"Let's Renovate!"
"While I'm in high spirits, I'll wrap up the work swiftly. The turn of the Renovation King is far from over!"
In the Master's My Room, seated on a portable throne, the vessel, Gilgamesh, bellowed as he scanned a survey sheet.
Indeed, the vessel had no intention of resting. His next task: ensuring the comfort of the newly summoned heroes by renovating their My Rooms.
"I checked with everyone, but… are you sure, Gil? You're pushing yourself too hard. Maybe take a break…?"
I agree. But…
"Hmph, don't fret, Master. For me, impossibility and limits don't exist. This trivial task? Beneath my notice."
"Really…?"
"Indeed. More importantly, once I start a job, I can't rest until it's done. I'm a perfectionist, after all!"
As expected, he shuns compromise and half-measures entirely. Is this the vitality of the supreme king forged by gods and men?
"Besides, this'll be easy. Ten heroes. Just ten renovations. Compared to the grand overhaul before, it's a fraction of the effort. Haha, there's no reason I can't do it!"
The vessel's laughter rang out. All I can do now is watch for signs of burnout.
"Let's go! As usual, a digest! Skip the clumsy prose—skim it smoothly!"
"What're we talking about?"
And so, the Heroic King's renovations began anew—!
Caesar: Study
"Hm, splendid. My thanks, Master. Now I can relax."
"Fitting for the author of Commentarii de Bello Gallico. …Don't get any funny ideas about rebellion."
"Never, never. Too much hassle. If you're running this place, that'd be foolish."
"Hmph, knowing your place is a fine attitude. Next!"
David: Pasture and a Pair of Sheep
"Hey, thanks! I never expected you'd grant me free will and land! You're generous!"
"Call it gorgeous, gorgeous. The livestock's yours. Multiply or diminish them as you will."
"Just what I wanted. I'll make a fine pasture. I was a shepherd originally, you know."
From shepherd to king—what a promotion…
"Hmph, Babylonian cuisine will gain some flair. Next!"
Amakusa: Confessional
"Here, I'll listen to everyone's troubles and bear their burdens."
"Hmph, modest for a would-be saint. Recruiting comrades too?"
"No, no. When I challenge you, I'll trust my Buster and go all in."
"The curse of a Ruler, huh? Whatever. Next!"
Elisabeth & Nero: Shared Soundproof Idol Studio & Stage
"DigiMa!? Gorgeous, this is my My Room!?"
"It was meant to be a prison, but the staff suggested otherwise. Sing here, and no one dies. Use it freely."
"Heh heh heh! Duets anytime, anywhere, Elisabeth!"
"A rival and a friend…! Thanks, Gorgeous! I'm thrilled!"
"Good. I pray you stay locked in here forever."
"Alright! Hey, Gorgeous, can we hold a live show right now…?"
"Contact Venus. Next!"
Zhuge Liang & Iskandar: Personal Library & Gaming Setup
"Checkmate. It's over, vassals."
"Hahaha! Another spectacular defeat!"
"Impossible… No matter how many moves ahead I read, you always counter…!?"
"Don't misunderstand, vassal. Calculating the optimal move is already a loss."
"Oh? Then what's the future to you?"
"Not something to read, but to survey. The right move is already clear. Only an Atlas Institute puppet could match me."
"We're not even seeing the same thing… Total defeat, Heroic King."
"Next, a card game? To face me, you'd need 'the perfect hand every time' at minimum."
"That's cheating-level! Fine, that's next! Come on, Waver! No time to mope! A man glares at the heavens!"
"I know—I know!"
"Hmph, come at me. I'll crush you in this break. Two-on-one, is it…!"
Gilles: Workshop
"To extend your radiance even to a wretch like me… I'm deeply honored…"
"Just asking, but what do you plan to do here? Answer wrong, and your head's mine."
"Nothing at all. Jeanne's presence fulfills my wishes. I'll stay here, watching her life through a crystal."
"…Like a father in a rebellious phase."
"My thanks, Heroic King. You saved the Jeanne born of my desires…"
"I did nothing. Thank the Master. …See you."
"May the Saint's blessings be upon you—"
"No thanks, I'm good…"
More than enough writhing for one day.
Carmilla: Personal Spa Salon
"…Seriously?"
"Same reaction as your younger self. Same roots, huh? Use it. I've stocked it with ancient cosmetics."
"…This is for me?"
"You were summoned, so no helping it. Good or evil, I judge all equally. Pursue beauty to your heart's content."
"…You're a strange one, King."
"Whimsical, aren't I? But that's its own charm. Haha! Next!"
Vlad: Lavish Room & Sewing Kit
"My thanks, Heroic King."
"Hmph, I won't pry into your origins. Be yourself."
"…None here have yet called me by that cursed name."
"As it should be. That's how people here are. Only you judge yourself. Burn your pointless hatred and rage."
"…No. Then I'll find my own way to act. These tools will help."
"…Visit the magical temple. You'll get along with Medea."
"Hm. She's already invited me."
"Next!"
Altera: Vast Grassland & Cozy House
"…"
"I know your wish. I don't know if this matches your life's landscape, but it's close enough. Ride horses, do as you like."
"…"
"The house is stocked with necessities. Try creating instead of destroying for once. I added a bread-making machine for testing—use it or not, your call…"
"…Heroic King."
"Hm?"
"Thank you. …I'm glad I came here."
"—Overdramatic, fool."
Thus, the renovations for the new heroes were completed, and the Renovation King found temporary respite.
But first—
He headed to the medical facility, where capsules held Masters teetering on the edge of life and death.
"…These are my paradise's refuse."
He operated a capsule.
"I won't let you die. If even one of you perishes, it'd leave a pointless blight on Olga Marie's future. Mongrels daring to harm my treasures? Unforgivable."
He boosted healing efficiency, setting recovery within ten years.
"Your lives are guaranteed for at least a decade. You don't have my permission to die—or to awaken. Know this, insignificant mongrels: your only right is to linger half-dead, half-alive."
He also installed a function to instantly revive them upon confirmed recovery.
"I could strip your magical circuits and give them to the Master, ending you as mages—but that's beneath me. Even a speck of you mongrels shan't taint this paradise."
Turning on his heel, he left the capsule room.
"Sway like seaweed there. Whether you awaken depends on Olga Marie—the one you looked down on."
I trust she'll make the right choice.
"…Wasted time. I'm off to sleep. …When will I ever meet Saber…?"
Muttering, arms crossed, the vessel departed.
The Renovation King's work has reached a pause.
"Could you, say, torture a mage by extracting their magical circuits without killing them?"
"Easy enough. Why?"
"Good. Just in case. Teach me the technique."
"Got someone you want to torment?"
"Hmph. Since ancient times, troublemakers get the whip. For a king, merely killing lacks flair."
I pray it's never used. May they never clash with Chaldea…
"The staff warned me about hostage risks. Just insurance."
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