The Ex-Machina on a Dimensional Journey

"What? You're saying Uncle Gord was attacked!?"

"That's right. The information came from a familiar."

A delicate girl with long brown hair sat across the table from a composed young man with long hair. A condition affecting her legs had confined her to a wheelchair for years, and now she looked at him with worry written all over her face.

The exchange had taken place between the two of them.

The girl was Fiore Forvedge Yggdmillennia. As her name suggested, she too was a Master—Black Archer's Master.

The man seated before her was her Servant, Archer: Chiron.

"Can you identify the attacker?"

"...No."

"But it was most likely a Red faction Servant."

This was the Holy Grail War, after all. Chiron had not considered that someone else might be behind the attack.

"So Uncle must have run into the Servant the Red faction sent to assassinate Ruler?"

"Most likely."

"Phew—"

Fiore took a deep breath and did her best to steady herself.

But the worry on her face was plain to see, and Chiron noticed it.

"From the images the familiar sent back, the attacker was fighting Saber to a standstill. We have good reason to believe it was Red Saber."

Chiron glanced at his Master again.

"Of course, we can't rule out a powerful Servant of another class."

"What about Uncle Gord? Is he all right?"

That was what worried Fiore. Whatever her personal feelings, if Gord was killed in this attack, losing one of their own would likely put their side at a disadvantage.

"We haven't seen him. But since Saber is still keeping the attacker occupied, Gord may already have escaped somewhere safe under Saber's cover."

Chiron assessed the situation calmly and gave Fiore an honest answer.

Personally, he found Gord's personality hard to like. But Gord