Not sure if it was because the magicians' deliberate disregard caused the androids to relax their vigilance, or for some other unknown reason, but Gold found that he was not obstructed at all.
Cursing silently, "What a useless thing, he has no vigilance at all," Gold walked into one of the large rooms where the androids lived.
The scene he saw made him feel very anxious. Although this was not something that had just started, the anxiety he felt this time was even more abnormal.
The room that was originally used for living has become a ward. On the floor covered with white cloth, many wounded people are lying at specific intervals. Several medical androids are interspersed between them, constantly doing various treatments. From the sweat on their bodies, it can be seen that they are working very hard. However, this effort is not proportional to the reward. The injuries of most of the wounded are still worsening.
...
"It's okay here, go treat the others."
A bruised and battered android said to another android with a smile.
"Yes, but—"
"It's okay, just stop the bleeding. I'm also a medical android, so I know how to deal with it. When I recover, I'll treat everyone with you."
...
"Sorry, I need to take a short break. Please wake me up in five hours."
An android said and closed his eyes. He had been working for eighteen hours straight.
"Five hours of sleep should be enough for a humanoid. However, it seems that my body has become quite tired. This feeling of drowsiness is the first time—"
...
"I'm sorry, there's really nothing I can do."
"Don't take it personally, you've done a great job."
Like a dying patient, the other android lying on the ground gently patted the arm of the android who hung his head in frustration.
Seeing this scene, Gold's anxiety became stronger and stronger. The android lying on the ground was the type that was sealed in the magic supply tank.
Because she was born with a defect, she had no chance to show up and could only die here quietly.
"Idiot, idiot, idiot! One or two of them are all idiots!"
Gold gritted his teeth and finally couldn't help cursing out loud.
The android immediately assumed a guarded posture.
The tall dark-skinned man materialized and stood between Gold and the android.
"Saber, it's okay, he can't hurt me."
Gold waved his hand, signaling Siegfried to move aside.
Strangely, Siegfried, who always obeyed his Master's orders, did not move aside this time. He turned around and looked at his Master.
"Saber?"
"Master, please save them."
"Don't be ridiculous, Saber. Treatment? Why would I—"
As if he remembered something, Gold interrupted his speech and showed an incredible expression on his face. It felt as if he saw a nuclear bomb exploding in front of him.
"Wait—how could you—"
With that long conversation as a starting point, the master and the servant got to know each other better and better. On the eve of the war, Gold saw Siegfried's dream and felt deeply that his life was heavy and empty, and thus he completely understood what kind of person Siegfried was.
He is the prince of the Netherlands and a hero who slays dragons.
He was brave and noble, and won countless honors. Men came to him to serve him, and women fell in love with him.
The hero also responded to their expectations.
He had almost no time to rest, just constantly seeking battles. No, it was not that he was seeking battles, but that battles never let go of him and his powerful strength.
He obtained the Fantasy Greatsword from the Mist Clan (Nibelungen) and bathed in the blood of the evil dragon Fafner to obtain a body of steel.
With an invincible sword and an invincible body - it's only natural that countless battles are craving his participation.
There is no stain on his career, his life is simply brilliant.
But he was too heroic—too heroic. He responded to every request. He always shook the hand of anyone who knelt down to beg.
If someone asks him to kill a dragon, he will kill it. If someone wants to marry a beautiful woman without violating anyone's wishes, he will rack his brains to find ways to do it for the other person. There is no distinction between good and evil in this process... It is simply a way of living like a wish machine.
He always believed that as long as he did this, it would be fine. Good and evil were ultimately just matters of stance.
Therefore, even if an official who had enriched himself cried to him that his family had been killed, he would avenge him.
However, if no demands are made, he will ignore the poor, even if their homes are destroyed and they are facing despair.
Because if he didn't do that it would be endless. It was impossible to hold everything in the world between his arms. So, he just kept sticking to this decision by responding to requests whenever they came.
Actions are not based on one's own will, and fighting is not one's own preference. In the process of doing this, the hero suddenly realized that he didn't know what he was expecting. There was no hope, no dream. He couldn't picture his future in his mind. Obviously, some people regarded the hero as their ideal existence, but the hero himself had lost his ideal.
—What a deception, it's like the gears can't mesh with each other. If I respond to a request immediately, I will lose track of what I'm looking for. This is a natural result.
Although he was lost and confused, he still believed that there would be something to gain at the end of this road, and believed that he would get something at the end. The hero could only keep fighting.
It is impossible that he has never experienced defeat. Since victory is what he desires, no matter how much suffering and despair he has to overcome, he will eventually firmly grasp victory.
Victory, victory, only victory. "I hope you can help me defeat that monster", "Please save our village", "Please defeat our enemies", "I want that mountain", "I want that beauty", "I want that country" - there are as many wishes as there are people, and only the part that makes the request is granted.
That is simply the "holy grail" of heroes. It doesn't matter - that's what heroes think. Because being thanked by others is a very happy thing.
It is natural to be moved when you see others begging you with a desperate look on their faces.
So he kept doing it—eventually killing a dragon.
But there was always a hole somewhere in his heart.
There was nothing in the hole, just a large empty space.
Obviously, he deeply loves the world.
I love the world deeply.
However, this emptiness can never be filled.
Until death, becoming a heroic spirit, and being summoned to the human world to participate in the Holy Grail War.
He still holds on to this emptiness, and insists on his life as a "wish-granting machine" and a "hero".
How sad, incomprehensible, and yet how dazzling. Compared to him, Gold felt very small, and at the same time he could not agree with it - what was the meaning of such a machine-like lifestyle? Could this really be considered a human being
Siegfried did not answer because he did not know how to answer, but he persisted stubbornly.
Gold cursed at him and even kicked him twice out of anger, but the hero just endured it silently.
In the end, Gold had no choice but to say in self-abandonment - at least find something you want to do that has nothing to do with other people's requests.
Siegfried agreed.
"Really? Is this what you want to do?"
"Yes, Master. After being scolded by you, I thought a lot. Although I haven't found what I expect yet, I can be sure that stubbornly sticking to my own ideas and turning a blind eye to the weak crouching in front of me, turning a deaf ear to the voices of the weak because I didn't seek help, and ignoring them, this ugly and evil behavior is definitely not what I pursue."
This was certainly the change that Gold wanted to see, but he was dissatisfied with Siegfried's request.
"Why? Why these useless bastards and idiots?"
These short-lived, small, stupid idiots who can't even do the simplest jobs have nothing in common with the famous heroes.
Facing the irritable Gold, Siegfried simply replied calmly:
"Because they are weak, Master. Knights should help the weak. It was Rider who made me realize this again."
"That idiot knight." Another round of gnashing of teeth, "What if I don't agree?"
"Then I can only do what I can for them. I have some experience with trauma..."
Siegfried said as he picked up a roll of bandages, but before he could take two steps, the bandages in his hand were snatched away by Gold.
"Master?"
"Idiots, they are idiots, and you are an idiot too, this is not okay."
He squatted down and felt the pulse of the android lying on the ground, then patted his arms, shoulders and collarbone in turn. He nodded as if he understood something, and ordered the android to open his mouth.
"Although it's not obvious on the surface, the organs for breathing are actually underdeveloped. The breathing aid is set inside the magic supply tank. Go and get it."
"Huh?"
Seeing the other android's puzzled look, Gold stared at him and yelled, "I won't say it again."
The android hurriedly said "I'll get it right away" and turned and ran out of the corridor.
"that-"
"What's wrong?"
"You don't agree?"
"I mean if - and if I don't help, how would you, a fool who can only fight, and a bunch of idiots who can only treat external injuries and resist mental control, know the treatment for underdeveloped respiratory organs? I didn't teach you."
Even if it is a prop, it would be a pity to be consumed so meaninglessly.
More importantly, if that happens, your life will no longer be spotless - you're just a Servant, what kind of life is that? I'm really out of my mind.
In this way, while Gold complained sarcastically, he treated the injuries of the androids with extremely high efficiency and amazing skills, and Siegfried quietly assisted at the side. The two of them were busy until the next morning and adjusted all the androids.
After that, Siegfried would visit the android every once in a while, sometimes he would go alone, and sometimes he would ask Gold to go with him.
As his contact with the androids deepened, Siegfried made some new requests, such as whether he could provide the androids with some basic guarantees, such as whether he could prolong their lives.
Although Gold seemed annoyed, he finally agreed "reluctantly" and, with Fiore as witness, he signed a new contract with the androids - an employment contract.
The work that the androids have to do is no different from usual, assisting the magicians in handling various matters.
As a reward, the Thousand World Tree Clan provides shelter and all the necessities of life, and guarantees basic human rights. They will not be beaten or scolded at will, and will not be dragged for human experiments. Gold, the creator of the androids, must name all the surviving androids, starting with the few representatives in front of him.
In addition, there is a clause about the servants, the servants' magic supply androids are willing to bear part of the burden, but they cannot link all the magic power paths to one android as a consumable as before, but divide them into multiple sections and bear them collectively to avoid the tragic ending of being drained of magic power to death. Correspondingly, the servants have the obligation to protect the magic supply androids from harm.
The contract is secured by a formal and binding written document, signed by both parties or confirmed by blood.
A very interesting incident happened during the signing of the contract.
Those who are familiar with this fat guy Gold know that he is not a bad person by nature, but he has a bad mouth and deserves a beating.
So he was beaten by the leader of the androids, Dur, because he kept mocking during the signing and negotiation. Except for the chieftain Fiore, all the participants, including Siegfried, were mocked by him, calling them all kinds of words such as idiot, fool, and fool.
That would have been fine, but what was even more outrageous was that when naming the android representatives, they were planning to use these words. The android leader couldn't stand it anymore, so he hit him in the stomach with an axe and threatened him.
"If you ever come up with something awful, I'll use this to trim the fat off your belly."
Gold didn't want to suffer a loss and wanted to fight back, but the distance between the two was too close and Gold's body was too bloated, so she was directly crushed by the leader of the androids who were specialized in combat and had excellent physical performance, and even mocked her. From this point of view, she really deserves to be Gold's "daughter" and has learned the true teachings.
"Although you are a good alchemist, you should change your arrogant and complacent personality, so as not to bring trouble to Siegfried-sama."
Gold was so angry that his teeth ached: "This is a nightmare! I should have added some restrictions so that you can't resist!"
Durr's answer was also very interesting: "With your ability, you probably can't do that."
In desperation, Gold had to resort to the method of spiritual victory. He gave the artificial leader an ordinary name "Dur", while thinking in his heart that he would make fun of them when they were about to die.
PS: I sigh again, it’s okay for a cute girl to be tsundere, but it’s really courting death for that fat guy to be tsundere.
PS2: Phineas has become the android god.
PS3: I originally wanted to split it into two chapters, but then I thought about it and gave Fei Ge a separate chapter. After all, both Toide and Type-Moon headquarters are trying to trick Fei Ge. He is a top servant with a good personality, but he was tricked into becoming a comedian.