Chapter 555:
Ah, so that's Vivian.
Well, I assumed so because that's what Artoria basically screamed in confusion and shock and had yet to dislodge the presumably old acquaintance from her. Though, it shouldn't be her Vivian, that should be just too fantastical.
Despite how nonsensical the Fae are, especially back home, there's no way she could have been tracked down and passed the world boundaries as a world terminal like she was supposed to be.
Regardless, Artoria looked at me for help and I had no idea how to handle this.
I just realized that I never accounted for there being a situation where I genuinely had hesitation about harming one of their kind. Sure, there would always be some that could be…..negotiated with, or amicable even. But even then, those were situations where my hand was merely stayed, not completely neutered like in this case.
I had to wave off a bunch of people who noticed and were about to approach. They instead stood a distance away, but ready to become involved if things went south.
"L-Lady Vivian, could you please – "
"Arthurrrrr!" She whined again, continuing to bury her head in Artoria's chest. "You let yourself go, why is your chest so flabby!?"
"….those are my breasts." Artoria forced out with red cheeks.