Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Artoria raised an eyebrow and retorted with a cold snort.

"You have preferences, attachments, reluctance, fear, and a desire not to die. This only shows that you are no longer a puppet simply carrying out a mission, but more like a living, breathing person!"

Is it a person?

Irisviel was slightly taken aback, then came to her senses and gave a wry smile.

"But, this is wrong..."

"What's wrong with you! You haven't made any mistakes, and you deserve to live more than anyone else in this world! So, I won't allow you to give up on yourself so easily!"

The Knight King abruptly interrupted the Winter Saintess's remorseful murmurs, issuing a command without further ado, his golden eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Otherwise, I'll go and slaughter those old fogies in Einzbernburg!"

"Saber..."

Irisviel, her ruby ​​eyes sparkling with a hint of rebellion, looked earnestly at the black tyrant who had begun to act unreasonably, smiling with genuine admiration.

"You were so cool just now!"

"Handsome? I'm only saying that now..."

Despite being praised by her Master, Artoria was not appreciative. Instead, she bit her lip, glared at Irisviel in annoyance, and then turned to look at the other cubicle, her eyes filled with resentment and frustration.

"Why did that guy save you without the slightest hesitation or wavering, while I couldn't? Damn it!"

"Because he is Samael."

Irisviel smiled and answered without hesitation, as if it were all perfectly natural.

Everything was as normal as eating, sleeping, and breathing.

"Do you believe him that much?"

Artoria looked her master up and down with suspicion, her eyes lighting up whenever a certain person was mentioned.

Irisviel leaned against the windowsill, resting her smooth chin on one hand, looking up at the vast and deep starry sky, and murmured with a smile.

“Yeah, I don’t know why, but I always feel that no matter what crisis I encounter, no matter when, Samael will come to save me, like…like…we’ve known each other for a very, very long time…”

"Impossible! You've never left Einzbernburg before..."

Upon hearing this, Artoria snorted in rebuttal.

"Hmm, maybe that was in a past life, or maybe it was in another world..."

Irisviel didn't take it seriously, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then answered jokingly, blurting it out.

What seemed like an unintentional joke actually hit the nail on the head.

A woman's biological intuition is terrifying.

"Hey, Master, you already have a Servant!"

Hearing her Master repeatedly mention her arch-enemy, King Arthur, Artoria felt indignant.

The Knight King stared menacingly at the wall, his murderous gaze almost burning through the bricks, as if he wanted to melt a series of holes in the culprit. His clenched silver teeth made a grinding sound, much like a lioness in her territory tearing apart prey that had invaded her domain. Even the sounds squeezed in his throat carried a certain resentment and bitterness.

"Mingming, I was here first..."

Faced with the servants' strong protests, Irisviel looked at the bowl that was being held tightly, smiled, raised her hand, and quietly whispered in their ear.

So, are you jealous of me, or jealous of him?

"...!"

This sudden question caught Artoria off guard, turning her from an angry lioness into a frightened rabbit. She hurriedly retreated, shook her head, stiffened her neck, and gave a harsh, cold snort.

"Who...who's jealous of you! I'm just...just fulfilling my duty as a knight!"

"Oh...I see! They're all jealous!"

Irisviel drew out her words, nodded in sudden realization, and raised her slender white index finger, smiling at the knight princess whose cheeks had instantly flushed red, her pretty face full of teasing.

Then, the Winter Saintess, who was naturally gifted at playing pranks, patted Artoria's shoulder with a knowing wink and teasing tone.

"Don't worry, every time you're in danger, doesn't he do everything he can to save you?"

"I have my own hands and feet, who needs him to save me!"

Artoria stiffened her neck and snorted coldly, the dark blue veins on both sides of her fair skin bulging, and her pretty face flushed red with anger.

That guy is my archenemy! Do you know what an archenemy is? The kind that's irreconcilable!

Even if we cooperated against the enemy on the plane; even if he treated me to hamburger buffets several times; even if he helped me bring back King Cavallaria II; even if he miraculously saved me several times...

Even if... even if...

Tch, anyway, don't drag us into this, we're enemies!

"I……"

Artoria grew angrier the more she thought about it. Just as she was about to speak and righteously criticize her Master for deliberately downplaying the conflict between them, a beautiful head that had somehow come close to her ear moved its lips and teeth.

"...Promise me..."

The silent murmur and the final, solemn admonition left the knight princess in the corner stunned, standing there for a long time before she finally reacted and looked up in astonishment.

"Alice, you..."

"boom!"

However, before Artoria could speak further, the half-closed door was suddenly pushed open by a tall, slender figure.

"Found it! The beacon in Ainsworth!"

Samael held up the bookmark in his hand, his face beaming with joy.

Unexpectedly, the flowers you plant with care may not bloom, while the willows you plant without intention may thrive.

To prevent her Prince Charming from breaking his promise during the Holy Grail War by not being able to find him, the Root Princess deliberately left new contact clues in her temporary residence.

Upon hearing the news, everyone looked at the bookmark in Samael's hand, which bore the words "To His Highness the Prince" written in delicate handwriting, with disdain on their faces.

Deceiving a young girl's feelings, ugh! Scumbag!

Amidst the silent condemnation of the crowd, Samael felt like crying but had no tears left to shed.

The woman on the other end is a yandere and a pervert! Shouldn't boys be more careful and protect their safety when they go out in this situation?

"Ahem, what were you guys talking about just now?"

Seeing that he was about to become the target of everyone's criticism, Gu She coughed a few times and quickly changed the subject.

"No, it's nothing..."

Artoria's body tensed up involuntarily, and she immediately denied it dryly.

"By the way, how do you use this?"

Meanwhile, Irisviel subtly changed the subject, drawing everyone's attention to the "proof of sin."

"It's simple. As long as you input magic power normally, you can construct a magic circle that resonates and transmits sound through the runes on the bookmark."

The ancient snake glanced at the two women who were clearly exchanging glances and hiding a little secret, and wisely shut up. It did not ask any further questions, but honestly explained the operation method that it had just mastered, as well as the approximate spatial beacon of Enzwasburg.

In fact, through the location of this device, Samael had already calculated the approximate parameters of the enemy's stronghold.

As long as Ayaka Sajou "answers the phone," he can further complete and correct the data, and find out where these guys are hiding.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Hearing that the troubles would soon be eliminated, Artoria, who was always straightforward, couldn't help but urge them on.

"That, that..."

However, Samael looked troubled and hesitated for a moment before awkwardly pointing to the door.

"Is it convenient...?"

At this moment, before Samael could finish speaking, Irisviel nodded in understanding and made a suggestion with a smile.

“Saber, I know a good buffet restaurant nearby. Let’s go downstairs and get something to eat first.”

"But……"

"Don't worry, leave it to Samael, there won't be any problems. Besides, Sera and Liselle haven't eaten yet, so don't keep them waiting."

Without waiting for Artoria to refuse, the understanding Winter Saintess pulled her servant downstairs.

Watching the two figures disappear into the corridor, Samael breathed a sigh of relief.

It's common sense to avoid involving other women when chatting with one woman.

Although this treatment of leaving him special notes was a pleasant surprise.

But Samael hadn't forgotten that he was about to face a seasoned yandere with a hidden antisocial personality.

When she sees other women around, who knows if it will trigger the sensitive nerves of that princess and cause a tragic scene.

Ai Ge, you know me.

Chapter 207 Showing off your love will lead to a quick death (4.2k)

In a secluded two-bedroom room in Enzwasburg.

So boring, so boring, so boring!

As the long night descended, a wriggling humanoid creature, wrapped in a blanket, rolled back and forth on the tatami mats laid out on the floor, muttering to itself as if possessed.

After a good half hour of fussing, accompanied by rustling sounds, a small head with short blond hair and bright blue eyes poked out from under the covers.

Neither the few chivalric novels scattered on the bedside table nor the romantic comedy playing on the TV next door could spark the slightest interest in those dull eyes.

His utterly dejected appearance was like that of a dead fish stranded on a beach, his smooth chin resting on the edge of the bed, his cherry lips opening and closing weakly as he exhaled bubbles, stepping step by step toward the end of his life, with no more attachment to anything in the world.

At this moment, Sakura Tohsaka, whose hair color had turned light purple under the influence of divine power, came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl and chopsticks. As she approached the door, she cautiously peeked out and glanced at the "dead fish" on the tatami mat that showed no reaction to external stimuli. She couldn't help but ask with concern.

"What's wrong with Sister Aige?"

"It's nothing, it's just another episode..."

Ayaka Sajou, sitting at the table, only glanced at him briefly before continuing to set the table in an orderly fashion, answering casually.

"Illness? What illness? How serious is it? Does it require treatment?"

The little girl, who usually doesn't transform into a deity, appears well-behaved and considerate.

As her younger sister, Ayaka Sajou politely declined her servant's offer, her expression calm and composed, as if she were already used to this scene.

"Never mind her."

"Huh? Why?"

Sakura Tohsaka, who had regained attention and importance outside, was slightly taken aback, not understanding what he meant.

At this moment, the blonde girl lying dead in the inner room clutched her pillow tightly, like a doll with a burnt-out CPU, gazing at the satin surface of the pillow and whimpering in sorrow.

"Without His Highness, it's so boring..."

Ayaka Sajo pushed up her black-rimmed glasses, turned her head away, her facial muscles twitching violently. Her pretty face, hidden in the shadows of the corner, was filled with the sorrow of her family's misfortune.

"Being a fangirl...this disease is incurable..."

"..."

Sakura Tohsaka was stunned for a moment, then gradually came to her senses and silently patted the back of her Master's hand with a look of sympathy.

My condolences.

"Buzz!"

Just as the two girls outside the door were wryly smiling and complaining to themselves, a half-open knight novel slipped off the blanket and rolled to the edge of the bed. A homemade bookmark that fell from between the pages onto the wooden floor shimmered with light and shadow.

boom!

In an instant, Sajou Aika, who had been rolling around on the bed, sprang out of bed as if springy, grabbed the bookmark on the floor that shimmered with light and shadow, and examined it closely, her beautiful eyes sparkling. A radiant smile spread across her pretty face as she muttered to herself.

“Your Highness, hee hee, my Prince…”

Sakura Tohsaka, who was helping to set the table, looked at the Root Princess in the room, who was sometimes clutching a card, sometimes examining it, sometimes rubbing it against her face, and sometimes gesturing wildly. Her expression was strange.

"Then now..."

"The condition has probably worsened..."