The king of knights, who used to only show a hint of femininity outside her own route, could actually show such a cute expression now; even if it was just her sleeping face, it was enough to move Akatsuki's heart.
Following the biological instinct to pursue beauty, Akatsuki was in no hurry to get up, instead carefully bringing her face close to Saber, immediately pulling away after a light, fleeting touch on those soft, fragrant lips.
Because Akatsuki had restricted her magical energy, most of Saber's abilities as a Servant were sealed, leaving only enough magical energy to maintain normal activities; this meant that at this moment, she was no different from an ordinary young girl.
The brief contact made Akatsuki even less willing to leave the warm bed; lingering a bit longer with Saber wasn't a bad thing, especially since she could enjoy that cute sleeping face all to herself without restraint.
Unknowingly, the king of knights, Saber, had become more and more feminine; though it was usually hard to tell, it was particularly obvious in bed and while she was asleep.
Desire swelled in her heart.
If this continued, she would probably be confined to this bed all day; if it were any other time, it would be fine, as Saber was worth spending endless time doting on, but today was an exception.
After all, there was something to be done tonight; it wouldn't be good if Saber became too indulged in pleasure with her.
"Akatsuki?"
Hearing Saber's incredibly familiar voice, Akatsuki would usually have calmly started teasing her or taking advantage of her, but this time, Akatsuki's heart skipped a beat.
There was still a hint of hazy sleepiness in Saber's eyes, her vision occupied by Akatsuki who was right in front of her; for some reason, she suddenly felt her face grow hot.
Akatsuki didn't answer, and Saber didn't speak; the two of them were like two ends of a magnet attracting each other, unconsciously drawing closer.
Dozens of seconds later.
A glistening thread hung between them; Akatsuki and Saber both seemed to be savoring that kiss just now, neither speaking, only looking at each other quietly.
Akatsuki looked at the current Saber and was stunned; what was going on? Was this still the king of knights Artoria Pendragon from her memories who lacked any femininity?
She couldn't have been possessed by a transmigrator, could she?!
No, no, that should be impossible; even if there were a transmigrator, she should have noticed immediately, and it wouldn't make sense for someone to be so calm about kissing her right after transmigrating.
"A-Akatsuki, say something..."
Akatsuki composed herself, her lips suddenly curling upward, "Saber, you are as delicious and moving as ever today."
Saber's face turned even redder, but unlike her past shyness or anger, this time she proactively pressed herself against Akatsuki.
Saber pressed down on Akatsuki, her emerald green pupils staring straight into Akatsuki's deep red ones, "Since you won't let me go, then I will follow your lead. Akatsuki, are you willing to become my queen?"
Akatsuki: "?"
Looking closely, although Saber was decisive and her tone was filled with calmness, her face was getting redder and redder, and steam seemed to be rising from her head.
"Did I influence Saber?"
Akatsuki stared blankly at Saber; the Saber before her was too different from the one in her memories, giving her the feeling of being in some sort of illusion, though it wasn't a bad feeling.
"Saber."
"Mhm."
"You're the one who should be the queen."
Akatsuki rolled over and pinned Saber beneath her, holding down Saber's hands with irresistible force, expressing her inner thoughts in a domineering tone.
Akatsuki was very lenient with her own desires; she would generally follow any desire that was beneficial in the long run, while those that were disadvantageous or disliked would be completely cut down.
"I am the King of Britain, how could I possibly become your queen!"
"Don't get competitive in such a strange place. Speaking of kings, I am a king too, it's just that I've never actually led a people, Saber..."
"What is... this?"
Miyu accompanied Illya in watching all the children's Magical Girl anime, but she still couldn't find the principle behind how Illya could fly.
"Forget aerodynamics; it's just a mess of movements that ignore gravity, inertia, and even action and reaction forces..."
"Well? After watching so many anime, can Lady Miyu master flight?"
sapphire asked, looking at Miyu who was questioning her life.
"No, probably not. Even after watching this, I don't understand the principle of flight and can't form a concrete concept of it. Since it doesn't seem to use buoyancy like a balloon, it can only be assumed to follow flight laws centered on lift like an airplane, but in that case, the lift equation..."
Justeaze gently placed her hands on Miyu and Illya's heads; the sapphire and ruby wands were lying on the living room sofa like toys at some point.
Illya, whose head felt like it was about to explode from listening to Miyu's muttering, suddenly snapped out of it upon feeling Justeaze's hand, while Miyu also stopped her 'High-Speed Divine Words' and looked at Justeaze in confusion.
"Isn't this a bit too difficult for children to consider?"
"Eh? Lady Justeaze, when did you get here?"
Illya looked at Justeaze in confusion; in fact, this person who looked exactly like her mother was the true head of the Emiya Residence, and even her own mother treated her with great respect.
"Lady... Justeaze?"
"Sigh, I've said it many times, don't use honorifics. Why be so formal?"
Justeaze said with a hint of regret.
"Sella will get angry if I'm too casual."
Illya felt a bit scared remembering the way Sella looked when she was angry.
"Sella... she just has that kind of personality, there's no helping it."
Justeaze shrugged and left the living room; in this house, except for Shirou Emiya and Leysritt, there seemed to be a pathetic, thick barrier between her and everyone else, which made Justeaze feel very awkward.
Although Matou Sakura and the others wouldn't have this barrier with her, if she went to the Matou Family, she would inevitably run into Matou Zouken. At the thought of her once like-minded ally getting lost in the torrent of time and turning into that pathetic state, Justeaze abandoned the idea of looking for Matou Sakura.
As for the unrealistic idea of looking for Arcueid, Justeaze didn't even consider it; the daytime was her sleeping time, and with the recent movements from Crimson Moon's side, she must be having a hard time.
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