Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 467 Saber's Hostility

In the early hours of the morning, everything was shrouded in the silence of night.

After the conversation, Ren ran into the forest to harm the animals and plants, and Emiya Kiritsugu, who was elusive, also left the castle.

Kariya has already rested, but there are still cultivators who are having a pleasant nightlife.

The incandescent lamp in the room was still on, and Irisviel was sitting at the desk, reading "The Little Prince" quietly.

Knowing that time is running out, the wife does not have much fear in her heart. This day will eventually come, but her concern and reluctance for her husband and daughter Yi Liya make it difficult for her to sleep.

"Irisviel, do you like this book very much?" Arturia sat aside, looking at her curiously.

King Dumao couldn't sleep either. Although she has a physical body as a follower, she has long been used to it and has the heart of a red dragon. She doesn't need to sleep for a long time.

The wife showed a shy smile and said softly:

"Maybe a bit naive, I like stories full of fantasy and fairy tale style, in addition to the little prince, I also like Toilkin's "Lord of the Rings" trilogy."

As an artificial human, Irisviel is actually only 9 years old.

She had been living in the city of midwinter before, and she was not deeply involved in the world. Even though she already had a daughter, she was gentle and virtuous while still maintaining a girlish innocence and kindness.

"How could it be? It's that guy Wuming who still looks at Ultraman Taro. He's really naive."

Saber shook her head with a smile, and scolded someone by the way. After she understood what Ultraman was, she was quite speechless about the behavior of Wuming and Matou Kariya.

The TV series for children, two big men still watch it so enthusiastically.

Ren: What's wrong with Ultraman, did you eat your rice?

"It's okay, Saber, I don't think people who like these seemingly childish things are not too bad inside."

The wife pursed her lips and snickered, sometimes men are a little childish, even her husband Emiya Kiritsugu is no exception.

After a while, she reached out to pick up the "Lord of the Rings" on the table: "Saber, do you know, I talked to Wu Ming and asked him if he was a Maier."

"Mia, this is impossible, isn't it?"

King Dumao was taken aback, she also knew about the book "Lord of the Rings", he mentioned it when he read Ultraman with Wuming last time.

It just so happens that Irisviel has this book, and she also read the preface, and has a rough understanding of the story (Gandalf and Saruman are Maia).

"Didn't he claim to be an aerial heroic spirit? That's why I asked him that, but unfortunately he said no." Irisviel shook her head, with a bit of regret on her face.

How interesting it would be if Wuming were Maier.

King Dumao frowned: "I think he has an extraordinary background, but I can't seem to find any legends about him."

Irisviel nodded in agreement, none of them thought Wuming's origin was as simple as he said, and he shouldn't be so powerful if it was just that.

The wife seemed a little puzzled, and said uncertainly:
"Wu Ming claims to be a second-rate mage, what about dual wielding... Berserker Gandalf, proficient in lighting archmage.

Gandalf is his idol, and then he said that Israel... the King of Fighters, the Axe of Uruk, and the Sword Master of Britain... are his future role models. "

Saber had a dazed expression on her face, and she was very speechless in her heart. It was all a mess, the longer we got along, the more weird that guy felt.

King Dumao didn't understand the meaning of these words, even the title "British Sword Master" didn't remind her of Merlin, she just felt baffled.

"Irisviel, are you curious about him?"

"Well, Saber, don't you think he's very interesting?"

King Dumao nodded, and said helplessly, "Maybe, it's quite mysterious, but his mouth is too poisonous."

Every time I think of that guy, I always have the urge to hit someone.

Irisviel stared at the girlish Artoria for a while, then suddenly smiled:
"Saber, how does it feel to be treated like a little girl?"

"This...is a bit strange, and I'm not used to it." King Dumao frowned, and said hesitantly, "I don't like his tone of coaxing little girls."

The wife was silent for a while, and said slowly in a soft voice:
"Saber, maybe it's my illusion, I feel that you... seem to have some inexplicable hostility towards him, or hidden anger."

hostility?anger?
King Dumao couldn't help being startled, she was about to refute, but suddenly fell silent, and the scenes of getting along with Wu Ming flashed in her mind.

It seems to be... In front of him, she always puts on a majestic posture unconsciously, and is also more impulsive and irritable.

Is it just because of his joking words?
King Dumao actually knew that when Wu Ming talked to her, he didn't speak harshly or be unreasonable, but he was just discussing the matter...

But she always tends to get angry unconsciously.

It's not just a matter of address, she may think... His words are too harsh?Or is his presence too intrusive?
Artoria glanced at the hazy moonlight outside the window, and then looked at Irisviel with complicated emotions:

"That's right, I have hostility towards him, probably because...he has given up his ideals, and I am not reconciled.

He told me very early on that he was no longer a hero, and he admitted frankly that he had suffered a crushing defeat, but he did not choose to stop, but changed his posture.

This time, he chose to fight for himself, not a hero, and moved on.This is what he told me, and repeatedly persuaded me to let go of my obsession..."

King Dumao closed his eyes slightly. For her, the existence of Wuming itself was an obstacle.

His existence is to remind her that maybe she can let go and change her posture, the past is a foregone conclusion, and she doesn't have to dwell on past failures.

However, she couldn't accept that ending, and when she thought of the blood-stained hill under the setting sun... her heart felt like a knife.

She knew that Britain was doomed to perish, which was unavoidable, but it shouldn't be in such a tragic way, and she would never accept such an ending!

The wife quietly looked at the lonely Saber, and put her hands on her shoulders:
"Don't be too reluctant, relax, Miss Artoria, can I call you that in the future?"

"This... no problem, anyway, that guy has always been like this." Dumb Mao Wang's expression eased a little.

Irisviel smiled and held her little hand, her ruby-like eyes looked gentle and watery:
"I think what Wu Ming said is right. Even if you want to pursue your ideals, don't forget to be nice to yourself."

After finishing speaking, Irisviel stood up, and under the suspicious gaze of King Dumao, she took out a beautiful blue dress from the closet and handed it to her.

"Skirt?" Dumbao Wang said hesitantly, "I need to drive a motorcycle tomorrow, so wear this..."

The wife raised her hand to stop her words, and winked at her:
"Girls should dress nicely and let Wu Ming drive a motorcycle. He likes racing anyway."

Saber had always insisted on wearing men's clothing before, so she picked out a black suit for her.

But now she also thinks that Wuming is right, Saber is the King of Knights, but this has nothing to do with her being a woman.

"Okay." Facing Irisviel's gentle gaze, Saber hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse her kindness.

"It's great, let's just leave it like this in the future." After changing her clothes, the wife showed a satisfied smile.

Such a Saber is very cute, reminding her of Illya.

Daimao Wang changed into a skirt, somewhat uncomfortable, but she nodded anyway.

Think of it as a small indulgence to yourself during the Holy Grail War.

(End of this chapter)