Type-Moon’s series which transcends obligations, adult circumstances, and all morals, Carnival Phantasm, returns with a seventh showing lacking all modesty in its unrestricted display of romance.
Neko Arcs start us off with the usual round of complications which we could not accurately describe – we’re not entirely sure what they’re doing, and we never truly have been, though it seems this time around the felines find themselves enjoying the greatest cuisine on their fictional Earth before finding out it is some sort of rancid material, or at least that’s what we understood. The kicker is even through the obscure nature of whatever they’ve done, it remains quite pain inducingly comical – slapstick at its finest as only Type-Moon could deliver.
Continuing along beyond the ever-cute opening sequence, our True Ancestor finally receives some more attention – this already lets us know it will be a superb episode. Our True Ancestor, Arcueid, is dressed in nothing save for a silky collared shirt – the story then fails to captivate us as Arcueid has already done a splendid job of such as we can see the rewarding sight of her scantily dressed.
Shiki is cooking a meal on what appears to be another average day for the two – Arcueid’s issue arises as she feels irate at never being able to cook something for Shiki instead. This prompts her to go out on a mission in a mizugi – a rather sexy one trimmed in black which Carnival Phantasm has made signature to her character, beside her for whatever reason stands Ren, and thus our True Ancestor dives into the depths of the sea in search of squid during a harsh stormy night as Ren watches indifferently.
Eventually our True Ancestor scavenges up a stack of what she believes to be squid – then to ensure only the most exquisite taste, she starts sampling them all herself right on site until ultimately deciding on a creature. She’s then seen traversing the city in search of pigs – Ren still accompanying her for who knows what reason. Arcueid incidentally happens to encounter Chaos – and from there, a vicious rape occurs.
Skipping forward to the final outcome, our True Ancestor ends up adorably devising a wretched mess – not realizing her failure, she’s entirely satisfied with what she’s done. And quite frankly, so are we – what an incredibly cute sight to watch, an amateur might even have a heart attack at the blazingly lethal amounts of moe radiating off this episode like UV rays from the sun.
Love still remains scattered well within the air as the next segment affixes its attention towards the emotionally estranged Caster. She seems vile in her conventional servant attire – yet without it, she’s merely a cute little elf girl. Or so one may think, it seems she has an otaku-like obsession with Saber – drooling at the sight of Saber’s saintly moe, and even in possession of a figurine casting kit to make her very own Saber PVCs.
Her infatuation with Saber however interferes with her love for her master – and as serious as it may possibly sound here, it’s certainly not to be taken legitimate in the least. The term “laughter ensues” sums the entire ordeal of this episode quite nicely.