The 100 Operators Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really love you

Chapter 22

*Authors Note*

So, someone had told me that this story should be a crossover since it got Fate character in it (even though I have read other stories where they took other characters from different universe but didn't place their fics as a crossover) and that gave me an idea I can use in the future (if I ever reach that point) concerning Atalanta. So, I decided to put this as a crossover between Arknights and Fate/Grand Order. Apologies if this displeases some people.

Edit 5/6 - Changed the F/GO one to the 100 gf manga since its more suited here

1450 December 7 1096
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Siesta

"Milady, you have mail."

"Oh, put it over there, Schwarz. Thank you."

A female with waist-long light silver hair, styled in a ponytail, calmly walks over to a table to put an envelope on it. She then lifts up a tea pot to pour into a cup then brings it over to a female with waist-long light pink hair, styled in a bun, sitting behind a desk with papers littering all over it.

"Oh my, is it tea time already?" The pink hair glances over to the clock on the wall, "Goodness, I didn't notice."

"It is alright, Milady; you were engrossed in your work, afterall."

"Schwarz~ what did I tell you about calling me Milady? I have a name!" She whines while pouting, prompting Schwarz to blush.

"I-it's improper for a servant to be familiar with her Mistress," Schwarz stutters out while looking at the floor.

"I told you to call me Ceylon when we are alone." Ceylon gets up then walks over to Schwarz in order to trap her in a bear hug, "C.E.Y.L.O.N. Not Milady."

"I... I will try, Mi-Ceylon."

"Good, good." Ceylon tightens her hug then releases her captive, prompting a sigh of relief from the latter, "Now, what was the mail about?"

"I believe it concerns your internship at Rhodes Island."

1500 December 7 1096
Kal'tsit's Office
Inside Rhodes Island

"...I had dared to hope that you wouldn't meet him or even that you aren't a soulmate. Give me back my hope."

"Ahahaha... Curiosity is a dangerous thing, and that it had built up since you told me the story, so you can't blame a girl for trying her luck, you know?"

Kal'tsit scoffs, "I see no girl here, you century-old rotting bones."

"I can say the same to you, you dried up has been Savra imposter."

They glare at each other for a while before Kal'tsit sighs then tiredly looks at Warfarin, "...Why?"

Warfarin doesn't answer for a while until she weakly shrugs, "I wanted to see with my own eyes that the old Doctor isn't here anymore; I do admit that he wasn't irredeemable, overall, with his utter brilliance in planning... Yet, it always felt like he merely saw us as a means to an end. And I don't like that."

"...Anyway, did Ashura pass your test?"

"Oh, a little bit of a greenhorn, too emotional, but he does have the makings of a somebody, so... Yeah, he did."

"That's a relief... He was just a soul that got picked to be an amusement for god to play with, just like a puppet. I... I just want to help him."

Warfarin scoffs, "Is it because of the soulmates thing, you being a good person, or maybe, both of you are similar?"

Kal'tsit becomes quiet as she looks down while gripping the edge of her lab coat, "I... Don't know," She quietly mutters, prompting Warfarin to melancholy sigh, then place a hand on the former's shoulder but saying nothing.