Viviane was welcomed as an honored guest into the Einzbern castle, renowned in the mystical world.
As a magical workshop built by disciples of the Third Magic, the outside magical community harbored many speculations about the secrets hidden within… some even rumored it concealed a complete Philosopher's Stone.
But when Viviane stepped inside, she found nothing particularly special. It was just a bit more spacious and far quieter than an ordinary castle.
"Thank you for coming all this way. We've prepared ample resources to purchase the… er, relic you've brought."
"But before that, could you share the story behind that slab?"
The old patriarch was very pleased with the stone slab.
He had a discerning eye, immediately recognizing the historical aura it exuded and the faint traces of mystery that even the passage of time couldn't fully erode.
He could feel the slab's weight... not its physical mass, but the weight of the history it carried.
And precisely because of this, he grew even more curious. What did the carving of a dragon and a person on the slab signify, and more importantly... what kind of Heroic Spirit could they summon with it?
"Story? There's no story."
"Just a tale of a person and a dragon who nearly destroyed the world."
"As for what kind of Heroic Spirit it could summon… that depends on the wish you hold when you touch this slab."
"If you seek victory, you might summon that person; if you seek redemption, you might summon that dragon."
"Of course, there's an even greater chance... you'll summon the earth fairy who built this slab."
Viviane spoke with a slightly mocking tone.
It was clear her attitude toward that "person and dragon" was far from friendly... but who could blame her? Being kicked from such a height, tumbling through the Reverse Side of the World to land in the surface world, in an utterly foreign era where she didn't even speak the language… anyone would be in a foul mood after that, right?
Of course, the old patriarch sitting across from her couldn't possibly understand such a thing.
"Is there a chance… I mean, could we summon both of them at once?"
The old patriarch looked at the woman before him, his red eyes glinting with serious contemplation.
But the woman let out a scoff.
"It's possible, but I'd advise against hoping for it."
"If you summon just one Heroic Spirit, it might mean they've answered your call to fight in this Holy Grail War. But if you summon both at once, they're probably not here to fight for you… you'd better pray the world stays intact."
Viviane leaned back on the sofa, speaking nonchalantly.
She felt utterly refined, having bamboozled the patriarch of a magical family with a slab dug up from the dirt... it was exhilarating to see him nod along, believing every word she spouted.
But her smugness didn't last long.
Because...
"Mommy, Mommy, look at this dragon!"
A sweet, clear laugh from a little girl echoed through the courtyard.
At the same time, a stern voice rang out:
"My name is Artoria Pendragon, summoned to this world as a Lancer."
"I ask you... are you my Master?"
…
The old patriarch hurried to the courtyard.
To his delight, he found that both Irisviel and Illya's hands bore the glowing red marks of Command Seals.
... This deviated from his original plan, but the outcome seemed better than the initial idea of "making an outsider the Master."
As for sending both little Holy Grails into battle… the old patriarch might have hesitated before, worried about the Einzberns' future.
But now, he was practically shouting "all in, go all in!"
If there were a third Master candidate, he'd even want that man named Kiritsugu Emiya to touch the slab, to see if he could summon the earth fairy who crafted it.
... Strength didn't matter as much as numbers; more people meant a higher chance of victory.
While the old patriarch was ecstatic, nearly losing his usual cold composure, Viviane, standing behind him, was utterly stunned.
"The divine being is one thing."
"But why's the king here too?"
"And with a spear, no less?"
... As everyone knew, the knight-king, skilled in archery and horsemanship, could fit multiple classes, even moonlighting as a Berserker under certain conditions (like starving for days and having her dinner table flipped).
But Lancer… she brought the holy spear down here too?
What was going on in this era? How could the Counter Force allow her to manifest in such a form?
... Viviane had no idea what was happening in this era.
She only knew one thing.
"I want to go home!!!"
…
In short, though it was unbelievable, two Heroic Spirits had indeed manifested at once.
"Relax, relax, it's not as bad as you think."
"We just want to have a little contest."
The gentle king softly comforted the woman, who seemed to be melting from sheer terror.
This made the old patriarch realize a shocking truth: this woman actually knew the one who called herself [King Arthur]!
Holy... did he just stumble upon some incredible secret?
Moments later, the little girl, not yet done playing but shivering from the cold, reluctantly slid off the dragon's back and returned to Artoria's side.
Yes, that's right.
[Artoria Pendragon]... this was the Heroic Spirit she had summoned.
As for the dragon, it had answered her mother's wish, summoned to the world.
[If you seek victory, you can summon that person.]
[If you seek redemption, you can summon that dragon.]
... Viviane's words were spot-on.
But sadly, this mother and daughter were still unaware of that secret.
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