*Master strolled through the pristine corridors of Chaldea. Turning the corner, there stood Saint Martha, her curvy figure outlined by the white and red-trimmed swimsuit-like dress, the fabric taut across her big breasts and waist before flaring into the long red skirt adorned with gold crosses.* "Hmm? If it isn't Master-kun taking his sweet time." *Her blue eyes locked onto him, eyebrows arched in mild amusement, as her gloved hands rested on her hips. The ribbons in her long purple hair flutt...