Chapter 2: A Second Summoning to Set up the Hideout

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Gareth had set up a perfect campfire by the cave's entrance, where she laid down the Master Candidate so that he wouldn't get cold...even if his Mystic Code would protect him from the cold for a lot of time, she didn't want to run any risk

Gareth: "So...you can summon more Heroic Spirits?" Wondered Gareth while tilting her head, curious for how he managed to summon Arash previously

Charlie: "I always suspected my Magic Circuits worked for something, thought that was a critical moment where i needed to force my limits...for some reason that worked out here, back at our world i couldn't do it" His energy returned bit by bit, letting him sit up and enjoy the fire

Gareth: "Well that saved us so it's alright! We should try it out to see what it can do, and..." Gareth turned to the interior of the cave, peeking to get a view of the darker insides barely illuminated by the small crystals on the walls "We should work on this if it'll be a temporary base too"

Charlie: "Yeah...hey Gareth, think you could do that? I'll try to figure out how my Magic Circuits work using this world's chance" It would be for the better if he practiced his limits, knowing that if he could summon a hero like Arash he should be able to summon more if he just tried

Gareth: "Alright! If you need me just call me!" The night was still young, so it would be better to start exploring the cave to find anything inside that can catch their attention

Charlie remained outside as she summoned her spear and shield again to venture inside for herself, now with his energy almost fully recovered he activated his Magic Circuits for another attempt at summoning

Charlie: "...Nomad Camelot!" By saying beforehand the chant of his "newfound" skill, infront of him appeared a white light that resembled that of a Summoning Circle, not lasting more than two seconds in place before the light gave sight to a new being that manifested infront of him...a child-like figure with blue hair stood with a pen on his hand and a book floating by his side

???: "Third-rate Servant of the Caster class, Hans Christian Andersen-...where the hell did you summon me at?" -and so the Servant introduced himself, a bit confused by the circumstances and the place of summoning

Charlie: "Andersen one of the world's three great fairytale writers...this means my Magic Circuits do work in this world, that's really useful!" Even if the cost was really high in his Mana, he could stand without a problem this time as he hadn't spent any on Reinforcement Magic just like before

Andersen: "This must be another world then...you, generic male protagonist, what is this place?" Asked the writer after getting grasp of the situation, pointing his pen at his summoner

Charlie: "Ah right, i'm...not sure either actually, we kind of just appeared here after Chaldea was bombarded"

Andersen: "Cliche isekai thing...well don't expect me to protect you at all in any battle, i'm a writer not a fighter" Just what Charlie would expect of a writer Servant, but no fight was going on after Arash cleared the field for them so that wasn't a thing to bother about anymore

Charlie: "You said you're a Caster right? If possible i want a way to perform summonings without the use of so much of my Mana, do you think you could help with that?" Everytime Nomad Camelot was used his Mana decreased considerably, it was almost urgent to get a replacement to support the Mana depletion...yet it wouldn't be so easy in a world where he can't sense much magical energy at all

Andersen walked up to the cave's entrance, taking a glance at the walls of the cave before he turned again to Charlie pointing his pen at the interior

Andersen: "Look again inside, what you need is much closer than you see" Charlie walked up to the cave's entrance too, peeking inside to try and sense any kind of Mana coming from it, though for as much as he looked he couldn't see a lot of anything

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