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"Ugh, Maverick, you're disgusting!"
"Why are you blushing? It's just a handshake!"
"Look at him, he's shaking! Act like you've been there before!"
Maverick stared at the screen, his face burning hot. The chat was roasting him alive, but he couldn't help it.
Artoria Pendragon stood before him. In most VR games, characters were high-poly mannequins. They had dead eyes and canned animations. But Artoria? She had presence. She had an aura of regal authority that made Maverick feel like he was back in third grade, getting scolded by his teacher for not doing his homework.
She wasn't just a 3D model. She felt like a person.
She dismissed her silver armor in a shower of magical motes, revealing a simple, elegant blue gown beneath. She extended a gloved hand.
"Is that so?" she said, her voice calm but warm. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Maverick. Let us work together to achieve victory in this Holy Grail War."
Maverick took her hand. It felt warm. Firm.
"Y-Yeah," he squeaked. "Victory. For sure."
[Chat]:[NTR_Enjoyer]: MAVERICK LET GO OF HER HAND! THAT'S MY WIFE! [Game_Dev_99]: Okay, the developers definitely knew what they were doing with this "Bond System." [History_Buff]: Wait, if King Arthur is in the game, is Cleopatra? Asking for a friend. [Simp_Lord]: Maverick, stop staring! You're making us look bad!
Maverick finally let go, clearing his throat. "Right. Okay. We have a war to win. Let's move."
He checked the time. He had been playing for over two hours. Usually, his viewer count hovered around 40,000. He glanced at the counter.
[Viewers: 452,102]
He nearly choked. Half a million people were watching him shake hands with an anime girl.
But it wasn't just him. Across the platform, every streamer playing Holy Grail War was exploding. The game was viral. The file size—200GB—was a massive gatekeeper for people with slow internet, so everyone was flocking to streams to see what the hype was about.
"Alright, Saber," Maverick said, trying to regain his 'Cool Guy' persona. "We need supplies. Follow me."
They loaded back into the airport map.
This time, Maverick noticed something new. The airport wasn't just a security checkpoint. It was a fully realized hub. There were duty-free shops, restaurants, and clothing stores.
Normally, you'd shop after security. But Max, the developer, had streamlined the layout for gameplay flow. The shops were accessible in the lobby.
"Hey," Maverick said, looking at Artoria's blue gown. "That dress stands out. We need to blend in. Covert ops."
He walked into a high-end clothing store. He found a sleek, black men's suit that looked like it would fit her.
Then he realized he had $0.
"Ah," Maverick muttered. "Right. Poverty."
He looked at the shopkeeper NPC. He activated [Hypnosis].
"You're running a special promotion," Maverick said smoothly. "Everything is free for the King of Knights."
The shopkeeper blinked. "Of course. Anything for the King."
[Chat]:[Moral_Police]: HE'S STEALING CLOTHES NOW! [Fashion_Police]: Wait, put her in the suit. I need to see it.
Ten minutes later, Artoria stepped out of the changing room. She was wearing a slim-fit black suit, a white dress shirt, and a black tie. Her blonde hair was tied back. She looked sharp, dangerous, and incredibly cool.
"This attire is... surprisingly comfortable," Artoria said, adjusting her cuffs. "It allows for greater mobility than a dress."
Maverick felt a tear well up in his eye. "It's perfect. Now, let's get food."
They raided the food court. Maverick "bought" (stole) a mountain of burgers, fries, and rice bowls.
Artoria didn't just eat; she devoured. She attacked a double cheeseburger with the same intensity she probably used to conquer France.
[Chat]:[Cuteness_Overload]: OMG LOOK AT HER EAT! [Ahoge_Watcher]: THE COWLICK ON HER HEAD IS WIGGLING! [Simp_Nation]: I AM DEAD. I HAVE DIED FROM CUTE. [Salty_Gamer]: Why is my download speed 500kb/s?! I WANT TO FEED SABER! [Roommate_Wanted]: Bro, come to my house. I have gigabit fiber. [Sus_Alert]: Don't go to his house. [Purist]: I still say Arthur should be a bearded man. This is pandering! [Weeb_God]: Shut up! Bearded men don't look this good eating a burger!
Maverick watched her eat, a strange feeling settling in his chest. It wasn't just the "waifu" factor. He felt... protective.
He remembered the last run. The sniper. The instant death.
He looked at the flight board. Fuyuki City was blinking red.
"Hey," Maverick said softly.
Artoria paused mid-bite, a french fry hanging from her mouth. "Mm?"
"Are you... full?"
She swallowed. "Yes, Master. Thank you for the meal. The cuisine of this era is magnificent."
"Listen," Maverick said, his voice serious. "The war zone... it's dangerous. Last time I went there, I got sniped the second I stepped off the plane. I couldn't do anything."
He hesitated. "I'm worried. Maybe we should... I don't know. Grind some levels first?"
Artoria looked at him. Her green eyes softened. She wiped her mouth with a napkin—dignified once again.
"Master," she said. "Are you afraid?"
"I'm not afraid," Maverick lied. "I just don't want to get spawn-camped again."
Artoria smiled. It was a small, confident smile that lit up the room.
"Do not worry, Master. You have me now."
She stood up, smoothing down her suit jacket.
"You are my Master. I am your Servant. It is my sworn duty to protect you. A Servant's abilities far surpass those of modern weaponry. Even if I have never wielded a gun, the Grail has granted me knowledge of this era."
She placed a hand on the hilt of her invisible sword.
"Bullets? I will cut them from the air. Trust in me."
Maverick looked at her. He felt the fear evaporate.
"Okay," he said, nodding. "Let's do this. I have Admiral Artoria. Who dares to kill me? Who can kill me?"
[Chat]:[Hype_Train]: LET'S GOOOOO! [Death_Flag]: Famous last words. [Sniper_Ready]: "Admiral Artoria"? Did he just promote her?
They boarded the plane. The scenery flashed by.
[ARRIVAL: FUYUKI CITY]
The cabin door hissed open. The mobile staircase extended.
Maverick stood at the doorway. He took a deep breath. He glanced at Artoria. She nodded, her body tense, ready to spring.
"Ladies first?" Maverick joked weakly.
"Together," she said.
They stepped out into the Japanese sun.
CRACK.
The sound of a high-caliber rifle tore through the air.
The bullet, traveling at supersonic speed, screamed toward Maverick's forehead.
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