Within that light, her expression, which had been distorted by pain, gradually softened, and her pale complexion quickly regained its rosy hue.
That legendary scabbard—Avalon—under the resonance of the two King Arthurs’ magical energy, displayed its true miraculous power.
Not only did it suppress Caster’s restless soul, it even began to repair Irisviel’s bodily functions that had been damaged by years of being a vessel…
Meanwhile, in the shadows of the woods outside the castle.
Kiritsugu Emiya lowered the infrared binoculars in his hand, the cigarette between his fingers having burned to its end.
“Kiritsugu…” Maiya Hisau asked in a low voice, “Should we act?
Now is the best opportunity.
Both Sabers are fully focused on saving her, and that Morgan seems to be maintaining a barrier…” Kiritsugu remained silent for a long time, a flicker of complex emotion passing through his dead, lifeless eyes.
He saw it.
That man calling himself Arthur was saving Irisviel in a way that was almost a “miracle.” It was something he, as her husband, had always wanted to do but could never achieve.
If he detonated the bombs buried under the castle now, he might be able to kill them, but Irisviel…
would also die.
“…Retreat.” Kiritsugu dropped the cigarette butt, crushed it underfoot, and turned to vanish into the darkness.
“The situation has spiraled out of control.
We need to re-evaluate the information on that man.” …Inside the bedroom.
The light faded away.
Irisviel slowly opened her eyes.
In her ruby-like eyes, what came into view were two faces that were similar yet different.
One was her trusted knight, Saber, and the other…
was the man who had saved her twice, Arthur.
“I’m…
still alive?” Irisviel felt her body was lighter than ever before, as if a weight of a thousand pounds had been lifted.
“Not only are you alive, you’re healthier than before.” Arthur let go of her hand and looked at her with a smile.
“The scabbard in your body has been activated.
As long as we are by your side, you will no longer be eroded by the Holy Grail’s curse.” “Thank you, Saber, and…
Mr.
Arthur.” Irisviel was so moved that her eyes reddened slightly.
Looking at Arthur’s warm smile, a certain longing for a “hero” in her heart was deeply touched.
Is this the legendary King of Knights?
Powerful, gentle, reliable…
completely different from Kiritsugu, who had to be cold and ruthless for the sake of his ideals.
“Just call me Arthur.” Arthur naturally helped Irisviel tuck in the corners of her blanket, his movements as practiced as those of a considerate husband.
“Since you’re fine now, we should take our leave.” Arthur stood up and glanced out the window in the direction Kiritsugu had left, a cold sneer in his heart.
Now that I’ve captured the hearts of Irisviel and Saber, Kiritsugu Emiya, how are you going to fight this Holy Grail War?
“Eh?
Leaving so soon?” Irisviel felt a bit reluctant.
“If we don’t leave, I’m afraid the smell of jealousy here will blow the roof off.” Arthur pointed toward the door.
There, Morgan stood with her arms crossed, her body radiating a dark aura as she glared at Irisviel, as if she were looking at a vixen who had seduced her husband.
“Let’s go, Arthur.” Morgan said coldly, “Since the doll is fixed, don’t waste any more time.
Or…
do you want to stay and become the master of this castle?” These words were a double entendre, causing Irisviel’s face to instantly turn bright red.
“Ahem…
then we’ll take our leave first, Madam.
Please take care of yourself.” Arthur pulled the still somewhat reluctant Artoria along and left the room under Morgan’s murderous gaze.
Watching Arthur’s departing back.
Irisviel touched her chest, feeling the residual warmth of Arthur’s Crimson Dragon Prana.
“Arthur…
the true…
King?” [Ding!
Favorability for conquest target ‘Irisviel’ has been unlocked.] [Current Status: Suspension Bridge Effect + Life-saving Gratitude.] [Reward obtained: 3000 Dimensional Points.] Walking out of the castle.
The night breeze was slightly cool.
Artoria, walking behind, suddenly spoke up with some hesitation.
“Um…
Arthur.” “What is it?” “Avalon…
that is my scabbard.” Artoria lowered her head, her expression complex.
“But I am very happy that it is now inside Irisviel, protecting her.
Thank you for telling me about this.” “No need for thanks.” Arthur stopped his pace and turned around, looking at the upright King of Knights in the moonlight: “Actually, it’s not just the scabbard.” “Saber, if one day you also need an ‘Avalon’ where you can rest in peace and take off your armor…” Arthur pointed to himself, then to Morgan beside him (though Morgan rolled her eyes): “You are always welcome with us.” “After all, only a King can understand a King, right?” Artoria was stunned.
Not needing to carry the burden of a nation, not needing to act as a hero, but simply as a…
person who can rest?
A certain string in her heart was gently plucked.
“I…
I will remember that.” This night.
The radiance of Avalon not only healed pain but also connected three hearts.
In the second half of the Fourth Holy Grail War, the landscape had completely changed.