The legendary King of Knights.
Loyal, upright, humble, and courteous by nature, with a serious disposition.
And atop this king's head stood a single ahoge.
She claimed that this ahoge symbolized the king's glory, and no one was allowed to touch it.
Yet at this very moment, the King of Knights herself had less presence than that single ahoge.
Even the King of Knights, who publicly called that ahoge the "King's Glory," now felt inexplicably irritated...
"You—"
"Are you mocking me?"
Hearing Saber, who had been perfectly amiable until now, utter those words in a tone on the verge of breaking down, Irisviel could not help but feel both amused and exasperated.
It was simply too ridiculous...
It was merely a lock of hair sticking up. Hardly anyone would pay attention to it, yet this Berserker's powers of observation were absurdly sharp. Having seen her only once, he had seen through the fact that this strand would never lie flat...
Still, the fact that the famed King of Knights from history was being called "a single hair" somehow did not seem wrong to Irisviel... It felt far too surreal.
Grrrrrr—!
"Ahhh... so hungry..."
Wu Biao clutched his stomach, his eyes glowing green as he constantly scanned the surroundings, hoping something edible might appear. But evidently, even in the deep mountains, there were no wild creatures on the national highway for him to hunt.
The Knight of the Sword, whom he had completely ignored, was now not far from having black smoke rise from the ahoge atop her head. If she had not feared that this madman might suddenly attack Irisviel, she would have charged him with her sword long ago.
"Saber..."
Irisviel hesitated before glancing at Wu Biao, who was searching around. "He doesn't seem to be here to fight."