The next day, Guinevere woke up with a slight grogginess, but she wasn't at a loss. She was just a little tipsy, while the King of Heroes was completely drunk. A win!
"Heh heh, I even scored some extra wine."
Sunlight filtered through the curtains. She had spent the night in a guest room, and in the corner of that room, there were still several jars of fine wine.
She got up, washed up, and checked the time, confirming it wasn't twelve noon yet.
"The Holy Grail War is supposed to be conducted in secret, after all. Wandering around during the day shouldn't cause any problems."
In the mirror above the sink, Guinevere was dressed simply today, wearing a shirt and casual pants.
After splashing her face with water, the naturally beautiful woman left the house carrying a jar of wine. She was going to play with Medusa and Saber.
"Caster, I'm heading out!"
"Stay safe."
"Mm. If you need to, remember you can also use the Command Spells."
She came down from the temple gate and took a bus. At this time, Issei Ryudou and Souichirou Kuzuki were at school, and Sakura, Rin, and Emiya were all there too.
Though they were opponents, they still maintained their usual relationships at school. It was just that after Sakura, Rin, and Emiya identified the key Bounded Field nodes causing the students' weakness, the three of them chose to cooperate in dismantling them.
This time, Shinji Matou was not manipulating Rider to cause trouble, and Souichirou Kuzuki, who had other things to do, did not interfere with their destruction at all.
Medea's life-draining setup was not just at the school. Besides, after Guinevere gave Medea the fine wine, she was temporarily not short of mana.
Just like in the Fourth Holy Grail War of another world, the top-grade wines stored in the King of Heroes' Treasury could convert into far more mana than ordinary food.
Servants, after all, could obtain mana from ordinary food.
At one in the afternoon, at the Emiya House, while the other Masters were working hard, Guinevere stepped into the place once again.
"Saber, Rider, I've come to play with you. I brought you souvenirs!"
After a night had passed, detection Bounded Fields had already been set up around the Emiya Estate. As Guinevere stepped through the main gate, the two Servants she mentioned were already waiting at the entrance.
Just like her, Medusa and Saber had also changed into modern casual wear, and both were their classic anime outfits.
Jeans, a tight high-collared black shirt. Medusa's figure was truly excellent, and if she took off the mask covering her eyes, her beauty would be even more dazzling.
As for Saber, she wore a white shirt, a blue skirt that fell below the knee, and black tights under the skirt with short boots...
How to describe it, Guinevere was still a little tipsy. When she tossed the wine in her hand to Medusa, she had already pinned Saber down on the wooden steps in front of the gate. Amidst Saber's confusion and pain, Guinevere held her down and stroked her black-stockinged calf.
It was a very strange posture, one that Guinevere and her Lia had used many times, but to this Saber, it was pure humiliation.
It was a Mana Burst, a full-force counterattack born of shame and anger. Even with Shirou Emiya as her Master, her Strength attribute was still B.
After the fierce wind passed, Guinevere stood completely unscathed in a corner of the courtyard, leaving behind only the shattered front door and a pile of broken glass.
"Sorry, Saber, you can blame it on the fact that you rarely wear black stockings, and that I drank last night!"
"Assassin, do you enjoy humiliating me so much?!"
Though Saber was disheartened by her defeat last night, that was simply due to being outmatched. But to be ambushed and toyed with by Guinevere just now was pure humiliation. For this reason, she straightened her body and took an extremely serious combat stance, ready to go all out.
Hearing Saber say this and realizing she was truly angry, Guinevere didn't reply immediately. She rubbed her brow, wondering if she had really drunk too much.
With her rationality, after distinguishing Saber from her Lia in her mind, she shouldn't have gone this far.
It was the black stockings, the drunkenness, but also...
'Is there something wrong with my current Spirit Origin? Does the Guinevere of this world want to see Saber's shame and anger?'
Guinevere only speculated in her heart; the specific reason would require more time to verify.
However, she was indeed delighted by the touch from just now, and satisfied by Saber's more vivid expressions.
In a momentary daze, Guinevere seemed to see another version of herself on the royal palace's martial arts stage in Camelot City, about to be burned at the stake.
She saw the dry firewood being piled higher and higher at her feet, and she saw Saber-chan behind the glass window in the Throne Room, her expression as cold as ever.
'Heh, it seems you're right. This is the resentment in your heart, isn't it?'
Seeing the memories of her other self, Guinevere chuckled softly, no longer feeling like she had gone too far with Saber.
She spread her arms open and walked straight to Saber, who held her sword aloft, and said: "Saber, this is what you owe your Guinevere. How do you think the resentment and humiliation in her heart compare to what you are suffering now?"
The hand gripping the sword trembled slightly, both from Guinevere's sudden and fierce attitude, and because her right hand had seized the tip of the "Invisible Sword," causing the thick blood to stain the sword's shape.
So, did Saber owe Guinevere? Saber certainly felt she did.
Or rather, Saber felt she owed not only Guinevere, but all the people of Camelot as well, because she had failed to bring them long-lasting peace and prosperity.
Saber felt she owed all the knights of Camelot, because she was a king who failed to understand human hearts; it was she, not Guinevere, who had caused the civil war within the Round Table and the collapse of the nation.
This was why, in the Fourth Holy Grail War, when she discovered the enemy Berserker was Lancelot, both her body and soul wept in agony.
This was why, when Guinevere advanced further, pressing the sword's tip against her own chest, she instead gripped the sword tighter and truly thrust it forward.
"Guinevere, I will do it. I will give Camelot a new king, and let everything start over."
Guinevere had pushed too far.
But Guinevere dodged just in time.
"A new king, huh?"
The erupting wind destroyed the courtyard and courtyard walls, and even left the street at the entrance a mess. If the Emiya House hadn't been so secluded to begin with, the neighbors would have already gathered to watch by now.
"Saber, it seems you really do need to be corrected."
Knowing a little bit of magecraft, Guinevere could perform self-healing even without a Master's treatment.
She looked at Saber-chan, who was panting but had somehow strengthened her conviction, then looked at Medusa, who was cracking sunflower seeds beside her and using some unknown person's phone to take photos. Guinevere's mouth twitched, strongly doubting how she could even see and take photos while wearing a blindfold.
"Forget it, I didn't come here to fight you guys. If Saber-chan and I are to fight to the death, it shouldn't be right now."
At this point, Guinevere finally understood one thing: if she wanted to unlock the knot in Saber-chan's heart, she really couldn't just use her Noble Phantasm to forcefully turn her into a puppet under her control.
"But Saber-chan, you should admit that I am Guinevere, shouldn't you?"
Admit it? Just now, when their eyes met, it was because she remembered the gaze of the Guinevere who was about to be burned at the stake that Saber-chan had made up her mind.
And the person before her, whose personality and strength were completely different from her own, yet could still touch her heartstrings, must also still be Guinevere.
"So, Guinevere, what exactly are you trying to do?"
"I said it, I'm going to correct you, to see more of your indignation and humiliation."
This time, Guinevere continued to confront Saber-chan head-on. She was starting to enjoy this feeling.