"call……"
Emiya Kiritsugu took a deep breath. He shouldn't be so nervous, but when he thought that what he was going to summon next was a servant who could tear the sky apart and break steel and jade, the instinctive fear still rose together with his reason. mind.
As a person who calls himself a magician, Emiya Kiritsugu will naturally not treat his servants as summoned familiars like other magicians. They are all great heroes with unique personalities. Failure to do so will only lead to more serious consequences.
The command spell in his hand is the best proof. If he didn't have this thing, the status difference between the servant and the master might not be so obvious.
To be honest, he is more interested in the two classes of caster and assassin, but Ahad is right. This is not an assassination in the past, but a changeable battlefield. A powerful heroic spirit can make the greatest improvement. His error tolerance.
"Kiritsugu...the time is coming."
"I see."
Under Irisviel's worried gaze, Emiya Kiritsugu raised his right hand.
"Declare——!"
The chill and pain surrounding the whole body swept up easily, which was a sign that the magic circuit was being circulated with all its strength. However, these consumptions were nothing compared to the miracle that was to be completed next.
Emiya Kiritsugu recited the summoned words in a deep voice. Even though the winds formed by the atmosphere impacted everything around him, he did not pause at all, as if he was just a part in this ritual.
"You are the Seven Heavens who are surrounded by the three great speaking spirits, coming from the Wheel of Suppression, the guardian of the scales——"
As the word spirit ended, Emiya Kiritsugu felt that the magic power in his body had accelerated to its limit.
In the swirling wind, Irisviel, who was guarding one side, narrowed her eyes slightly, allowing herself to retain as much vision as possible in the brilliant light of the summoning array.
But her eyes were not focused on the summoning array, but on the scabbard of the altar behind it. Since that day, she had never seen anything like it again, as if it was really just an illusion.
But when I think about Illya's recent abnormality, Irisviel still can't let go.
When she was filled with worries, the light of the magic circle gradually extinguished, and the white mist slowly spread along with the figure.
Wearing close-fitting silver-white armor and a hood, a figure whose appearance was unclear appeared in front of the magic circle.
This made Emiya Kiritsugu let out a gasp of relief or relief, and he examined the figure in front of him with his sharp eyes.
And as if he noticed Emiya Kiritsugu's gaze, the figure took off his hood, revealing his full face.
With short golden hair and emerald eyes, although soft and beautiful, this figure's appearance is undeniably handsome, with an enviable sunshine-like handsomeness.
Then, he looked at Emiya Kiritsugu, whom he had the deepest connection with, and spoke.
"Servant Saber, I came here in compliance with the summons. May I ask - are you my Master?"
——
In the Einzbern Forest in the morning, at the sunny dining table, Saber, who had disarmed, was dining with Irisviel.
Although he eats very quickly, Saber's every move has a natural and elegant demeanor, which makes him look majestic.
As a homunculus, Irisviel didn't have much demand in this area. She just drank black tea quietly and put Illya on her lap with a curious look on her face.
"Doesn't it matter if Master leaves alone first?"
After finishing the meal, Saber finally asked the question first, "In this Holy Grail War, if you are too far away from the Servant, other enemies will take advantage of it, right?"
"Well, from a common sense point of view, that may be the case, but that man's talent in this area is far better than mine, and I believe him."
Although as a special product of the Little Holy Grail, Irisviel is also proficient in alchemical magic and will never be a hindrance in battle, but she is still far behind Emiya Kiritsugu.
"It seems I still haven't gained his trust."
Saber showed a slightly frowning expression, and her sunshine-like smile faded a bit, but even so, the cold feeling still showed that he was a powerful knight.
Even if the contract between the heroic spirit and the master is not limited by distance, this attitude of acting alone is the best explanation.
After being summoned a few nights ago, and after confirming his relationship with his Master, Emiya Kiritsugu left in a hurry, leaving the explanation of the specific situation to Irisviel, as if he was rejecting the heroic spirit he summoned. Same.
"You must be dissatisfied, right? But please believe him, I can guarantee that he just looks indifferent."
To say he doesn't trust Saber would be an injustice to Emiya Kiritsugu. His qualities as a Master are not outstanding, but even so, apart from luck, Saber's other attributes are top-notch. In terms of durability, It also has an A+ level, which means that as long as the master's magic power is sufficient, even when facing other rare heroes, this knight can still defeat many.
No matter from which angle he looked at it, Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't find anything to find fault with.
The reason why he maintains such an indifferent attitude is just to prevent a noble spirit like the King of Knights from causing discord between master and slave due to such despicable behavior as assassinating the master.
He and Irisviel will maintain this pattern until the number of Masters begins to decrease.
"Or? Saber, are you not satisfied with me acting as a temporary master?"
Seeing Saber's low mood, Irisviel immediately started to smooth things over with a teasing tone.
"Of course not. I am very happy that Irisviel can become my master." For Irisviel, who has breathed nobility like air since she was born, she is just like the princess of Saber's era, and, For some reason, most of the women around him were not reliable, whether they were teachers or sisters.
For a woman like Irisviel who was well-educated and pure in heart, she was like an angel to him. Therefore, even without a contract, Saber exercised the oath of master and servant to her in the interest of the knight.
"Hmph, being praised like this by the legendary King of Knights, Arthur Pendragon, does it seem like I am also very powerful?"
Irisviel showed a bright smile, and her eyes were a little gentle. She reached out her hand and gently stroked Illya's head.
The appearance of Saber can be said to have relieved her of her worries. Everything about this heroic spirit is normal, whether it is gender, strength, or noble character.
It seemed that the afterimage of the scabbard that day was indeed just her illusion. From this point of view, Kiritsugu, who deliberately concealed the existence of the scabbard from Saber and took it to Fuyuki City first, did not have to worry too much.
"Because you are worthy of this praise. However, the name Arthur Pendragon is probably the most widely circulated name for me. If it is Irisviel, you can call me Artolis. That's it." It’s my real name, but please call me Saber during battle.”
"To each other, Artolis, we must win the final victory this time!"
"Yeah," Saber smiled gently, and then looked at Illya in Irisviel's arms with doubtful eyes.
"Although it may be that I am meddling in my own business, is it okay for Ling Qianjin to do this?"
"Eh?"
After hearing Saber's words, Irisviel belatedly looked at Illya in her arms. After being held in her arms, she looked at Saber and the dining table curiously at first, but later, As usual, he stared obediently in the direction of Fuyuki City and stopped moving.
But this time was different. When he saw Illya's current actions, Irisviel understood why Saber had asked.
As Ilya breathed, hot flames spurted out of her mouth, closing and releasing them like a toy, but she still seemed not to notice, staring at the distant sky as if she felt something.
"Illya? What are you looking at?"
Irisviel gently shook her daughter to bring her back to consciousness.
"Mom?" Illya came back to her senses, showed a sacred and joyful expression, and said the words that made Irisviel feel like she fell into the ice cave.
"Don't you feel it? Dad, it's been born."
