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

Artoria murmured the name, then suddenly remembered something.

"I see," the girl said.

"This is the place where I was last summoned."

"Hmm...or perhaps it would be better to say its vicinity."

"..."

After Artoria's explanation, Vivian quickly understood why she had been summoned.

It turned out that he had stumbled upon the place where he had previously summoned a Servant by accident.

There must be some reason that can summon Artoria, but I just haven't discovered it yet.

but--

There's no point in dwelling on that now.

Vivian looked at Artoria in front of her, her expression gradually becoming serious.

The witch discovered that there was too much unknown information in the other person's words.

"Last time?"

"Have you already participated in one Holy Grail War?"

"Hmm." Artoria nodded, then gracefully dismounted.

"If my intuition is correct—"

The girl stretched out her hand and pointed into the depths of the forest.

“I remember there should be a castle up ahead.”

"Morgan, shall we go take a look?"

“Call me Master!” Vivian corrected Artoria’s form of address.

"but--"

"It's definitely worth going to take a look."

"After all, if you still remember it... it means that place must have left a deep impression on you."

Artoria didn't pay much attention to Vivian's attitude.

"Alright, let's go then, Master."

Ever since——

The two of them continued deeper into the area.

Because they had reconciled at the sacred lake, Vivian and Artoria were no longer enemies.

of course.

The two never recovered to the point where they could call each other sisters.

Now that we've met again due to a series of coincidences, the atmosphere is naturally a bit somber.

but--

Vivian and Artoria didn't want to waste their precious time.

Almost simultaneously, the two spoke at the same time:

"Master! / Artoria!"

The old and new kings of Britain looked at each other, and in the end, Artoria gave in first.

"Master, you go first."

"..."

Vivian thought for a moment and decided not to stand on ceremony—after all, she did have a lot of questions for Artoria.

First and foremost, the most important point.

That is to say, what level is Artoria's strength at this moment?

This will directly affect Vivian's decisions in the Holy Grail War.

“Artoria.” Vivian looked at the girl holding the white horse beside her.

"If I understand correctly... you must be Rider."

“Yes, that’s right.” Artoria nodded. “In this Holy Grail War, I am indeed a Rider.”

"Wasn't it the time before?" Vivian pressed.

“No.” The girl shook her head in denial. “That time I was Saber.”

"I see."

The witch's gaze slowly shifted to the docile white horse beside Artoria.

"So this horse will be your mount then?"

Rider is a rather special class.

Its overall capabilities are slightly lower than those of the three high-ranking Knights (i.e., Saber, Lancer, and Archer).

However, as compensation, Riders generally possess legendary means of transportation, including but not limited to mounts.

If Artoria was indeed summoned as a Rider—

Therefore, confirming the horse's strength level is equivalent to confirming her ability.

"Yes."

Artoria glanced at the white horse beside her, and as if recalling something, her expression became somewhat shy.

"It is indeed my mount."

"What's the name?" Vivian asked again. "Could you tell me?"

"East Starlion".

"..."

Upon hearing this name, Vivian's expression became somewhat complicated.

As the new queen of Britain, she knew that East Starion was indeed the name of Artoria's mount.

She rode this horse when she left Camelot.

only--

From the very beginning, Vivian felt that the horse looked familiar.

No.

It's not just that it looks familiar.

The witch could sense that this old king's mount had an intricate connection with her.

After a moment's thought, Vivian made her request once again.

"May I touch it?"

"Eh?"

Artoria had not expected the other party to do this.

but--

It doesn't seem unacceptable.

"No problem at all."

Artoria granted Vivian's request.

Soon, the girl made East Starion stop.

Vivian took the opportunity to reach out and touch the white horse.

Upon first contact, the witch sensed the magical power emanating from East Starion—an extremely exaggerated intensity.

But she wasn't surprised.

After all, this is indeed the legendary steed of King Arthur.

but--

Vivian felt a strong sense of familiarity when she touched the white horse.

To be more precise, I must have had contact with this horse.

This is not just wishful thinking.

Because Vivian noticed something else—East Starion clearly recognized her.

But here comes the problem!

During that period, he and Artoria were like oil and water.

They didn't even talk much, let alone discuss mounts or anything like that.

When did this feeling of familiarity with East Starien develop?

Vivian was completely baffled.

Unable to find an answer in the end, she could only turn to Artoria for help.

"Artoria...how did you get this horse?"

“It feels so familiar to me.”

"That--"

Artoria stroked the beautiful mane of the white horse in front of her, her eyes filled with a shy, girlish charm.

"You might have ridden it before, right?"

"You rode it?" Vivian frowned slightly. "What does that mean?"

"because--"