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

This is the Servant who stepped in to mediate when he and Iskandar were eager to get the elderly couple away from the fire, but were entangled with Berserker!

It turned out to be the case.

With the added benefit of his past achievements, Weber breathed a slight sigh of relief.

After all, being able to lend a hand in that situation—

This means that the other party is relatively friendly.

Under these circumstances, knowing each other's real names actually becomes a sign of a good relationship.

Weber's mind only works a little faster at times like this.

Seeing that his Master finally understood, Iskandar burst into laughter.

"Kid, isn't your reaction a little slow?"

"No way!" Weber said, a little embarrassed. "I just didn't think of it for a moment!"

"and--"

“That day I was sitting in the back of the Gordias Wheel taking care of them the whole time, how could I have had time to worry about what was happening in front of me?!”

"If you didn't mention it, of course I wouldn't know!"

"Kid, doesn't that just mean you're slow to react?"

"I……"

Waver was speechless after Iskandar's outburst and could only look at Artoria on the other side.

“Saber… no, or should I call you Artoria? You're looking for us because…”

Artoria glanced at both sides of the corridor, her expression quite serious.

She asked:

"Can we go inside and talk?"

"Isn't this... not a suitable place to discuss things?"

“Of course you can.” Weber nodded. “Come in.”

The three of them returned to the room where they had been playing games.

"You...you actually live together?" Artoria was very surprised.

“Yes, yes…” Weber scratched his face a little embarrassedly, “because we really couldn’t find any more rooms, so we had no choice but to do this.”

"Hahahaha." Iskandar remained as cheerful as ever.

"Artoria, let me tell you, this kid is a very restless sleeper at night, he often steals the blanket."

"How dare you say that?! Don't you even consider who took all the blankets?!"

"Oh...it was me?"

"Rider, you!"

Artoria looked somewhat envious as she watched Waver and Iskandar interact like good friends.

"Your relationship is so good."

"..."

"Ahem." Weber cleared his throat. "Let's not talk about this anymore."

"What...what brings you here? Tell me quickly."

“Hmm.” Iskandar also dropped the casualness he had shown when joking with Webber. “This is indeed a question we need to be informed of.”

"Artoria, you'd better answer quickly."

The young swordswoman took a deep breath and responded to Waver and Iskandar in front of her.

"Do you... still remember Berserker?"

“Hmm.” Iskandar nodded. “That guy is quite strong…fighting him would be very interesting.”

The Conqueror still remembers the moment when the Gordias Wheel collided with the opponent.

Thunderous and lightning-fast.

Even though he was in the midst of that dangerous lightning, Iskandar still felt incredibly excited.

After all, primal collisions are the most bloodthirsty behavior.

A king who conquers all directions naturally enjoys this kind of thing the most.

But the next moment, Artoria revealed a sad truth.

"Berserker... has been killed."

Iskandar and Weber were stunned for a moment before realizing what had happened.

"Who can kill him?!" Webber asked in surprise. "Isn't he evenly matched with Rider?!"

“Right now, it should be Archer,” Artoria replied with a hint of sadness.

"But how exactly they were killed is still unclear."

"..."

Iskandar knew that the Archer Artoria mentioned referred to Gilgamesh.

Several veins bulged on his forehead.

Even so, the Conqueror King did not act impulsively immediately.

He suppressed his emotions and continued Weber's words, asking, "Artoria, how did you know?"

"..."

Artoria frowned, as if she was recalling something unpleasant.

“He was my ally—but the next time we met, he was a cold corpse.”

"As for how to determine if it's Archer's, you can think of it as something similar to magic."

"I only realized this after that meeting was over."

"..."

Iskandar and Weber both fell silent.

Both of them understood the hidden meaning in Artoria's words.

"So... you want me to join you in defeating Archer?" Iskandar asked.

The young swordswoman nodded first, then shook her head.

"That's one way to put it, but not entirely."

"after all--"

"And then there's Lancer and Assassin; we might have to consider them as rivals as well."

"That's it, I understand."

Out of concern for Berserker, and also out of gratitude for Artoria's past help.

Iskandar answered without hesitation.

"I agree to your request—let's form an alliance for now."

"Wait a minute!"

Weber halted his followers.

But he wasn't trying to show off his authority; he had simply discovered something suspicious.

“Rider, if you want to form an alliance with her, I will definitely support you.”

"but--"

Waver looked at Artoria with an incredibly sharp gaze.

Why hasn't your Master appeared?

"If we're really going to form an alliance, shouldn't he be there too?"

"..."

Artoria was silent for a moment, then, as if she had made up her mind, she answered the question.

"Because this is my personal will."

"Your personal will?" Weber was confused. "What does that mean?"

"because--"

Artoria looked at Waver and Iskandar in front of her and revealed the truth.

"My Master has refused to give me any more orders."

304. Ian's Chance for the Ahoge / The Night of Fate / The Corrupted Holy Grail (4k)

This was perhaps an ending that was already destined.

After Irisviel was killed by Kirei Kotomine, Kiritsugu Emiya's patience with Artoria reached its limit.

"Disappeared from my sight!"

"Now, immediately!"

That was the only order that the dying Kiritsugu Emiya gave to Artoria amidst the flames.

He did survive.

However, the girl thus became a Servant who "acts alone".

After that, they made contact with Iskandar.

Artoria couldn't tell the two people in front of her her reasons directly, so she could only express them indirectly.

Weber wanted to say more, but Iskandar stopped him with a gesture.