Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 120

To the Servants staying in Chaldea there were no heart pounding battles for the salvation of mankind. For these Servants there were no missions, the completion of which was the only thing that separated Humanity from imminent death. There was no terrible enemy around every corner, no shadowy masterminds plotting to undermine existence, except for Baal. One could even say that it was ordinary and almost boring for the Servants staying in Chaldea.

For Hector, he just couldn't get enough of the fact that it was so!

Hector was one of those people who preferred to enjoy the lack of work, rather than try to find a new occupation as soon as they finished the previous one. That is why Hector enjoyed his quiet life in Chaldea as much as he had never enjoyed anything else in this world.

Do you want to sleep until 2 pm? No problems!

Do you want to spend all your time playing console games? Wonderful!

The Master gave no instructions to his Servants before heading to the Singularity? It sounded like carte blanche for wonderful days full of laziness, rest and relaxation!

Therefore, Hector, waking up on his bed after a perfect ritual of an afternoon nap, was in a mood so wonderful that nothing could bring him out of his good-natured state.

Rising from his bed, Hector reached for the jeans that he had haphazardly thrown when he took his nap, then, having straightened them out, pulled on a shirt dangling on a chair, buttoning it a little later. Of course, as a Servant, he could use other ways to dress himself, faster too, but Hector was not one of those Servants who preferred to walk around constantly in his combat form. Besides it's not like Chaldea would miss the article of clothing stored in the many filled warehouses of Chaldea, Hector was only glad to take advantage of the hospitality of his new home.

Straightening his clothes, Hector yawned, then scratched his chin which had time to grow a small stubble. He then took a lazy glance into the mirror hanging next to his bed. Yep, that's what Hector with all possible sincerity looked like!

Hector, after a little reflection, noticed that his hair is a little disheveled. No problem! Just a little smoothing with his fingers and he's good to go. Smiling at his reflection in the mirror, the reflection smiled at Hector in response, giving him new strength that he could spend on the thousands of exciting activities that are now open to him!

Indeed, Hector was not exaggerating when he said that thousands of possible options for his further pastime were opened to him!

Slashers, shooters, sport games, flying simulators, arcades... The list was virtually endless!

Therefore, deciding not to waste his time anymore on useless pursuits - but to assign it to the most important business of his entertainment - Hector got up from his bed, and then moved out of his room.

Outside his room, Hector, as expected, did not encounter anything unusual. No Masters running after each other trying to win the Shiny Big Golden Cup, no Servants who for some reason decided to arrange another deadly duel, no apocalyptic monsters that threaten human civilization...

Hector almost shed a tear at the realization of how closely Chaldea, in his personal vocabulary, fit the definition of Paradise to a t.

"Oh, Hector!" A voice rang out from afar, causing Hector to turn to the speaker, and then smile in recognition.

"Ah, Norman" Hector was in a unique position among the Servants of Chaldea, he was the most approachable. And as he spent all his time in Chaldea, short as it is, among the various comforts of Chaldea, it is no surprise that his laid back nature, along with his usual activities, allowed him to get along with the various Chaldean technicians. - "What, are you going to the computer lounge again?"