『 "I shall capture her, no matter the cost. And once she is in my grasp…"
"Maid uniforms, billowing gowns, Gothic Lolita aesthetics… She shall be my living doll, donning a new ensemble every single day."
As those words echoed, a montage of Artoria—clad in an array of exquisite costumes—manifested upon the screen, a vivid projection of Medea's fevered imagination! 』
『 .....』
〜Viewer's Chat Room〜
[ Mordred (Saber): Capture her! YOU MUST CAPTURE HER AT ALL COSTS!!! I, too, yearn to see Father adorned in such finery! ]
[ Artoria Pendragon[F/Z] (Saber): …? Fine. So this is how we're playing it, is it? ]
[ Irisviel Von Einzbern: Oh, don't be like that, Saber. Those outfits actually suit you quite well… wouldn't you like to try them on? ]
[ Artoria Pendragon[F/Z] (Saber): Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I, Artoria, would sooner freeze to death, perish in the wilderness, or cast myself from these heights before I wear a single stitch of the clothing you provide! ]
[ .....]
〜IN BETWEEN〜
〜In the Worldline of Fourth Holy Grail War〜
Gilles de Rais stared at the screen, his spirit utterly consumed by a frenzied exaltation.
"Jeanne… oh, my dearest Jeanne…"
Unsurprisingly, his clouded vision had once again led him to mistake the figure on the screen for the Holy Maiden.
—
[ Gilles de Rais (Caster): Jeanne, my beloved Jeanne… It is decided! I shall ensure Jeanne is dressed in every one of those magnificent garments! ]
[ Jeanne d'Arc (Ruler): Setting aside that particular ambition… I am more curious as to how, exactly, you keep mistaking her for me? ]
[ .....]
In the First Singularity of Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragons: Orleans—
Jeanne watched the bustling chat logs with an expression of profound bewilderment.
Admittedly… King Arthur's features bore a striking resemblance to hers.
(A common plight for those sharing a particular illustrator's visage.)
And yet, the differences between them were vast, surely…
In the department of womanly curves, for instance…
—
Just as the discourse reached a fever pitch, the scene on the screen shifted abruptly.
『 Issei Ryuudou appeared within the frame.
"You vixen! I'm reporting this to Brother Souichirou at once!"
"I don't know what you're obsessing over in there, but it's undoubtedly something suspicious!"
The moment those words fell, Medea's expression darkened into a chilling gloom.
"Who would listen to the ramblings of a little monk? Go back to your studies, you squinty-eyed brat."
"I've heard enough! Those elf-like ears were suspicious enough to begin with—"
Before he could finish his sentence!
THUD
Medea slammed the door shut with finality.
She turned back, her face twisted in a look of sheer indignation.
"Calling me suspicious…?"
As her voice trailed off, the camera panned back, finally revealing the full interior of Medea's private chambers.
The room was a veritable shrine, overflowing with an exhaustive collection of Artoria merchandise.
Saber in cosplay, Saber figurines, magical artifacts, and even candid photographs taken in secret!
In short: everything and anything related to Saber.
"I really can't let Master Souichirou see this room, can I?" 』
『 .....』
『 Viewers of Countless Worldline 』
At the sight of this, Heroic Spirits and Magi alike were rendered speechless.
In this moment, they finally understood the true meaning of being the world's foremost "King Fanatic."
.....
〜Viewer's Chat Room〜
[ Gawain (Saber): ??? While I can empathize with your devotion to my King, isn't this behavior perhaps… a bit excessive? ]
[ Medea (Caster): If the opportunity arises, I suppose I could send a set your way… ]
[ Gawain (Saber): Ahem… It is indeed excessive, yet… perhaps not entirely problematic! ]
[ Mordred (Saber): Get a set for me, too! ]
[ .....]
〜IN BETWEEN〜
〜In the Worldline of Fifth Holy Grail War〜
Artoria stood paralyzed as she watched the broadcast. Beyond the magical catalysts, the room was filled with… her.
There were even photographs she didn't recall ever being taken. Artoria was utterly stunned.
This was, frankly, terrifying.
—
[ Ritsuka Fujimaru: I thought the Knights of the Round Table were the only ones obsessed with the King, but it seems Medea is on an entirely different level of madness! ]
[ Waver Velvet: Casters do seem to have a penchant for Sabers… Looking at it this way, it seems the Casters of both wars harbored rather peculiar feelings for the King of Knights. ]
[ Medea (Caster): Wait… if Master Souichirou is also in this chat, does that mean he… he saw all of that… ]
[ .....]
〜In the Worldline of Carnival Phantasm〜
Medea's face paled as the realization struck her like a physical blow!
It was then that Souichirou Kuzuki's voice resonated through the channel.
"Do not trouble yourself over it… I have known about these things for quite some time."
…Huh?
Medea froze, blinking in surprise.
Seeing that her beloved had no intention of judging her, her shock quickly melted into an expression of profound, tearful gratitude.
—
In the Third Singularity of Sealed Ends of the Four Seas: Okeanos—
Meanwhile, Jason watched the display with a look of mild indifference.
After all, no one knew Medea better than he did. If anything, this sort of behavior was perfectly in character for her…
—
As the chatter continued, the images on the screen rolled forward!