How About You Guys Pick a Different Savior

Noticing her change, Xi Jianxi also turned his attention to the car, suppressing his magic and relying solely on his eyesight to observe.

A blonde woman, no taller than 150 cm, emerged from the car. She wore a black suit, yet it didn't feel out of place at all; she was a perfect example of a handsome woman in men's attire.

"Is that... Servant Saber?" Xi Jianxi was surprised.

His original intention was merely to take Morgan for a stroll around the city to assess the situation, but he hadn't expected to encounter the leader of the three knights, Saber, who was praised as the most outstanding Servant class, so easily.

However, Morgan's reaction went far beyond that.

She recognized Saber.

In the Holy Grail War, Servants recognizing each other was a double-edged sword, as it meant their true names would be exposed.

The Servant was Saber, someone Morgan knew, and... that spirited, beautiful face bore a striking resemblance to Morgan, with the only differences being skin and hair color.

Saber was greeting a woman exiting the car with her hand. This was an homunculus from the Einzbern family, named Irisviel von Einzbern.

"Artoria Pendragon..." Morgan spoke Saber's true name. "No, in this era, the more widely known name should be Arthur Pendragon."

Xi Jianxi narrowed his eyes. "The Sword Master who founded Camelot of the White Chalk City? King Arthur? This is truly... the Einzberns have drawn the winning ticket."

Although there was a saying that Servants appearing in the Holy Grail War could cause ripple effects.

He had dismissed it as nonsense, but now Xi Jianxi couldn't help but believe it.

"Whether to fight her, your enemy, is your decision," Xi Jianxi said casually. "I don't want any mistakes caused by disagreements."

Then, Morgan activated a cloaking and jamming magic. "Let's go say hello when night falls."

It was clear that Saber and the accompanying woman, who seemed to be her Master, the Einzbern, merely wanted to sightsee in Fuyuki City during the day.

Their leisurely wandering through the bustling new city didn't seem like that of a Master and Servant participating in the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki.

Until nightfall.

Fuyuki Seaside Park.

Artoria watched Irisviel, who was walking barefoot in the shallow water by the beach, while also keeping an eye on her surroundings and turning around warily.

"It's night now, and there's no one else here," the woman in men's attire said in a serious and commanding voice. "You've been following us all day, it's time to show yourself, isn't it?"

Irisviel also stopped, calmly looking from behind Artoria towards the direction the Servant was looking.

Responding to Artoria's voice, a Servant's figure materialized from spiritualization.

Upon seeing her clearly, both Irisviel and Artoria wore expressions of shock.

The reasons, however, differed.

"A face... just like Saber's..." Irisviel gasped, covering her mouth.

Even with preparations for participating in the Holy Grail War, this situation was far too unexpected.

Artoria's shock was even greater.

"Sister..."

"Is seeing me such a surprising thing, Artoria?" Morgan, still in her modern attire, had a mocking glint in her eyes. "Quite the reaction you're having."

"Saber's sister... so that means you are—" Irisviel realized.

Artoria recovered from her shock, her brow furrowed as she stared intently at Morgan.

"Since both of us are Servants participating in the Holy Grail War, a battle between us is natural," Artoria assumed a defensive stance. "Even if you are my sister, I have no intention of yielding here."

Unlike Artoria, who was on high alert, Morgan's attitude remained relaxed, which made Irisviel feel exceptionally uneasy.

"Be careful, Saber. Your Master hasn't appeared yet, and I don't sense their presence nearby..."

"Unfortunately, my Master is a bit of a ditherer; at this crucial moment, he's thinking about lulling a child to sleep," Morgan winked and smiled.

"Why have you come?" Artoria asked back.

She clearly felt that two presences had been following her during the day, but as dusk approached, only one remained.

Morgan smiled elegantly. "When was the last time we met like this?"

"I don't remember clearly. Ever since I inherited the throne, I've been constantly campaigning and governing the country. Sister, you rarely appeared before me," Artoria stated matter-of-factly.

Morgan's gaze at Artoria seemed to hold a mix of pity and mockery. "In the end, the Britain you worked so hard to unify has fallen apart."

Struck at her sore spot, Artoria's brow furrowed, and she stared fixedly at her sister.

After all, Britain's demise and the disappearance of Camelot of the White Chalk City were inextricably linked to her sister.

Yet, Artoria had never resented anyone. She only blamed herself for her insufficient strength, for not being a good enough king.

She knew Britain would eventually be destroyed, but at least it would have been a peaceful demise, not one filled with raging war...

"That's why I've come, descending as a Servant to participate in the Holy Grail War," Artoria emphasized. "And what about you?"

"You don't need to know, you detestable Red Dragon."

As she spoke, Morgan's attire changed. Magic swirled, and as the light dissipated, the familiar outfit Artoria knew appeared, but her face was not covered by a veil.

She held a magic staff shaped like a spear, its blade, comparable to a rapier, pointed at Artoria.

"As expected..."

Without a hint of hesitation, Artoria accepted the reality of fighting her sister. The armor woven from magic instantly replaced her black suit.

Artoria understood deeply that she and her sister, Morgan, were two irreconcilable beings.

Chapter 9: Morgan VS Artoria

Something is wrong.

This was Artoria's most direct feeling.

In her understanding, her sister, Morgan, the Fairy Queen of Britain, was a genius who could rival Merlin the Mage of Flowers.

But that was limited to magecraft. Even with A-rank Instinct and A-rank Magic Resistance, Artoria dared not rely on these advantages against a Caster when facing Morgan.

So, facing Morgan's declaration of war, Artoria unleashed her powerful magic almost without hesitation, shortening the distance of less than ten meters in an instant, hoping to strike a decisive blow and defeat Morgan.

But... Artoria's Invisible Air was not only blocked by Morgan, but Morgan even swung the Demon Spear in her hand, parrying Artoria's forceful slash and creating distance again.

Artoria gripped the sword hilt with both hands, lowered her stance, and focused intently on her sister.

She didn't remember her sister being so skilled in close-quarters combat, wielding a weapon that was both a staff and a spear so proficiently.

Historically, after Britain's destruction, her sister gradually withdrew from the stage of history. As for when she died and was recorded on the Throne of Heroes, Artoria didn't know.

Did she learn spear techniques after that?

Or... was Morgan's class not Caster? But Lancer?

Thinking of this, Artoria glanced back at Irisviel on the beach. Irisviel was not Artoria's Master, but merely a nominal proxy Master, acting on behalf of the original Master who was unwilling to communicate with her Servant.

Without the Holy Grail granting Masters the right to view their Servants' classes, there was no way to know the opponent's class.

"Saber, be careful. I can only help you with healing magecraft. Other than that..."

Irisviel, not caring that her feet were still bare on the cold seawater, whispered her reminder to Artoria.

"A quick victory is no longer possible. I also don't know my sister's true strength," Artoria calmly analyzed the current situation. "You be careful of her magecraft."

If Morgan, while engaging in close-quarters combat, were to launch a magical attack at Irisviel, Artoria wouldn't have time to defend.

Already a genius magus, and now possessing the skill to hold her own in close combat, Artoria was certain that Morgan, summoned as a Servant, would be even more troublesome than in her mortal life.

"Not attacking anymore? Then I'll attack," Morgan said, gripping the Demon Spear in one hand, the spear hidden behind her.

Here it comes!

Artoria's intuition instantly put her in an offensive stance.

Irisviel, witnessing all this, was so shocked she almost forgot to breathe.

She had initially expected an overwhelming victory for the swordsman against the magus, a clean win after a close-quarters engagement.

However, the immense magical power unleashed during the battle exceeded her imagination, as did the intensity of the fight.

The collision of just the spearhead and the sword blade couldn't possibly generate such a destructive torrent.

Every step they took caused the shore to deeply indent.

The wind pressure from every missed weapon swing was enough to sever tree trunks on the coast.

The wind howled along the seaside, and the sea surface, reflecting the moon like a mirror in the night, gradually began to churn.

As if unsatisfied with the completely ruined shore, which hindered their combat, Artoria and Morgan's battlefield shifted to the sea.

Artoria, with the blessing of the Lake Fairy, could walk on water as if on land.

Morgan could do the same.

Another clash of spearhead and sword blade sent a massive shockwave detonating the sea surface. The seawater, blasted into the sky, fell like rain moments later, and Irisviel by the coast was not spared, quickly getting soaked.

On the undulating sea surface, Artoria, confronting Morgan, felt her doubts deepen further.

That feeling of "wrongness" grew stronger.

The Servant before her was indeed Morgan, but she couldn't completely align with Artoria's image of Morgan.

There was a fundamental difference, causing this Morgan to be enveloped in a misleading aura.

Besides that, there was the Demon Spear.

The spearhead seemed to be of almost equal caliber to Artoria's sword.

In other words, her sister—

"Is your class really Lancer?"

"Who knows? Maybe I'm really just a Caster, it's hard to say?" Morgan raised her left hand. "After all, I am indeed a witch."

In Morgan's palm, magic rapidly gathered into a dark red energy mass.

She was going to use magecraft.

Realizing this, Artoria didn't hesitate for half a second before stomping hard on the sea surface and rapidly evading backward.

Just half a second later, the spot where Artoria had been standing erupted in a violent explosion.

Attacking with magecraft, ignoring distance.

It was indeed that Morgan. A sense of familiarity surged back into Artoria's heart.

"If that doesn't work, then from the inside."

Morgan clearly didn't expect such a minor magic trick to succeed. She gently placed her hand on her chest and said in a clear, though not loud, voice.

A Servant's senses far surpassed those of ordinary people, and Artoria heard her perfectly.

Blue short spears appeared around Morgan, encircling her in a circle, and then suddenly all of them pierced her own body.

Irisviel on the shore turned her face away in shock, unable to bear watching Morgan being pierced by those things.

But the expected scene of Morgan being impaled did not happen. Instead, Artoria fell backward without any warning, knelt on the sea, and spat out blood.

"Inside... so that's how it is..." Artoria coughed a few times.

Irisviel immediately activated her healing magic, "Saber!"

The healing magic was very effective, and the injuries caused by the great magic quickly began to recover.

"As expected, mana is troublesome. After taking this blow, it only caused some internal injuries," Morgan said with mild dissatisfaction, touching her chin with the back of her index finger on her left hand.

The short spears, which seemed to be aimed at her, were spatially transferred and pierced out from Artoria's body before they could touch Morgan's.

"Morgan..."

Artoria had to start considering a retreat.

If she took two more hits of that magic, even with Irisviel, she wouldn't be able to hold on.

What's more, the most critical thing was that if Morgan turned her spear to attack Irisviel at this moment, Artoria knew she would have no way to defend against such outrageously genius offensive magic.

But fortunately, Morgan didn't want to use the same magic twice; it was too boring.