Chapter Forty-Three: Reunion

“Allah~ Allah~ Toria, so you still have this dress? It’s really beautiful~” Alice suddenly hugged Saber from behind as she stood before the mirror.

“Is that so? Just as he said, I really do suit blue clothes best.” Toria looked at her reflection in the mirror, unconsciously touching her head and murmuring to herself.

“Ali~ Who was it? Saber, I remember at that time you were disguised as a man, weren’t you? Was it your...?” Alice, who had worn a saintly expression, suddenly flashed a mischievous smile.

“Alice, what are you talking about? What do you mean by that?” Toria’s face flushed bright red, like a lion whose tail had been stepped on, as she protested to Alice.

“Allah~ Allah~ Toria, tell me, I’m really curious~” Alice ignored all of Toria’s protests and threw herself onto her.

Outside the door, Kiritsugu quietly smoked, gazing at the sky and recalling Lancer’s strange actions the previous night upon hearing of Saber’s arrival. When he overheard Toria mentioning that name only referenced in legends, all the previously disconnected clues suddenly linked together, and a peculiar smile appeared on his lips.

———The dividing line of Decency Lord———

Lancer sat at the dining table like a puppet, his whole demeanor oddly changed.

“Sakura, what was Berserker like this morning?” In his impression, Lancer had never shown the strict behavior of a warrior, instead acting like a typical adolescent obsessed with fantasy—albeit unusually powerful. So this state of a “hibernating brain” was something he’d never seen before.

“It’s breakfast, Berserker.”

“Oh, breakfast?” Lancer bit clean through his chopsticks in one go, and a strange chewing sound filled the entire dining room. Half an hour later…

“Oh my…” Lancer stood before the table, gulping down water.

“Kariya, you’ve really done me a service.” Lancer kept patting Kariya’s shoulder, not forgetting to keep drinking water.

“What happened?”

“Thank goodness the chopsticks you brought this morning were wood. If they’d been plastic, or metal…” Lancer shuddered at the thought.

“Uncle, can we go to the park today? Sakura hasn’t been in so long.” Even after almost a year in this den of sorcery, Sakura remained as she was when Kariya first met her in the park, perhaps having buried all painful memories deep inside her heart.

Watching Sakura clamoring adorably before Kariya, Lancer felt a pang of relief. Luckily, he had descended as Berserker; otherwise, who knew what fate would have awaited Sakura, whose body had already been overtaken by the Crest Worms that day. If he’d descended as another class, he’d not only need to win Kariya’s trust but defeat another Berserker—and that only if his master agreed. If his master were someone like Kenneth, it would be even more troublesome. But now, none of those worries mattered. Watching Sakura frolic under the sunlight, the unmasked Lancer flashed a “charming” smile.

“Berserker, what do you—” Knowing the harshness of the Holy Grail War, Kariya didn’t agree to go out right now. He intended to ask Berserker to help persuade Sakura, but was stunned by Lancer’s smile.

“May I ask a question, Berserker?”

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“What is it?”

“Are you really not claiming to be a man just to avoid your master’s advances?”

…

Regardless of how Kariya, scolded by Lancer, lay in the living room continuing his “peaceful sleep,” Lancer took it upon himself to take Sakura for a walk.

As a devoted admirer of young heroines, Lancer had always envied and resented the male lead of “Roses.” Now, he felt fulfilled.

His strength was already several times that of a normal person; as Berserker, it was further enhanced, so carrying Sakura posed no challenge.

Lancer had little opinion about this last-century plaza—he was only out to keep Sakura company.

Three hours later…

“Good grief~ Shopping is torture, even if you're just walking and not buying anything. I can barely hold on. Next time someone annoys me, I’ll curse them to spend a whole day shopping with girls.”

Just as Lancer was making this secret vow…

The Emperor sitting before the television suddenly shivered.

Lancer atop the skyscraper twitched all over and nearly fell.

Kiritsugu’s gun suddenly misfired as he cleaned it.

Tokiomi, sipping wine on his sofa, shook his hand.

…

Because of one person's resentment, countless victims fell.

But these were minor matters. At this moment, Lancer faced his first challenge in this world. Just as he intended to distract Sakura by taking her to eat, he encountered the person he most wanted—but least wanted—to meet.

Lancer had planned to reveal his identity at the Three Kings’ Banquet, but now, he didn’t know what to do.

At that moment, three options appeared before him.

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“Thank goodness, Renhua, have you come to save me?” Lancer, unable to decide because his mind was spinning too fast, felt saved when presented with a single-choice question—at least only three options.

①: Walk over and confess to Saber

②: Take Sakura up to get close with Alice, seeking advice on how to “raise a daughter”

③: Push down the King~~ Oh, youth

…

Lancer mentally flipped the tea table. He felt he was losing his composure; his mind might be short-circuiting, but at least it wasn’t option nine. What was with these unreliable choices? Just as he planned to ask Renhua for an answer, someone had already made the choice for him.

“Good day, sir. I didn’t expect we’d meet again.” Alice, having overheard Lancer’s words last night, knew her conversation outside had surely been caught by the man before her—a famed hero of history, after all. She decided to apologize to Lancer when given the chance, but never expected to meet him again the very next day.

“Yes, it’s surprising to meet again.” Lancer, seeing Toria staring at him, felt his heart beat at least ten times faster. Luckily, he was already a “dead man,” otherwise who knows what excitement might have ensued.

“Good day, ladies. I am—” Lancer decided he should remain calm or risk being discovered more easily.

“Berserker? Sorry, I was just surprised.” As a homunculus of the Einzbern family, Alice naturally knew what sort of class Berserker was. She never expected this Berserker could retain his emotions.

“No need for that, madam. Allow me to explain.” Lancer led the way into the restaurant and promptly ordered one hundred hamburgers and two regular meals. He knew with Saber present, nothing would go to waste. And why two meals? One for Alice, and one for Lancer and Sakura. If Lancer wasn’t satisfied, there were still the King’s hundred hamburgers. He placed the card on the table—courtesy of the fainting Kariya—and ignored the stunned staff, leading the three beauties to a quieter spot.

“I possess the ability of madness, so I have some resistance to its effects. That’s why I can usually remain lucid. Of course, during battles, that’s another matter. As long as the master doesn’t force immediate madness and lets me slowly adapt, I can stay conscious.” Lancer was not concerned about sharing information with the two women; as for the Assassin monitoring outside, Lancer paid no heed—such intelligence was irrelevant.

(Indeed, writing is most exhilarating in the morning~~ By the way, could you all add a bit more to the favorites~~ Though my daily word count isn’t high, at least it’s consistent~~ Everyone, adding to favorites is just a click~~ Please help~~)

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