A sword?
Lin Yan did not like that way of putting it. The girl before him was not a weapon, but a living being.
He frowned slightly, but soon relaxed. After all, he did not want to place too much psychological burden on Saber, nor did he want to be misunderstood.
A trace of confusion flashed through Saber's eyes, as though she had been asked a very strange question.
"Didn't you summon me for that?"
"Why can't it be otherwise?"
Lin Yan did not explain much and simply asked in return.
"You mean you don't intend to fight?" Saber paused briefly before saying that, apparently quite puzzled. "But you're so strong. We'll definitely win the final victory. Why would you not want to fight, Lin Yan...?"
"I do intend to fight. I hate war, and that has nothing to do with whether I'm strong or not." As Lin Yan said this, he noticed Saber's expression.
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"Oh."
Saber responded softly. She seemed to understand something, and a different light flashed in her eyes.
After all, the two had similar experiences. It seemed they were naturally somewhat kindred spirits.
"My master is you, Lin Yan. That will not change, no matter what. Because Servants have no freedom to choose their masters."
"I understand. Then I'll be your master, all right, Saber?"
"However, Lin Yan, I will not permit my master to be defeated. If you have no chance of victory, then I will create one. I will use every possible means to ensure that you obtain the Holy Grail, because that is why we answered the summons." Although it was impossible for Saber to accept, in such a short time, that she and he stood on equal footing, Lin Yan would absolutely not give