I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

"This hair color, this eyes, and most importantly this face...well, you two look alike."

"No, they are the same person at all!"

The above is the discussion that took place immediately after the strange event happened.

God knows what happened.

Inexplicably, it was shiny and windy, and there was a bunch of battles that felt like bluffing, and there were two more people in front of Hong Jiaodong and Bakuhao Katsuki out of thin air.

It was one of the two that they were emphatically discussing.

The petite woman with blond hair and green eyes is wearing armor, and the cold metal reflecting silver light outlines her whole body, which is both serious and sassy.

As soon as this woman appeared, she began to speak strange words—even though she hadn't finished speaking, she stopped abruptly when there were only a few words.

The solemn expression faded uncontrollably, and her face did not hide her surprise, which was obviously an expression of shock.

"You are--"

The first thing she saw was the blond woman in front of her, and it was this glance that made her speechless for a moment.

There is a feeling of looking in a mirror, but there is a subtle and unspeakable difference.

"Ah."

Compared to the shock of the blond swordsman girl, Arturia on their side seemed extremely calm.

"Is that so?" Artoria seemed to understand the key to their current situation through the sudden appearance of a swordsman girl who was surprisingly similar to herself.

"The spell that appeared in your hands should be the command spell used to sign the contract with the heroic spirit." She said to the others: "I still don't know the specific situation, just ask them directly."

Bakugo Katsuki: "Huh? What Command Spell?"

Hong Jiaodong: "What does Heroic Spirit mean?"

Artoria said that she didn't know after all that, wouldn't it be more convenient to ask herself directly.

"Could you please explain it to us?" Artoria's voice was extremely calm when she looked up at the blond girl who had obviously not recovered.

However, what she said was like a bomb that fell from the sky, causing thousands of waves at once: "Was the 'me'?"

pause.

silence.

Then--

"...Is it really the same person in the end!!!"

It's a bit obvious that I guessed the truth, but what is more mixed in this unanimous shout is obviously shock.

The girl swordsman who appeared out of nowhere was indeed at least [-]% similar to Miss Arturia's face.

The former's face did not break away from the concept of "girl", but had a strong aura, not like a real girl.

The latter has the appearance of a complete adult woman, both in appearance and figure.

After such a comparison, it can be concluded that the two are more like the same person in different periods.The obvious commonality is that stupid hair on the top of the head that stands upright at all times...

"You are the 'me' of the future? No, this breath..."

The blond swordsman whose true identity was revealed in a single word—because it is too difficult to distinguish her name as Artoria, here she is temporarily referred to as "saber"—muttered, the agitation in his heart has not subsided.

Because she still feels that it is indeed "her" in front of her, and there is a sense of dislocation that cannot be ignored.

"In Merlin's words, I should be another possibility for your future."

Arturia's tone was still calm, as if she was talking about something that couldn't be more ordinary.

Saber: "..."

Saber's mood became even more subtle.

Probably anyone who bumps into the "self" who claims to be another possibility of his future as soon as he comes out will feel as indescribable as she is now.

However, this entanglement is not particularly important.

Worthy of being the king of a country, Saber quickly accepted this setting, ready to introduce her master who seems to know nothing...

"Well?"

It was interrupted by something again.

The gaze that was subconsciously going to the left turned to the right temporarily, and Saber saw the second person who surprised her.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

But it didn't take long before the howling sound suddenly stopped.

A group of people turned their heads in unison, and what they saw was that the original noise maker only showed the neck below... Wait!

"Stalion, don't gnaw on strange things."

Arturia called out to her mount, a little surprised why Stallion suddenly had the bad habit of gnawing casually.

"Not a weird thing but a - man, hello!"

The teenagers were a little restless, feeling that when they first came to this world, a bunch of strange things rushed over them.

The white horse that once knocked the crowd away with one hoof seemed to be mischievous again. Taking advantage of the opportunity they were talking just now, it opened its mouth—bited the head of some poor man, and chewed there.

Arturia let it loose.

Stallion (stubbornly): "Humph."

Artoria: "What's the matter, are you hungry? Even if you're hungry, you can't eat this."

Stallion: "Hum-heh-heh!"

No matter how much the master persuaded, the stubborn Shenma refused to let go.

The poor man's head was completely contained in Stallion's mouth, and only the body from the neck down was exposed, which was also covered with heavy armor.

Originally, he was screaming ferociously, like an irrational beast, with unknown scarlet lines on the surface of the pitch-black armor, showing a gloomy aura.

However, at this moment.

The ominous red thread seemed to be frightened away by Stallion's crazy chewing, and the poor man in armor instantly became obedient and motionless, letting the saliva of the god horse flow down from his neck.

"Or, let's find a way to rescue this gentleman?"

As the hero representative of the orderly and good camp, Hong Jiaodong immediately wanted to help.

He hadn't realized that the "sir" in his mouth was not a human being, but the "heroic spirit" mentioned earlier, and they didn't actually need them to save him.

And, there is one more problem.

"You are--"

The same voice came from the same mouth.

Saber's mood seemed a little more subtle.

Just like recognizing her future "self", she also recognized this... the knight whose head was eaten by Stallion.

"Mister Lancelot."

Wang's voice is inevitably difficult, and this strange reunion is really beyond imagination, and it can be called a school of its own.

Saber said subconsciously: "Didn't the master call you—huh?"

For some reason, the information that just appeared in her mind caused her to get stuck, but before she could realize it, the information that seemed to be an illusion disappeared in a flash without leaving a trace.

It must be an illusion that she and Sir Lancelot met not long ago by default.

Saber put aside her doubts for a while, and regained her complicated emotions: "I never expected to meet you again in this way."

"........."

I don't know if the heroic spirit who hasn't shown his face heard it, because he still didn't make a sound.

At the same time, Stallion, who was asked by Artoria to let go, finally stopped being stubborn, and seemed to let go of the knight's head unwillingly.

The class of the knight Lancelot summoned here is Berserker.

However, apart from the pitch-black armor and the first looming red stripes, the Heroic Spirit who escaped from the horse's mouth didn't look like a berserker at all.

He is more like an extremely handsome tall knight, with slightly curly shoulder-length purple hair that has become slimy, making people feel pale and melancholy.

——Thinking of his tragic experience just now, he suddenly became more melancholy.

Melancholic Knight: "..."

"Wipe your veil... No, I can't find a veil, so find something to make do with it?"

Melancholic Knight: "..."

"Why is he so silent, um, his eyes seem to be staring in a certain direction, looking for something—"

Melancholic Knight: "..."

Perhaps, it happened to hit the key point.

The melancholy temperament exuding from the purple-haired knight was even deeper. Even though his face was expressionless, he could still see some "resentment" in the details.

Everyone: "..."

With a tacit understanding, they followed the melancholy eyes of the melancholy knight, and looked to the right in unison.

"…………"

"Give it back to him, teacher, and give him the helmet quickly."

"Are you an idiot! Snatching other people's things to wear for no reason!"

"Uh……"

Under the eyes of everyone who seemed to be condemning, a certain boy covered his face with an airtight helmet: "Whoever snatches it from me, it's mine if I wear it on my head!"

"...Then what are you doing?"

"Tsk."

Eric turned his head dismissively, refusing to answer such a boring question...in fact, it hit the key question.

The author has something to say: Shorty, he is keenly aware of the aura of Shura field