"Saber, since the other party has extended such a warm invitation, wouldn't it seem quite rude of the Einzbern family if we didn't go?" Hansen said with a smile.
Saber glanced at Hansen, then at Irisviel who was clinging tightly to him, and an inexplicable surge of bitterness welled up in her heart.
Hmph, I was clearly first... "Since that is a provocation aimed at all Heroic Spirits, as the King of Knights, I cannot turn a blind eye." Saber took a deep breath, suppressing the strange feeling in her heart, her tone resolute, "I request to go into battle and respond to that fighting intent."
"Very well." Hansen snapped his fingers. "Since we're going to make a grand entrance, we must have some style."
Irisviel smiled gently and followed along, saying, "In that case, please come with me to the garage to pick out a car."
Saber was taken aback: "A car?"
Hansen nodded slightly, looking as if it were only natural: "What, were you planning on running there?"
Driven by a strange sense of competitiveness, Saber subconsciously puffed out her not-so-endowed chest, her tone revealing the faint pride of the King of Knights: "Even if it is a vehicle from a later era, I can master it!"
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"Then it's perfect; we have a driver too." Hansen held Irisviel's small hand as they walked past Saber. "Madam, tonight, let's go for a drive."
Irisviel covered her cherry lips with a smile: "Ara, is this such a formal invitation? This young lady is truly honored~~"
Saber:???
...A moment later, the group arrived at the underground garage.
Parked neatly here were the luxury cars collected by the Einzbern family over the past century, ranging from vintage Rolls-Royces to modern top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz S-Classes.
Hansen's gaze locked onto an extremely flashy Mercedes-Benz 300SL, shimmering with a silver-white metallic luster.
The slender curves of the body, coupled with those unique gullwing doors, seemed tailor-made for tonight's appearance.
"This one will do."
Irisviel leaned on Hansen's powerful palm and sat in the back seat.
She crossed her long, beautiful legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings as thin as cicada wings, her slender toes faintly visible in her strappy high heels; her whole being radiated the languidness and nobility of a top-tier wealthy madam.
Saber stood in front of the car. To hide her identity and facilitate movement, she had already used magical energy to change into a sharp, black slim-fit suit, her long golden hair tied into a crisp ponytail.
The well-tailored suit perfectly outlined her upright posture, and a black tie was meticulously tied under the collar of her snow-white shirt.
Combined with that dazzling blonde hair and heroic face, Saber at this moment had less of a young girl's softness and more of a heart-pounding gallantry and androgynous beauty.
She was simply a perfect British butler and bodyguard.
"Next, it's the official war!"
Irisviel was excited yet faintly worried. Since she was going out, she wore an additional white noblewoman's winter coat, the fluffy collar making her small face look exceptionally delicate.
"Kiritsugu said he would act alone and asked me to cooperate with Saber as the Acting master, and..."
"I also want to see what the other Heroic Spirits look like!"
Hansen, dressed in a pale pink suit, took a long stride and sat down right next to the youthful and lovely Mrs. Emiya: "Then let's go, Madam."
"Saber, drive." Hansen leaned back on the leather seat, crossed his legs, and gave the command.
Saber, who had consciously taken the driver's seat, gripped the steering wheel with both hands and glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror.
She saw that fellow Hansen pulling out a bottle of juice from somewhere, unscrewing the cap, and handing it to Irisviel beside him.
The two were quite close, their shoulders almost touching.
"Madam, have some juice. The wind is strong at night; it'll moisten your throat."
"Ah, thank you, Mr. Han Sen." Irisviel took the juice, her face beaming with a happy smile. "With you protecting me, it's not cold at all~~"
Saber: "..."
Creeeak—!
Saber's hand on the steering wheel suddenly tightened, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and the expensive leather steering wheel let out a groan of being overwhelmed.
"What's wrong, Saber?" Irisviel asked in confusion.
"No... it's nothing." Saber took a deep breath. In her emerald eyes, besides murderous focus, there was a flash of imperceptible frustration.
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A sour, inexplicable emotion spread through the King of Knights' heart.
Roar—!
The engine let out a roar, the sound tearing through the silence of Fuyuki City's late night.
Screeeech—!!!!
The sound of tires frictioning against the ground was sharp and piercing, accompanied by a burnt smell as the Mercedes sports car shot out of the garage like an arrow from a bow.
Saber seemed to vent all the frustration in her heart onto the accelerator.
Blue-silver magical radiance flowed over the car's body. Under Saber's driving, the reinforced vehicle was like a violent silver beast, managing to perform with the power and momentum of an F1 race car.
On the winding mountain roads, it completed one extreme drift after another.
Inside the car.
Hansen sat with his legs crossed, maintaining a thunderous posture, as steady as Mount Tai.
Irisviel, on the other hand, held the handle with one hand and her chest with the other. Although her face was pale, her eyes were full of thrill and excitement.
"Woohoo—so fast! Saber is amazing!" the young Madam exclaimed excitedly in a low voice, as if a new world had been opened to her.
She even leaned into Hansen's arms, feeling a bit carsick.
Hansen took the opportunity to wrap his arm around the Madam's fragrant shoulder to steady her, then raised an eyebrow at Saber in the rearview mirror: "Drive slower. What if you make the Madam dizzy?"
In the rearview mirror, Saber's emerald eyes seemed to ignite with anger.
"Ruler, please do not question my driving skills! And... please mind where you put your hand!"
"I'm doing this to protect the Acting master's safety." Hansen said righteously.
Saber bit her teeth and pressed the accelerator even deeper.
"...Sit tight!"
The silver beast completed a perfect gutter run drift at a ninety-degree sharp turn, speeding towards the distant battlefield... Fuyuki City, Mion River Estuary.
Seaside Warehouse District, the dim streetlights cast mottled shadows.
The port at night was already silent and deserted, with huge containers stacked like mountains, forming a natural arena.
The sea breeze mixed with the smell of engine oil and seawater, full of the cold hardness of an industrial zone.
In this solemn atmosphere, an exceptionally handsome man was standing quietly in the open space.
He was dressed in a dark green tight-fitting combat suit, holding two spears—one long and one short, red and yellow. His posture was upright, and his beauty was unparalleled.
And a tear mole under his right eye added a bit of bewitching allure to him.
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