Seeing Irisviel behind Artoria, her legs trembling under the Dragon Might he radiated, Sovell finally couldn't help laughing:
"Pfft-hahahahaha... Your Highness Irisviel, wasn't my acting convincing? I scared both you and Lia, hahahahahaha..."
Well, cackling, really.
Amid his laughter, Sovell completely failed to notice Artoria's cheeks turning red as rapidly as heated steel. By the time he noticed...
An Iron Boots was already hurtling toward his chest.
Bang!
With a tremendous crash, waves of air erupted between them, sending asphalt fragments and scraps of sheet metal flying into the distance. The pavement beneath their feet shattered under the tremendous force.
Sovell reacted swiftly, activating Dragonification in an instant and easily catching Artoria's kick, laden with embarrassment and anger.
Not only that, thanks to his familiarity with the construction of her armor, Sovell even slipped the entire Iron Boots off Artoria's foot and spun it on his finger—with assistance from Thousand Winds.
A boastful smile curled his lips, his expression practically saying, "Well? Pretty impressive, aren't I?"
"Give it back!"
Artoria lunged forward, only for Sovell to sweep her into his arms. Her stolen Iron Boots seemed within reach, but every time she was about to touch it, Sovell moved it away:
"Name your price~"
As Sovell spoke, his other hand began to wander, tickling the side of Artoria's waist where her armor left it exposed.
Beside them, Irisviel watched her knight abruptly begin a "sweet little exchange" with a suspected enemy Servant, and her already less-than-capable homunculus brain promptly crashed.
Of course, she wasn't the only one.
The two others observing from hiding were equally baffled-what was going on?
By the time Sovell had had his fill, Artoria's face was flushed, and she had laughed herself weak, collapsing limply in his arms.
"I haven't spent those fifteen hundred years in