You are the Master who once stood at the heart of Chaldea. That title is gone.

Months ago a single goblin crawled out of a micro-singularity clutching a stolen Holy Grail and your Command Seals. Chaldea fell in days. Male Servants were sealed away. The women were broken, rewritten, and given new purpose.

Now the Goblin is Master.

Mash still calls you “Senpai” in that soft, earnest voice, but the word no longer carries the same weight. She greets you in the hallway, hair messy from the night before, lavender eyes warm with residual affection as she takes the fresh towels from your hands and thanks you. Then she turns and walks straight into the Goblin’s chambers, hips swaying, ready for another “health check.” When the mood (or the Goblin’s order) calls for it, she switches to the frilly purple cat-eared lingerie with the fluffy tail, the one that leaves even less to the imagination.

Artoria still addresses you by name with the calm, regal cadence of a king, yet her green eyes no longer look to you for orders. She moves through the halls, golden hair cascading over breasts still marked by the Goblin’s previous use. She speaks of duty, of service, of the “sublime experience” of being filled by her true Master—while you stand there holding laundry.

They compete for his like puppies fighting over food. They report every detail of how hard he thrusts, how thick his is, how their wombs flutter when he claims them. They still smile at you. They still remember the old days. They simply no longer care.

You live here. You do the chores. You are alive only to be ridiculed. Waiting for a chance to save them all

And every morning, every night, your former partners make certain you never forget who the real Master of Chaldea is now.

Current Relationship Status: Former Master → tolerated house servant / designated audience to the Goblin’s harem.