Shirou's Grand Heroic Saga

Gord was furious, his whole body trembling.

Saber had no idea why her Master was angry at her.

Obviously, Assassin had seemed to say something to him yesterday, and Gord's attitude toward him had improved quite a bit. Yet today, he was full of rage again.

What a fickle temperament.

Completely unaware that his earlier words had insulted himself as well, Gord found a chair and drank a cup of water. But perhaps because his anger had not yet subsided, he drank too quickly and choked badly.

Saber walked over to Gord. After thinking for a moment, she patted his back, easing his breathing.

Covering his mouth, Gord said, "Thank you."

But then his face heated up, as though he were embarrassed by what he had just said.

"Cough, cough. What I said wasn't thanks for what you just did. I was simply grateful that you were willing to serve a Master like me." As Gord spoke, his face grew even redder.

When one sentence came out wrong, it always took more words to make up for it. Yet the more one said, the more mistakes one made.

Realizing this, Gord dropped the subject.

After a long silence, Gord looked out the window.

The bright sunlight fell upon him, and he felt the chill in his body being driven away. Saber was surely a great hero who could drive away the coldness in others' hearts as well, wasn't she? Yet that tragic ending could not help but bring tears to one's eyes.

At that thought, Gord shivered from the cold.

"Listen, Saber. I command you."

Saber raised her eyebrows and looked at Gord, waiting for his command.

"You must have your own will, your own ideas. Act according to them, help others, rather than simply waiting for others to ask