Chapter 486: Absurdly Handsome

Bai Hang flipped the Mystic Card back and forth, her face full of confusion.

"What is this?"

She muttered to herself, "A business card? Or... some souvenir?"

She tried rubbing the surface of the card with her fingers, but there was no reaction.

(Forget it, I'll keep it for now.)

She casually slipped the card into her pocket, then stood up and brushed the dust off her hands.

"Lancer—"

She shouted toward the pit, "I found a strange card!"

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly, "What kind of card?"

"It's... a card with an assassin drawn on it, all dark."

Bai Hang said while climbing up, "Maybe it was left by that Assassin?"

She used hands and feet to scramble back to the pit's edge, brushed the dirt off herself, and took the card from her pocket to hand it to Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan took it, looked at it, and his golden eyes narrowed slightly.

He had never seen a card like this.

The patterns on it contained a special kind of magic, but it differed from any system he knew.

"It might be some kind of... magical artifact from this world," he offered a vague assessment.

Bai Hang scratched her head.

She recalled that back on Xianzhou, she sometimes picked up odd things that looked similar.

Forget it, keep it for now.

She slipped the card into her pocket and brushed the dust off her hands.

"Let's go, leave here first."

She looked up at Jing Yuan, "This place is too dangerous; what if that Berserker comes back..."

Jing Yuan nodded.

Only they didn't notice that deep in the shadows of the ruins, a pair of eyes watched their departing silhouettes.

Those eyes were blood‑red, with a playful smile.

"Hehe?"

Perspective shift.

Fujimura Lixiang felt she must have committed some sin in a past life.

Otherwise there'd be no way to explain why she's now in this awkward situation.

She walked down the street, accompanied by a super gorgeous person in a black suit—no, a super handsome guy in a black suit?

Also not right, it's a super...

She didn't even know how to describe it.

Saber changed into a new outfit today.

A black tailored suit, well‑cut, perfectly outlining her upright figure.

Inside was a white shirt, with a black tie at the collar.

Golden hair was neatly swept to the back, revealing a face so delicate it seemed unreal.

A pair of black sunglasses rested on the bridge of the nose, covering the sharp emerald eyes.

The whole person looked—

absurdly handsome.

The whole appearance was like a domineering CEO stepped out of a romance drama.

No, even more handsome than a domineering CEO!

So handsome that passersby beside him turned their heads, whispering.

"Wow, look at that person!"

"So handsome! Is he a star?"

"Golden hair, must be a foreigner?"

"That aura, definitely a big shot!"

"Is it male or female? Can't tell..."

"Who cares, as long as he's handsome!"

The whispers surged like a tide.

Lixiang's toes were about to puncture the soles of her shoes.

(So awkward, so awkward, so awkward—!!!)

She lowered her head, wishing she could crawl into a crack in the ground.

She hadn't never been stared at—her older sister Fujimura Dahe was so imposing in class that, as a younger sister, she naturally attracted attention.

But she herself had always been low‑key and had never received such treatment.

Now it's over.

She, an ordinary female high‑school student, walked down the street, surrounded by a crowd.

They weren't watching her.

They were watching the guy beside her who was so handsome it wasn't human.

But the problem was that the look in their eyes toward her clearly carried an inquiry of "what's the relationship between that person and the ordinary girl beside him."

Fujimura Lixiang wanted to die.

She couldn't help but turn her head and glance at Saber.

Saber wore an expression of calm, her gaze steady, her steps firm, as if the surrounding stares didn't exist at all.

(Does she really... not feel embarrassed at all?)

Fujimura Lixiang wailed inwardly.

She of course didn't know that, for Artoria, who was once the King of Britannia, being surrounded by the public and watched by subjects was perfectly normal.

Every time she returned from a campaign, every triumphant entry into the city, tens of thousands of people would look at her with the same gaze.

She had long become accustomed to it.

She even thought that Miss Robin's suggestion was indeed useful.

Look, so many people are watching her, which shows her current image is truly eye‑catching.

(Then Master should be attracted as well, right?)

Thinking that way, she tilted her head slightly and looked toward Lixiang, who was walking ahead.

Lixiang's silhouette curled up, her ears turning red like boiled shrimp.

Saber slightly curled the corner of her mouth.

(Good, Master is shy. That shows it works.)

"Um... Saber."

Lixiang lowered her voice, trying to make the "big star" beside her a bit more low‑key.

Saber turned her head and looked at her.

"What's the matter, Master?"

Her voice wasn't deliberately hushed; it was clear enough for anyone within three meters to hear.

In an instant, the surrounding gazes grew even hotter.

"Master? Master banana?"

"Wow, what's this relationship banana?!"

"Master-Servant Play banana?!"

"Young people today play it so flamboyantly banana?!"

Fujimura Lixiang's face flushed bright red in an instant!

She grabbed Saber's hand and dragged her into the side alley, running!

"Wait, Master—"

"Don't speak! Hurry!"

The two sprinted, veering into an empty alley, finally shaking off those gossiping stares.

Fujimura Lixiang leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

Saber stood beside her, her face full of confusion.

"Master, why are we running?"

Fujimura Lixiang lifted her head, looked at Saber's innocent face, and felt a breath stuck in her throat, not knowing how to explain.

"Um... Saber..."

She struggled to form words, "Do you know why those people were looking at you like that just now?"

Saber slightly frowned, "Naturally, it's because of my charisma."

Fujimura Lixiang: "........"

(She really isn't modest, though it's true.)

"That's not the point!"

She flailed wildly, "It's... you called me Master! That term... in this era, it's easy to be misunderstood!"

Saber tilted her head, a bewildered expression on her face.

"Misunderstanding? Misunderstanding what? You are my Master; what's wrong with calling you Master?"

Fujimura Lixiang opened her mouth, then closed it again.

(How... how do I explain this!)

Saber looked at her tangled expression, thoughtfully rubbing her chin.

(The Master reaction... Miss Robin seemed to have mentioned it...)

She recalled the conversation she had with Robin last night.