The Delinquent's Grand Order

Ark of the Covenant

"So there's one question I'm sure we're asking. What the hell are they planning to do with the Ark of the Covenant?!"

No answer could be given to the lot of them as they pondered on that question themselves, unable to find a correlation to it. "One thing we know is that they also wanted Euryale involved in it. I can only assume it has to do with her nature as a Divine Spirit, even if she lacks any strong combat prowess."

Euryale rolled her eyes. "I wish a puny human like you wouldn't add what is not necessary, but you are right. Luckily, that's why Asterios and the rest of you are here."

'She's back to acting like a self-centred goddess,' Mash, Olga, Yu, Artoria, Drake and Keiji thought all at once, having gotten used to this attitude.

"Something still bugs me about Medea," Orion pointed out.

Mash looked to the plush toy. "Medea. You mean the young girl standing next to Jason, right!? She looked too sweet to be called the Witch of Colchis."

"Yeah. If Medea transformed into a Servant, she'd definitely be her grown up self, right? Medea was betrayed terribly by Jason, so she massacred his wife and children for revenge. No matter how you look at it, they should've started killing each other the moment she was summoned!" Orion pointed out.

'He can make good points?!' Keiji, Liangyu and Yu thought to themselves, finding the Singularity continuing to shock them with everything happening.

"That's awful! At least Orion only flirts and randomly messes around with goddesses and other people's wives, right?" Artemis said.

Olga shook her head. "That doesn't make it any better, I'm sure. It's not as bad, but is that really the image you want to give to your lover?" she muttered, not in a proper relationship, yet even she had more awareness.

"It could be that she's the young Medea. Servants are summoned at the height of her powers, but this is before she became a witch... In other words, when she was first learning Magecraft at Colchis Temple/// Before she became 'Jason's wife.' That explains the way she looked and acted. She hasn't experienced Jason abandoning her yet."

Euryale shook her head at that idea. "Impossible. Once you become a Heroic Spirit, a slight difference in age won't alter your memories. I'm sure she knows the outcome of her story with Jason. So why does she act like that..."

Drake clicked her teeth. "Then it means the lady is faking it, which is honestly a whole lot scarier! Feigning ignorance while plotting is exactly the energy she's giving it off."

Like agreeing with the point, the conversation was cut as an arrow blew past them. Its placement was non-fatal and non-harmful, well... assuming you weren't Orion. The plush toy's fur exposed. "It hurts a ton, idiot! G-Gotta pull it out! D-Damn... Hey, I just realized... I can't touch the top of my head!? Pull it out! Come on, hurry up!"

Nero laid the path. "It's yours, Artemis. Umu, should I call you Diana?"

"A-all right. Artemis will do her best! Ready, set, twirl... twirl!" Orion's pain ringing for the lot of them to feel no sympathy over. "Oh, this makes me so happy! It's not every day people think I'm useful like this!" Artemis proudly spoke, truly sounding blessed to have this opportunity.

Even Drake was starting to shed tears, Keiji and Mash looking with quizzed expressions as they tried to decipher what the hell was going on. "Ugh... You're making me cry... What an admirable maiden's soul," Drake confessed with watery eyes, even her crew starting to shed her own tears while Anne and Mary took to patting her on the back.

"Come on, Francis Drake, you are meant to be a symbol for us pirates, especially female ones. Don't get so emotional over this," Mary told her, having had to show a more masculine side when growing up.