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

But at this moment——

Something unexpected happened.

The little girl, who had just been as fierce as a demon, seemed to sense something.

She sniffed slightly and then said something that didn't make sense.

"The taste of Lord Abe..."

"You! Do you know Lord Abe?!"

"Ok?"

Sensing that the opponent's fighting spirit vanished in an instant, the knight girl, who always sought fair duels, also pulled on the reins, stopping East Starien's attack.

"what are you saying?"

"Lord Abe?"

"Hmm." The little girl nodded. "You... have a very strong smell of him on you."

"Have you ever engaged in reproductive activities?"

"Eh?!"

Upon hearing the little girl's words, Artoria immediately blushed, while Vivian clenched her fists.

At that moment, both of them thought of the same name—Ian.

"what are you talking about!"

Completely surprised to be asked such a strange question at this time, Artoria instinctively denied it after the initial shock.

"Even if we're enemies, there's no need to attack me with such words, is there?"

"I am not attacking you!"

The little girl's yellow eyes trembled, and the crimson color that symbolized flames slowly faded.

She seemed to be able to sense the uniqueness of Artoria in front of her from another dimension.

"You—"

"I have a very close relationship with Abe."

"You have certainly engaged in reproduction more than once!"

"..."

Seeing the little girl reiterate her statement with a serious expression, Artoria's initial shyness turned into hesitant contemplation.

Because she felt this scene was somewhat familiar.

Where exactly... does it feel familiar?

Oh, right!

Artoria recalled the Berserker who kept shouting "golden" during the Fourth Holy Grail War!

At that time, he also said some very similar things to himself.

However, the Berserker used a much less direct form of address than the Berserker in front of us.

"My father's friend".

Regardless, Artoria could sense that they shared a certain similarity in some way.

Could it be——

Is Ian still helping me at this moment?

Vivian was somewhat displeased to see her Rider and Berserker chatting together.

However, when she was about to issue a new order, an unexpected situation occurred.

Once again, a clattering sound came from the stairs.

This is the same way the Berserker walks.

"Berserker, why haven't you come back for so long?"

Another little girl wearing ill-fitting pajamas emerged from the darkness of the ashes.

She was a head shorter than the already petite Berserker, and her long silver hair looked like it was woven together with winter snow.

Her ruby-like eyes made her look very well-behaved, yet they also subtly revealed a hint of something more.

"I'm about to fall asleep!"

"Eh? Saber-neechan! You're here!"

Upon hearing the silver-haired little girl's shout, Artoria, riding her warhorse, immediately remembered who it was.

This is Irisviel's daughter—Illyasviel von Einzbern!

Berserker also reacted upon hearing Ilya's voice.

"My Master, do you know these uninvited guests?!"

"They're not uninvited guests at all!"

Ilya ran straight to East Starion's side, pointed at Artoria above, and said very seriously:

"This is Saber! She's my best friend!"

“But this is clearly a Rider…” Berserker muttered to himself.

Seeing this, Vivian thought for a moment and roughly understood.

Both the Berserker and her Master recognized Artoria.

So--

Let's call a truce for now.

I really want to know how strong Artoria is as a Rider-class being.

But since the other party's Master and Servant have appeared at the same time, and they also have a relationship with his nominal sister.

Vivian wasn't so stubborn as to insist on fighting her to the death.

The witch is not afraid of any of her partners in the Holy Grail War.

But that doesn't mean she'll fight every pair of partners.

after all--

That approach is actually a thankless and exhausting one.

“Then—” Vivian’s gaze swept over the three people in front of her.

"Since we know each other, let's find a place to sit down and talk for a while."

"Okay, okay!" Illya seemed very happy to meet Artoria again and agreed without thinking.

"Go to my room!"

A few minutes later.

Inside a room somewhere in the castle.

Just as Vivian had predicted.

The flames that ravaged the entire castle were indeed caused by Berserker—it was her fiery magic.

But if we're talking about the reasons...

"Just because it's fun?" Artoria looked at Illya with a hint of helplessness.

The girl knew the other person had a very strange personality, but she never expected that he would order the castle to be burned down simply because he found it interesting.

but--

Thinking about it this way, Berserker beside Ilya has maintained a fairly rational attitude.

She skillfully ensured the continued use of the castle while obeying her master's orders.

Is this... a wise Berserker?

but--

Is that really the case?

"Actually, I also have the idea of ​​destroying the magical barrier," Berserker explained on behalf of his Master.

“It’s not finished yet, and you’ve already arrived…and you’re the only ones who’ve ever been here.”

"..."

Hearing this, Xi Altria's heart sank.

Because she knew that Illya's parents had died in the Fourth Holy Grail War ten years ago.

In a way, this can be considered a mistake I made.

But Vivian didn't care about these things, or rather, she was unaware of them.

She quickly raised her question.

"Speaking of which-"

"Ilya," the witch said, looking at her and Berserker beside her, "what is your reason for summoning a Servant?"

"Sister, you're asking about that?"

Knowing that she was Artoria's older sister, Illya answered without much thought.

"Actually, I didn't want to summon it!"

"Besides, she wasn't the one we were supposed to summon in the first place."

"What does this mean?" Vivian asked, puzzled.

“Well—” Ilya grabbed Berserker’s hand.

"My uncles and aunts wanted me to summon that...that Hera...something."

"They say that guy is a killer!"