"I'm fine, Saber."
White smiled and immediately tried to get up.
Artoria hurried over to help.
"Mm...!"
But when Artoria touched White's body, she found that it seemed even hotter than before.
White even let out an even more subtle, pleasant sound.
The girl's entire face turned bright red.
"Sorry."
Artoria wanted to support her, yet did not dare to.
She felt quite awkward.
White looked very weak.
Her body was actually quite strong; punching a cow to death would not have been a problem.
But she could not act like that now.
Right now, she was a "frail, sickly beauty"!
So White's every movement seemed as though it took all her strength.
Artoria was caught in an awkward spot, unsure whether to support her or not.
White slowly propped herself up bit by bit, then sat up.
That delicate, fragile appearance made her seem like a sickly beauty isolated from the world.
She lightly covered her body with the bedsheet.
Mainly because the Combat Suit of an armed nun underneath did not look like something a frail girl would wear. It looked more like battle attire, so using a white bedsheet as a slight cover was better.
Speaking of sickly girls, white clothing was naturally best. A small cape would be even better.
"Saber, are you all right?" White asked. "Back then, using all my strength just to push you away was already my limit. What happened afterward?"
"Mm, Berserker and Illya left. Assassin... I failed to catch up. The Archer from the Sixth Holy Grail War also carried out a sniper attack, but I did not find them either..."
Artoria's voice grew quieter and quieter.
The more she spoke, the more she realized that she had accomplished absolutely nothing.
I really am a useless Servant...
"Master..." Artoria's expression