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Chapter Fifteen: Our Dreams

Okay…where in the world was she? Weiss didn't think this was her bedroom anymore.

Weiss had found herself in the midst of a green field. It was daybreak; the sun had just begun coloring the skies in oranges and yellows. There was the distinct scent of fresh grass and earth in the air. Cool breeze blew and gently brushed against her snow-white bangs.

Yet she knew this wasn't real despite of the realistic sensations. It was a dream. Yet it was a dream that did not belong to her. It was a memory of someone else.

But whose?

Still in her white nightgown, Weiss looked around the place before she saw something distinctive on top of a small hill. Yet the moment her eyes laid upon the object, she couldn't tear her gaze from it.

How could she? It was a dazzling long sword of gold and blue. It had an ornamental design as if it was made for a symbol of authority rather than as a proper weapon for battle. There were unknown small inscriptions can be faintly seen on its steel blade. The sword itself was planted firmly into a stone as if it was waiting for someone worthy to pull it out as its true wielder. And Weiss somehow knew what it was despite seeing it for the first time.

Its name was Caliburn: Golden Sword of the Victorious. The sword of selection.

As if she was in a half-trance, Weiss found herself walking steadily up the hill, towards the sword itself. Before she knew it, Weiss was standing right in front of it; her small hand reaching forward to grasp its hilt…

But she hesitated, just as her fingers were about to touch it…

She was not the one. This was meant for someone else…

"Oya, are you not going to do it?"

Startled from a stranger's voice, Weiss snapped out of her hypnotic state and whirled around only to see a man. The man wore a clean white robe and was cradling a strange-looking staff in his left hand. However, she wasn't able to see his face clearly due to his rainbow-white bangs covering his eyes. However, the man felt a little strange as if he wasn't…entirely human.

Then Weiss remembered what she was doing before.

"Oh…I'm sorry," Weiss apologized to the strange hooded man. She really didn't know what came over her at that moment. Her previous actions were quite uncharacteristically impulsive…

But the hooded man didn't respond to her words. He only turned his head to his left side, as if he was speaking to someone else behind him. Her ice-blue eyes then gazed at the same direction of where the hooded man was looking at.

Then Gray appeared.

No…this was not Gray she knew.

This person had a different appearance. Much shorter in height and a golden hair bun tied with a blue ribbon. This person didn't have the usual blue-silver armor attire as Gray and instead wore a plain tunic and skirt. She was definitely a female, though a bit boyish in demeanor. But her green eyes and charismatic aura was unmistakably the same as his.

Who was this woman? Why does she remind me of Gray?

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And…was it wrong to say that she is beautiful?

The young woman continued her trek up the hill as Weiss made way for her without a second thought. Weiss didn't know whether it was out of respect or awe. It was probably both. The young woman only stopped her steps right before the sword in the stone.

The hooded man spoke once again. "You should consider it once more before picking it up."

Weiss looked at the hooded man with some confusion. What was there to consider? It is just a sword, isn't it?

The young woman replied with stoic and neutral voice in a manner eerily similar to Gray. "I do know that, Merlin."

The hooded man named Merlin kept his smile, even when Weiss caught something indecipherable in his voice. "Then you should know that once you pull that sword, you will no longer be human. Not only that, you will be hated by all sorts of humans and a cruel fate awaits you as the King of Britain. If you choose not to pull the sword, you can live a happy life as a young woman and your death won't be painful, Artoria."

'This woman is going to be a king? Wait, what does he mean that she would no longer be human?' Weiss stared at the young woman named Artoria standing before the sword with unease. What kind of responsibility and fate await for this woman younger than her?

Her question was answered with an image of a torn battlefield that momentarily disrupts the dream world around her for a split second. But it was more than enough to reveal the young woman's fate. It was a smoky and red dusk. Countless broken weapons pierced the ground as bloody corpses piled the battlefield. The stench of rusty blood and cry of hungry ravens invaded her senses. And top of that hill was the Artoria. Yet she was now in blood-drenched armor, half-kneeling with a broken spear in her hand. She was all alone and dying as her kingdom was destroyed.

That is her fate.

Weiss gasped as she collapsed onto her knees as the vision seared into her mind. Her fingers tightly curled against the grass. What was that? Was…that her future? Is that how she ends if she pulls that sword?

With cold sweat beading her forehead, Weiss managed to pace her breathing. She had to warn this Artoria of her dreadful future. No one should live a life like that.

"Hey! You should not pull out that sword! Nothing good will happen to you if you do so!" Weiss shouted out desperately. Yet her words remained unheard by the young woman. For this was a past memory. It was an inevitable turning point in history and cannot be changed.

"Perhaps. But…will Britain be saved without me?" Artoria asked without responding to Weiss.

Merlin didn't say anything besides keeping an infuriating smile on his face. Weiss could only watch helplessly as she knew that she couldn't prevent this event. Why would this young woman named Artoria do this? For what reason is it worth suffering for in the end?

Why?

It was Artoria's next words that answered her unspoken question.

"If I can make people happy with it, then I am sure it's not a wrong decision," Artoria declared.

It wasn't an exaggeration that Weiss was speechless beyond disbelief. Was that what Artoria truly wanted in her heart? If it was someone else, then Weiss would have chalked it to some empty idealistic words. Yet…she could sense Artoria was seriously committed to this decision. It did not matter to Artoria if her convictions to her ideals led to her own end. It was worth it in her eyes…

To save her people. To save Britain. To finally lead them out of the Dark Ages into a new era for mankind.

In a way…Artoria was like someone who may be found in ancient legends and fairy tales she once read as a child. It was like…

One of those legendary heroes.

Artoria then stepped forward and her fingers wrapped around the hilt; grasping it firmly in her hands. She then exerted her strength as the sword was slowly pulled from the stone, inch by inch.

Shhhhhiiiiiii-cchhhhhhuuunnnnnnggg!

Finally, the sword fully slid out with a resounding ring to its full glory.

Blinding golden sunlight suddenly bathed upon the young woman herself, who slowly raised the sword high into the air in silent triumph. Weiss couldn't help but stare at Artoria in awe (and sadness) as the new King of Britain was now chosen by the sword.

Thus the young woman named Artoria Pendragon became King Arthur.

And the legend of the King of Knights has begun.

"Ugh…"

Her ice-blue eyes fluttered open.

Weiss didn't know when she got back. But she was now back in her bedroom and it was still dark outside.

Weiss then sat up in a slight daze as she tried to comprehend of what she had just dreamt. It was clear to her that 'dream' was too real. It was a memory of one's past. But it wasn't hers.

The only plausible explanation would be that Gray was somehow responsible for that vision. But Weiss didn't see him anywhere in the dream…

Countless questions burned within her mind. Yet it came back to same two questions.

Who was Artoria? And how does this dream relate to you, Gray?

The ominous tension in the air was palpable.

I, Gray Pendragon, was facing my adversary with my invisible sword out in front. We were both silent, not moving a single inch from our stances for several minutes. One wrong movement could spell a swift end to either one of us.

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Then I shifted my back foot slightly.

CCChhhiiiiiiiiinnnnng!

Our first exchange results in hot sparks flying into the air as metal collided with wind. My opponent had dashed towards me with a lightning-fast pierce, yet I blocked it effortlessly with my sword.

Shink! Tang! Ching!

My foe quickly disengages the blade lock, knowing that I have the overwhelming advantage when it comes to raw power output. She then immediately delivers a quick succession of strikes; all aimed at the weak points in my armor. Instantly reacting, I twisted my arms around and successfully parried every single attack with my sword.

Shink! Tung! Chung! Shank! Ting! Tang! Ching! Shing! Tang! Ching! Chank! Chink! Tink! Shung! Chang! Shink! Ching!

We exchanged dozens of intense blows with each other in a matter of seconds. But it was very clear to both of us that I held a solid edge in this bout. My opponent knew that she had to change the situation soon in her favor.

She immediately retreats several meters back and a glowing yellow Glyph resembling an accelerating clock instantly appears under her feet. The very image of her white figure then blurs.

My instincts blare out in warning. My green eyes flicked towards my left rear, only to see the deadly silver glint of the rapier. Undeterred, my arms responded even faster to the attack.

Shhhhhiiiiiiinnnnngggg!

Adopting an upper shoulder guard stance against the thrust, the deadly rapier was halted by the steady invisible blade. I then shoved the opposing blade back by leveraging both hands and closed in with a flurry of powerful swings.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

My lithe opponent narrowly avoided my attacks with graceful back flips before slamming her tip of sword down on the ground; conjuring a widespread arc of ice spikes toward me.

Unfazed, I deftly circled around the incoming ice attack before rushing towards my opponent with a decisive horizontal sword cut.

Cllllllaaaaaaannngggg!

However, my attack was immediately blocked by a large white broadsword held by a giant white knight summon. Its broadsword rose and came crashing down at me again, but I easily weaved around its blow and pierced the knight's chest deeply; causing it to crumble into numerous shards.

Then I abruptly rolled forward, where a blast of fire scorched my previous position. The impact of the fire blast on the icy floor caused the area to be covered in a dense mist; limiting my area of sight.

But that didn't matter to me. I stayed calm as I quietly paced my breath and tried to judge where my adversary was. It stayed silent for several seconds as I glanced around carefully.

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Then I felt a slight disturbance in the air toward my eleven o'clock direction. I reflexively tilt my head to my right side slightly.

Whish! Whish! Whish!

A few particularly sharp icicles flew right past where my head was and slightly brushed against my side bangs. Well, she is certainly not giving me any room to…

SSSlllaaaannnnggggg!

I abruptly flourished my blade around to block a sword thrust aimed at my lower back. Without thinking, I instantly delivered a solid back kick, causing my opponent to cry out in surprise as she was flung across the room.

Okay, time to kick things up a notch…

Without delay, I partially activated Invisible Air out, releasing gales of wind that cleared the dense mist around me. Now I have regained my vision now. I glanced towards the place where my opponent should be lying.

But to my surprise, she wasn't there…

Then my eyes widened. I glanced up only to see numerous ice Glyphs in the air and all of them were aimed towards me. My opponent was standing in the air with the support of her Glyph; glaring down at me with utter seriousness in her gaze.

Oh.

Then she swung down her sword; releasing a storm of deadly icicles upon me. If it were some lesser opponent, they would certainly be taking some serious damage, if not finished in battle. But I had other plans in mind.

I pointed my sword outwards and charged some mana into the swirling column of wind. I then shouted out the name of my Noble Phantasm.

"Strike Air!"

A powerful wind gust burst forth to intercept with incoming projectiles. The flying icicles instantly faltered, and then were shattered into pieces with the might of Invisible Air (though intentionally weakened). In some other scenario, this would have been the end for my opponent as they would be blown away as well. But my opponent was Weiss Schnee. And she wasn't going to give up so easily.

Just a split of a second after her release of the attack, the Glyph under Weiss' feet angled towards my blast of air and turned black. Then a white blur shot right towards me.

Normally, no one would be crazy enough to do what she did unless they had something to counter my Noble Phantasm specifically. But Weiss had some ideas up her sleeve.

It was too quick to be comprehended by a normal person. But what I can tell with my keen perception was that Weiss created a five layered Glyphs in front of her, strengthened by hard-light Dust (very expensive stuff by the way). This was probably inspired from my previous remark of the Archer's greatest defense, Rho Aias. It wasn't even close to the strength of the Noble Phantasm projection, but it is certainly a formidable defense for Weiss.

But Weiss didn't stop it right there. A counter-spinning wind current appeared around her figure and created a slipstream in my Invisible Air. Together with her defensive measures, Weiss was able cover the distance between us without getting seriously hurt.

Pretty impressive.

But this wasn't going to be enough against me. One flaw of her plan was the fact that she was too predictable in her final strike. But she must have known that, so what is she exactly planning to do next…? I would be lying if I said that I didn't look forward to her next moves.

With that thought in mind, I swung my sword against her Glyph defenses, causing them to crack visibly under my blow. But they held enough to render Weiss unharmed, but her momentum in this fight was lost now…

"-?!"

I instinctually blitzed backwards to avoid the explosive Dust Glyphs that appeared underneath my previous position. Yet they soon disappeared prematurely…

Then the Arma Gigas suddenly rose in front of me with its sword held over its head. I hastily adopted an upper guard stance to brace against the expected downward blow.

But it didn't swing the sword down.

It instead shattered into pieces.

In the split moment after that, Weiss and I found ourselves pointing our swords at each other's necks. I found myself with the cold blade tip of Myrtenaster tickling my throat. On the other hand, Weiss had slightly peered down to see a blade near her carotid artery. It was a draw.

So, how did this situation exactly happen?

Well, it seems that the Armas Gigas's appearance was meant as a distraction, not as a means of attack. Weiss was hidden behind in it out of my sight and she attacked the very moment that it was dismissed on her command. Judging from her sudden increase of speed, she must have used another Time Dilation Glyph in her preparations. Adding to the factor that I had a slight opening in my guard, she had the prime opportunity to land a precise blow on me.

So why didn't I lose then?

Well, I knew that something was amiss at the moment that the explosive Dust Glyphs didn't activate (though I had little clue of what Weiss was exactly planning). So when the Armas Gigas appeared, I kept up my guard for the real attack by keeping one of my hands free to defend myself. If it wasn't a trick, I was confident in my strength that I could defend against the strike with one hand. I admit I was slightly surprised by her attack method, but I had instantly traced a nameless sword in my free hand to counterattack. Thus I was able to make this into a draw.

I admit I could have feint my loss to Weiss this time, but I was a bit of a sore loser…

Weiss groaned at the sight of my traced blade. "I can't believe that you were able to get away from this in a draw. Again."

"Well, I don't let my guard down easily, even when I am going easy on you," I replied amusingly as I dispelled my swords. I could have ended this match more easily if I relied on my Magic Resistance against her Dust attacks and didn't hold back so much on my actual strength and abilities. But this spar was more to test Weiss's combat abilities, not to beat her down completely.

Her tactics weren't half-bad, objectively speaking. She knew that I was much stronger than her, so she tried to use deceptive attacks to catch me off guard. It would have been a bit better that she had resorted to more long-range attacks against a melee fighter, but it wouldn't have done much against me anyways. If I didn't know Weiss as well as I did, I would have probably lost if I had let down my guard.

"But you did well in pushing me this far. I don't think there would be many who could defeat you easily now in this world." I observed appraisingly. Weiss could probably defeat her older sister with 70% certainty based on my knowledge. The only thing that Weiss lacks is life-death battle experiences and I am doing the best I can to train her for that.

Weiss slightly blushed. "T-thank you, Gray. I couldn't have gone this far without you."

I nodded at her apparent appreciation. "It is my pleasure, Weiss. By the way, how is the customized armor working out?"

Weiss wasn't just wearing her usual combat attire as she had been fitted with several specialized armor pieces as well. I had opted for a simple cuirass, vambraces, and greaves as the main pieces of armor for the maximum freedom of movement while still giving some decent protection.

"It is better than I expected. Not only is it light and flexible enough to not hinder my movements, it is somehow strong enough to absorb the shock from your blows." Weiss said wondrously as she examined her new attire.

"Well, I expect that after I modified it a bit," I said with some pride in my work.

What I didn't tell Weiss was that I had to go through hundreds of similar pieces before I could create her armor to my satisfaction. The armor that she was wearing was one of the final products of experimentation to optimize her abilities to the very limits of the armor itself.

The finished product was made from a material similar to the ones making up highest quality bullet resistant armor. Metal was simply too heavy for the armor I was imagining and had its own limitations. Thus the armor clasps were the only things that were made from metal.

This special material was strong enough to not tear under the metal blades and can block and absorb standard rifle bullets. And it was still light and flexible to not impede Weiss's movements that were necessary for her fighting style. It is certainly not enough to block artillery gun fire, but it was better than any other armor in the market. In fact, I was a bit suspicious about its origins as this type of material seems to be way too good to be sold publicly. Klein (who was the one who provided the material by my request) assured me however that it came from a reputable scientist who had some extra time on his hands. I guess I have to trust his word for it though I am interested in meeting the person himself.

The material was already good, but I used a bit transmutation magecraft to make it even better. I improved mostly upon its resistance and shock absorption elements, but I took note of its aerodynamics and flexibility as well.

I also made it comfortable and fashionable as well. The armor pieces were metallic platinum in color, giving off an illusion of being made of actual metal. It was made easy to put on and take off on the fly, and can be worn over her usual clothing. I found it unfortunate that I didn't know any runes or special spells to amplify her other abilities, until I eyed a piece of Dust lying around in my temporary workshop.

That gave me the idea of using Dust-infused fabric. Weiss was evidently skilled enough in her Dust manipulation to use this method and I don't see any reason not to do it. In this particular armor, I chose to weave in ice and wind Dust threads into her vambraces and greaves due to her familiarity with these. I also used some hard-light Dust in the cuirass to act like an extra layer of protection. However, this process was the most difficult part for me and I had to ask for guidance from Weiss and Klein on the usage of Dust threads.

Overall, this so-called armor may be the most advanced personal light armor in Remnant in terms of its capabilities. And I also made several backups, all with different designs for cosmetic and combat purposes. So yes, I was very concerned about her personal protection measures when I was modifying her armor. That is one of the reasons why I gave Avalon to her in the first place.

Breaking off from my musing, I then noticed Weiss looking at me in a rather strange manner.

"Is there something wrong, Weiss?" I asked curiously. What could be bothering her now?

"Ah…, I had something to ask you," Weiss finally replied, snapping from her gaze.

"Okay…what is it?" I said with my brow raised.

Weiss then took a deep breath. "Gray… do you know someone by the name of Artoria?"

My eyes widened at the mention of the name. "Where did you hear that name?"

"It may sound a bit strange, but I dreamt of it." Weiss answered albeit unsurely.

A dream? I narrowed my eyes with a hunch. "Could you please describe the dream to me?"

My suspicions were later found correct after Weiss had retold her dream in detail to me. "Oh, that does explain a few things," I sighed.

"Do you know why this is happening to me?" Weiss asked curiously.

I nodded. "Yes. You see, Masters and Servants have what you call a dream cycle, due to their bond with each other. At certain times when you are dreaming, you will see the Servant's own life memories and vice versa. Although, I am not sure why you are not getting my own memories, but it may be due to my unique situation."

"Your unique situation?" Weiss frowned as she digested my brief explanation.

"Well, unlike most heroic spirits who have earned their way to the Throne of Heroes, I was fused with a certain Heroic Spirit. That Heroic Spirit was Artoria Pendragon, the young woman that you have seen in your dream. You may be seeing her memories instead." I explained.

"Artoria Pendragon…Who was she?" Weiss asked.

I smiled sadly. "You wouldn't know her in this world, but her legend is very famous in another world. She was a young woman who was born into a time of chaos after the collapse of an empire and the Dark Ages ensued. There was a prophecy at the time that a king will rise to lead Britain out of the darkness. That king in the prophecy was Artoria. But at the time, girls were not considered to be candidates for kings."

"Wait, girls cannot be kings?" Weiss questioned rather indignantly.

I nodded my head. "It is understandable that this comes as a shock to you as Remnant is quite an egalitarian society in terms of gender. But at that time and place, it was quite unusual at the time for a woman to hold important positions of power, never mind being a king. That is why her legend depicted King Arthur as a male figure as she hid her gender from everyone except for the trusted few."

"T-that's…wrong," Weiss muttered softly.

I pursed my lips. "It is. No one should live a life like that. But it was her reality at the time, yet it didn't stop her from becoming the king. So Artoria was disguised as a young boy and was trained a knight. Merlin, who was the hooded man in your dream, was a powerful Magus that guided and advised the king-to-be."

I continued my story in a trance. "When she was a mere fifteen years, she joined the other men to decide the king by pulling that sword. While others couldn't make the sword budge an inch, she was able to pull it out and was declared king. From then on, she founded the Kingdom of Camelot and had many famous knights under her command; the Knights of Round Table. She was the perfect king and no one doubted her to be wrong in her rule. Yet she was a lonely person as some people did not see her as a human being and she sealed her many of her emotions inside to act as the king. Artoria did not have a happy life, but she accepted her responsibility to the very end for the country she wanted to save."

"…But she didn't save her country, did she?" Weiss realized in a sad tone.

"Perhaps. But it was not her fault and she truly did her best as king. Her accomplishments are nothing something to dismiss and humanity still remembers her famous story," I responded with a sigh. "She is a hero, no doubt."

"She seems like a great person," Weiss agreed before pausing. "…Could you tell me more about her story, Gray?"

"…" I admit that I was slightly troubled by her request. Artoria was a great figure, there was no doubt about that. But her legend also hides great darkness and tragedy. Should I tell Weiss about those as well? How should I tell the story of Artoria? A king who once wished to give up everything she had accomplished because of her regrets? Or a woman who kept and accepted her humanity to the very end?

Legends are told to learn about the heroes, both good and bad. How could one learn about someone that great without seeing their flaws as well? Heroes are still beings with thoughts and feelings of their own. They are still people.

"She is. And she is a kind and noble person in heart." I answered quietly as I finally made up my mind. "So I promise I will tell you everything about her in time. But it is a long story."

The remaining months of my stay in the SDC mansion have passed by in a blur. Of course, they weren't uneventful by any means, but those were other stories to recollect later. If I have to say the one thing that has changed the most during those months, it would be Weiss herself.

I admit that I was surprised of how much she has changed physically from how she had appeared in the show. She still kept her white hair in a loose ponytail though it was trimmed a little shorter than normal. Her height though has gone up about two more inches and her curves were a bit more filled in, which was unexpected (though I do think Weiss was quite pleased about it).

Her choice of clothing is now a dark-blue and white-gray dress with a white Schnee emblem on her backside. Of course, she was wearing the armor that I created for her along with dark-blue blade resistant gloves over hands (which hid her command seals at my suggestion). She occasionally wore a bright red scarf around her neck whenever she went outside into the cold Altesian weather.

But I think her demeanor was what had changed the most from what I can observe. Far from the icy exterior and doubts that plagued her for majority of her life, Weiss was…much open-minded and considerate than before. Don't get me wrong, she still has the usual dedicated and strict attitude to the core. She is still Weiss after all.

But Weiss no longer has the overbearing arrogance or uncertainty within her as before. While I cannot be sure, I believe that Weiss has managed to make peace with some of the doubts and insecurities in her life. She has become more of the person that she would be proud to be.

Weiss may have been able to mature by herself in the show, but it is hard to deny that my presence hasn't affected her character at this point. I may not be the best role model for her, but I made sure she was at least doing okay as a person. And I admit it makes me happy to see her like this than when she had first returned to Atlas.

Of course, I didn't really change much physically as a Servant. But my stat sheet indicated that I also indeed had changed since I stayed with Weiss in the mansion.

Stats Sheet of Saber (3)

True Name: Gray Pendragon

Master: Weiss Schnee

Gender: Male

Height: 178 cm

Weight: 70 kg

Alignment: True Neutral

Class: Saber

Strength: B+

Endurance: C+

Agility: B

Magic: A

Luck: A

Noble Phantasm: C-EX

Class Skills

Magic Resistance: B

Riding: B

Personal Skills

Mana Burst: A

Charisma: B

Instinct: B+

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Noble Phantasms

Invisible Air (Anti-Unit): C

Excalibur (Anti-Fortress): A++

Avalon (Barrier): EX

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Servant Evaluation: Gray Pendragon is a servant that has gained the abilities of Saber Class Servant Artoria Pendragon. His current Master is Weiss Schnee. He cares a lot for his Master whom trusts him greatly in turn. The true potential of Gray Pendragon is still hidden despite of his continued training. Most of the stats have been restored to Artoria's prime. Gray Pendragon is an enigma of a Servant as his existence's purpose is still unknown.

Instinct (B+): Sharpened sixth sense that nearly reach the realm of predicting the future. It is possible to halve penalties inflicted by auditory and visual interference. Originally downgraded, it has been partially restored for Gray Pendragon after absorbing some of Artoria's combat experience.

My physical stats have definitely improved from my continued training sessions and that I was able to finally raise my combat instincts slightly by going through Saber's experiences. Of course, I haven't unlocked any of my hidden skills or such yet, but I am quite satisfied with my current progress right now. And I have picked up a few tricks here and there as well.

It was interesting to note that my Servant Evaluation depicts me as someone who cares a lot for Weiss. I admit Weiss wasn't really one of my most favorite characters in RWBY to begin with. But living and sparring with the actual person herself really changes one's perspective. And now, I do really see Weiss as someone very special to me. I…don't really know how I will feel if I had to leave her one day.

Despite of the changes that happened to both of us, our goals remained the same as when we had started. We were willing to put behind our desires for others' needs. We made our choices to take this path. And we trusted each other. We never talked about it explicitly to each other, but we understood it nonetheless. Perhaps…there is some substance to the idea that a summoned Servant usually has a good affinity with their Master (barring catalysts).

Just as we have changed, life doesn't stay the same for long. The story must go on.

It was today when Weiss and I were enjoying a nice moment of peace and quiet together. It was one of those off-training days and the weather was frankly quite nice in Atlas. I was reading one of the books I found in the library; it was a fictional story concerning the Great War in the view of a Mantlean noble lady. Weiss, on the other hand, was doing some personal weapon maintenance; she was making sure that Myrtenaster's dust revolving chamber was functioning correctly.

The bedroom door had just opened then. It was Klein.

Klein entered and closed the door behind him. He then clears his throat. "Pardon the interruption, Ms. Schnee, but your father wishes to speak with you."

Weiss then looked at him before nodding. "Thank you, Klein."

She carefully puts her rapier away before heading towards her father's study. But she was not alone.

I was silently following her in spirit form and wondering what could have changed since Volume 3…

This chapter was a little late in its intended release due to time constraints and editing.

I know that quite a few people were upset about the idea of adding more servants to the story. I have thought about the possibility of having Gray being the lone servant, but then I thought that wouldn't be such an interesting story in the end. Many of reviews gave me some doubt to continue this. But I am still determined to keep writing no matter what.

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Yet it is quite another thing to judge the story will be totally ruined by just one chapter (or that I personally ruined the story). I honestly don't know if this fanfic will turn out to be good or not. But I am damn proud to say I wrote this very story by myself and as a first-time writer. Creative writing is not easy and I recognize that personally.

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