely broke character."

"You were actually being cute for once."

"BANG!"

In an instant—

Hecate's rare moment of warmth

SHATTERED into pieces with a bang.

Her fist came CRASHING down again—

This time with twice the force.

Even the surrounding fluttering underworld butterfly familiars couldn't help but pause for a moment.

Looking at the two of them start fooling around again, they were utterly speechless.

Later, Hecate performed a spell, storing Olga Marie's soul within a crystal ball.

"In fact, you don't need me to save her at all. You just need to paint a picture of her and then carve a statue to serve as the vessel for her manifestation."

That was the first divine skill taught to Promise by his teacher, the god of craftsmen, Hephaestus.

The carving of dolls.

After all, she was Hephaestus and such things were quite common for her.

Not to mention, the most outstanding piece she had ever carved was named—Pandora.

So, in fact, Promise already had a way to save Olga Marie on his own.

But even though she knew this and knew that Promise knew it too, Hecate still responded to his call and came here.

Because if Promise had to do it that way, he would have to paint a picture of Olga Marie.

And on this point alone, not to mention other gods, who would go crazy if they heard about it, even the homebody Goddess of Crossroad, Hecate, who always found ways to mess with Promise, believed that Promise's paintings should not be so cheap.

Then, everyone returned to Chaldea.

After returning to Chaldea, Ritsuka couldn't hold on any longer and fainted from exhaustion.

Mash quickly ran to take care of her, while Roman and Da Vinci had a brief conversation with Promise.

As for Director Olga Marie, no one brought her up.

After all, it was done by Hecate, and even those at Chaldea had no memory of her.

Soon, after the conversation ended, as Promise was preparing to return to his residence.

"Oh, by the way, Promise, we have a new Heroic Spirit here."

Roman looked at Promise and said, "And she... she seems to be looking for you."

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"You're too slow!"

Inside Promise's room in Chaldea.

As Promise pushed open the door and met the gaze of the girl sitting on the sofa, her gray eyes first flashed with obvious joy before she proudly crossed her arms over her chest, lifted her chin, and spoke with a face full of displeasure.

Wearing a bright red dress, the fairy lady with the most stunning looks yet the worst personality appeared in front of Promise.

"Baobhan Sith?"

Her true name—Baobhan Sith.

The 'daughter' of Morgan, and one of the Fairy Knights of Fairy Britain—Tristan.

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."