It seemed like the number one idol Servant would never be able to perform, or even rehearse, without attracting a crowd of squirming fans, be they humans or other embodied heroic spirits.

“What? I can’t—” While the pink-haired Lancer’s heart swelled with joy, she couldn’t very well listen to what the others were saying while she continued to sing. For the time being she stopped only to find out that they weren’t crying out of joy but protesting against her number.

“What do you mean?” Elizabeth replied to the midget Caster. “I know this is not a proper stage. However, an idol has to do sacrifices for the sake of her fans sometimes, am I right?”

She turned around to face Keisuke just as he came into the room. His countenance was visibly shaken and even his knees seemed about to give in. Elizabeth couldn’t be more excited than to see that her performance left so much of a lasting effect on her Master that he almost needed to lean on the Booby Archer to remain standing.

Elizabeth wriggled her tail as she listened to what Keisuke had to say before replying. “A debriefing? I don’t get what you are saying, Puppy. Is that like when a producer talks about where to go on our next tour?” Elizabeth said before turning around to face the no-fun looking guy that just walked in the room.

They were going to go on a tour already, right? Why didn’t anyone say that before? Elizabeth would have practiced at least three times harder if she knew it.
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