Chapter 889
That was the end of her interest.
"Long time no see, Tristan."
Shirou finally had the chance to call out the red-haired girl's name.
Artoria, standing beside him, widened her eyes the moment she heard the name.
Just as she was about to scream, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
Tristan... she's the Fae Knight Tristan!?
Following the Fae Knight Lancelot, Tristan has also appeared!?
Shirou, is there anyone in this Fae Kingdom you don't know?!
"Shirou, you bastard, you escaped from Camelot without a word!"
Tristan showed a displeased expression.
Shirou said, "I'm sorry, the situation was urgent at the time..."
"It's all Shirou's fault for going to assassinate Mother! He had to do such a stupid thing!"
They were only doing this because they pleaded with Mother on your behalf, and as a result, they were ordered to reflect on their actions within the territory!
"Haha... something like that happened. But Tristan, you'll forgive me, right?"
I forgive you! But you have to stay with me all day today!
The girl said happily, in a coquettish tone.
"..."
Artoria stood there dumbfounded.
Did Shirou really attempt to assassinate the Fae Queen?
No, more importantly...
He clearly did that kind of thing, yet... not only with Lancelot, but also with Morgan's daughter?
Speaking of which, Hope has been acting a bit strange lately...
Last night I caught her carrying Shirou's spare shirt, looking all furtive...
Could it be that Shirou is actually a playboy whose true nature cannot be judged by appearances?
"What are you waiting for? Getting ready to leave, you lackey?"
Tristan woke the dazed Artoria.
The Paradise Fae blinked. "?"
The Faerie Knight said, "Shirou and I are going shopping next. Can you carry our things?"
"... ah."
Artoria looked at Shirou, who gave her a helpless look: Please, Artoria.
"Let's go, that shop looks good!"
Tristan grabbed Shirou's arm and pointed to a beautifully decorated clothing store across the street.
The glass shop windows displayed all kinds of gorgeous dresses, Gilgamesh in the sunlight.
Artoria followed closely behind the two, a sense of foreboding rising in her mind.
The moment the three stepped into the store, they were greeted by the warm smiles of the shop assistants.
But after seeing the Red-haired Fae's face clearly, her smile froze.
"You... you are Fae Knight Tristan!?"
The shop assistant looked apprehensive.
Tristan, the cruelest and most ruthless Faerie Knight in Britain, and daughter of Queen Morgan.
Is today my death day?
In high spirits, Tristan didn't notice the change in the shop assistant's expression.
"Hey, what are you standing there for? Where are the latest suits for this season?"
"Ah... yes! Here! Please follow me!"
The shop assistant mustered her spirits and led the three to a corner of the clothing store.
"You're done here. You can leave now."
Tristan waved for the shop assistant to leave, and the latter immediately felt a sense of redemption, as if he had escaped from a dead end.
However... the Fae Knight Tristan doesn't seem as terrifying as I imagined?
Despite being Morgan's daughter, she seems quite approachable?
After the shop assistant left, Tristan began scanning the nearby suits and then took a liking to one of them.
"I'll go try it on."
"That's surprising. I thought you, Tristan, never tried on clothes before buying them..." Shirou said, voicing his thoughts.
"Are you an idiot?! I wore it for you to see! Otherwise, do you think I would go through all this trouble?"
"That's true." Shirou gave a wry smile.
He leaned against the wall, waiting for the Faerie Knight to drag Artoria into the fitting room.
After a while, a red-haired girl wearing a dress came out.
Unlike her usual luxurious style of dress, this one looks quite approachable, giving off a cute, girl-next-door vibe.
"How about it?"
"It suits you perfectly," Shirou gave a standard evaluation.
Is it just "suitable"? Shouldn't we say "incredibly cute"?
Tristan blinked, a slightly displeased expression on his face.
"Hmph, whatever... Shirou won't say anything nice anyway, so I'll just reluctantly accept it. I'll take this one."
For the next two hours, Tristan kept changing between different outfits.
Deep red evening gowns, pristine white ball gowns, sexy black strapless dresses... she tried on every single one, and asked Shirou's opinion on each one.
Meanwhile, Artoria had to help Tristan change his clothes and fix his hair, while also tidying up the clothes that she hadn't thrown away.
The Paradise Fae were already exhausted, but this was just the beginning.
I want all of them.
Tristan finally picked out a dozen or so Western-style suits. "Wrap them all up for me."
The shop assistant's eyes Gilgamesh up. "Okay, I'll get right to you."
As they left the clothing store, Artoria was carrying a huge paper bag—filled with so many clothes that they almost completely covered her body; only the girl's legs could be seen moving quickly beneath the bag.
"Let's go to the shoe store next!"
Tristan, showing no mercy, dragged Shirou forward.
The shoe store clerks also recognized the infamous Tristan.
She asked the girl nervously what services she needed.
"I want to try on all the shoes marked 'new'."
Tristan pointed to the shoes with gold tags on the wall.
The shop assistant's face instantly paled. "All... all of them?"
Yes, all of them. And quickly.
For the next hour, Artoria witnessed the Faerie Knight's obsession with high heels.
Tristan sat on the sofa in the fitting area, trying on one pair of high heels after another.
She walks around a few steps with each pair to see how they feel on her feet before deciding whether to buy them.
The result was that she bought almost every pair.
Finally, when they left the shoe store, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
Artoria was originally just carrying a paper bag of clothes, but now she also has a bunch of shoe boxes.
The piled-up items not only covered her body, but now they completely obscured her face.
If it weren't for the fact that I've been training diligently all along...
In addition, if Shirou has been giving her extra training every night recently, Artoria would have collapsed long ago.
"Wow~~~ I had so much fun today~~~"
Tristan stretched comfortably.
After shopping all day and talking to Shirou all day, even she was a little tired.
"Tristan, what are your plans next?"
"I have to go back now. If Mother finds out I snuck out of confinement, I'm dead."
The Faerie Knight instructed Artoria to place the shopping bag, which was taller than a person, on the ground.
"Although I wanted to say more to Shirou, it's already too late today."
I'm going to attend the auction tomorrow.
Upon hearing about the auction, Artoria, who had been sprawled on the ground, perked up, and Tristan noticed this.
"Oh, you're interested in the auction? But do you have an invitation?"
"Ugh... um."
Artoria stammered, but her expression was all too easy to understand.
Tristan grinned wickedly.
"Oh, I see. There was no invitation... Hehe."
Although I have extra, I won't give it to you.
I'd rather feed it to the goats than give it to you.
Artoria: "..."
Seeing her distressed expression, Tristan smiled with delight.
"Yes, yes, that's the expression that suits you! Get your act together, you country bumpkin!"
Listen up! A little kid like you is a hundred years too young to participate in an auction.
Come back when you're a bit older.
Oh dear, but... it seems like lower-level fairies don't even live for a hundred years.
You'll spend your whole life crawling on the ground, living a wretched existence like a caterpillar?
After making his sarcastic remarks, Tristan turned around and handed a postcard to Shirou.
"May I?"
"Of course you can! You want this, right?"
"Yes, thank you, Tristan."
Shirou gratefully accepted the invitation to the auction.
What a good child...
Tristan said, "See you at the auction tomorrow, Shirou."
Oh, and remember to choose your female companion carefully this time!
Don't keep this kind of country bumpkin around anymore; it'll lower your standing.
Tristan glanced mockingly at Artoria out of the corner of his eye, then nonchalantly flicked his hand, finally disappearing into the brilliance of the "Water Mirror" along with the mountain of shopping bags.
Artoria: "..."