When the chartered flight of Vorale Airlines from Germany came to a halt on the runway of Fuyuki Airport, a slender figure in white appeared at the cabin door. "So this is the country where Kiritsugu was born!" Irisviel brushed a windblown strand of silver hair behind her ear. Though the long journey had wearied her frail body, the thrill of stepping into a foreign land for the first time still filled her with excitement. "Saber, how was your first time flying on a plane?" she asked eagerly, turning to the blonde girl behind her. In stark contrast to Irisviel, who was wrapped in a luxurious silver fox coat, the girl wore a black suit jacket, her golden hair tied back in a sharp ponytail. She looked for all the world like a handsome young man. "It was nothing special," Saber replied, adjusting her tie. "As a Servant, I was already granted the necessary modern knowledge upon being summoned. With Riding Skill at Rank A, I can handle anything short of dragons or phantasmal species. If necessary—even an aircraft." "But a Servant who can experience an airplane with a physical body… that might be something only you can do," Irisviel teased. "My apologies, Irisviel," Saber said with quiet regret. "I still cannot shift into spirit form." It was not a flaw of the summoning ritual, but an inherent limitation of the Heroic Spirit called Artoria. "Don’t mind it—I didn’t mean anything negative," Irisviel laughed. "Staying in physical form isn’t so bad. I can help you pick out clothes, after all!" After clearing customs and passing through the arrivals hall, the striking duo—one in white, one in black—drew curious glances from passersby. Ignoring the attention, they walked straight toward the exit. A woman with short hair in a black suit—Kiritsugu’s assistant, Maiya Hisau—was already waiting for them. Seeing her, a faint shadow crossed Saber’s expression. "Has Kiritsugu arrived?" Irisviel asked after they got into the car. "Yes, ma’am. He reached Fuyuki yesterday," Maiya replied from the driver’s seat. Hearing Kiritsugu’s name, Saber lowered her head. She could not forget the look of disappointment on his face when she had first been summoned. "Would Master truly look down on me just because I’m a woman?" A pale, slender hand reached over and gently clasped Saber’s gloved one. "Don’t worry," Irisviel whispered softly in her ear. "Kiritsugu is merely disillusioned with an era that placed the fate of a nation on the shoulders of a single girl." "But saving Britain is my ideal." Saber’s brows tightened. "From the moment I drew the Sword from the Stone, I was resolved. He has no right to dismiss my ideals so lightly." Sensing the weight in Saber’s tone, Irisviel gently squeezed her hand. "Saber, come shopping with me." "Shopping?" Saber was taken aback. "Should we not first go to the Einzbern villa outside the city and rendezvous with your husband?" "Ara, don’t be so stiff. The Holy Grail War doesn’t officially begin until midnight.“ "But…" Saber hesitated. "To be honest," Irisviel murmured as she gazed at the bustling crowds outside the window with fascination, "this is my first time going outside…" Saber was stunned. "You mean… all this time you…" "Yes," Irisviel continued. "I was created for the Holy Grail War—a doll with a life both brief and fragile. Grandfather never allowed me to leave. I lived all my life inside the Einzbern castle…" She gave a faint, fragile smile. "Of course, I’m not ignorant of the outside world. Kiritsugu told me many stories. But to walk upon this world with my own feet—this is the first time." "Miss Maiya, please stop up ahead," Saber said softly, lowering her gaze as she gently tightened her hold on Irisviel’s fingertips. Her knightly nature stirred with sympathy for her mistress. "Lead the way. This is my first time here as well—but to accompany a princess is a knight’s duty." "Thank you…" Irisviel silently intertwined her fingers with Saber’s.