In the early morning, everything is shrouded in the silence of the night.
After the conversation, Ren ran into the forest to harm the animals and plants, and the elusive Emiya Kiritsugu also left the castle.
Kariya has already rested, but the immortal cultivators are still having a pleasant nightlife.
The incandescent light in the room was still on, and Irisviel was sitting at the desk, holding a copy of "The Little Prince" and reading quietly.
Knowing that time was running out, the wife did not have much fear in her heart. This day would eventually come, but the concern and reluctance for her husband and daughter Ilya made it difficult for her to sleep.
"Irisviel, do you like this book very much?" Arturia sat aside and looked at her curiously.
King Daimao couldn't sleep either. Although she had a physical body as a servant, she had long-standing habits and had the heart of the red dragon. She didn't need much sleep.
The wife showed a shy smile and said softly:
"Maybe it's a bit naive. I like stories full of fantasy and fairy tales. In addition to The Little Prince, there are also books like Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings."
As an android, Irisviel is actually only 9 years old.
She had been living in the Midwinter City before and was not deeply involved in the world. Even though she already had a daughter, she was gentle and virtuous while still maintaining the innocence and kindness of a girl.
"How could it be possible? That guy Wu Ming actually looks at Ultraman Taro. He is really childish."
Saber smiled and shook her head, scolding someone by the way. After she learned what Ultraman was, she was quite speechless at the behavior of Mu Ming and Matou Kariya.
It was a TV series for children, but two grown men still watched it with great interest.
Ren: What happened to Ultraman? Did he eat your rice?
"It's okay, Saber. I think people who like these seemingly childish things are not too bad at heart."
The wife pursed her lips and snickered. Sometimes men can be a little childish, even her husband Emiya Kiritsugu is no exception.
After a moment, she reached out and picked up the "Lord of the Rings" on the table: "Saber, you know, I talked to Wu Ming and asked him if he was a Maiya."
"Maiya, is this impossible?"
King Da Mao was stunned. She also knew the book "Lord of the Rings". He mentioned it specifically when he and Wu Ming watched Ultraman last time.
Irisviel just happened to have it. She also read the preface and had a rough understanding of the story.
"Didn't he claim to be some kind of imaginary heroic spirit? That's why I asked him that, but unfortunately he said no." Irisviel shook her head, with a bit of regret on her face.
How interesting it would be if Wuming were a Maiya.
King Daimao frowned: "I think he has an extraordinary origin, but it seems that there is really no legend about him."
Irisviel nodded in agreement. None of them thought that Wuming's origin was as simple as what he said. If that were the case, he shouldn't be so powerful.
The wife seemed a little confused and said uncertainly:
"Wu Ming claims to be a second-rate mage. He talks about dual-wielding... Gandalf the Crazy Fighter and is proficient in the Illuminating Archmage.
Gandalf is his idol, and then he says that Israel...the King of Fighters, the Axe-King of Uruk, and the Sword Master of Britain...are his future role models. "
Saber looked confused and felt very speechless. It was all a mess. The longer we got along, the more weird he felt.
King Dumao didn't understand these words, and even the title "British Sword Master" didn't remind her of Merlin, and she just found it baffling.
"Irisviel, are you curious about him?"
"Well, Saber, don't you think he's interesting?"
King Da Mao nodded and said helplessly: "Maybe, he is quite mysterious, but his mouth is too poisonous."
Every time I think of that guy, I always have the urge to hit him.
Irisviel stared at the girl-like Arturia for a while, then suddenly smiled:
"Saber, how does it feel to be treated like a little girl?"
"This... is a bit strange, and I'm not used to it." King Daimao frowned and said hesitantly, "I don't like his tone of coaxing little girls."
The wife was silent for a while, and then said slowly in a soft voice:
"Saber, maybe it's my misunderstanding. I feel that you... seem to have some inexplicable hostility towards him, or some hidden anger."
hostility? anger?
King Daimao couldn't help but be startled. She was about to refute, but suddenly fell silent, and the scenes of getting along with Wuming flashed in her mind.
It seems so... She always unconsciously assumes a majestic posture in front of him, and is also more impulsive and irritable.
Is it just because of his joking words?
In fact, King Dai Mao knew that when Wu Ming talked to her, he did not use harsh words or be unreasonable, but just discussed the matter...
But she always gets angry unconsciously.
It wasn't just a matter of title, maybe she felt...his words were too harsh? Or is his presence too annoying?
Artoria glanced at the hazy moonlight outside the window, and then looked at Irisviel with quite complicated emotions:
"Yes, I am hostile to him, probably because... he has given up on his ideals, but I choose to persist.
He told me a long time ago that he no longer wanted to be a hero, and he frankly admitted that he was a complete failure, but he did not choose to stop, but changed his attitude.
This time, he chose to fight for himself, not be a hero, and still move forward. This is what he told me and repeatedly persuaded me to let go..."
King Daimao closed his eyes slightly. For her, Wuming's existence itself was an obstacle.
His presence was a reminder to her that maybe she could just let go and change her attitude, and she wouldn't have to dwell on her past failures.
However, she couldn't accept that ending. When she thought of the blood-stained hills littered with corpses under the setting sun... she felt like a knife was twisting her heart.
She knew that Britain was destined to perish. This was inevitable, but it should not be in such a tragic way. She would never accept such an ending!
The wife looked at the lonely Saber quietly and put her hand on her shoulder:
"Don't push yourself too hard, relax, Miss Artoria, can I call you this in the future?"
"That's... no problem, that guy has always been like this anyway." King Da Mao's expression softened a little.
Irisviel smiled and held her little hand, her ruby-like eyes seemed gentle and watery:
"I think Wu Ming is right about one thing. Even if you want to pursue your ideals, don't forget to be kind to yourself."
After saying that, Irisviel stood up, and under the confused look of King Da Mao, she took out a beautiful blue dress from the closet and handed it to her.
"Skirt?" King Da Mao said hesitantly, "I need to drive a motorcycle tomorrow, so I'm going to wear this..."
The wife raised her hand to stop her words and winked at her:
"Girls should dress nicer and let Wuming drive the motorcycle. He also likes racing anyway."
Saber had always insisted on wearing men's clothes before, so she picked out a black suit for her.
But now she also thinks that Wu Ming is right. Saber is the King of Knights, and there is no conflict with her being a woman.
"Okay." Facing Irisviel's gentle gaze, Saber hesitated but did not refuse her kindness.
"Great, let's just keep it like this from now on." After changing her clothes, the wife showed a satisfied smile.
Saber is very cute like this and reminds her of Illya.
Da Mao Wang changed into a skirt, which was a bit uncomfortable, but she still nodded.
Just think of it as a small indulgence for yourself during the Holy Grail War.
