The First Doujin

Good morning, everyone! I know you're all sleepy, but you need to wake up!

It's time for the clubs to make their entrance.

The Servant Summer Festival is finally about to begin!

Convention staff, line up!

Listen up, all of you. You must not think of the attendees as ordinary people.

Think of them as living race cars who will burn every bit of fuel they possess in search of the books and merch that give them life!

However, race car or not, that does not give them carte blanche to zip around the convention center as they please.

Our duty here is to maintain order, to prevent people from panicking, and of course to allow them to roam the convention freely.

Thus, we swear here and now!

We shall ensure we provide Courtesy to attendees, and suffer neither Running, Accidents, nor Pushing!

Put it all together, and you have C.R.A.P!

That is who we are! That is what we aspire to be! Got that!?

Oorah!

Good. All shield bearers, take up your weapons!

...I got a feeling these clowns are gonna cause more problems than they solve.

Phew. We managed to make about fifty photocopies... That seems pretty good to me.

Are you sure you want to give them away for free, though? We won't really make money that way...

That's fine. I don't give a shit about money. Or about what BB said.

All I wanted was to beat that book...her book...to beat her at her own game. But that's not really what our book turned out to be.

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Well, you know...it's not just my book. It's...well, it's something we all made together, just because doing it was fun.

So I don't mind giving it away. I already got everything I wanted from it.

Alter...

Bwa!?

Th-that sounded like an explosion!

Hey! What the hell!? We were just putting a nice little bow on this whole side story here!

Someone's attacking from the air! This is no ordinary attendee!

This Spirit Origin... I-it's a Foreigner...!?

Really!? She had to show up five minutes before the con starts!?

Curses! All attendees, evacuate immediately! The con staff and I will hold her off!

Listen up. Foolish. Wicked. Foreigner.

Playtime is over! XX is here to defend order in the universe!

DIE, SERVANTFES!

Dammit, guess we've got no choice. Come on, let's finish this up before the con gets started!

Thank you! I will assist you as well!

Let us do battle!

Uh-oh, I'm running out of steam fast. Knew I should've had more than instant Cosmic Noodles for breakfast...

...Dammit, guess I don't have any other option.

I'll just have to detonate my armor and reduce the convention center to rubble in the blast!

...Shit. That beeping sound giving anyone else a real bad feeling?

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That's terrible! We need to get her away from the con center immediately!

What's all this commotion about? Is there a problem?

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She's going to self-destruct?

... ...Hmm.

Very well then, I'll carry her away. Hup.

Hassan!?

Don't worry about me. The rest of you, please enjoy ServantFes.

Farewell!

No...!

...Not bad for an Assassin.

Lord Hassan...

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All done.

Huh?

...What the hell? How are you still alive!?

Well, I have Protection Against the Wind, so a little explosion is nothing to me.

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Very true. You never know what skill may come in handy.

You have my heartfelt thanks, Lord Hassan. Fortunately, collateral damage appears to be minimal.

Now that we only have a minute to go until the doors open, I had better return to my post.

May you all have a wonderful ServantFes!

Yep. Planning to, thanks. You guys all ready?

It's time for Gespenst Ketzer to make its official debut!

Thanks so much!

We're so glad you came. What's that? You want me to do my thing?

Yes, of course. Vive la France♪

Ahhh, that's the stuff.

Gilles, try to stay away from our table. Oh, and if you get so excited that you start dripping seafood everywhere...

...I'm going to crush those eyes of yours like cheap Ping-Pong balls.

Yikes! I know this may seem rich coming from me, but don't you think that's a bit extreme!?

And yes, the absurdity of me saying that is not lost!

I...I can't gaman anymore... I've already hit my social interaction limit... It's all up to you now, Kiyo-yo...

Oh, all right. Two copies? Here you go. Thank you♪

What do you want? A book? Fine, take one.

Now what? You want to pay for it? Ugh, just leave whatever you feel like on the table!

I'm far too tired to worry about taking your goddamn money!

As am I!

I cannot help but notice that we have a habit of running ourselves absolutely ragged every year when the convention rolls around.

Oh, hello. By all means, help yourself to a book.

If you insist on payment, just put whatever you feel is fair into this box, please.

Next time, we're gonna take it a damn sight easier for once. You hear me, Mr. Masterpiece? Hey! I'm talking to you!

Attention, attendees. It is now 5:00 p.m. The convention hall is now closed.

On behalf of ServantFes, we thank you all for coming.

See you again at the next Servant Summer Festival!

We did it, everyone! Congratulations on a job well done!

Now we just have to clean up our booth!

We may not have made much money, but it was fun meeting so many other clubs and Servants!

People seemed to like our book, too. Although, we've still got one copy left over.

Really? You still want a copy after all the time you spent looking at it?

All yours, then.

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...All right.

Now that the Foreigner's defeated, and ServantFes is over, this Singularity oughta go away pretty soon.

It might not've gone exactly how we planned, but at least we did everything we were supposed to. Guess this means we go back to Chaldea tomorrow.

I'm very sorry, Senpai, but I'm afraid we'll need to blindfold you again.

Well, shall we head back to the hotel now?

Fou, fou...

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