Reason for Standing Here
Luo Zhen stayed by Bedivere's side, witnessing him vent all the emotions in his heart for the sake of his own fate.
Artoria [Alter], meanwhile, left without a care, walking unseen through the dark alleys toward her chambers.
However, before that, Artoria [Alter] encountered someone she really did not want to see.
At the corner of an alley, the two figures dressed in black appeared in each other's sights at the same time.
"..."
Artoria [Alter] stopped in her tracks.
"..."
Joan of Arc [Alter] likewise stopped.
The two stared at each other.
Then...
""Tsk...""
As if disgusted by something, the two Servants in their altered states clicked their tongues at the same time.
Artoria [Alter] spoke first.
"It's only natural for someone like you to appear in a place like this, gloomy Witch."
Artoria [Alter] expressed her opinion without the slightest courtesy.
"You're not much better yourself, are you? Chilly Knight!"
Joan of Arc [Alter] shot back without backing down.
"This is called an inspection. As the king, I have to properly look after my subjects. But if my subjects saw the king's appearance, they would only be too terrified, so this is also an act of consideration. Do you understand, dragon-riding woman?"
Artoria [Alter] spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.
"What a coincidence. I happened to take care of the dragonkin that will be useful tomorrow. Compared to the foolish subjects led by a foolish king, dragons are certainly more pleasing to the eye. Don't you think so, foolish king?"
Joan of Arc [Alter] spoke with biting sarcasm.
"I don't hate dragons, either. But I hate dragons that are single-minded and know nothing but breathing fire. Don't you think the dragons you took care of all look a lot like you? Fire-breathing woman?"
Artoria [Alter]