The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Altria silently repeated the name, and then suddenly remembered something.

"I see." the girl said.

"This is where I was summoned last time."

"Well...or should I say it's better to be near it."

"..."

After Altria's explanation, Vivian quickly understood why she was summoned.

It turned out that he had accidentally come to the place where he had summoned a servant before.

There must be some reason that can summon Altria here, but I haven't discovered it yet.

but--

There was no point in worrying about that kind of thing at this moment.

Vivian looked at Altria in front of her, and her expression gradually became serious.

The witch found that there was too much unknown information in the other party's words.

"Last time?"

"Have you already participated in a Holy Grail War?"

"Yes." Altria nodded, then dismounted gracefully.

"If my intuition is correct—"

The girl stretched out her hand and pointed towards the depths of the forest.

"I remember there should be a castle ahead."

"Morgan, do you want to go check it out?"

"Call me Master!" Vivian corrected Altria's address.

"but--"

“You can definitely go and have a look.”

"After all, if you still remember it... it means that place must have left a deep impression on you."

Altria didn't care too much about Vivian's attitude.

"Well, let's go, Master."

Ever since——

The two of them headed deeper into the cave.

Because of their reconciliation at the Holy Lake, Vivian and Altria are no longer enemies.

of course.

The relationship between the two has not recovered to the point where they can be like sisters.

Now that they met again due to various coincidences, the atmosphere naturally seemed a little dull.

but--

Neither Vivian nor Altria wanted to waste precious time.

Almost at the same time, the two of them spoke together:

"Master!/Altria!"

The new and old kings of Britain looked at each other, and finally it was Altria who gave in first.

"Master, you speak first."

"..."

Vivian thought about it for a while and didn't intend to be polite - after all, she did have a lot of things she wanted to ask Altria.

First and foremost, the most important point.

That is what level of strength Altria is at at this moment.

This will directly affect Vivian's decision-making in the Holy Grail War.

"Altoria." Vivian looked at the girl holding the white horse.

"If I understand correctly... you should be Rider."

"Yes, that's right." Artoria nodded, "In this Holy Grail War, I am indeed Rider."

"Wasn't it the last time?" Vivian asked.

“No.” The girl shook her head in denial, “That time I was Saber.”

"I see."

The witch's gaze slowly shifted to the docile white horse beside Altria.

"Then this horse is your mount, right?"

Rider is a very special class.

Its overall ability is slightly lower than that of the three higher-class knights (i.e. Saber, Lancer, and Archer).

But as compensation, Rider usually has legendary means of transportation, including but not limited to mounts.

And if Artoria was indeed summoned as a Rider—

Then confirming the horse's strength level is equivalent to confirming her capabilities.

"Yes."

Altria glanced at the white horse beside her, seemed to recall something, and her expression became a little shy.

"It is indeed my mount."

"What's the name?" Vivian asked again, "Can you tell me?"

"East Starion."

"..."

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? !

320. Love that makes Morgan feel inferior / Sisters ask each other / Burning Castle (4k)

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?"