Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[83] Arogonaut and Sparta

"What is your name?"

"Caenis."

"What is your gender?"

"Can we skip that question..."

Hmm, trying to avoid assuming gender-sensitive individuals?

The silver-haired woman's reply was heard.

At the Sparta port's immigration counter, the officer nodded knowingly.

With a magical feather pen in hand, he expertly checked the 'Gender: Third gender' box on the form on his desk.

"What are you good at?"

"...Probably fighting."

"May I boldly ask if you have any family history of mental illness? Or have you experienced any mental disturbances or curses?"

"Are you trying to pick a fight?"

Facing the woman with narrowed blue eyes, the silver-haired woman's tone wasn't pleasant.

The officer awkwardly smiled politely.

"Unstable violent individuals, checked."

But in Sparta, isn't this seemed normal?

Or rather... this is precisely what His Highness Kratos seeks, sharp talent.

"Then... sorry, let's skip that, Miss Caenis. May I ask, what is your purpose in Sparta? Is it for sightseeing, academic exchange, or hired for combat?"

"No, seriously, do you not know who we are?!"

Clack.

Accompanied by an extremely impatient tone.

Wearing a skimpy, silver hair-colored, chestnut leather woman's lips twitched, and her towering legs straightly stepped onto the chair at the immigration counter.

With only a simple, daringly bikini-like top covering her ample upper body, and a few strips of cloth and armor plates wrapping around her voluptuous lower body, her outfit was refreshingly revealing.

Those bulging breasts, trembling as her long legs stepped onto the chair, the deep cleavage seemed to be able to swallow one's soul.

With such provocative, curvaceous curves.

Caenis's body muscles were also ridiculously well-developed... robust abdominal muscles, exaggerated pectoral muscles, and those robust biceps.

It could be said to be able to battle with the devil's muscular limbs, the ultimate muscular version of a busty big sister.

When she goes into battle frenzy, her eyes even turn red.

The Spartan immigration officer who saw the aggression did not flinch.

"Sorry, even if the God of War Ares himself comes to visit, without citizenship, he still have to register at the immigration desk because that's the rule set by His Highness Kratos."

"Heh... such authority!"

Accompanied by a disdainful sneer.

Caenis's muscular arms folded, her ocean-blue pupils gradually stained with a hint of crimson.

Sensing the movement here.

The Spartan warriors stationed at the port gate, tightened their sharp spears in their hands, all eyes staring over here.

In the stagnant and solemn atmosphere.

The golden-haired youth's hands reached out from behind, gently pressed Caenis's shoulder, and then gently, firmly pressed her back into her seat.