(If you haven't watched "Fate," you can skip this. It will be over soon.)
"Excalibur!"
"Wow! Amazing! Big sister, you're amazing!"
Beneath a dead forest laden with frost and snow.
Eri's shrine maiden robes trailed across the snow as she gripped Excalibur with both hands and swung it forward.
Sharp flashes of sword light shredded the falling snowflakes.
Eri looked like a swordswoman dancing amid the snow.
Beside her was Illyasviel, only as tall as Eri's waist and Emiya Kiritsugu's daughter, hopping about and clapping enthusiastically.
More than ten meters away, Artoria wore a helpless expression. "Master..."
King Arthur was utterly at a loss with this Master of hers.
The moment she had been summoned, her Master had examined her from every angle as though she were a historical artifact, only lacking a magnifying glass for a closer inspection.
She had observed everything from the patterns on Artoria's armor to the stitching on her battle skirt.
This red-haired little girl had stared wide-eyed, full of curiosity about everything.
That alone had not been a problem.
Artoria could sense her Master's purity—purity of heart, as well as a pure curiosity toward the world.
A Master like that could be said to suit her style very well.
However, her Master's curiosity was far too strong. She had actually asked to borrow Excalibur for a look.
Artoria had no choice but to refuse on the grounds that "a warrior's sword never leaves their side."
At that moment, she had thought she might offend her Master.
Yet unexpectedly, just as the red-haired girl regretfully withdrew her gaze.
The young man beside her casually examined Excalibur a few times, then created a new one out of thin air.
Artoria could perceive that, in that instant, the magical energy of the entire network of ley lines