The Port Mafia Executive Doesn't Want to Be a Master

Nakahara Chuuya couldn't figure it out. He'd gone to Fuyuki City on a business trip, picked up a busted brick on a whim, and somehow ended up holding a Holy Relic, summoning a Heroic Spirit, and being forced to join the Holy Grail War.

"My name is Siduri. I have come in response to your summons. Esteemed Master, have you finished processing today's paperwork?" said a woman in a long green dress and a pale purple veil, smiling sweetly.

Nakahara Chuuya: Huh?

While other Masters and Servants fought to the death for the Holy Grail, his Servant did nothing but nag him to work overtime and revise his paperwork.

More importantly, when his Servant, summoned in the Ruler class, saw a Hero summoned in the Archer class, she said to him outright:

Master, let's defect.

PS: I don't play the game. This story was inspired by watching Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia. Siduri was just too tragic! I wanted to write something lighthearted to soothe my wounded heart. But as for this story, I might not finish it. Just look at my profile and you'll see.

Theme: Nakahara Chuuya works two jobs