Type-Moon, but the Servant is Tom

"Ah? Oh, oh!" The maid, who was determined to hold the line and fight the red rod-like object after Illya escaped, was taken aback by Illya's words. She suddenly realized that she was still holding her young mistress and felt extremely disrespectful. She carefully placed Illya on the ground.

"My lady, you must run, and I'll hold it off!" The maid urged Illya to flee.

"Eh? But, but, but... what about you?" After landing on the ground, Illya looked worriedly at the maid.

"Don't worry, my lady. I am quite strong. You should quickly go and meet up with the others. Once you are safe, I'll come find you." The maid gave Illya a reassuring smile.

"Okay... okay!" Nodding vigorously, Illya turned and ran towards the door.

Turning back, the maid focused her gaze on the floating rod-like object in the air, which resembled a magical girl's wand from an animation.

Confidently adopting a stance with her wolf's tooth club held firmly in both hands, she continued to smile and said, "There's nothing to fear anymore..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a loud bang came from behind her. Turning around, the maid realized that Illya had slipped and fallen on the shattered door pieces.

"Uh-oh..." The maid was momentarily stunned as she saw Illya sitting on the floor in an awkward position. She quickly called out, "My lady, what are you doing?!"

"Ouch... ow, ow, ow..." Illya winced in pain as she sat up, rubbing her slightly scraped knees with both hands.

Wanting to touch her injured forehead as well, Illya realized that she no longer had a third hand to use. After placing her right hand on her forehead, she then discovered that her right knee was left unprotected.

Moving her left hand to her right knee resulted in her left knee being exposed. It was as if her brain's CPU was overheating from trying to manage the injury dilemma.

"My lady, please hurry and run!" The maid urged Illya while swinging her wolf's tooth club at the red rod-like object.

With a battle cry, the maid swung her club with all her might, charging towards the red rod-like object.

"ORA!" The maid fiercely struck at the red rod-like object with her club.

"Duang~~~." The moment the maid's strike hit, she felt an intense vibration passing through her body, causing her to wobble like a bent ruler being released and shaking continuously. After vibrating in place for two seconds with an ultra-small and ultra-fast amplitude, the maid decisively fell down. The maid with the wolf's tooth club couldn't stand up again.

After defeating the maid who was in the way, the red rod-like object slowly floated towards Illya's direction. Seeing this, Illya quickly tried to get away. However, the pain in both of her knees prevented her from getting up from the ground. She had to turn around and sit on the floor, looking at the eerie red rod-like object floating in the air. She quickly moved backward, pushing herself against the wall in the corridor outside the room until she couldn't go any further.

Looking up at the red rod-like object, which was still floating towards her like a ghost, fear filled Illya's face. She might as well have held up a sign saying, "I'm so scared." If her knees weren't hurting, she might have already curled up in a defensive posture by now.

With her back against the wall, Illya shivered and stared at the red rod-like object, which was getting closer and closer. She pleaded, "You... don't... don't come closer!" She was scared and didn't know what to do.

Just as Illya was wondering why the rod-like object had actually stopped, suddenly, the red rod-like object... "spoke"!

"I ask you, are you my master?"

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"Huh?" Illya tilted her head, not quite understanding the meaning of the statement.

"Probably... not?" Upon hearing Illya's response, the red rod-like object fell silent suddenly. It was as if it had prepared a script with lines, expecting Illya to reply in a certain way, but she didn't follow the script.

As they exchanged words, Illya began to feel that the object might not be as scary as she initially thought. Seeing her maid unconscious but still breathing, Illya started to consider that the object might not have any ill intentions after all.

Summoning her courage, Illya asked, trembling, "Um... may I ask what you are?"

The red rod-like object was quick to correct Illya's address, saying, "I am not an object!"

Illya immediately changed her address, showing more respect, "Oh, then, if you are not an object, may I ask what you are, sir?"

"What 'not an object, sir'! I am an object... Wait, that doesn't sound right."

Realizing that whatever it said, it felt like it was insulting itself, the red rod-like object stopped trying to correct Illya's address.

Coughing lightly, it then introduced itself, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Star·Ruby, originated from the Super Servant Universe. My mission is to uphold universal peace. I am a Servant that is also a weapon, a weapon that is also a Servant!"

Finishing its introduction, Star·Ruby bent slightly backward, trying to look grandiose.

Illya, finding that her knees didn't hurt that much, stood up and observed the red rod-like object, which now called itself Star·Ruby. "Star·Ruby... -san?"

"Please call me Star·Ruby," the object replied.

Taking a deep breath, Illya asked carefully, "Star·Ruby-san, is there a reason for you to come to my house?"

"Hehehe, the reason is simple!" Star·Ruby chuckled lightly and then shouted with a high-pitched voice, "Sign a contract with me and become the Star·Magical Girl who will save the world!"