In the cold chamber of the Moon Cell, the summoning circle began to glow. He extended his hand, and a flash of light filled the room. From within the light emerged a female figure, with fox ears and a blue kimono that shimmered under the radiance. Her golden eyes shone with enthusiasm.

"Ta-da~! Here is your Servant! Tamamo no Mae, ready to give my heart to my beloved husband."

He remained silent, surprised by the rather... effusive nature of his new Servant. She chuckled softly and bowed, her tails wagging with joy.

"Fufu, don't be shy. I know you just summoned me, but from this moment you are my master, my beloved, my everything. And I... will be your perfect wife."

From that moment on, she presented herself not as a battle-ready ally, but as a newlywed wife.

The first few battles were difficult, but Tamamo proved incredibly protective. Every spell she cast was accompanied by sweet words: "No one touches my husband! Fox Fire!"

Outside of battle, she insisted on cooking for him, bringing him tea, or massaging his shoulders after training. While he initially laughed nervously at these actions, he gradually became accustomed to them.

Every time he expressed gratitude, the sparkle in Tamamo's eyes intensified.

As the days passed, Tamamo began to control every aspect of the Master's life.

She chose what he should eat.

She prevented him from training too much, insisting that he could get hurt.

She appeared wherever he tried to be alone.

One day, during an encounter in the Coliseum, Elizabeth Bathory came too close to him with her usual tantrums. Upon returning to the private arena, Tamamo was silent, her gaze colder than ever.

That same night, a strange "accident" occurred: Elizabeth's spear broke during practice and almost pierced her chest. No one could explain how it happened.

When he returned to his room, he found Tamamo waiting for him with a warm smile.

"Fufu~ How lucky you are to have returned safely. Don't you agree that you don't need anyone else but your wife?" She tilted her head, innocently.

On the fifth floor of the Moon Cell, the pressure of the War was becoming increasingly intense. One night, while they were resting in the room, Tamamo sat beside him and gripped his hands tightly.

"Listen carefully, my husband. I am not like those others. I am not like Nero, nor like those girls who flirt with you. I am the only one who can make you happy."

Her fingernails dug into his skin, though she continued to smile sweetly.

"If you accept me, I will give you everything I am. My magic, my soul, my entire life. But if you try to leave me..."

Her ears twitched, and her smile grew wider, almost unnerving.

"...then I will have to lock you in a world just for the two of us. A golden, warm, and eternal cage, where no one can separate us. Wouldn't that be beautiful?"

He didn't answer. Tamamo leaned in and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest.