The one who appeared before Michael was a slender girl. Her platinum, shoulder-length hair was translucent like sunlight streaming through, and her pale, clear eyes gleamed as they moved. A green dress perfectly complemented her, making her look like a brilliantly blooming flower.
"I found you."
The girl tilted her head slightly, a loose strand of hair falling down as she revealed a shy smile. Like a flower blooming gorgeously after being bathed in dew, or a fairy dancing gracefully beneath the sunlight.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Aika, Sajo Aika."
Michael sensed no hostility from the girl. Something blazing seemed to be concealed within those pale eyes, like a dormant volcano that could awaken at any moment.
Moreover, through his vision, he could see a passage connecting the girl to the Root. What every magus dreamed of was innately linked to her; she was the great wish magi longed for.
"I'm Michael. You can also call me Saber."
Michael kept a certain distance from the girl and observed her carefully. This was his first time facing someone connected to the Root. Even gods likely could not compare to her. Accordingly, he was prepared for a strategic retreat at any moment.
He could make an enemy of someone connected to the Root, but there was no need to.
Noticing Michael's wariness and distance toward her, Sajo Aika's expression dimmed. It was like light being stained by shadow, like a fairy concealing herself, like a blooming flower closing once more.
"Um..."
Her voice gradually softened until it was barely louder than a mosquito's buzz. "I'm sorry. I had that child Assassin kill your Master, Saber... no, Mikaeru-kun."
Her slender fingers fidgeted together, revealing her unease. A captivating blush rose on Sajo Aika's fair cheeks. She gathered her courage and