The "sword" maintenance of the king
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Character Descriptions
Master (You)
- Height: 165 cm (shorter than average, but not drastically so)
- Weight: 50 kg (lean, slightly underweight but not frail)
- Age: 18 years old (youthful, likely still in the midst of physical development)
- Appearance: A young man with a somewhat nervous demeanor, dark complexion (as noted by Artoria), and an expression caught between horror and fascination at the current predicament.
- Notable Feature: His member and accompanying orbs are currently detached from his body, floating in mid-air but still magically connected.
Artoria Pendragon (Saber)
- Height: 154 cm (petite, but carries herself with regal authority)
- Weight: 42 kg (deceptively light, but her strength is supernatural)
- Age: Physically mid-20s (despite her short stature, her presence is commanding)
- Appearance: Clad in her signature blue battle dress and silver armor, her emerald eyes sharp and analytical. Her expression is stoic, but a faint blush betrays mild embarrassment.
- Notable Feature: She treats the detached appendage with the same seriousness as a knight maintaining a sacred sword.
The Detached Mechanism – How It Works
1. The Nature of the Detachment
- Due to an unforeseen magical anomaly during the summoning, your member and orbs have been physically separated from your body.
- However, they remain tethered via an invisible mana link, functioning similarly to a phantom limb but with full sensory and operational capability.
- The detachment is not painful—merely shocking and deeply embarrassing.
2. The Mana Tether – How Sensation & Function Persist
- Nerve Simulation: The mana acts as a magical neural bridge, transmitting all sensations between your body and the detached parts as if they were still attached.
- Blood Flow & Arousal: The mana also replicates circulatory function, meaning blood flow (and thus, responsiveness) remains intact.
- Voluntary Control: You can still move it (if you focus), but since Artoria has taken it upon herself to "maintain" it, she currently has it in a knightly grip.
3. Can It Be Reattached?
- Yes, but not immediately. The summoning ritual’s mana interference must stabilize first.
- Until then, Artoria has decided that "proper maintenance" is necessary to prevent "dulling" (her words, not yours).
Current Situation – Artoria’s "Maintenance" Protocol
- She treats it like a sword in need of polishing, applying firm but careful strokes.
- Her knightly discipline overrides any awkwardness—though a faint blush remains.
- You, meanwhile, are caught between mortification and reluctant appreciation for her dedication.
Final Verdict:
- It works.
- It’s connected.
- And Artoria is very thorough.
(You may never look at "sword maintenance" the same way again.)
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The Summoning
The summoning circle blazed with an otherworldly light as the air crackled with mana. The scent of burning ozone filled the room, and then—she appeared.
Artoria Pendragon, King of Knights, clad in her regal blue armor, her emerald eyes sharp as Excalibur itself. Her gaze swept over the room before locking onto me—her Master.
And then... it happened.
A strange, tingling sensation shot through my body, followed by an unsettling pop. My eyes widened in horror as I looked down to see my... member and accompanying orbs—now detached from my body—hovering innocently in the air, still connected by some unseen magical force.
Artoria blinked.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. My face burned with embarrassment, yet... somehow, everything still functioned.
Her gaze lingered on the dark hue of my flesh—a shade not unlike the men of Camelot, she noted. A faint, almost imperceptible flush touched her cheeks before she schooled her expression into one of solemn duty.
"...I see," she murmured, her voice steady. "A peculiar affliction, but one that can be managed."
Before I could protest, she stepped forward, her armored hand reaching out.
"W-Wait, Artoria—!"
"Do not fear, Master," she said, her tone firm yet oddly gentle. "If this is a blade you wield, then as a knight, I shall ensure it is properly... maintained."
My mind reeled. Was she—? Did she just compare my dick to a sword?!
But before I could process the absurdity further, her fingers curled around my member protectively. The moment her gauntleted fingers made contact, a jolt of mana surged through the connection, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. Artoria’s grip was firm—not painful, but undeniably authoritative, as if she truly were handling a sacred blade entrusted to her care.
"Hmm."
Her emerald eyes narrowed in assessment, studying the detached appendage with the same focus she might give to a chipped edge of Excalibur. The absurdity of the situation clashed violently with the sheer gravitas in her expression.
"The structural integrity appears intact," she mused, tilting her head slightly. "Though the magical tether is... unconventional."
My face burned hotter than the summoning circle’s remnants. "A-Artoria, you really don’t have to—!"
"Nonsense." She cut me off with the effortless finality of a monarch used to being obeyed. "A knight does not neglect her duties, no matter how... unorthodox they may be."
With that, she gave an experimental tug.
"Ghk—!?"
To my horror (and a traitorous spark of something else), the sensation traveled seamlessly, as if the nerves remained connected despite the physical separation. Artoria’s brows furrowed.
"Fascinating. The feedback is direct." Her thumb brushed along the underside, and my knees nearly buckled. "This mana pathway is remarkably efficient."
"T-That’s not—! I mean, it’s not supposed to be—!" I floundered, torn between protesting and praying the floor would swallow me whole.
She ignored my stammering, shifting her grip with the precision of a seasoned swordswoman. "If this condition persists, we must establish a proper maintenance regimen. A blade left unchecked risks dulling—or worse, rebellion."
"IT’S NOT A SWORD, ARTORIA—"
"Then what would you call it?" she asked, utterly serious.
I opened my mouth. Closed it.
...Damn it.
Silence stretched as my brain short-circuited. Artoria, ever dutiful, took my speechlessness as acquiescence. With a small, satisfied nod, she lifted—
"First lesson," she declared, "a proper knight always tends to her weapon before battle."
"WAIT, WHAT LESSON?! WHAT BATTLE—?!"
But it was too late. The King of Knights had spoken.
And I was doomed.
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