Chapter 893

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“Grr... She lost to me, and she’s still acting so full of herself!”

Artoria stormed off, dragging Gareth along.

Tristan pulled a face at her retreating back, then tugged on Shirou’s arm.

“W-well, shall we go too, Shirou? Show me to your room.”

“Sure. Follow me.”

Tristan hurried after him, nervous but happy.

By morning, none of the heart-fluttering moments Tristan had hoped for had happened.

The Fairy Knight stared blankly at the ceiling.

After she followed Shirou back to his room the previous night, he had started making up the sofa.

When she asked what he was doing, he simply answered, “I can’t make you sleep on the sofa, can I?”

“Huh?”

In the end, Tristan’s pride had kept her from voicing her disappointment.

The night had passed without incident.

Accustomed to the lavish princess beds in Camelot and New Darlington, she had barely slept on the room’s hard wooden bed.

She had woken up several times during the night.

On top of that, she had fought a magical duel with Artoria at the auction, using more magical energy than she had in a long time.

Now she ached all over.

This is awful...

The Fairy Knight seethed.

Still, it wasn’t entirely awful.

For one thing, Shirou’s scent filled the room.

Simply noticing it made Tristan feel inexplicably safe.

Simply knowing he was nearby gave her a small thrill of happiness.

She didn’t really understand it, but perhaps he was keeping his distance out of consideration for her.

Yes, that had to be it. She was a genius!

After waking that morning, Tristan finally put her worries to rest.

Hmph. What an idiot... There was no need to fuss over her like