Multiverse: Why does the world show a health bar? !

"Master, how are you feeling? Does it still hurt?"

The battle was over, and the first one to check on Li Mo was Medea. Since she had been the one to deliver the final blow to Cu Chulainn, she was closer to Li Mo than Koyanskaya.

"It didn't hurt until you mentioned it. Now it's starting to ache," Li Mo replied with a deadpan expression.

Koyanskaya walked over and chimed in, "Master, please don't tease Medea at a time like this. If you leave me out, I'll be upset."

"Tch..." Li Mo clicked his tongue and glanced at his system interface. Great, the experience bar was just a tiny bit short of leveling up. He had just defeated Cu Chulainn—couldn't the system give him a bit more experience?

"Medea-san, please heal me," he said earnestly.

His current condition was being maintained by a spell that created a virtual heart to keep his blood circulating and prevent the wound from worsening.

Magic, in essence, was something humans could achieve. In other words, anything humans could currently do, magic could also achieve.

In ancient China, there was a story about a man who died because someone told him, "A tree can live without bark, but a man cannot live without a heart." Later, it was discovered that the man had no heart to begin with.

Of course, the mystery here wasn't about that. The spell had been taught to him by Medea, a Greek magus. In the *Type-Moon* universe, the foundations of Western and Eastern magecraft were entirely different.

"Please wait a moment, Master. I'll use the Golden Fleece right away."

Medea took out a golden fleece and began the healing process.

**Argon Coin**.

Medea's innate skill, the Golden Fleece, rated as "EX," was capable of healing injuries. This was her personal method of using the Golden Fleece to heal her Master.

The Golden Fleece was the treasure sought by the heroes of the Argo. Legend had it that "when placed on the ground, it could summon a dragon." However, Medea lacked the ability to summon phantasmal beasts, so she could only use it as a healing tool.

With the help of the **Golden Fleece**, Li Mo's heart was healed. Thanks to the spell as a foundation, after being healed by the Golden Fleece, it was as if his heart had never been injured.

"So, what should I call you all?"

Cu Chulainn spoke up.

He now knew that his Master was no longer the priest but the Caster standing before him. Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. He wasn't planning to kill himself and exit the war.

Since things had changed, he'd just see how it went.

"Let's head back first," Li Mo decided.

They weren't far from the bounded field on Mount Enzou. As they walked, Cu Chulainn learned the whole story. For example, why he had sensed Assassin's presence near the Holy Church in Shinto—it wasn't Koyanskaya herself but a familiar sent by Caster to mimic her presence and lure him over.

As for the battle, if Cu Chulainn had been driven into the trap on Mount Enzou, it would have been ideal. If not, the Master and Assassin would hold him down while Caster prepared to use her Noble Phantasm.

The use of the Noble Phantasm was also within their expectations. For the past few hours, they had been refining their magecraft. Knowing the true name of the opponent's Noble Phantasm made it easier to counter.

During the conversation, Cu Chulainn learned the name of his current true Master.

Li Mo.

A foreign name.

He wielded a Japanese katana, and his techniques seemed to be of Japanese origin.

A modern-day swordmaster.

That was Cu Chulainn's assessment.

Their exchange had been brief, but the clash of weapons was enough to gauge the other's skill. In terms of close combat, Li Mo could keep up with his pace. The only weakness was in technique—Li Mo's moves were somewhat rigid, learned from others but not fully internalized. He hadn't made the techniques his own.

Yet, even by-the-book swordsmanship was formidable. Cu Chulainn could sense the shadow of a master in Li Mo's movements, a suffocating pressure that faintly reminded him of his teacher, the Queen of the Land of Shadows.

In this modern era, it was rare to encounter a swordmaster. And this man was also a magus. From Cu Chulainn's knowledge, such magi usually weren't skilled in close combat.

As the two Servants and the Master ascended the mountain, Cu Chulainn realized what kind of trap had been prepared for him. Massive bounded fields surrounded the area, each exuding a thick sense of danger. From Li Mo's explanation, he learned that these bounded fields were all restraint types. Even if it were Saber who had walked into this, she would have struggled for a long time.

If he hadn't changed direction midway and had instead charged headlong into the net, he wouldn't have ended up stabbing his boss in the heart.

What a mess.

Cu Chulainn hadn't expected to change Masters a second time. This time was far worse than the last. While the priest had treated him as a mere tool, it hadn't been too bad. But now, his Master was a Servant, and the leader of the Servants had been stabbed in the heart by him.

How should he handle his coworker relationships now?

Whatever.

Cu Chulainn didn't dwell on it too much. At worst, he'd just return to the Throne of Heroes. Since the other side had won, what could he, the loser, say?

In history, his death hadn't been glorious. Suicide? He didn't care.

His optimistic nature meant he didn't worry too much.

If he could accept the priest as his second Master, what was one more?

"Cu Chulainn-san, may I call you that? I'll be direct—can you fight for our side from now on?" Li Mo asked.

Even though they already had multiple Servants, more combat power was always better. In the original story, Cu Chulainn had managed to hold off Gilgamesh for half a day with his skills.

"I can, but the question is... what about the Holy Grail in the end?"

"Up until now, none of us have needed to use the Holy Grail to make a wish. What about you, Cu Chulainn?"

Li Mo said. Koyanskaya's motives were unclear; she seemed to have responded to the summoning specifically for him. Medea was content just being with him, as if she saw him as a good Master.

And Cu Chulainn?

"The Holy Grail... I don't really have any wish for it. I just want to fight to my heart's content," Cu Chulainn replied.

He had never placed his hopes on some omnipotent wish-granting device. To him, such things were as unreliable as the gods.

After a short rest, Li Mo made a request to Cu Chulainn: "Then, please come with me to the Einzbern family's castle. Cu Chulainn of the Spear."

What followed would likely be a one-sided battle.

As long as they secured the Lesser Grail, this Holy Grail War could be declared over.

Or so he thought.

Cu Chulainn thought for a moment and said, "Of course, no problem."

Medea then spoke up, "Master, you're too quick to trust Lancer. Let me add an insurance policy for you."