Across the heavens, I am the Avatar Sword Master

Irisviel lay quietly on the bed.

Her long hair fell on the pillow like a waterfall, shining bright silver-white under the light.

As time passed, Irisviel's eyebrows trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes with a hazy look.

Like a girl with bedgum, she stared aimlessly at the ceiling above her head.

Then his eyes changed from blank and confused to gradually becoming focused.

Her eyes were still as clear and bright as rubies, but her expression gradually became solemn.

Irisviel looked around, and the unfamiliar room made her feel wary.

"It's a room I don't recognize..."

Irisviel sat up gently, supporting herself on the bed with her hands, feeling every cell in her body gradually awakening.

Feel your heartbeat still beating vigorously and your blood still flowing. Take a deep breath and let your thoughts gradually become clear.

Memories flooded back to her mind like a tide, reminding her of what happened before she fell into a coma.

The castle was invaded, he escaped from the castle, and together with Maiya he intercepted Kotomine Kirei, but was "counter-killed" by the other party.

That agent is undoubtedly a monster.

Whether facing firearms or magecraft, he crushed his and Maiya’s coordinated operations with just his physical skills.

“Ms. Maiya!”

Recalling the scene where Maiya was severely injured by Kotomine Kirei, Irisviel became nervous again.

He has a treasure "Distant Utopia" sealed in his body, and even if he suffers serious injuries, he can rely on the healing power of the treasure to heal himself.

This was a tool that her husband had given her to save her life, and it was something that even Saber was not allowed to tell.

Besides, the android's body itself is slightly different from that of humans, and Irisviel can clearly sense the health status of her own body.

Compared to himself, Maiya is just an "ordinary person" who has come into contact with magic. Perhaps her will is stronger than his, but if she suffers serious injuries and cannot receive timely treatment, her life may be in danger.

Alice bit her lip, she knew that now was not the time to worry about Miss Maiya. After all, her current situation was unknown, and perhaps something more terrifying than death was waiting for her.

Irisviel subconsciously looked at the bundle of wire in her hand and found that it was unexpectedly still in her hand. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The soft and delicate metal wire bundle worn on her finger is Irisviel's weapon. She injects magic power into the metal wire bundle and, through two sections of magic chanting, weaves a metal-shaped magic familiar.

Although Irisviel didn't understand why the person who brought her here didn't take her weapon, having the weapon in hand gave her the courage to explore this place a little.

At least——I am not completely powerless to fight back.

Irisviel walked to the window and parted the curtains.

The night was dim and I couldn't see the scenery outside the window clearly.

One can only tell from the lights in the distance that this place is not far from the city.

Feeling the flow of magic outside the window, I could tell that there were many barriers set up here.

There's no use trying to escape by jumping out the window.

This place is like a magic fortress, and it is difficult to break out by yourself.

Now there is no Saber, no Maiya, and no Kiritsugu by her side. She can only rely on herself for everything.

This was the first time that Irisviel was alone in an unfamiliar environment.

It also made Alice feel somewhat uneasy.

Irisviel looked around the room nervously.

After realizing that there was no magic in the room to monitor him, and also not finding the surveillance camera that Emiya Kiritsugu told him he could use to spy, he walked cautiously toward the door.

He put his ear against the wooden door, listening attentively to the noise outside the room.

After making sure there were no footsteps outside, he gently turned the doorknob of the room.

With the sound of "creaking" the door opened, the door of my room was unexpectedly opened.

Originally, Irisviel had already prepared for the door to be unable to be opened from the inside, and was even prepared to use the wire bundle in her hand to force the door open.

I didn't expect that the door of my room could be opened so easily.

There were no ropes to restrain him, and it didn't seem like he was being forced into confinement, as if the person who brought him here didn't mind him leaving the room to explore.

Although she had some doubts in her mind, Irisviel still cautiously poked her head out of the room and carefully observed the movements in the corridor.

The walls of the corridor are light gray, with exquisite calligraphy and paintings hanging on both sides.

There are simple potted plants on both sides of the door, which makes this place look not like a magician's secret base, but rather like the place where he lives his daily life.

On the opposite side of the room, there is another room with its door half-open.

And in this half-open room, Irisviel actually discovered the existence of Miss Maiya.

Maiya seemed to be the same as herself, not tied up by ropes, but lying quietly on the bed, like a sleeping beauty.

After seeing Maiya, Irisviel immediately put her hand on Maiya's forehead, used magic to check Maiya's physical condition, and then used healing magic to heal Maiya.

To Irisviel’s surprise, Maiya was in good physical condition, with no signs of injury on her body.

Even the clothes Maiya was wearing now looked brand new, without any signs of damage.

It looks like someone has been treated.

Although she has not yet regained consciousness, her body is fine.

This was the first time Irisviel saw Maiya sleeping.

Her face no longer had the usual stubborn and indifferent expression, and she looked much softer, like a young girl.

Irisviel took her hand off Maiya’s forehead and fell into deep thought.

She thought about the scene before she fell into coma.

Who brought me here?

Is it Kotomine Kirei?

Or the Tin Man?

If it was Kotomine Kirei, would he be so kind as to treat Maiya?

Thinking of the other person's cold and ruthless eyes, Irisviel shook her head and rejected her idea.

If it wasn't Kotomine Kirei, then it could only be the iron man in the steel armor...

"It seems that the person who brought me here must be the silver tin man..."

Irisviel sat beside the bed, looking at the unconscious Maiya and analyzing the current situation.

"The other party doesn't look like a passing magician. He should also be a Master participating in this Holy Grail War."

“But why did the other party save Maiya…”

Although she was happy to see that Maiya was okay, Irisviel was still a little confused.

After all, in her understanding, the Holy Grail War should be a battle between seven Masters, leading the heroic spirits they summoned, for the ownership of the Holy Grail. Only the winner who survives in the end will obtain the ownership of the Holy Grail and realize his wish.

The Masters are eager to do everything they can to weaken the strength of their group, so how can they lend a helping hand to others?

The Holy Grail War is not a game.

There is only the last group and only one winner, so the Holy Grail War is cruel and unscrupulous.

Magicians are a group of guys who will do anything to get to the root of the problem. Normal magicians will not help members of other groups at all.

This is a gesture of goodwill.

Irisviel thought so.

Just as Alice was thinking, footsteps were heard outside the corridor.

Judging from the voice, it seemed that there was only one person.

Alice looked outside the door nervously. Even though she concluded that the other party's behavior did not contain any malicious intent, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

The long shadow first entered Irisviel's sight, and a vague feeling of oppression lingered in her heart.

It was not until the owner of the shadow actually came into her sight that Irisviel could see the true appearance of the person.

How...how could it be a child?

He looks about twelve or thirteen years old.

"Good evening, Mrs. Irisviel."

The child said so.