Artoria's Armor

"...Saber."

There was no mistaking it—the girl sitting primly atop the stone throne was no stranger to them.

Artoria Pendragon.

Illya stared at the blonde girl before her in disbelief, then lowered her head to look again at the magecraft instrument in her hand.

The magical energy fluctuations matched those of the Artoria Pendragon standing before them.

That was enough to prove that everything that had happened in the town just now, as well as the person the Holy Church was searching for, was the person before them.

"How is this possible...?"

There was simply no way not to feel...