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"..."

Hearing this name, Vivian's expression seemed a little complicated.

As the new king of Britain, she knew that Eaststarion was indeed the name of Altria's mount.

The day she left Camelot, she rode away on this horse.

only--

Vivian had always felt that this horse looked familiar from the beginning.

No.

It's not just as simple as looking familiar.

The witch could feel that this old king's mount had a close relationship with herself.

After thinking for a moment, Vivian made her request again.

"Can I touch it?"

"Eh?"

Altria had not expected that the other party would intend to do this.

but--

It doesn't seem unacceptable.

"No problem at all."

Altria agreed to Vivian's request.

Soon, the girl asked Dongstalion to stop.

Vivian also took this opportunity to reach out and touch the white horse.

As soon as she made contact, the witch felt the magic power emanating from Dongstalion - it was an extremely exaggerated intensity.

But she wasn't surprised.

After all, this is indeed the legendary mount of King Arthur.

but--

Vivian always felt that the touch of this white horse was very familiar.

To be more precise, I must have come into contact with this horse.

This is not just conjecture.

Because Vivian noticed another thing—Donstarion obviously recognized her.

But here comes the problem!

During that period of time, he and Altria were like water and fire.

Not to mention discussing mounts or anything like that, they didn't even say a few words.

When did this feeling of familiarity with East Starion develop?

Vivian was puzzled.

In the end, she couldn't think of an answer, so she could only ask Altria for "help".

"Altria... where did you get this horse?"

“It feels so familiar to me.”

"That--"

Altria stroked the beautiful mane of the white horse in front of her, her eyes filled with a bit of shyness that is unique to young girls.

“Perhaps you have ridden it before?”

"Ride it?" Vivian frowned slightly. "What does this mean?"

"because--"

Altria pulled the reins, and it seemed like she had pulled them halfway.

"This is the horse Mr. Ian gave me."

"..."

Vivian's eyes widened a little in an instant.

The Millennium Witch suddenly realized one thing—with only Ian’s gift as the reason, there was absolutely no way she could become a Rider-class mount.

Unless it has extraordinary significance to Altria herself.

In this case, the answer is obvious.

The Rider Altria summoned now has extremely deep feelings for Ian.

That's why he allowed this white horse to be elevated to become his treasure!

So to say--

Did I summon another love rival? !

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On the same night, on a path inside the Private Hogunhara Academy.

Scathach and Ian sat on a bench beside the road.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

Scathach, who had temporarily obtained the "couple disguise promise" from Ian, looked at the man next to her with a puzzled look.

"You've been staring at the sky over there since a while ago."

"Could it be——"

"Do you find it annoying to see me, so you have to watch those?"

"Of course not." Ian replied with a smile. "Just... noticed something strange."

"weird stuff?"

"Yeah." Ian once again looked at the sky that Scathach mentioned.

"It seemed like something rushed up just now."

"But it's gone now, isn't it?"

Scathach took Ian's arm and rarely showed her shy side which she would never show on normal days.

"Now--"

"Don't look over there anymore."

"Is it bad to look at me?"

"...I understand." Ian nodded.

"Well, that's more like it~"

Scathach snuggled up to him and said nothing more.

She knew that all this was just a winter illusion.

but--

It is indeed beautiful.

[Your feeling is indeed correct. ]

[At this moment in the night, something is indeed flying towards the sky. ]

[That was the magic power overflowing from the summoning circle that Vivian prepared—her servant summoning had been completely completed.]

[However, at this moment, Vivian is facing something far more troublesome than the summoning itself. ]

In the forest outside of Fuyuki City.

Vivian was in a very difficult situation.

Just now, she finished listening to the introduction of the mount Donstarion by the Rider Altria, whom she summoned.

This made the witch realize one thing - her feelings for Ian were very deep.

Isn't this as dangerous as Toosaka Sakura? !

Based on this conclusion, Vivian knew that she could not let her participate in the Holy Grail War.

otherwise--

Sooner or later, I will have a conflict with her because of this.

So...let her commit suicide here?

This thought suddenly occurred to Vivian.

But at this moment——

Altria, who had no idea of ​​the witch's current mood, didn't think too much about it.

Summoned in this form, she seemed to be in a very good mood.

She continued quickly:

"that--"

"Master, do you have anything else to ask?"

"If not, shouldn't I ask you?"

"..."

Altria's words pulled Vivian back from the edge of madness.

The witch's head cleared up a little.

You can't do anything rash now.

I only prepared this summoning circle.

If Artoria were allowed to commit suicide, the next servant summoned might not be as strong as her.

Besides——

Vivian looked at the girl who was nominally her younger sister.

She...seems to be completely unprepared for herself.

After much consideration, the witch decided to put aside her inner thoughts for the time being and listen to what Altria wanted to ask.

"I see, it's indeed your turn."

"Tell me, what's your problem?"

"Um……"

Artoria, holding Donstarion's hand, slowed down her pace.

At this moment, her eyes were no longer confused like before, but extremely clear.

"now that--"

"Master, if you can summon me... that means you are still alive, right?"

"..."

Vivian's expression seemed a little embarrassed - Altria's question implicitly reminded her of her failures over the past thousand years.

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"That--"

There was a glimmer of hope in Altria's eyes.

She did not intend to understand why the new king of Britain could live so long, but wanted to confirm what she was expecting with a girlish heart.