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"this is for you."

"Eh?" Toosaka Sakura blushed, "Mr. Ian... why did you buy this?"

"I don't know what to say either." The knight responded to his master.

"but--"

"I thought it suits you very well, so I bought it back."

"Is that so?" Toosaka Sakura quickly took the rabbit hairpin, put it on her head, and then turned around.

"Mr. Ian, does it look good?"

"Well, it's beautiful."

Looking at Ian and Sakura Tosaka being so intimate like lovers, Vivian felt like her heart was about to be torn apart.

She realized that she had not won at all, but was a complete loser.

But at this moment, Toosaka Rin quietly approached Vivian.

She patted the other person's shoulder and asked calmly:

"Teacher Vivian."

"What?"

The momentary indifference brought by Vivian's turning back made Toosaka Rin tremble all over.

But she still remembered what Ian had told her - she had to keep her promise.

Toosaka Rin quietly took out a paper rose from the bag she was holding and held it towards Vivian.

"Give."

"Eh?" Vivian was stunned for a moment, "Why are you giving me this?"

"It's not from me." Toosaka Rin curled her lips, "It's a handicraft that Ian just bought and asked me to pass it on to you."

"He...gave it to me?"

"Yes." Toosaka Rin nodded, "My mission ends here."

After saying this, the girl walked to the front and joined Toosaka Sakura and Ian in their conversation about hairpins.

Vivian looked at the white paper rose in her hand, and her eyes, which had originally fallen into the abyss, gradually became brighter.

She knew that this was his action because of what she had said before.

Not lost yet.

I haven't lost yet.

Although he doesn't remember anything, he still cares about himself.

I absolutely cannot give it to Sakura Toosaka.

At this moment, an idea that had never been thought of before came into Vivian's mind.

If Sakura Toosaka can fulfill her wish by participating in the Holy Grail War—

Then...why don't you try it yourself? !

303. Altria's Personal Will/Weber's Memories/Alliance Again (4k)

In a mansion somewhere in Fuyuki City.

A man with long hair was responding to something.

"Yep."

"I'm not going back today. Thank you for your kindness."

beep - beep -

He hung up the phone.

The man's name was Weber, and the call just now was from the student Toosaka Sakura, who wanted to ask if he needed a room reserved for him in the mansion.

Weber declined the offer.

because--

He has things to do.

Weber turned around, looked at the old lady behind him, and forced a smile.

"Um...Is it okay for me to sleep here tonight?"

"Of course no problem." The old lady looked kind, as if the long-haired Weber in front of her was her real grandson.

"Your grandpa is gone, and I'm the only one left here. Grandma is so happy that you can stay."

"You can stay as long as you want."

"but--"

The old lady looked at Weber's side, but it was empty.

"That big guy is called..."

"Alex." Weber quickly agreed.

"Yes." The old lady nodded, "Alex, where did he go?"

"Uh……"

Weber bit his lip.

"Grandma...Alex has some things to do and can't come to see you."

"Next time, next time I will definitely let him come along!"

"Well, OK." The old lady accepted this and said, "I must come next time."

"Yeah, I see." Weber pointed to the room at the end of the corridor.

"Then grandma——"

That was where he "stayed overnight" ten years ago.

"I'm going back to my room to rest."

"I'm a little tired today and want to go to bed early."

"Okay, let's go."

After getting the old lady's response, Weber walked towards the room.

That was where he lived with Iskandar when he was the Master.

He went in.

Everything inside is almost exactly the same as it was ten years ago.

The old lady seemed to have been waiting for the two to come back, so she cleaned the room well.

Weber walked over to the TV.

He reached out and gently stroked this old machine.

His finger touched the switch.

A white silver line flashed across the screen - it was miraculously still usable.

just.

When Weber saw the names written in the "Great Conquest" game player column on the screen, he burst into tears.

There was just this line of words.

"The King of Conquerors, and his friend Waver."

"Iskander..." Weber wiped his tears and fell into unstoppable sadness.

He clearly told himself that he shouldn't be so sad anymore, but his emotions still broke out the moment he touched upon the past.

This was the last game he would play with him.

How can I not be sad when I see the scene?

[This is a memory that belongs to Waver alone.]

[He never wrote this down in any report—even though the Clock Tower had warned him many times.]

[It’s not that this memory is so beautiful that he doesn’t want to share it.]

[On the contrary, it was a past that was too painful to look back on.]

[To this day, Weber still uses it to remind himself - to always remember how terrible it is for a magician to be incompetent.]

Ten years ago, in Fuyuki City, during the Fourth Holy Grail War.

Iskandar, a Servant, is playing a game with his Master Waver.

As a heroic servant from ancient times, the King of Conquerors is very fond of this game called "Great Conquest".

But he was also somewhat dissatisfied.

"How can the territory I conquered be so small? Is this game wrong?"

Despite his complaints, Iskandar still had a lot of fun.

But Weber was not in the mood.

With an extremely embarrassed expression, he asked about his Servant.

“I said Rider——!”

"Did you talk with Archer and Saber that day only about those meaningless 'royal ways'?"

"Yes."

Iskandar answered Weber's questions while pressing the game controller in his hand.

"That's really all we talked about between the three of us."

"but--"

"Boy, this isn't some meaningless thing."

"The reason why kings are kings is because they have their own different moral principles."

"By understanding the morality of other kings, you can gain a broader perspective, and at the same time, you can know whether the other party is on the same side as you, and then formulate relevant strategies in advance."

"How can this be said to be useless?"

"..."

When it comes to big principles, Weber knows he is no match for Iskander in a debate.

After all, the other party is a genuine King of Conquerors, while he is just a second-rate or even third-rate magician.

But even though he knew this, Waver still felt somewhat depressed.

He sat down directly next to Iskandar and asked the next question very seriously.

"So Rider, what should we do next?"

"It seems like there's nothing we can do now, right?"

"Boy, don't worry."

Iskandar looked up at the clock on the wall, and then muttered to himself:

"It should be almost here."

"Coming?"

Weber was confused.

He felt that Iskandar seemed to have done something behind his back.

but--

Weber didn't feel angry, just curious.