In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

As a result, their relationship improved slightly.

Irisviel greatly cherished the opportunity to interact with others, especially when the other person was also very polite.

She quickly took the initiative to start a new topic.

"You're really young!"

"I thought it would summon a middle-aged woman."

"Really?" Artoria felt a little embarrassed by the compliment.

"That's probably when I... most want to be summoned by someone."

"Summoned by someone?"

Irisviel seemed to sense the story's undercurrent.

She took Artoria's hand and began to speak with a smile:

"You seem to have quite a story to tell~"

"Come on, let's go upstairs!"

"You'd better be completely honest with me, your acting Master, and tell me everything clearly~"

280. The Love Story of a Girl with a Crow's Hair / Morgan's Obsession / The Sword of Mortals (4k)

The walls of a German castle.

Guided by Irisviel, Artoria and she arrived here together.

A cold wind blew past the two of them, revealing the chill of the North without any attempt to conceal it.

"Are you cold?" Irisviel turned to look at Artoria behind her. "Do you want me to go back and get you some clothes?"

“No.” Artoria shook her head.

"I will not feel cold, please don't worry about that."

"I see~" Irisviel smiled sweetly. "Then I'm relieved."

"Come, tell me—who is the person you're waiting for?"

"I'm so bored here I'm practically turning into mold."

"..."

Artoria's lips trembled.

It's clear that Irisviel's easygoing nature suits her taste quite well.

but--

Artoria seemed to be considering something, and therefore did not respond to Irisviel immediately.

Seeing this, the acting Master spoke up once again.

"what happened?"

"Before we came up here, you promised to tell me everything. Why are you not saying a word now?"

"Could it be..."

Irisviel leaned forward slightly, coming to stand in front of Artoria.

"You actually hate me, your substitute Master... is that why you're acting this way?"

"That's not the case."

Artoria quickly dismissed the possibility proposed by Irisviel.

"Now that the true Master has appointed you as his proxy, I will also acknowledge you."

"Then why aren't you saying a word?" Irisviel put her hands on her hips, looking very unhappy. "I finally found something interesting!"

"because--"

Artoria looked at Irisviel in front of her, her eyes showing a hint of concern.

"I'm afraid that if I tell you, it will make you angry."

"Eh?!"

Irisviel exhaled a soft breath.

"How could you think that? Do you think of me as a sub-Master who gets angry easily?"

“No, that’s not it,” Artoria replied calmly. “I just know that now is not the right time to speak my mind.”

"..."

Upon hearing this, Irisviel narrowed her eyes slightly, as if scrutinizing Artoria before her.

Suddenly, she stretched out her hand and pointed at the servant in front of her.

"I made a decision!"

"No matter what you say, I won't get angry!"

"Under these conditions, you should be able to express what's on your mind, right?"

"..."

Since her acting master had already put it this way, Artoria knew that if she continued to insist on her own opinion, it would be a little disrespectful.

She took a deep breath of the northern air before giving a formal response to Irisviel's question.

"Ellie."

“I… I don’t actually want to be summoned by your husband, Kiritsugu Emiya, that’s all.”

After saying this, Artoria secretly began to observe Irisviel in front of her.

She knew that what she had just said was something she shouldn't have said.

After all, the Holy Grail War requires the Master and Servant to cooperate closely.

Such a statement is tantamount to expressing one thing—that is, "I hate my current Master."

To some extent, this is actually a very disadvantageous behavior.

This is also why Artoria felt she shouldn't be honest—although she didn't want to be summoned by Kiritsugu Emiya, it didn't mean she would neglect her duties.

After all, if Masters and Servants start to distrust each other, it will eventually escalate into an irreconcilable conflict.

She didn't want things to turn out this way.

Whether Irisviel can accept herself is an unknown.

However, the result was not as bad as expected.

Upon hearing Artoria's words, Irisviel not only didn't get angry, but instead became somewhat depressed.

She tilted her head slightly, looking like a scientist who had encountered an unsolved mystery.

"You and Kiritsugu really do have a tacit understanding in some ways."

"One is unwilling to summon the other."

"One who does not want to be summoned by the other party."

"Do you... really hate each other that much?"

“Well…” Artoria shook her head, forcing a wry smile, “I don’t know either.”

"But don't worry, Alice."

"Although I do not like being summoned by him, I will never slack off because of it—I will do everything in my power to give you a better chance of winning."

"I know~"

Irisviel responded with a smile.

"After all, Saber, you seem like a very serious person~"

"But then again—"

Irisviel's gaze fell on the weapon in Artoria's hand.

It was a cross-shaped longsword that looked quite old.

Its surface is covered with red rust, as if it might break at any moment.

But Artoria cherished it very much, always holding it tightly in her hand, showing no sign of letting go.

"Your weapon... looks like it's about to break?"

"Eh?"

Upon hearing Irisviel's words, Artoria looked down at the weapon in her hand.

In an instant, a deep sense of nostalgia for the past appeared in those eyes, which were as green as a sea of ​​trees.

Irisviel keenly grasped this point.

"Oh... judging from your expression, this weapon seems to be very important to you?"

Perhaps she felt there was no need to hide it from Irisviel, or perhaps Irisviel had indeed spoken her mind.

After a moment's hesitation, Artoria responded directly to the question.

"Ah."

“This weapon is really important to me—it was a gift from my favorite person.”

"Hey?"

Irisviel's cheeks flushed slightly; she seemed quite interested in this romantic love story.

"Saber, tell me more!"

"Let me learn more about this."

"..."

Artoria looked somewhat embarrassed in the face of the acting Master's "command".