Time froze-03:01.
Pure white fragments of magic power scattered in the wind. Sieg, his Servant transformation undone, collapsed from exhaustion.
"Sieg!"
"Master!"
Whether through farsight magecraft or their own exceptional vision, everyone in the spectator stands saw the final outcome of the duel.
Seeing Sieg fall with his limbs utterly limp, even Kriemhild could not help feeling a little moved.
The impatient Astolfo and Jeanne d'Arc leaped straight down from the stands and ran over to check on Sieg.
Artoria likewise put down her snacks and black tea, wiped her hands, and suggested to Sovell and Vivian beside her, "Come on. Let's go take a look too."
Both nodded in agreement.
"Junior brother, your fruit wine reserves are in danger~"
Before leaving the stands, Vivian watched Sovell take a flask of fruit wine from his cloak with a pained expression and set it on the table, teasing him over his dismay.
"...It's no great loss. Just a flask of wine. A little wager is good fun, yes."
That morning, Sovell had agreed to a wager with Vivian to repay her for intervening at the previous evening's banquet, sparing Yggdmillennia's senior members from collective food poisoning at Gawain's hands.
They had bet on who would win the duel between Gawain and Sieg.
If Sovell won, her help would count as a simple act of kindness. But if he lost, Sovell would have to hand over his homemade fruit wine.
Now, well, the outcome was obvious.
Yet whenever she thought about it, Vivian herself could not help sighing.
"Alas. My other self, Morgan, is the sort of wicked woman who can drink anyone under the table, yet because my attributes are the opposite, I can barely hold my liquor and have to sit at the same table as my junior brother... How