"Mmm... hah..."
After finishing our long journey, we finally landed at the airport. As I stretched lightly to loosen my stiff muscles, the beautiful woman beside me—tall as a model—smiled with apparent good humor.
"To think that iron mass could fly through the sky... technological progress truly is wonderful, Master."
"Ah, yeah... though it feels a bit strange hearing that from someone who flies to similar heights on horseback every time she uses her Noble Phantasm..."
"I am a Heroic Spirit. For ordinary humans to gain the right to fly through the sky—that represents a tremendous change."
"I see..."
As I nodded in understanding, she—Artoria Pendragon—gazed toward the distant direction of Chaldea, our home away from home.
"Someday, I'd like my Knights of the Round Table to experience this as well. It would be an entirely new experience for them."
"Even though they're all superhuman, they still can't actually fly... Oh, speak of the devil."
"What is it?"
"An email from Chaldea asking if our flight arrived safely."
As I showed her my mobile device, Artoria stared intently at the LCD screen and smiled softly.
"...Honestly, what worrisome subordinates. Really."
"That's because you're precious to them, Artoria."
"While I appreciate their feelings to some extent, having them volunteer to guard me when I was selected as your escort seems rather overprotective."
"Ahaha... that's true."
As Artoria spoke with slight annoyance, I chuckled wryly and recalled the events leading up to this trip.
Da Vinci-chan had granted me vacation time about a month ago.
"The cleanup after restoring human history is mostly finished. We decided everyone should take turns going on vacation."
According to her—or rather, him—I had been chosen as the first one.
"You're the greatest contributor, after all. It was unanimous."
The period granted was about a week. While not particularly long-term, considering this past year when the concept of vacation was virtually nonexistent, it felt incredibly lengthy.
Having been given this vacation, I decided to return to my home, which had been neglected for some time.
"Oh, and when you want to travel somewhere, make sure to take a Servant along. For protection, protection."
Following Da Vinci-chan's words, I brought along one reliable Servant. There were various complications—Mash couldn't accompany us due to scheduling conflicts and barricaded herself with her Noble Phantasm, and when the Knights of the Round Table learned that Artoria had been chosen as my guard, they staged a demonstration demanding to be taken along too—but I'll omit those details here.
While reproaching her overprotective knights, Artoria spoke with a gentle expression, perhaps thinking of them as precious companions.
"However, setting aside the matter of protection, I must admit I had some desire to travel with them as well. Chaldea has less economic flexibility than I expected."
"Ah... about that..."
"Yes?"
"Well, since it's a rare opportunity, I thought I'd like to go with just you, Artoria. Of course, taking all the Round Table knights would cost quite a bit, but that's not the only reason..."
"Just the two of us... you and me?"
Artoria's eyes widened as I nodded.
She had come to our Chaldea during the latter half of the human history restoration. As a Servant with whom I entrusted my life and who entrusted hers to me, I believed I had actively communicated with her. Nevertheless, inevitably, our interactions were shallower compared to Mash and other early members.
Artoria in particular, despite having human-like qualities that made her easy to interact with, was a special type of Heroic Spirit compared to the approachable Knights of the Round Table, the generally open-hearted Egyptians, and the surprisingly easy-to-talk-to goddesses from the Age of Gods. Mutual understanding would require far more interaction than with others.
I had invited her on this trip to bridge that gap.
"Would that... be a problem?"
"I see... this trip is also meant for you to deepen mutual understanding with me, Master."
"Well, you don't need to think about it so seriously. What we lack is time. If we talk normally, have tea normally, and spend time together as usual, I believe we can surely understand each other better."
"If that's the case, then I must work even harder."
"No, I'm telling you to be relaxed..."
However, Artoria shook her head firmly at my half-exasperated words.
"This is an opportunity for you to know me better as a Servant, or rather as a person. If not now, when should I make an effort?"
With that, Artoria extended her hand toward me with an aesthetically beautiful smile that any woman would fall in love with.
"Come, please take my hand, Master. As a knight, I shall escort you."
"...Er, I'll pass on that."
"...I see."
As Artoria spoke with apparent disappointment and seemed to droop her shoulders, I shook my head with resignation.
"Besides, even if you do something that cool, the fact that you're cool is already well-established."
"Oh, is that so...?"
"You're incredibly cool on the battlefield. Riding your horse while wielding your lance—like a hero."
"A hero, you say. That's quite... a title that would make the one in the kitchen jealous."
"Ah, yeah... Emiya. At least call him by name when he's around."
"Y-yes... understood."
Somehow, he seems to have some connection with Artoria, so if she called him 'the kitchen person,' he'd probably cry... his heart is apparently made of glass.
"Well, anyway..."
With that, I stood before her and extended my hand just as she had done.
"Today, let me escort you, Artoria. I'll show you that I have at least a little bit of coolness in me too."
I declared this with my most confident expression, but...
"Y-yes... I see..."
For some reason, Artoria looked puzzled.
"N-no, I know compared to you and the Knights of the Round Table, my face and behavior are pretty ordinary, but... you could at least let me act a little cool..."
As I began to sulk while speaking...
"No, that's not it. ...I already know that you're cool."
"Eh?"
What did she just say?
Before my bewildered gaze, Artoria looked directly into my eyes.
"You faced countless obstacles and despair, yet never gave up until the end, ultimately saving the world and humanity. We Servants witnessed this firsthand. ...Among all the Servants summoned to Chaldea, not one would say you're uncool."
"A-Artoria..."
"But yes... since it's a special occasion, I shall allow myself to be escorted. I am, after all, a woman."
"...If you call yourself 'after all' with that appearance and figure, various people will get angry, so let's not do that."
"?"
While the Knight King tilted her head in confusion, the hot gazes of passersby continued to focus on her. Accustomed to receiving attention as a king, she seemed completely unaware, though she had drawn considerable attention on the airplane as well.
It was only natural. With beauty that could surpass all the world's actresses combined, and a feminine figure that would make gravure models weep—despite possessing such overwhelmingly attractive looks that even women would hesitate to feel jealous, she seemed to have no particular awareness of it.
Well, Heroic Spirits basically need strength above all, and she emphasized that aspect most, so I suppose it couldn't be helped. Still, realizing I was about to escort such a beauty made me nervous, but having made such a show, there was no backing down now. Time to steel my resolve.
With a determined nod, I called to her again.
"Let's go, Artoria."
"Yes."
She gave a brief reply, and then...
"Well then, let's go, Master."
"..."
"Master?"
"...Um, Artoria."
"Yes."
"Why did you choose the arm-in-arm style?"
"Isn't this normal?"
Artoria looked at me with puzzlement. While I had only planned to hold hands at most, she had firmly taken my arm and snuggled close.
Wow, this is like what they do at foreign parties. I've only seen this in movies.
Right... for Artoria, this would be normal... I never expected cultural differences to hit me at this point.
The reason I was so flustered over a mere difference in escort style was because...
"?"
Her ample chest, as she looked at me with an innocent expression, was pressed firmly against my arm.
For someone with limited experience with women, the stimulation was far too intense. Even the woman-wise Emiya would surely change color at this chest. I believe it.
"The man and woman walking ahead are doing the same thing. Even in this era, isn't this the proper way to escort?"
"Ah, yeah..."
Well, it's correct if you consider it correct. For married couples or dating couples, it would be perfectly normal. But we were ultimately Servant and Master—in simpler terms, coworkers.
"...Well, I guess it's fine."
This was ultimately a matter of my own consciousness. I should be the adult here and accommodate her culture.
"Shall we go, Artoria?"
"Yes. ...Please escort me well, Master."
As she gently moved closer, I began walking while maintaining Sanzang-chan's taught sutra recitation in my mind to stay calm.
"Sorry for the wait—"
From the airport to my home required taking an express train. Since it was around lunchtime, I had gone to acquire something at the station.
"Welcome back, Master. I was waiting for you."
Artoria greeted my hurried return with a gentle smile.
"Oh, were you that hungry? Sorry, I should have been more considerate."
"Eh? Ah, no, it's just that without Master here, I felt somewhat... lonely, I suppose. An emotion similar to boredom seemed to well up within me."
"Eh...?"
"When I saw you returning, I felt something like joy overflow as well. Yes, so I believe I was feeling lonely—longing for your return."
"...I-I see."
"Master? Why are you blushing? Are you feeling unwell?"
"N-no, I'm fine..."
I think anyone would be embarrassed if such a strong, kind, and beautiful person said, "I was lonely without you. I'm happy you came back" after just five minutes away. This king really doesn't understand people's hearts... though I suppose that's fine in this case. If Artoria had been male, she might have been even more of a heartbreaker than Lancelot... though probably not. All the male Servants said they couldn't match Lancelot.
"M-More importantly, did any strange people approach you while I was gone?"
"Yes. ...Not strange people, but for some reason, several young women asked for my autograph. I politely declined, but what was that about...?"
"Ah... they probably mistook you for an actress or something..."
"An actress..."
"Yeah. Artoria is beautiful and cool, so some people probably see you as the ideal woman."
"I see... understood..."
Artoria tilted her head curiously. She didn't seem entirely convinced, but she really is beautiful and cool, so it can't be helped! I'd honestly want her as a boyfriend.
Well, setting that aside, it was time for the long-awaited meal.
"Here, this is your portion, Artoria."
"Thank you. ...So this is what's called eki-ben?"
Artoria gazed with interest at the box I handed her.
"The pronunciation sounds a bit like a person's name, but yes, ekiben—station lunch boxes. They're lunch boxes you can only buy at stations, and each station has its own characteristics, which makes them quite enjoyable."
"Each station has its characteristics... that's wonderful. It would add enjoyment to the journey itself."
"Exactly, that's the feeling. When you were on campaigns, your meals were... sorry, never mind, let's drop that."
Remembering her apparently tragic past dietary experiences, I tried to cut off the topic, but Artoria responded with a wry smile.
"Yes, it's generally as you heard from Sir Bedivere and Sir Gawain. ...Though I don't really understand anymore."
"...That's not because you don't remember, but..."
"Yes. ...Having become more spirit-like, I have almost no food preferences. When you first summoned me, I had none at all. ...I remember feeling bitter about it at the time, but why I felt so bitter, I no longer..."
"I see... that's tough for you, Artoria."
The Holy Lance Rhongomyniad. Through the powerful effects of that mighty spear, she had approached becoming a spirit, losing most human values in the process.
Recently, through interaction with humans like myself and Mash, she had been recovering or learning human values to some extent, but her struggles were beyond imagination.
"...Please don't look so sad, Master."
Seeing my thoughts drift to her situation, Artoria smiled at me.
"This too is my fate—something gained from a journey without regret. I accept this firmly without pessimism."
"Artoria..."
"Besides, thanks to you, most obstacles have been removed."
Obstacles. That surely referred to when she, having become more spirit-like in her values, had tried to distance herself from us humans due to concerns about the differences in our perspectives.
The differences certainly existed. But even so, we could still reach toward each other—he had taught her that.
"Yeah, really, long live Rome, I love Rome!"
"? Master, your cheeks are red—do you have a cold after all?"
"It's nothing, so leave it alone...!!"
It's absolutely not because I remembered getting carried away and saying something uncharacteristic like "I love you" back then. Absolutely not.
"Indeed, I am grateful to Rome as well. ...But I am even more grateful to you, Master."
Ignoring my state, she continued speaking.
"If you hadn't said you loved me there, I wouldn't have realized I was still human. I don't think I could have shared warm moments like this with all of you. ...Master, I'm truly glad I met you."
With that, Artoria smiled gently—a kind smile filled with genuine human emotion.
Ah, that's exactly why I could declare that telling her I loved her that day was the right thing to do.
"...You remember it well."
I'd prefer to forget it, mostly. Just part of it. I want to remember the embarrassed Artoria forever.
Ignoring my thoughts, she gently placed her hand on her chest, closed her jewel-like eyes behind her eyelids, and spoke as if savoring the words.
"It's an important memory for me. A precious treasure of mine as a Heroic Spirit."
"...I see."
"Master? What's wrong? You're covering your face with both hands."
"Nothing, nothing... Let's eat."
Tormented by emotions that were happy yet embarrassing, or perhaps ready to make me cry, I opened both Artoria's lunch box and my own.
"Can you use chopsticks now?"
"Yes. Chaldea's meals often include Japanese food, and you said chopsticks are used for Japanese food, so I made some effort to learn."
"...Artoria, you're pretty good at listening to what people say."
"Your words are always without malice and show consideration for me."
"...That's not true."
"It is."
"I wonder..."
"Please be confident, Master. I, who am basking in your kindness, am testifying to it."
"...Well, if you say so."
While not entirely convinced, there was no need to stir up trouble during our enjoyable trip, so I let it slide.
"Well then, shall we eat?"
"Yes."
We both began our meal.
"Being able to dine while viewing the scenery outside is quite pleasant, Master."
"It would be quite problematic on horseback—the side dishes would get blown away."
"Yes. How convenient things have become."
As she spoke, Artoria ate her Japanese-style boxed meal. Amazing... this part looks like a celebrity's secret getaway... I wonder where the cameras are...
"How's the taste? Is it good?"
"Yes. While the total quantity may be less compared to yours, I certainly find it delicious. Especially this... potato-like..."
"Ah, that's simmered taro. Emiya makes it for us sometimes."
That househusband is particularly good at home cooking like that... as I thought of him back at home...
"Would you like some of mine too?"
"May I?"
"Yeah. Just seeing you eat something and say it's delicious is enough to satisfy me."
When I spoke this truth from my heart...
"..."
She blinked in surprise.
"Artoria?"
"...No, nothing. Then I'll gratefully accept your offer."
Averting her gaze from my questioning look, she replied somewhat hastily, then...
"Ahh..."
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly.
"..."
"Master?"
Artoria looked at me suspiciously as I failed to deliver the taro.
There seemed to be no ulterior motive—she simply thought this was the correct way to do it.
Geez! Who taught Artoria to do this?!
"I saw you doing this with Jack and Alice, but was I mistaken...?"
It was me... sorry...
"No, not at all. There's absolutely nothing wrong with it. Yeah, nothing wrong at all. So could you open your mouth once more?"
"Yes. ...Ahh."
"Here comes the airplane—"
As the one responsible for instilling this strange custom, I fulfilled my duty. Before my eyes, Artoria chewed the taro for a while, then...
"This is nice. It's like becoming a child—I can really feel that I'm being spoiled by you."
She said this with a slightly embarrassed smile.
"..."
"? What's wrong, Master?"
"No, nothing..."
It's unfair to be gentle, beautiful, and cool, yet cute on top of all that, I thought as I continued eating my lunch box.
"Finally made it..."
After transferring trains for an hour and a half, we finally reached our destination.
"Come on up, Artoria. Welcome to my castle."
"Yes. Thank you for inviting me, Master."
As I opened the door and bowed respectfully, Artoria entered my home with a smile. Whether she properly removed her shoes due to knowledge from the Throne or because she had studied beforehand, I couldn't tell.
Looking around the unremarkable apartment room with interest, she exhaled softly.
"So this is your..."
"It's nothing special, so I'm a bit embarrassed having you look around so intently."
"I apologize... but it's rather curious."
"Curious?"
"Yes. Though it looks completely different, I feel the same essence from this room as I do from your room in Chaldea. It's as if I can sense your presence from each piece of furniture."
"Huh... well, they do say rooms reflect the atmosphere of their inhabitants."
As I nodded lightly with understanding, Artoria spoke as if savoring happiness itself.
"It has a very calming atmosphere. I feel a sense of security from this room, as if I'm being embraced by you."
"...I see. I'm glad if it helps you relax. I'll make some tea, so please sit on the sofa."
"Yes. Thank you, Master."
After confirming her nod, I headed to the kitchen.
"Sorry for the wait—"
"Yes, I was waiting for you, Master."
"Tea was fine, right?"
"Yes. ...This aroma. Did you bring some from Chaldea?"
"Well, yeah. Emiya told me, 'What you have at home is probably stale, so take this.'"
He also gave me several cleaning supplies. Having frequently been away from home during his lifetime, he apparently had strong opinions about cleaning neglected houses. I wonder if he was the type who traveled abroad frequently...
"Well, I made it myself, so it probably won't be as good as Emiya's..."
"No, that's not true. He has his qualities, and you have yours. ...While I don't have as refined a palate as you Masters, yes, I find your flavor quite pleasant."
"I see... thanks, Artoria."
"Likewise. Well then, I'll partake."
With that, Artoria tilted her cup.
"Mm, ahh... yes, this flavor is indeed pleasant. I could drink this every day."
"It's not miso soup..."
Chuckling wryly, I observed her figure anew. Despite this being my familiar home, the area where she sat seemed strangely elegant—like a different dimension.
Beautiful women are amazing... come to think of it, the legendary King of Knights is in my room right now...
"...Hey, Artoria."
"Yes. What is it, Master?"
"Would it be okay to take a photo?"
"A photo?"
"Yeah."
Such an opportunity was not only rare but might happen once in a lifetime, if at all. With such light feelings, I made the request, but...
"...I see."
For some reason, she nodded with a slightly melancholy expression.
"I understand that photographs are an invention that can preserve the present moment even after it's taken. Taking photos in preparation for inevitable parting is, yes, I believe a wise decision. ...You'll remember that I existed, won't you, Master?"
"Sorry, I wasn't thinking that deeply about it..."
"I-Is that so?"
"Yeah... I just got excited about having King Arthur in my house... if that's what it means, let's skip the photo."
"...Why? Don't you want to keep a record with me...?"
"No, that's not it. ...It would be bad luck. Taking action for the purpose of parting—I still want to be with you much longer, Artoria."
"Master..."
"Besides, I won't forget our days together even without photos. Yeah, I absolutely won't forget. I promise. So..."
"...Thank you, Master."
As if to encourage me as I dropped my shoulders slightly, Artoria smiled.
"I offer my heartfelt gratitude for your promise. Please don't forget the days we've walked together. And please continue walking with me from now on."
"Yeah... that goes without saying."
"Yes. ...But even so, let's take the photo."
"Eh?"
To my bewildered voice, Artoria spoke with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
"Actually, I was a little interested. Besides, I think photos would be a useful way to report our safety to my comrades in Chaldea."
"I-I see... if you want to take it, I'd be happy to."
As I smiled and stood up from the sofa to consider what angle to use, Artoria tugged lightly at the hem of my clothes.
"Master. This time I'd like to try something called jidori."
"Selfie."
"Queen Medb said that technique is essential for modern women."
"Medb is really immersed in popular culture... maybe she's planning to become a high school girl..."
To my grumbling, Artoria responded with a determined expression.
"As your Servant, I cannot allow myself to fall behind others. Master, please cooperate."
"...Well, alright."
Chuckling wryly at her earnest—or perhaps competitive—nature, I handed her my mobile device.
"If you press this button, whatever's shown there will be saved as a picture. So when you look cute on that screen, just press that button."
"I see..."
After receiving the mobile device, she spent some time taking various shots, but...
"...While it's interesting that what's captured remains as a picture, somehow I feel something like emptiness welling up."
"Ah, yeah... it's not that fun unless you really love yourself..."
"It seems my sensibilities differ from modern women..."
"W-well, don't be discouraged, Artoria. Look, it's fun when two people take it together."
"Together?"
"Yeah. Taking solo shots is common, but people also take them with two or more people to show off their friendships."
"Showing off friendships... I think our bond doesn't need to be shown off."
"A-ah, yeah... that's true... we are good friends... w-well, let's try taking one. I want to take a photo with you too, Artoria."
"Well... if Master says so."
Though she didn't seem entirely convinced, Artoria returned the mobile device, and I thanked her before holding it up.
Artoria reacted to the activated camera and began moving her body to get into the frame.
"With two people, it's quite cramped."
"Yeah, it is..."
"Master. If we're too far apart, we'll be out of frame. Shouldn't we move closer?"
"Y-yeah... sorry..."
While I nervously and cautiously moved closer, Artoria boldly came toward me. This was so we could both properly fit in the frame. Though she hadn't seemed enthusiastic about taking a photo together, once we decided to do it, she participated properly—I could feel her kindness in that.
However, we were quite close. To fit into the small screen, we were now in quite intimate contact.
Amazing. I won't say what specifically, but amazing. Like marshmallows. I'd once been hugged by a drunk Mash, but this sensation was far more intense than that. What is this? Is this really part of a human body? Isn't this a Noble Phantasm?
"Master? Your face is red—do you have a cold after all?"
"I-I'm fine, fine. Just a little nervous being in front of the camera."
"Is that how it works...?"
"A-anyway, look! Smile at the camera, Artoria! When taking photos, smiling is mandatory!"
"Mandatory? I see. Then..."
Nodding, Artoria showed a gentle smile.
"..."
"Master? Aren't you going to press the button?"
"A-ah, sorry... you have a nice smile, Artoria."
"I practiced."
"...I see."
Well then, I held up the mobile device again.
"Okay, cheese."
Click went the camera sound as the image was saved.
"Cheese...?"
"Ah, it's a standard cue when taking photos. ...Yeah, it came out beautifully."
"That's wonderful. May I see it as well, Master?"
"Of course, Arto—!"
As I lifted my face from the device and leaned toward her to show her the screen, Artoria also leaned in to peek at my device.
"...!"
At her beautiful face, now much closer than before, I reflexively pulled back.
"Whoa...!"
I lost my balance. My feet seemed to slip. My body was being pulled backward. I was about to fall onto the flooring, when...
"Master!"
In that instant, arms wrapped around my back and the back of my head, and my body was spun half a rotation in mid-air.
"Oof..."
Though I ended up falling anyway, I felt no pain whatsoever.
"Are you unharmed, Master?"
My beloved Servant had sacrificed herself to protect me.
"T-thank you, Artoria..."
Even at a time like this, I expressed my gratitude while trying to divert my attention from her ample chest, which was pressed against mine in a self-assertive manner. Artoria looked apologetic.
"No, I apologize. I should have been able to prevent the fall entirely. I was negligent in my duties as a guard."
"N-no, you helped just by protecting me like this. Is your back okay?"
"Yes. I don't even feel this as pain."
"Servants are amazing..."
As I chuckled and placed my hands on either side of her head to lift myself up...
"..."
For some reason, she was staring at me blankly.
"Artoria? Did you hit your head after all...?"
"A-no... it's just that in this position, it's as if you've pushed me down."
"Eh...? ...!"
Indeed, now that she mentioned it, she was absolutely right. My current position made it look like I was straddling her as she lay fallen.
"..."
"..."
In the silence, we stared at each other. Blood rushed to my head at her voluptuous body in this compromising position, at her slightly disheveled collar.
"Mas...ter..."
As Artoria looked at me with a somewhat dazed, feverish expression, my reason nearly broke for just a moment.
"You wouldn't mind ravaging her right here, would you?"
But hearing that reliable househusband's voice, I regained my senses.
"...Sorry, I'll get off right away."
Offering words of apology, I hastily stood up.
"Come on, Artoria."
"Y-yes..."
I helped her up as well.
"Really sorry. I almost kicked the bucket in a place like this."
"No, I'm the one who should apologize for being negligent."
"...Shall we send the photo to everyone?"
"Yes..."
And so we both sat side by side on the sofa.
"Look, it came out well, don't you think?"
"Yes, it did..."
"Now you're a proper selfie master too, Artoria."
"Thank you..."
"? You seem a bit down, Artoria."
"A-no... it's just that my heart won't stop racing."
"Racing?"
"Yes..."
"Hmm... maybe you're still shaken from me suddenly falling. To help you calm down, I'll make more tea."
"Thank you, Master..."
After confirming her nod, I headed to the kitchen. During that time, she kept pressing her chest with a puzzled expression.
After enjoying tea and pleasant conversation for a while, we decided to go out into town. Though when I say town, it's just a modest place with nothing notable except a supermarket and shopping district, she still asked to be shown around.
"I'm interested in how people live in this era. Besides, you called it 'just a town,' but from my perspective, I think this is a wonderful place."
Looking at the park bustling with children and mothers, Artoria spoke.
"Do you think so...?"
"Yes. People living peacefully—that alone makes this place precious, I believe."
"Artoria..."
Her jewel-like eyes seemed to be looking somewhere far away. What was reflected there? This town where I'd lived for many years, or perhaps...
"..."
"...Please don't make that face, Master. When you cry, I become sad too."
"I-I'm not crying. ...You don't regret it, do you?"
"No. ...Being called by you, I learned that human life continues in that place even now. Though my kingdom fell, I believe that something did indeed continue."
"..."
Unable to find the right words for her calm declaration, I stood there speechless.
A king who devoted her life to human prosperity, to human happiness. The brave King of Knights. To that shining star, I...
"...Artoria."
"Yes."
"I won't deny your life, your wishes, or you as a king who smiled upon your people's happiness—I couldn't even if I tried. I don't want to tarnish your brilliant way of being."
But, I continued, reaching toward the star like offering a prayer.
"I want both the current you and the you who raced through that dazzling life in an instant to be happy. I want you to experience happiness as a person, not just as a king."
That was my ego—nothing more than forcing my wishes upon her. Still, I wanted her to hear it. I wanted her, who had always thought of human happiness, to be happy as a person, not just as a king.
"But your values might be different from ours. So please tell me—anything that makes you happy, anything that brings you joy. I'll give you as much of it as possible. I'll make you happy."
"..."
Artoria fell silent at my words—not bewildered, but with a natural expression. After carefully considering my words, she spoke.
"As a person rather than as a king—that might be difficult. I still define my existence as a king."
"But..."
"However, I have certainly received your feelings. Happiness from others' well-being, and happiness given by you... It might seem rather greedy, but Master, would you permit that?"
"...Of course. You have every right to be greedy."
"I see. Then I'm glad."
As she smiled while saying this, I breathed a sigh of relief. My words had apparently reached the star.
"You should be even greedier. I want you to be avaricious."
"Avaricious... that seems like an impossible task for me right now... Ah, Master."
"Mm? What?"
"In that case, may I be selfish right away?"
"Sure. Say anything."
"Yes. Then..."
Artoria nodded at my agreement, and then...
"..."
She gently embraced me.
"A-Artoria...?"
"Could you please embrace me back, Master?"
"Eh, ah... l-like this?"
"Yes. Thank you."
Speaking gently, Artoria embraced me tenderly—not a hug showing friendship, but one sharing warmth, one of affection.
"...I often saw Jack the Ripper and the others being embraced by you."
"Eh? Ah, those kids love hugs..."
"I heard from them that it was very nice... ah, this is indeed wonderful... Even I can feel a happiness similar to relief."
"I-I see... I'm glad you're happy..."
"However, this might become addictive. I want to stay like this forever..."
"F-forever!?"
"Yes. So I'll let go now. Though I'm reluctant to."
With that, Artoria separated from me.
"Master. Exchanging words with you, sharing meals, touching like this—all the time I spend with you is happiness for me. So if you say you'll lead me to happiness, don't think about difficult things—just stay by my side. That's what I wish for now."
"...I see."
I wondered if such a simple thing was enough, but if she said that's what she wanted, I had no choice but to believe her.
"Understood. I'll do my best to fulfill that, my Knight King."
"Yes. Please take care of me, Master."
To my words spoken with a smile, she returned a gentle smile of her own.
"Well then, shall we go somewhere else..."
As I tried to continue showing her around town, I heard voices reaching my ears:
"How passionate..."
"Hugging in the middle of the street like that—foreigners really are different..."
The voices of local housewives. Looking around, even the children were watching us with curious excitement.
Right... this was a park...
"..."
"Master?"
"I-I suddenly feel like exercising! Shall we run, Artoria?"
"Eh?"
"C-come on, let's go!"
"Ah..."
Taking her hand, I hurriedly escaped from the park.
After hastily leaving the park, we walked around the town hand in hand. We looked at my old high school and strolled through the shopping district. Artoria showed interest in everything I showed her.
The educational institutions for children and the more advanced markets seemed to capture her interest as a king. Though only briefly, seeing her eyes sparkle like a child's was... well, let me note here that it was absolutely adorable.
"Well, that's about it. Thanks for coming along, Artoria."
"Thank you as well. It was a very meaningful time, Master."
As I nodded back at her gentle smile...
Growl.
My stomach rumbled.
"Ah..."
"It's already evening. Let's have dinner, Master."
"Y-yeah..."
"There's no need to be embarrassed. Stomach growls are proof that you're alive."
"Ugh... thanks, Artoria... Since we're out, how about eating out? There's a place I'd really like to take you."
"Take me?"
"Yeah. There's an Indian curry place too, but you've probably eaten that several times at Chaldea already. Today, let's go eat something you've never had before."
At my invitation...
"...Yes. Thank you, Master. My heartfelt gratitude for your consideration."
Artoria smiled softly and gently moved closer to me.
"It's because you're important to me, so this much is nothing..."
As she leaned against my shoulder contentedly, making me tense up with nervousness, I somehow managed to bring her to my intended restaurant.
"Hey, uncle, it's been a while. Table for two—do you have space?"
"Welcome back. Sit in the back there."
"Thanks. Come on, Artoria."
"Yes. So this is what you mentioned..."
Taking the hand of Artoria, who was looking around the restaurant with interest, I sat at the counter. The owner handed us glasses of barley tea, then looked at Artoria.
"...And who might this be?"
"Ah, she's my work colleague. Her name's Artoria."
"I assist him with his work. Please remember me."
"I-I see... that's good to hear. I thought you'd gotten caught up in some weird scam."
"Ahaha... I can see why you'd think that..."
As I chuckled wryly, Artoria looked puzzled.
"? Do I look that suspicious? I had Queen Medb and the staff help me choose these clothes..."
"Ah, no, not suspicious exactly. It's just that in modern times, there are still cases where beautiful women use their looks to commit fraud. Since someone ordinary like me is with a beauty like Artoria, the owner was worried that maybe..."
"I see, I understand... Please be assured, shop owner. Regardless of whether I'm beautiful or not, I'm not by his side to deceive him."
"Hmm... anyone can say that with words."
"Hey, uncle!"
"Just kidding. ...Well, it's an unlikely story anyway. If you were going to scam someone, a beauty like you could target much bigger fish than a pauper like him. There'd be no point in scamming him specifically."
"Exactly. Someone as beautiful as Artoria could easily target company presidents."
"Sorry for doubting you, miss. You're just so pretty that I couldn't help it."
At the chuckling uncle's words, Artoria shook her head.
"Not at all. ...Thank you, shop owner."
"Huh?"
"I'm truly happy that there are people like you who worry about my precious person. Please continue to look after him."
"..."
At Artoria's words, the uncle opened his mouth in surprise.
"...Hey, kid."
"Yeah..."
"What exactly is that beauty to you?"
"...A colleague, I guess."
"Would just a colleague call someone their 'precious person'?"
"It's complicated..."
"Complicated, huh..."
"?"
The uncle spent a while looking at Artoria, who was tilting her head curiously about why she was being stared at, but then...
"...Well, it's not my place to stick my nose into other people's business."
He exhaled and turned his back to us.
"Wait a bit. I'll get it ready right away."
"Thanks. Please make it extra special."
"It's always extra special."
Hmph, he laughed with apparent pleasure and began cooking. After watching this, Artoria showed a gentle smile.
"It's a familiar place for you."
"Yeah. For celebrations, I'd come here or to that Indian curry place I mentioned. Hehe, Chaldea's food is delicious too, but I was starting to miss the taste here, so I'm looking forward to it."
"...Master, do you want to return to this town?"
"Eh?"
"I heard that you were caught up in the human history restoration somewhat by accident. Now that your role is finished, do you want to return from Chaldea to this familiar town? If that's what you wish, I believe that wish should be granted."
That question was probably out of concern for me—words typical of her kindness. But there was just a slight hint of anxiety mixed in.
So to reassure her, I dramatically shook my head.
"...No, I don't think so yet. Someday I'd like to return, but not now. I still have things I need to do."
"That's not something forced upon you..."
"Yeah. Things I myself think I should do. Things I want to do."
"...I see. That's good to hear."
At my proper answer, Artoria smiled.
"Hehe, are you relieved that you can still be with me?"
At her relieved expression and the comfort showing there, I became embarrassed and said something a bit mischievous.
However...
"...Yes. Hearing your answer, the unease in my chest disappeared. Surely, this emotion can be called relief."
"...I-I see."
"Master, do you have a fever after all?"
"It's just your imagination, don't worry!"
I took critical damage from Artoria's honest words. I should never do this kind of thing again—it's all harm and no benefit. Well, in a way there is one benefit, but it's bad for my heart, so I'll stop.
"A-alright, let's toast to being able to stay together! Uncle, orange juice and... Artoria, do you drink alcohol?"
"Alcohol..."
"Weren't you drinking fruit wine recently? The apricot wine here is supposed to be delicious."
"Then I'll have that."
"Orange juice and apricot wine on the rocks!"
"Coming right up!"
After the energetic reply, the glasses came immediately.
"Well then, Artoria."
"Yes. ...To celebrate that you and I can continue walking together."
"Cheers!"
When we clinked our glasses together, a clear, refreshing sound rang through the restaurant.
After that, we enjoyed our dinner.
"Here you go!"
"Thanks, uncle! Look, Artoria. This is called yakitori. Well, it looks like something that might have existed in your time too, but it's really delicious."
"Yakitori..."
"Just try it. Ah, be careful not to get poked by the skewer."
"Y-yes... munch"
"How is it?"
"This is... fragrant. This didn't exist in that era. ...It's quite delicious, Master."
"Great! I'm glad! Eat as much as you want. If it's not enough, I'll order more."
"Thank you."
I watched over Artoria's first yakitori experience, and...
"This is called tsukune... it's soft and delicious."
"..."
"Master?"
"A-ah, no... I just thought Artoria eating yakitori was cute..."
"Cute?"
"Can I take a photo?"
"Right here and now?"
"Yeah. Photos aren't just for showing off girl power or friendships—they're also for preserving someone's wonderful expressions."
"I see, is that how it works... If Master wishes it, please do as you like."
I took photos of the puzzled-looking Artoria eating and posted them to our group chat, and...
"..."
"Oh, Artoria's face is a bit red. Is the alcohol getting to you?"
"Yes, that might be it... Even with a Heroic Spirit's body, I shouldn't get drunk so easily, but... hehe..."
"Eh, what? Reminiscing?"
"No... I just thought that I must really trust you, and that made me feel strangely happy and amused."
"..."
"Hehe, it feels nice..."
Holding the glass of apricot wine with both hands while exhaling heated breath, Artoria captivated my gaze completely, and...
"Alright, just got the perfect timing... Hey."
"What?"
"...If you're going to hold a wedding, do it here. Well, you could go overseas too, but..."
"It's not like that..."
Though the shop owner continued to misunderstand us, among various other things, dinner ended in a consistently peaceful mood.
"Thank you for the meal, Master."
"I'm glad you seemed to enjoy it."
"I think it was a good restaurant. Good enough that I'd like to come again."
"That's great. Let's come again."
"..."
At my words, Artoria's eyes widened.
"Artoria?"
When I asked, she looked somewhat embarrassed.
"A-ah, no... Master, you'll bring me to this town again?"
"...I'll bring you as many times as you want. We could even come annually."
"That sounds wonderful. ...I look forward to it, Master."
"...Yeah."
When I nodded, Artoria gently took my arm. I hid my agitation in my chest and somehow managed to maintain a natural demeanor.
"Well, shall we head home?"
"Yes."
And so we walked together down the moonlit night road.
"Sigh..."
After returning home, I was soaking in the bathtub. Artoria had practically forced me to go first. As a Servant, she wanted her Master to enjoy the first bath.
I would have preferred to let her, who had accompanied me on this long journey, have the first bath, but I was ultimately overruled.
When we first made our contract, she wasn't like this, but lately I feel Artoria has become a bit stubborn. I don't dislike it at all—that stubbornness is probably something she had during her lifetime.
If she's recovering it through our daily interactions, nothing could make me happier.
...I'm glad I invited her.
As I submerged my mouth in the bathwater, I thought about how I felt I'd learned about various sides of her in just today alone.
I'd really like to come again. Maybe next time I'll invite the Knights of the Round Table too... Just as I was making such plans...
"E-excuse me..."
"!?"
I was genuinely shocked by the sudden intruder.
"A-Artoria!?"
"Y-yes... it's me..."
At the end of my gaze, the intruder known as Artoria had entered the bathroom, fidgeting uncomfortably while pressing down on the bath towel that was her only protection.
"I heard from Raikou that Japanese women wash men's backs to help heal their daily fatigue, so I came to assist... Was I mistaken?"
"E-er, no, I don't think you're wrong, but..."
As I responded with my head spinning from the sight of her thighs visible from the edge of the bath towel, her chest that maintained its presence even beneath the towel, and above all the situation of Artoria standing half-naked before me, she showed a relieved expression.
"I see... that's a relief. ...May I wash you right away, Master?"
"A-ah, yeah... sorry, could you get me a towel?"
"Eh?"
"...I need to cover myself."
"...I wasn't being considerate enough. I apologize, Master."
"No..."
Receiving a towel from her as she blushed, I hastily wrapped it around my waist and exited the bathtub. Then, maneuvering carefully to keep Artoria out of my direct line of sight as much as possible, I managed to sit on a chair.
"...Having the great Knight King wash my back is incredibly presumptuous, but since it's a special occasion, I'll ask you to do it. Please take care of me, Artoria."
"Y-yes... then, right away..."
Feeling her breathing behind me, I calmed my mind. I was certainly surprised when half-naked Artoria suddenly entered my field of vision, but this was nothing more than having my back washed. It was fine—the situation was what it was, but it was just like a massage. Calm down, me. Don't remember that overly stimulating sight from earlier. It's fine—at times like this, I should imagine Romulus in a swimsuit as he taught me personally. Good... amazing, the worldly thoughts disappeared instantly... Rome is incredible...
"Mm... it's not lathering very well..."
Still, Artoria's taking a while... The towels and body soap are things we brought from Chaldea, so she should be used to them. What's taking her so long?
"...Hm?"
Suddenly, I saw yellow and light blue towels in my peripheral vision. Right, those towels—I'd properly brought one for me and one for Artoria, so there shouldn't be any particular problem... Wait.
Why are both those towels there? If both towels for washing bodies are there, that means Artoria behind me isn't holding either of them.
Wait a minute. Then what is Artoria lathering up right now...?
Right after I had a bad feeling...
"Then, I'll begin."
After Artoria's declaration...
Squish.
An incredibly soft sensation was transmitted to my back.
"A-Artoria!?"
I let out a scream-like voice, but Artoria didn't stop moving and responded normally.
"Mm, effort sound... What is it, Master? Was the pressure not to your liking?"
"No, it's not about pressure—what are you doing!?"
"What, you ask... I'm washing your back..."
I understand that. I understand that my back is being washed. The problem is the method, or rather, what's being used instead of a towel...
"H-how?"
To my question, she answered as if puzzled.
"With my body..."
Ah, bingo...
In other words, the identity of this towel-like sensation is the bath towel wrapped around her body. And what's being pressed against me repeatedly through that towel is Artoria's voluptuous... body.
As I became more aware of the detailed situation and felt blood rushing to my head, Artoria asked anxiously.
"Are you not satisfied with my body?"
"No, it's not about satisfaction or anything like that... Who did you hear this back-washing method from?"
"From Raikou and Tamamo..."
Those perverted Servants! What have they been teaching innocent Artoria!?
"...!"
I nearly lost my reason to the constantly applied damp softness. Somehow enduring it by gritting my teeth, I rebuilt my short-circuiting thought processes.
"Master? Should I be gentler?"
"N-no... just stop for a moment."
"Y-yes..."
Though somewhat dissatisfied, Artoria properly listened to my instruction. I breathed a sigh of relief at her stillness.
That was close... I almost manifested as a beast...
Well, currently she had only stopped moving, and her body was still pressed against my back, but compared to the previous torture-like rush of pleasure, it was somewhat better.
Now, what should I do? Well, there's nothing to think about—I'll just tell her the truth. That this country has no culture of washing husbands' backs with one's body. That it's something completely different.
But is it right to honestly tell her that? If that proud Knight King learned that, even if it was due to lack of knowledge, she had done something so indecent, wouldn't she be more than just shocked? It's a matter of honor now. For sullying that king's honor, the Knights of the Round Table might send Raikou, Tamamo, and incidentally my life to the ends of the earth.
But if I don't tell her honestly, she'll surely resume the back washing from before. Then I'd be in danger. Even now I'm at the absolute limit of maintaining reason—if this continues any longer, I'll definitely attack her. I'll attack Artoria. I don't know if my head will fly from Artoria's counterattack afterward or from the Knights of the Round Table learning the truth, but either way, death awaits me. More fundamentally, I don't want to follow my instincts and attack Artoria. It would be a choice between biting my tongue before attacking or committing suicide after.
What should I do... either way, my life seems doomed.
Well, honestly, having had such a good experience, it wouldn't be strange to die young to balance things out.
Alright, let's give up and confess—"Master...?" No, I can't die yet.
I promised Artoria we'd return here every year. To eat yakitori with her again, I need to somehow break through this extreme situation...!
"A-Artoria?"
"Y-yes."
"Thank you for washing my back. Yeah, I thought it was good—"
"Y-yes... but I only just started."
"No, that's more than enough. My back is small, you know. Now it's my turn."
"Master's turn?"
"Yeah. Recently, gender equality has been advancing. In the past, only men were washed, but nowadays it's increasingly common for people to wash each other."
"Is that so..."
"I want to wash Artoria's back too. Look, if people heard that we washed each other, wouldn't that sound nicely intimate?"
"Intimate..."
"Yeah. So let's switch, Artoria. I want you to fully experience my towel technique."
Thanks to Caesar's training, I used my somewhat developed rhetoric skills—or perhaps lying skills—to spin words smoothly. Artoria was silent for a while, but...
"...Understood, Master. I'll entrust my back to you."
"Yes! Thank you, Artoria! I'll wash you thoroughly!"
"Y-yes... If you're that pleased, it makes me happy as the one being washed..."
Speaking with puzzlement, Artoria separated from me, and I busily seated her on the chair while I stood behind her.
Good... somehow I escaped...
Chuckling wryly at my adolescent self feeling somewhat regretful, I lathered up the towel...
"Well, I'm happy. Getting to wash Artoria's beautiful back..."
There, I looked at Artoria sitting in front of me. She had removed the bath towel she'd been wearing and was holding it in her hands. Before my eyes spread her naked, unmarked beautiful back.
"..."
Finally realizing I had stepped into a new predicament, I lost my words. Artoria, with her ears red from embarrassment, turned only her gaze toward me...
"...Please take care of me, Master."
She said in a thin voice.
"......"
Thirty minutes later, I sat on the sofa, cooling my boiled head. The coldness of the canned juice against my forehead felt pleasant.
It had been a terrifying battle... subjectively, I could say it was much tougher than even the Demon Pillars.
To avoid making Artoria realize that "this country has no culture of washing backs with one's body," I had to wash her back using my own body.
"...Master..."
Perhaps pleased with the skin-to-skin contact through just one layer of cloth, Artoria called my name somewhat happily while maintaining her embarrassment about being naked.
While my reason was nearly burned away by her chest visible in my peripheral vision, the inevitable touches of her shoulders and arms for support, and her eyes and expressions colored with embarrassment and joy, I somehow managed to complete the mission.
"...With two people, it's a bit cramped."
"Yeah, it is..."
"...May I move a little closer to you?"
"...Come here, Artoria."
"...Yes, excuse me..."
After that, I have memories of entering the bathtub with Artoria with my boiled head, but I was in a semi-dazed state so I can't remember the details. What happened after I said "come here"... No good, my head won't work...
"I kept you waiting."
A clear voice reached me as I struggled to remember important things.
"Ah, sorry Artoria... I was planning to dry your hair myself..."
"No, I can do this much myself. It's not particularly long."
With that, Artoria sat beside me.
"Is something wrong, Master?"
She asked with a gentle smile. That smile was terribly feminine and seemed completely different from the one I'd seen at Chaldea.
With my still-heated and hazy thought processes somehow working, I managed to form words.
"...Your pajamas look cute, Artoria."
"...Thank you."
"Well, you're always cute..."
"...Is that so?"
"Artoria is cute, so it's unfair... you're already strong, kind, and extraordinarily beautiful..."
"Unfair... how am I unfair...?"
"It's unfair. Because everyone ends up liking Artoria."
"...If that's truly the case, it's thanks to you, Master."
"Me?"
"Yes. You helped me regain human-like emotions. ...Though it's not complete yet, if people think I'm cute and lovely, that's your achievement."
"That's not true. Artoria was cute from the beginning."
"Won't you acknowledge it as your achievement?"
"...What happens if I acknowledge it?"
"Yes. If my loveliness exists and that's acknowledged as your achievement, then I can offer all of it—my lovely self—to you. I can return your effort's result to you. Not as a king, but as a person... myself to you..."
While speaking, Artoria looked into my eyes. Moist eyes. Flushed cheeks. There wasn't the brilliant Knight King, but her as one woman.
"...Artoria, are you perhaps drunk?"
"Well, who knows?"
Artoria smiled softly. That expression had the composure of an adult woman.
"Let's sleep soon, Master. I'm also a little tired."
"...Yeah."
Nodding to her as she stood from the sofa first, I also escaped from the sofa.
After my head finally cooled from the bathroom incidents, I regained normal thinking ability after getting into bed.
"...Why am I in the same futon as Artoria?"
"? Master said there's only one futon in this house, so we have no choice but to sleep together."
"...I said that?"
"Yes..."
"I see..."
"I did say I would sleep on the sofa, but you said you couldn't let cute Artoria do such a thing..."
"I even said that much..."
I'm scared of my feverish self. Too much of my true feelings leaked out—it's scary and painful.
"You can use me as a body pillow like before..."
"No, it's fine... I'd probably not be able to sleep..."
Looking at Artoria sleeping in front of me, feeling my cheeks heat up at her slightly disheveled pajama chest area—perhaps for that reason—I directed my gaze to her face, where she had a somewhat displeased expression.
"...Was I that uncomfortable to hold?"
"A-ah, no, I'd just get too excited to sleep."
"Excited... you mean aroused?"
"No, not like that... how should I put it, my heart wouldn't stop racing. When I'm in contact with someone important."
"Racing..."
"Artoria doesn't... have that, right? Such things."
"No... I have experienced it."
"Really? That was, um... with your wife?"
"...It's a secret."
"Eh?"
To my bewildered voice, Artoria spoke with a somewhat sulking, embarrassed expression.
"Even I have things I don't want to tell Master."
"A-ah... s-sorry, I was being insensitive."
"...If you feel apologetic, I demand compensation."
"Compensation?"
"Right here, right now, make me happy."
"...Will you forgive me for that?"
When I asked, she nodded.
"...Then, excuse me."
With that, I hesitantly embraced her.
"...Was this right?"
"Yes..."
To my anxious question, she softly replied and embraced me back.
"...I see, then that's good."
Doubting whether the current situation of embracing King Arthur in my home futon was a dream...
"...Master."
Suddenly, she called out.
"What? Artoria."
"...Can you feel my heartbeat?"
"Eh...?"
Being told that, I finally noticed—a strongly beating rhythm separate from my own.
"This is... Artoria...?"
"Yes. ...This first happened this afternoon when we ended up on top of each other. When I embraced you in the park, when we touched bodies in the bathroom, my heart beat much faster than usual."
"That's..."
"...Master. Is this what you call excitement? This chest pounding that's painful yet somehow joyful?"
"..."
To me, now speechless, the heartbeat continued to be transmitted—one no different from what my own heart was beating: fast and strong.
"...Yeah. That's right. When I touch you, I get excited like you are now."
"I see... that certainly would make sleeping difficult."
"Right? So I don't think we can sleep while embracing. At least, not for us right now."
"Yes... though it's a little disappointing."
While saying this, she stopped embracing me.
"Humans are troublesome, aren't they? Always unable to do things."
"Yes. But even accounting for that, humans are filled with more than enough wonderfulness to make up for it."
"...When you say it, I can accept it honestly."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah."
If she, who lived for others, says so, it must surely be true.
"...The apology is done, so shall we sleep soon?"
To my words, Artoria nodded...
"...Um, Master."
"What?"
"..."
To my question, however, Artoria remained silent. Instead, she gently took my hand.
"Would this much be permitted?"
"..."
At her timid question and the sensation of our fingers properly intertwined, I was speechless for a while, but eventually I broke into a smile.
"Yeah, it's fine. This much actually makes me feel secure."
"Is that so?"
"Because I can tell Artoria is beside me."
"..."
At my words, Artoria blushed slightly and gripped my hand tighter. Watching such an endearing her, sleepiness finally attacked me.
Though reluctant, it was time to sleep.
"Well then, good night, Artoria."
"Yes. Good night, Master. Please have good dreams."
Gently sent off by her words, I fell into the world of dreams.
And the next morning.
"...Um, Artoria?"
"Yes. What is it, Master?"
"What is this photo posted in the group chat...?"
What I indicated with trembling hands was a photo displayed on my mobile device—showing a pair of a man and woman.
A somewhat familiar beauty smiling at the camera, and in her chest, a boy sleeping peacefully who also looked strangely familiar. Actually, it was obviously Artoria and me.
The photo showing us sleeping in the same futon had been posted to the group chat shared by everyone at Chaldea and received various reactions.
I'd prefer not to announce what kind of reactions it received. I can only say with certainty that when I return to Chaldea, I'll need to spend about a week bowing in apology, making excuses, and possibly begging for my life to various people.
"Why did you do such a thing...?"
When I asked, Artoria replied with a gentle smile.
"Yes, Master sleeping beside me was truly adorable. I heard that photos are also for preserving someone's wonderful expressions, so I took it."
"...I see."
Regardless of whether my sleeping face was adorable, I understood and accepted the reason for taking the photo.
"Then why did you post it to the chat?"
When I asked, she replied with a somewhat embarrassed smile.
"...Showing off our friendship."
She said this and smiled charmingly.
"..."
"Master?"
"...Unfair."
"Huh?"
How can I get angry when you say such cute things with such a cute face? This is why the Knight King is... she might as well become an idol.
"Um, was that... wrong...?"
"...It's fine. It's a bit scary what comes after, but I forgive you."
"T-thank you very much... Master!?"
"Ahh, so healing... Artoria is so cute."
"Um, Master... when you suddenly embrace me, I also, well..."
"...Really so cute."
While thinking I don't want to return to Chaldea, I continued embracing the lovely Artoria for the time being.