Chapter 241 - Irisviel wants to have fun.

Zoe couldn't believe what she was seeing.

She was following Drako's orders, watching the entrance and exit of the Fuyuki airport. Zoe was waiting for Irisviel Einzbern and Saber to arrive in Japan so she could report to Drako, but she didn't expect this surprise.

"That's... Mordred?" Zoe mumbled unconsciously.

The first woman had long silver hair with red eyes, so she should be the Einzbern homunculus Drako mentioned. Irisviel wore a burgundy blouse with a brooch, a white skirt, thigh-high white boots, and black tights.

She was undoubtedly beautiful, someone who unwittingly emitted an air of nobility.

And the person accompanying her was the one Zoe had mistaken for Mordred.

Servant, Saber.

A young woman in her early-mid teens with a slender physique, soft skin, and green eyes. She has finely textured blonde hair that looks as if sprinkled with gold dust. Her face shows some signs of naivety and displays elegance. She is a really beautiful girl, but...

"Why is she dressed as a butler?" Zoe asked, talking to herself.

The Saber Servant of this Holy Grail War was dressed as a butler, with a dark blue dress shirt and necktie with a French continental dark suit. To be honest, those clothes suit her with her cold and hard face that does not give off a feminine complexion.

If she didn't know Mordred better, she would have confused the young girl for a man. However, her experience with Drako's Saber Servant was that this Servant is a girl.

"She is not Mordred; that idiot can't have that cold, serious air. But her appearance is exactly the same. She looks like a clone... Besides, she is a Saber... so she can only be..."

Zoe soon connected all the dots, correctly guessing the identity of this Servant.

"Servant Saber, Arthur Pendragon."

...

"Someone is watching us," Artoria told Irisviel.

"Huh? Never mind," Irisviel smiled in reply and looked at the butler's clothes she had asked to be made for Artoria. "I chose these clothes to create a balance with my appearance, maybe you don't like them?

"Oh, not at all. These clothes allow me to move freely, and I'm used to pretending to be a man."

The need to take her out of the armor was obvious. Still, it could not be denied that Irisviel had taken her fashion hobby too seriously.

Entrusting the suitcases leaving the cargo area to the maids who came with them, Irisviel and Saber went to the customs office empty-handed. After these two maidens sent the bags to the Einsbern's village in the forest outside the city of Fuyuki by a different route, they would arrange for their return home. They would not stay by Irisviel's side for the rest of this Heaven's Feel. There was no need to endanger unrelated people. On top of that, Irisviel would take care of her belongings herself, and the brave Saber would be the one to stay by her side.

Completing the procedures to enter this country without delay, it didn't take long before they were allowed to enter the airport lobby. But until they got there, every single officer on the road was surprised by Irisviel and Saber and averted their eyes as they passed, quickly making them uncomfortable.

"As I thought... Is there something wrong with my clothes?"

Feeling the looks of the people in the hall, Saber muttered this as if she was uncomfortable.

"Well, maybe they're too fancy..."

Irisviel could only smile bitterly, but to tell the truth, she was also the center of attention. Either way, they were both unrivaled beauties. Their eccentric clothes, so far from common sense, balanced their appearance quite well. The attention of the surroundings came not only from surprised looks but also from envy.

"Let's go. Worrying won't change the situation much."

Saying this, Irisviel pulled Saber by the hand with an annoyed face.

"At last we are in Japan. We must enjoy it as much as possible before the battle begins."

"No, Irisviel, it's not an enjoyable affair --"

While Saber continued to mumble, Irisviel walked as if she had springs in search of a cab. Somehow, Saber had not noticed until now how brightly she was shining.

…

"They have already arrived," Drako guessed when he saw Zoe arrive.

"That's right," Zoe said with a strange look on her face. "As for that Servant..."

"Sshh," Drako took a finger to his mouth. "It's a surprise for Mordred."

Zoe nodded her head.

"My work is done," Servant Archer said as she walked to her room. "I'm retiring for now, so tell me if you need my help."

"Rest easy," Drako said. "Now it is Mordred's turn to work."

"Are you sure about this?" Zoe asked Drako before entering her room.

"Of course," Drako responded with a smile. "Have I ever been wrong?"

"Sigh, whatever you say," Zoe said as she sighed. "You're going to do what you want anyway."

Drako shrugged, as Zoe was right. No matter what she told him, he was going to continue with his plans.

Zoe went into her room, and Drako opened the door to the next room. Inside, a blonde girl was reading a comic book.

"Get ready, tonight we're going to fight," Drako told her.

A smile appeared on Mordred's face.

…

Shortly after they both arrived in Fuyuki City, the sunset colored the eastern sun since some time had already passed since the beginning of the afternoon.

"How lively..."

As the rental cars drove through the park square in front of the station, the expression in Irisviel's eyes lit up as she was exposed to the afternoon traffic.

But for Saber, who was at her side, she was simply studying the surroundings just as a commander would study the battlefield's topography.

"Kiritsugu has already arrived here, right?"

"Yes. His arrival was arranged to take place half a day before ours."

Once inside the country, Kiritsugu had to hide its existence and followed a different route than Irisviel's group. He took a second class flight to the international airport of Shin-Ōsaka, and from there, he took a train to the city of Fuyuki.

"Will we meet him again?"

"We'll be fine. He will be the one who comes to us."

Saber didn't dare to show it, but she was quite surprised by the bread from Kiritsugu and Irisviel. So she didn't find them satisfactory enough.

"So, what's the plan now?"

"Right... For now, we must observe the changes in the situation and adapt accordingly."

"You mean we have nothing to do?"

"Exactly."

Irisviel let out a childish smile that Saber thought was naughty.

"What a waste. After we finally arrived in this distant country."

Smiling as she watched the traffic, Irisviel walked as her morale seemed low. At her side, Saber, feeling confused, followed her step steadily.

"And - how about trying to find the location of an enemy Servant?"

"Hmm. No way."

Rejecting the proposal without any expression, Irisviel turned around, watching her companion as if she were waiting for something.

"Tell me, Saber. Since we have this opportunity, we could take a look around the city. It might be interesting."

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For a moment, Saber was surprised by the unexpected proposal but immediately recovered with a worried face.

"Irisviel. We cannot be unprepared. We need to consider Fuyuki's land as if it were enemy territory from this moment on. The Heaven's Feel has already begun."

"Yes. I will depend on you for that, Saber. If we approach a Servant, will you be able to notice?"

"Well... That's right."

"Dematerialized or not, Servants can perceive the presence of other Servants. Of course, everyone has his own affinity for seeking the enemy, and there are those like Assassin who can eliminate their presence."

"In my case, I can perceive presence within a radius of about 200 meters. Moreover, an opponent with the proper skill can alter that perception."

"I see... But here and now, there is no Servant of whom we are a target, is there?"

"That's right. But..."

"And what if he is not a Servant?" A man's voice caught them off guard.

"Who is there?" Artoria asked as she turned in the direction of the voice.

A young man and woman were barely ten yards away from them.

"You are..." Artoria's gaze was fixed on the woman. "Irisviel, get back!"