In a certain fashion magazine agency in Great Britain, the witch with light-golden hair had, at this moment, already changed into a very modern and capable outfit. She had taken off the black veil on her face and applied dark blue lipstick, which matched the color of her eyes. Her whole person, while appearing cold and clear, also had a hint of wicked charm.
The witch gently lifted the coffee in front of her, elegantly added a few sugar cubes to it, and by the way, also poured in a little hot white chocolate, then mixed the coffee together.
Perhaps it was because her heart was calm, but this witch was also increasingly fond of trying things she had never dared to imagine before, such as some sweeter foods and drinks. Perhaps sweetness really could bring happiness. At the very least, this witch was in a good mood right now, and it was definitely not because her sister, who was not far away, was experiencing a job she was not good at.
On the shooting stage not far away, wearing modern and fashionable clothes—a white cashmere sweater, a chocolate-colored slim-fit trench coat, jeans that perfectly outlined the curve of her legs, and a pair of boots—her golden hair was scattered behind her head, and she wore a small beret. The red beret was the only bright spot on the entire outfit.
At the same time, it also focused everyone's attention on this model's exquisite face.
This former King of Great Britain let out a soft sigh. This time, the part-time job, she was not that averse to it. Compared to dressing up as a bunny girl to conduct a judgment at a card game, the current job was not bad. Although it was summer, a proper Holy Grail War was, after all, something to be taken a little more seriously.
As for why she was wearing autumn clothes for a photoshoot in the summer, it was, of course, for the autumn that would arrive in two months. New fashion products, of course, had to be put out for pre-sale.
As for why no one came over to take pictures of the witch who was sitting at the side, drinking coffee and watching the fun, the reason was very simple: because the people who came to ask were all scared away by her pair of eyes, which held a hint of coldness.
Their past experiences were different, their identities were different, and plus, the color of their eyes was also different. Therefore, even if their looks were very similar, and could even be said to be identical, the aura on this witch and that King were also completely different. Even if it was the same King, the her of now, who was more physically mature, and her in her girl form, also had different auras.
As long as this job was completed, they would have enough money to go to the Far East to participate in the Holy Grail War, and at the same time, to survive during that time. This King, of course, knew that her own sister could not possibly be this poor. As long as she wanted to, getting some money was a piece of cake. The reason she had to go to such lengths to work was, in the end, also because she had some resentment in her heart.
After all, the one who had inherited the throne back then was her, and not her own sister. Especially since she was Uther's child who had suddenly jumped onto the scene. No matter how you looked at it, for her to suddenly appear just as her own royal sister was about to ascend to the throne—anyone would have some resentment in their heart.
In any case, what she was doing now was not some heinous crime, so she would just let her royal sister be. From this point of view, it seemed that she, who was born later, had more of an "older sister" temperament?
At the thought of her own royal sister having lived from that distant past until now, and now having such a childish mindset, it really suited that distant Eastern proverb: "The older, the more childish."
But that was, after all, her own sister. What else could she do? Just spoil her.
The witch, who was drinking coffee there, frowned slightly. She always felt that her little sister seemed to be thinking something strange, but for now, there didn't seem to be any evidence. But who told her to be the older sister? Even without evidence, she could still bully her little sister, right? Tonight, she would just snatch a piece of steak from her sister's plate.
She would surely be able to see her little sister's pitiful, accusing expression. At this thought, a small bit of joy couldn't help but appear in her heart. There was no need to fight to the death. To be able to find happiness in some not-so-serious, trivial matters of life—so what if her little sister was the King of Great Britain? She was her older sister!
Suddenly, the King of Great Britain, who was shooting the cover, turned her head, placed her gaze out the window, and then frowned slightly.
"What's wrong? Do you need to rest for a bit?"
The photographer looked up. After all, the one before him was not a professional model. If she needed to rest for a bit, they would, of course, understand. It was like how some university students would come here to take pictures as a part-time job. So they had long since gotten used to this kind of thing. In fact, for this amateur young lady to have been able to hold on for so long was already very strong.
Artoria gently shook her head. She had just sensed a very familiar aura in a street not far away. It was just that it was a little far, and she couldn't sense it so clearly. Therefore, the aura she had sensed was also fleeting. It should be one of her own items that had been left behind in this world.
She had not thought that after 1500 years, she would still be able to sense something she had once owned. But since it was fleeting, it meant that that object should have its own master now. Since that was the case, then there was no need for her to go and retrieve it. If they were fated, they would naturally meet. If they were not, then she was just a shadow of the past.
At the same time, on a street several blocks away, a young girl with gray hair, sitting in a car, suddenly felt the small casket in the birdcage-like Mystic Code in her hand make a sound.
"What's wrong, Add?"
Gray looked at Add's frantic movements just now, a curious expression on her face. "What happened, Add?"
Add, in the cage, quieted down at this moment, and was finally stunned for a moment. "It wasn't me who was excited! It's the thing inside me that's restless! It's the Holy Spear!"
Waver, who was driving, suddenly felt a nerve in his head twitch. He thought of the fact that it was now the period of the Holy Grail War. He suddenly had a bit of a bad premonition. He, of course, knew who the Holy Spear belonged to. And for the Holy Spear to be restless, could it be that someone had summoned that King again in the Holy Grail War?
My stomach suddenly hurts...
Otherwise, I don't want to go to the Far East to participate in this Holy Grail War. But, but, the money! The pay is so good!
The expression on Waver's face was somewhat conflicted, and also somewhat twitchy. Finally, he sighed, looked at the plane tickets he had already bought, and in the end, compromised with reality.