“I am Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, sovereign of the Immernachtreich. O Sword Saint, become my companion~”
Artoria was training when she saw the girl before her radiating an overwhelming aura of authority. Her delicate body trembled, and her own regal bearing flared to life.
“I am Artoria Pendragon, the incarnation of the Red Dragon and King of Knights of Britain, the one who brought the Age of Gods to an end.”
“Oh no, oh no! Did I actually run into a real king?!”
Looking at Artoria, who was brimming with a kingly aura, Fischl felt her heart pounding.
“Father! I’ve finally found you.”
Oz: ???
Little Mo, not far away: ??? Thief! Father is mine!
The Tsaritsa, far away in Snezhnaya, heard the news and rushed over overnight, carrying her castle on her back.
“Artoria is mine!”
