In a small cabin on a snowy mountain, Artoria was being warmly entertained by a middle-school-aged boy.
"This is black tea, and there's chocolate too."
The boy's enthusiastic movements suddenly paused.
"Um, I forgot to ask earlier. What is your name?"
Perhaps because he had not seen anyone in a long time, the boy spoke somewhat incoherently.
"Just call me Saber. And you?"
Artoria smiled at the boy, signaling that he did not need to be nervous.
"S... Seba? Miss Seba, are you really a foreigner?"
"It's Saber. I'm from Britain."
Artoria wrote a few letters on the table with her finger.
"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. My name is Komori Tomo. I'm from Saitama Prefecture."
Komori Tomo looked deeply apologetic. Ever since that incident, he had fled in fear and eventually hidden himself on this remote snowy mountain.
Since then, Komori Tomo had not spoken with anyone for a long time, especially someone as beautiful as her.
"Saitama? That's quite far from this mountain. What are you doing here alone? Isn't your family worried?"
Artoria found it rather strange.
She could sense the Cursed Energy within the boy and knew that he should be a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
As they spoke, Artoria took out her phone and sent Komori Tomo's name to the Assistant Supervisor, asking them to investigate his records.
"I..."
Komori Tomo hesitated, clearly conflicted.
"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it."
Seeing his nervousness, Artoria offered him a few words of comfort.
Her warm words and gentle demeanor eased much of Komori Tomo's anxiety.
It should be fine to say it, right? Even if I end up being punished, I deserve it, right?
"I hurt my classmates."
Having made up his mind, Komori Tomo lowered his head and revealed the secret