"Unfinished business by the lake?"
Hearing her elder sister's words, Artoria vaguely understood something, but for a moment, she didn't dare to directly confirm it. She asked cautiously, "Sister... what do you mean?"
"No need to test me, Artoria." Vivian looked at the girl, whose face bore some resemblance to her own, but whose aura was completely different. Her tone softened considerably. "You know what I'm talking about."
"..." Artoria turned her face away. "But Sister, that seems a bit too much. Would Mr. Ian... be willing?"
"It's alright," Vivian's hand gently rested on Artoria's shoulder. "Trust me... he won't mind. Besides—" The witch's eyes reflected her sister's image. "Don't you want to make up for that regret from back then?"
"..." Vivian's single sentence struck Artoria's heart. The girl's cheeks flushed as if she were drunk. "I understand," she said.
Click. The lock on the single apartment room door turned again, then stopped. Soon, the British sisters' figures were gone from the hallway.
Inside the room. Looking at Ian, Artoria was still as shy as she had been. The former king of Britain, so formidable outside, was still the sweet and kind girl in his presence. Seeing Artoria like this, Vivian found it somewhat amusing, but also deeply touched.
"Sister, were you always like this when you were secretly with him?"
"Eh?" Suddenly asked about private matters, Artoria became a little embarrassed. But in the end, she decided to confess everything. "Mm... pretty much. Because Mr. Ian was very considerate of my feelings; he never directly asked me to do anything like that."
"Heh." Vivian suddenly chuckled. "Then, Artoria, it seems you don't know enough about him in that regard."
"..." The girl blinked her beautiful green eyes, growing curious. "Sister, what do you mean?"
"Literally." Vivian sat beside Ian and embraced him, letting him lie in her arms. "He... is actually very lustful." Despite talking about a very embarrassing topic, Vivian's expression seemed remarkably nostalgic, so much so that her sister didn't realize it was her elder sister's maidenly thoughts. Artoria gathered her skirt and also sat down. The sisters' sitting posture at this moment was exactly the same as by the lake all those years ago.
"Sister, could you tell me a little more?"
"There's not much to say, really." Vivian took Ian's hand and placed it on her proud chest. This was an action that might seem inappropriate to display, but at this moment, it became a fond remembrance of the past. "He just really liked to knead my breasts."
"..." Artoria looked down at her own somewhat flat chest, seemingly understanding something. "I see. Is the reason Sister is so favored by Mr. Ian because of your figure?"
"Probably." As Vivian said this, her tone carried a hint of subtle pride. She might have also felt that her figure was indeed one of the reasons she surpassed her sister. "However—even though he liked to knead them, he only did so when I allowed it. Even when he looked like he was about to burst from discomfort, he still patiently held back. Truly an incorrigible fool."
"Then, Sister—" Artoria took Ian's other hand. "Do you like doing that with him?"
"How could I not like it?" Vivian's eyes held an unconcealed affection. It was the inner emotion fully revealed after confirming that Ian had always loved her. "He is my husband. What wife wouldn't be happy enjoying pleasure with her husband?"
"That's true..." Artoria replied, her eyes showing a hint of envy. After all, Vivian could say such things openly, but she could not.
Just then, Ian, whose Command Spell restrictions had been lifted, slowly opened his eyes and saw the British sisters beside him. He quickly noticed his hand resting on Vivian's chest.
"Vivian, this..."
"Do you like it?" The witch interrupted Ian.
"Mm," the man nodded honestly. "It's just that this way..."
"Is this way not good?" Vivian pressed the man's hand tighter, until her proud chest slightly indented with the shape of his fingers. "This is my response to you."
"..." Looking at the rather emotional Vivian, Ian realized his confession had been accepted—which, in his eyes at that moment, was an incredible thing.
"Really... that's wonderful."
"Mr. Ian~" Artoria's voice came from the other side. "You're awake." The man turned his head and saw the girl with a flushed face, and his heart immediately filled with a sense of gratitude.
"Artoria, it's you. This time... thank you so much, truly."
"Not at all." Artoria's expression grew even shier—she was the type who would become embarrassed just from Ian's praise. Only his praise could touch the girl's heart. "These are all things I should do."
"..." Seeing her sister's youthful appearance, and Ian's special attention to her, Vivian thought for a moment, then leaned close to Ian's ear and softly spoke her thoughts.
"This..." Ian looked at the witch who had just spoken those words, his expression quite surprised. "Isn't that a bit too much?"
"It's fine," Vivian smiled faintly.
"Mr. Ian, Sister, what are you talking about?"
"We're talking about this," Vivian leaned close to Artoria's ear and repeated what she wanted to do for their reunion tonight.
"..." "Can it really be like that?" The girl was equally surprised.
"Of course it can," Vivian took Artoria's hand. "As long as you don't mind."
"Then—" Artoria shyly nodded. "Let's try it."
[You prepared a table.]
[This was a reunion date belonging to the three of you—and also a continuation of past memories.]
[You truly felt some of your regrets being compensated for.]
On the table. The petite Artoria lay there, naked. Her hands and feet were wrapped in cloth and tied to the four legs of the table, her pure and beautiful body thus splayed out. Her eyes were blindfolded by her sister's underwear, and her cheeks were faintly tinged with shame. Above Artoria's lips was Vivian's clean, perfect, and treasured private area, which the girl's tongue could just reach. And the equally naked witch was now sitting gently on her sister's body, her legs slightly parted, in a seiza-like position.
"Ian, let's begin~ Tonight... each of us must be happy." Saying this, Vivian took Ian's hands and placed them on her chest. Their lips met, followed by the British kiss hidden in their memories. As their tongues intertwined more, Ian was gradually stirred by the witch, awakening his desires. The man's hands kneaded her proud breasts into various shapes, never stopping for a moment. This long-awaited sensation also made Vivian respond; she no longer needed to guide him, and her hands were thus freed. The witch wrapped her arms around the man's neck and, in a pause during their kiss, whispered something in his ear.
"Go in gently. My sister... is also waiting eagerly."
"Understood, Princess." The moment Ian unconsciously uttered this title, he paused. Meanwhile, Vivian, with a flushed and intoxicated face, offered a slight smile. She understood one thing—no matter when, he would always be her knight.
[The three of you achieved the most perfect harmony.]
[It was an exchange of feelings that hadn't been completed by the Holy Lake thousands of years ago.]
[You genuinely felt their love.]
[While achieving this exchange of feelings, you felt yourself experiencing more and more things.]
[And that phrase "Princess and Artoria" seemed to be part of these memories.]
[You believe you might soon recover all your memories.]
[But at the same time, the emotions on the other side also experienced an uncontainable agitation.]
Evening, Homurahara Academy Spear arts Club. The Tohsaka sisters and Archer Atalanta were tidying up the dojo. However—the three of them each had different thoughts.
"You really did it, Archer," Tohsaka Rin pushed an archery target aside. "You even borrowed stuff from the Archery Club."
"I-it's fine," Atalanta chuckled awkwardly. "After all, I don't know how to use a spear. If I had to sub—then I could only use the archery I'm good at... I can't let these students realize I'm not a teacher, can I?"
"Alright." Tohsaka Rin didn't press further but asked another question. "Then—why did Ian leave without a word, without leaving any information?"
"About that..." Recalling Ian's previous instruction—he had told Atalanta not to say anything and to blame everything on herself. The little cat-girl wagged her tail, then replied, "I don't know. Saber suddenly said he had something to do... and then he told me to sub for him."
"How strange..." Tohsaka Rin scratched her face, then looked at her sister beside her. "Sakura, do you know what's going on?"
"I'm not sure," Tohsaka Sakura forced a smile, then shook her head. "Perhaps Mr. Ian has his own ideas... he should be back soon." Although she said this outwardly, Tohsaka Sakura felt completely uncertain inside. Because she knew clearly that she hadn't given Ian any orders—which meant he was acting on his own accord.
What exactly happened...? The more Tohsaka Sakura thought about it, the more worried she became. And as her older sister, Tohsaka Rin quickly noticed her sister's abnormality. But she didn't make a big fuss; instead, she subtly commanded, "Archer, you continue tidying up here. I need to talk to Sakura about something."
Atalanta, who was already hoping her Master wouldn't ask any more questions, readily agreed. "Okay, you two go ahead."
And so—Tohsaka Rin took Tohsaka Sakura outside the dojo.
In the hallway. Tohsaka Rin stood with her hands on her hips and spoke in a very serious tone, "Sakura, tell me honestly. Did you... do something to Ian?"
"Eh?" Suddenly asked such a thing by her sister, Tohsaka Sakura was a little flustered, but she quickly realized that she couldn't confirm it. "Of course not."
"Sakura, you're lying." Tohsaka Rin looked directly at the girl who bore some resemblance to herself. "When I checked that day... I clearly found traces of a Command Spell on Ian. What kind of trouble are you in?! Tell me quickly... I'll find a way to help you!"
At this moment, Tohsaka Rin genuinely treated her as her own sister. Tohsaka Sakura also realized this. But as her lips trembled slightly, preparing to reveal everything, a fiery red flash suddenly appeared outside the window. It was a curtain of light like flames, illuminating the night school grounds. Within this crimson glow, the figure of a cute little loli appeared. It was Illyasviel von Einzbern.
She smiled at the Ibaraki-Douji beside her and said, "Berserker~ It seems like big sister Artoria is here, let's go find her!"