Hello readers and everyone else! Welcome back to the next chapter of Lord of Swords. We have a nice catch-up chapter for you. No fight scene here, mostly talking between the main selling points of this whole story. I'm sure a lot of you have been waiting for it.

This chapter was finished about a month ago, but you know R.O.W., the dragon works when he wants to. Ever since the new monster hunter came out, he has been all over that. Though I can't say I am without blame here, one of my friends got Elden Ring for me, so as it was a gift I have been playing it with my friend. Some of you might have encountered Slim The Heavy in your journey through the lands between. BUT before you ask, no I don't think I will be doing a crossover for it. While it is a well-made game, it is difficult to cross with other than having X character become a tarnish then have him/her run through the game.

Moving on from that, I am in my last semester in college (aside from outside classes), meaning I shall be joining the grind for a job soon. As you all might know, that will lessen the amount of time I have for this hobby. Just be aware of that.

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Now the chapter!

Shirou and Artoria sat together on the hill where she had landed, enjoying each other's company. Shirou began to explain everything that had happened since they parted ways at the end of the Grail War. He covered the events that followed the war and the life he had been reborn into.

"To think you were so close, and yet I didn't notice you," Artoria scolded herself. "I could have protected you from the fairies and The Morrigan if I had been more observant."

"You know I would never blame you for not noticing me," Shirou reassured her.

"I know you don't, but still, it would have saved you a lot of grief with the fairies," Artoria acknowledged, her expression turning serious. "However, after hearing what those fairies did to you, I will formally object to your treatment and track down your father."

"Thank you, Artoria. But according to a writ I received from the Lady of the Lake, my father has been released to my divine mother. Vivian also convinced many of the fairies to stop coming after me."

"You are a godling now, that's a striking difference from your first life. How do you feel about it?" Artoria asked, glancing past him.

"My divine mother gave me this rune," Shirou said, showing her the specially crafted rune around his neck. "It suppresses my mother's heritage, and the druid I mentioned recently gave me another rune that will gradually allow my demigod side to start revealing itself. So far, I haven't noticed any change. However, I do have to thank my demigod heritage for the increase in my magic circuits."

"I noticed," she commented, lifting his hand and tracing his arm with her finger. "It's far better than what you had during the Grail War. I'm glad you learned from your previous life. With the amount of mana you are channeling, I would say you could fully sustain my servant form without the Grail's assistance. I also sensed the displacement of mana when you used your magecraft—a reality marble, like Archer's."

"Yes, that was a shocking realization to see him staring back at me in my reflection one day."

Artoria nodded in agreement. "I found it odd that he would hide that longing look at me. I suppose it makes sense now; he was, in a way, a version of you."

Shirou nodded and then asked. "How did you find me?"

Artoria looked off into the distance as she recalled her second life in this universe. "As soon as the memories of my previous life returned to me, I felt a wave of sadness. My parents quickly noticed and asked what had happened. At that time, I was not in a sound state of mind, which made it difficult for me to create a believable lie. So, I told them I had lost my scabbard. They were confused at first, but after seeing how distraught I was, they began to search for it. However, they were looking for an object, so I added that my scabbard was something I needed to find. After some convincing, they relented and lent me some of their resources to assist me. I was given a small group of people, and I provided them with a description of the man I believed had taken it."

"My appearance," Shirou guessed, to which Artoria nodded.

"Yes, I had hoped that if I appeared in this universe, fate would also allow you to do so." She looked down and to the side. "I was forced to relent when I found no sign of others from our universe arriving here. The news sent me back into despair, but my mother gave me an item from her horde that allowed me to create dreams based on my memories."

"I suppose when I appeared in England and used Gáe Bulg, you sensed the Noble Phantasm," Shirou said.

"No, I had not sensed it."

"Then how?"

"I send recon teams into the world every couple of generations," Artoria answered simply.

Shirou paused for a moment. "How long—"

"For about 13 centuries."

Shirou quickly did the math in his head. "That would make you—"

He stopped when Artoria pinched his cheek, causing him to halt. "It's rude to ask a woman her age, Shirou."

"Forgive me, Artoria," Shirou joked, wincing from the pain.

She released him and smiled. "You are, of course, forgiven."

"I'm sorry for making you wait so long."

"That is in the past. Now, I have you back, my scabbard," Artoria replied, leaning her head against him, an act he quickly returned. "You have no idea how happy I am to have you back."

"Agreed," Shirou said, leaning into her.

"Once I received news from one of the recon teams, I quickly attuned my senses to magecraft and traveled to the New World. Fortunately, my father's legacy allowed me to navigate the diplomatic proceedings swiftly. I had a feeling you would find yourself in trouble again."

"Diplomatic proceedings? You mean you met with the Greek Pantheon," Shirou remarked, recalling his own encounter with the Greek gods. "Just who is your father, anyway?"

Artoria smirked in amusement as she remembered her father. "My father is Y Ddraig Goch."

"The Welsh red dragon?" Shirou asked, surprised. "Hmm, so you were born as the daughter of your kingdom's symbol. Yet, Rider from our war took over the version of herself in this universe."

"Merlin infused my body with dragon blood at my birth. Whatever means brought us here might have influenced the circumstances of my birth," Artoria hypothesized. "I was born after the Arthur of this universe had passed; therefore, I was likely reborn rather than merged with him since he was already dead. As for Rider, her counterpart must have still been alive, which led to both of them combining their existences. It is possible that Rider was stronger than her counterpart, thus taking over as the main body and personality. Speaking of Rider, she is with you. She hasn't harmed you, has she?"

Shirou shook his head. "No, it doesn't seem like she came from our universe either. It's our world, but a different version of the Grail War. As it turns out, she is Medusa, the monster that Perseus slew."

"I see. Such an ancient servant fell rather easily, even in my underpowered state. I only remember one interaction with her during the Grail War."

"It turns out that Shinji was not her real master; Sakura was. However, she gave her command seals to him, and considering Shinji's lack of magecraft ability."

"Rider was underpowered as well," Artoria summarized. "She also made no effort to dodge my attack. It stands to reason she had given up on winning and allowed herself to be defeated."

"This version of Rider is far more powerful; she is a reborn servant—maybe even fully reborn with all her abilities. It also stands to reason that she is not limited by a servant's typical restrictions. Brian claimed to have detected divinity in her."

"That's odd, but fortunately, she is not the only one. Having been reborn as a dragon, I have become more powerful myself. I possess both a full dragon's might and the wisdom and experience from my previous life, along with you, my armaments." Artoria replied, not so much bragging as expressing her worth. "However, my rebirth has not come without some side effects."

"Nothing dangerous?" Shirou asked, becoming concerned.

"Besides a newfound vulnerability to dragon-slaying weapons, no," Artoria replied, easing Shirou's worry. "I'm speaking more about changes in personality and mood. While I retain both my personality from my previous life and my servant memories, I've noticed that I've become more possessive of what I consider to be mine. My discipline keeps it in check, but it does creep up from time to time. I've also developed a fondness for shiny objects, like gold."

"Do you sleep on your treasure too?" Shirou asked, amused.

"Not since I was young," Artoria answered, then gave Shirou a mischievous smile. "However, I believe I will start again soon."

Shirou couldn't help but blush. "And I look forward to cooking for you again, my king."

Artoria blushed at the thought of enjoying her Sheath's delicious food once more. "I too look forward to that."

"What is our plan moving forward?" Shirou asked his king.

"Truthfully, I would like nothing more than to return to England; however, I'm unsure how my father would react to you. I can imagine him forcing you to go on some wild and overly dangerous mission to earn the right to my hand. I fear I don't truly have the ability to stop him."

Artoria raised her hand as Shirou moved to reply. "I know you would rise to any challenge set before you, my scabbard. Just because you are willing does not mean you should. For the moment, I will communicate with my father through messages. I shall handle the brunt of his… protectiveness. Meanwhile, we will also work to bring this conflict with the fairies to a close. Then, all we will have left to deal with are the Greeks."

"What about your mother?" Shirou asked, momentarily putting aside the topic of the Greeks.

"My mother is the more open-minded of my parents," Artoria admitted. "However, being a dragon, she might have some reservations about me choosing a magically inclined human in her eyes. While she is open-minded, I suspect she will ultimately need more convincing than my father."

"Is your mother the White Dragon?!" Shirou asked, a bit surprised.

Artoria burst out laughing and covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh, perish the thought! The White Dragon, or Albion as he prefers to be called now, is not my mother. My father and Albion still fight occasionally, but given the state of the world, the severity of their battles has decreased. When they do fight seriously, they try to do it out of the sight of the mortal world. But no, my mother is a blue dragon; you won't find her in any myths, I'm afraid."

"I see. You mentioned that the Greeks will still be a problem. I thought you had taken care of them," Shirou said, returning to the subject of the Greek gods.

"I doubt they will truly stop pursuing you just because of our meeting. I took great care to keep them from not knowing anything about you, so we will have some time away from their prying eyes. However, once they learn that you are the treasure I mentioned, they are bound to interfere with us. No doubt, they will also covet your abilities as well. I suppose settling this so-called debt with Hades is the first step. I am sure he will not be so keen to use his power when the field is leveled."

"You can fight a god now?" Shirou asked, surprised.

"Perhaps a minor one, but between you, Caliburn, and me, we can certainly take down even a major god," Artoria explained, sounding quite confident. "However, given my status as the daughter of Ddraig, I believe Hades will settle the debt without much fuss."

Artoria smiled as she shifted to a more enjoyable topic. "For now, I believe we should take advantage of our situation. We must start building our history together in this universe; I don't think love at first sight will be enough for many."

"Being carried away by a dragon might be hard to explain out of the blue," Shirou agreed. "Brian may not be here right now, but he already knows all the important events since I came here. He has been a big help since joining me, and I'd prefer not to lie to him or leave out important information."

"It's an unavoidable consequence of our circumstances, I'm afraid. He claimed to be the Crimson Druid, yes? His created wood was red in color?" Shirou nodded in acknowledgment. "Then being more honest with him may prove beneficial."

"He is away at the moment, visiting a friend for the next few days," Shirou replied.

"Very well, we should return. But before we do, I must take care of something," Artoria explained with a serious expression. Shirou nodded, and Artoria wrapped her arms around him. A warmth enveloped him, lasting for a few moments before they separated and the warmth began to fade.

"What was that?" Shirou asked.

"I placed my magical energy on you, marking you as part of my hoard," Artoria explained, blushing slightly. "I'm sorry; my draconic instincts wouldn't allow anything less."

Shirou looked down at himself, not feeling any different. His magical senses picked up an ashy, lizard-like smell, but beyond that, he felt no change.

"I don't feel any different. If anything, it might prevent others from trying to mess with me," he remarked.

"Some may be warded away, true enough," Artoria warned. "However, others might see you as valuable and try to kidnap you or use you as leverage against me. On the plus side, I will be able to track you more easily should that ever happen."

Artoria's body began to shine as she transformed back into her dragon form. "Come, let us be away."

Artoria extended her front claw, allowing Shirou to climb on. She lifted him to her shoulder, from where he stepped onto her back. For a moment, a purple magical energy enveloped Shirou before fading, and Artoria said, "Gravitational magic." She noticed his confused expression and added, "You don't have to worry about falling off now."

In an instant, Artoria took to the sky, retracing their route. The return trip felt better than the first; the cold wind had mostly been countered, likely due to Artoria's magic. Shirou observed that they seemed to be flying a bit slower than before. Artoria's movements were less focused on speed and more on the gracefulness of her flight. It was almost as if she were showing off, or perhaps flying with her head held high, as if returning from a successful battle against a worthy foe. Shirou smiled as he looked up at Artoria, realizing that this was what she meant about her personality being influenced by her new draconic form.

However, despite the healing effects of Avalon, exhaustion was beginning to catch up with Shirou. He shifted to the base of Artoria's neck and laid down, quickly lulled to sleep by the sound of her rhythmic breathing. Sensing her love had fallen asleep on her back, Artoria breathed a sigh of relief. She had her scabbard back; now, she just needed to secure their relationship in this world.

Fortunately, she had once been a king, and securing a marriage was part of her responsibilities. All she really needed to worry about was the possibility of another Lancelot.

Rider and Garret rushed back to the enclave. Garret's car slid to a stop, and both of them quickly jumped out. Garret had his pistol drawn, while Rider wielded her chain dagger, but they found only the sleeping forms of the druids around them. Garret hurried over to the nearest druid to check if he was truly unharmed. Meanwhile, Rider was attempting to track down the source of the magical wave. Realizing that the druids were merely asleep, she dashed towards what she believed to be the epicenter of the disturbance.

As Rider sprinted into the woods, trees blurred past her. She arrived at the scene of a battle that had clearly involved powerful weapons. However, without any bodies present, she hesitated to determine which side had emerged victorious. At that moment, she couldn't detect Shirou's magical signature. He wouldn't have left if he had a choice, especially given the devastation in the area; the battle appeared to have ended rather than devolved into a chase.

The mana in the air was still in flux, reminiscent of a magical earthquake with aftershocks yet to settle. This disturbance would undoubtedly attract the attention of magically inclined beings. She could only speculate that the local mythological beings, if not the Greek gods themselves, would be drawn to the region to investigate. Rider knew she needed to prepare for their potential arrival.

Upon returning to the enclave, Rider found Garret using one of the items from his bag on Deepwood. It seemed to be working, as Deepwood's eyes slowly began to open.

"Damn fairies," Deepwood murmured, holding his head with one hand as Garret helped him up. "They cast a sleeping enchantment over the entire enclave."

"All this just to get a S-Archer," Garret commented.

"It's not the most outlandish thing they've done. Given the strength of the magic, I can only guess it was one of their heavy hitters," Deepwood continued, glancing around at the other residents of the enclave who were still under the fairies' influence. "The best we can do is raise an objection, but I doubt it will go anywhere."

"I thought that Archer joining the Druids would prevent this from happening," Garret complained.

"If Brian were part of an Enclave, then maybe, but since we were put to sleep and nothing was directly damaged, the fairies have enough wiggle room to talk their way out of any serious repercussions." Deepwood paused, as if he suddenly felt something. "What happened? The mana in the air… something disrupted the very mana of this place."

"One of Archer's abilities," Rider spoke up.

"What the hell did he do?" Deepwood asked, a bit irritated that he wasn't informed about someone with such power being among them.

"What's the problem?" Garret asked, confused.

"The magic in the area has been heavily disturbed, as if a spot of land suddenly had all its water removed," Deepwood explained, but Garret didn't look impressed. "Maybe the water analogy is weak… it's like someone ripped apart space-time for a moment. Reality is trying to correct itself."

Deepwood then looked at Rider. "Archer is capable of casting space-time magic?"

"Not in the way you might think," Rider replied.

"Then explain it to me," Deepwood insisted.

"It's not my place to explain," Rider countered, unsure how this universe would react to a kind of magic that overrides the laws as they know them.

"Don't test me, snake," Deepwood hissed. "This is my enclave, and it is my duty to protect it."

"Archer's abilities are his own to explain," Rider replied, unfazed by the druid's comment. "By now, you should know that Archer would never use his abilities to harm those who have been helping him."

"Brian failed to mention that such powerful forces would be coming here," Deepwood countered. "This is a small enclave. We can barely muster enough able fighters to ward off monster attacks. We will not be able to stand up against the heaviest hitters the fairies can deploy. It seems that the fairies are willing to risk diplomatic incidents with us over Archer."

"If you want us to leave, just come out and say it," Garret commented, growing tired of the roundabout discussion.

"I would never turn away friends of Brian, but he should have at least warned me about the scope of power that was going to be present in my enclave," Deepwood replied coldly. "Since he is away on business, our old agreement will continue to be honored. However, he and I will have words when he returns."

Whatever comment Garret was about to make died on his lips as he suddenly looked up. "Something big is heading this way. It sounds like wings."

Rider narrowed her eyes and used her magic to enhance her hearing. Sure enough, the sound of massive wings registered in her ears, growing louder by the second. Enhancing her vision, she spotted the quickly approaching silhouette of a massive blue dragon. "There is a blue dragon approaching."

"WHAT? A DRAGON!?" Deepwood screamed, his face a mask of terror. "We need to evacuate now!"

"I don't have enough of my margana to wake everyone, nor the time if the sound is anything to go by," Garret reported.

"How do you know this dragon is going to attack?" Rider asked, mentally assessing how she might deal with the creature. If push came to shove, she could take on her Gorgon form. However, doing so would draw a lot of attention, and there was the issue of her personality. Changing into that form meant embracing her monstrous side more than her human/goddess side she currently occupied. Her actions would become more in line with those of a monster, and Rider feared she might not be able to return from that transformation. However, if she had to…

"Dragons don't fly low when they are traveling, only when they are landing or preparing for an attack!" Deepwood explained before rushing to his office, shouting, "I need to send out a message! Why is the whole world crashing down on me today?!"

A shadow passed overhead, drawing Rider's attention back to the sky. A massive blue western dragon was circling back after overshooting the Enclave. Even from a distance, Rider could feel the power radiating off the enormous creature. As it completed its turn, it began to descend, indicating that it intended to land within the Enclave. The fact that the dragon did not use its breath weapon to strafe the area and instead chose to land suggested that dragons in this universe might be intelligent. There was a possibility it would communicate rather than attack first. However, given Deepwood's reactions, Rider was hesitant to believe that.

The ground shook as the blue dragon landed in the clearing. Its reptilian green eyes fixed on Rider, who in turn gazed back at the dragon. She contemplated using her mystic eyes but realized there was a good chance the dragon could resist them. Yet, the dragon seemed to regard her with an air of familiarity.

A bright light began to engulf the dragon, and its massive form shifted within the illumination until it took the shape of a humanoid. When the light faded, a blonde-haired woman stood in place of the dragon, cradling the body of Shirou.

"Didn't know dragons could do that," Garret remarked, his pistol drawn but not raised. "She's also got Shirou's S-Archer. What do we do?"

Meanwhile, Rider was struggling to shake off the sense of familiarity she felt from the woman. There was something about her appearance that seemed too familiar, almost resembling an older version of Shirou's servant, Saber. Deciding to take a chance, Rider called out, "Saber?"

The dragon-turned-woman inclined her head slightly. "Rider. I see you recognize me."

"We fought once or twice," Rider replied.

"And I remember defeating you first time we crossed paths." Saber responded coldly.

"Mind filling me in here?" Garret asked Rider.

"In another life, we were enemies," Rider stated vaguely.

"In another life," Saber agreed, maintaining her distant expression. "As long as you know your place, I am willing to leave it in the past."

Rider raised an eyebrow. It was possible that this version of Saber was from a different timeline, just like Shirou. Perhaps they were both from the same timeline. Saber seemed to be more passive-aggressive than Rider remembered. A brief glance at Shirou and back to Saber made Rider narrow her eyes at Saber.

'Territorial, protective, and suspicious of other females,' Rider thought. 'Maybe she sees me as the greatest threat here. Even so, this Saber is different from the one I encountered during the war.'

"What happened to Archer?" Rider asked the former servant of Shirou.

Saber raised an eyebrow at the use of servant class names for Shirou but did not comment on it. "He was attacked by a powerful fairy, Merihorn, if memory serves."

Rider didn't recognize the name. "Is he wounded?"

"Yes, and he is suffering from overuse of his magecraft," Saber confirmed. "However, with my presence, he will be well again in no time. I would like to speak to the leader of these druids, if at all possible."

Rider looked over at Garret. "Could you get Deepwood for me?"

Garret glanced back at Rider and then at Saber. "Are you sure she's not going to attack?"

"No, she has what she wants," Rider remarked.

Garret did not reply but jogged over to the building that Deepwood had entered. A few minutes later, both he and Deepwood exited the building. Deepwood seemed to be hiding his fear behind a mask of stoicism.

"G-greetings, great dragon. I welcome you to my enclave," Deepwood stammered.

"I thank you, and I apologize for any alarm it may have caused," Saber introduced herself. "My name is Artoria, Daughter of Ddraig. I simply request some lodging for myself and... Archer. I assure you, my stay will not disrupt your operation here, Mr. Deepwood."

"A-Archer already has a room; I can find a room for you most q-"

"Archer's room will be more than enough. I would be obliged if one among you could show me to his room."

Gone was Deepwood's stoic mask; now it was replaced by pure shock. "I... I…" he stammered before turning to Garret. "If you could show Lady Artoria to Archer's room."

Garret looked back at Artoria and then at Deepwood before holstering his pistol. Artoria took this moment to approach the three from her landing zone. Once she was close enough, Garret began leading her to Shirou's room. The walk was quiet; Garret wasn't keen on risking an insult to the powerful creature behind him, nor did he know how to strike up a conversation with such a being. Soon enough, they arrived at the door leading to Shirou's room. Garret opened the door and stepped aside. Artoria wasted no time entering the room and closed the door behind her with magic.

"You're welcome," Garret murmured to himself before turning back to rejoin Rider and Deepwood.

When he returned to Deepwood and Rider, he found Deepwood lost in thought.

"What's wrong? The dragon isn't attacking," Garret commented, crossing his arms.

"For that, I am grateful, but it raises several new questions. The dragon claimed to be the daughter of Ddraig, who is the central mythical power in England. She is essentially royalty," Deepwood explained.

Garret glanced at Rider. The two shared a history that included Artoria claiming to have killed Rider. Adding to the strangeness was the fact that this Artoria seemed to know Shirou, but Rider appeared unconcerned by the recent developments.

"So, what does this mean for us?" Garret asked.

"It means we have to keep Lady Artoria happy, lest her father decides that we've disrespected him through his daughter," Deepwood answered cautiously, clearly imagining such a scenario in his mind. "Though what she wants with Archer is still unknown. I suppose his magic might interest her, but why bring him here of all places if she took an interest in him?"

'Seems clear to me,' Garret thought. This Artoria dragon lady was holding Shirou as if he were her lover.

"Unless… he is a Dragon Tamer."

"A what?" Garret asked, sounding as if he had just heard something absurd spoken with all seriousness.

"A Dragon Tamer. Those who have a very high affinity with dragons to the point where they can, for lack of better words, tame them," Deepwood explained, a eureka moment evident on his face.

"You're yanking my chain here."

"I know it might sound childish, but those people do exist," Deepwood clarified. "It's not just a dragon thing; you may have heard of people who naturally connect with others or animals. Of course, Dragon Tamers are more revered because of the power dragons hold and how rare they are. Those with such abilities may never even realize they have them, especially Dragon Tamers, given the scarcity of dragons."

Rider listened with indifference. She knew full well that Shirou was not one of these so-called Dragon Tamers. She and Saber had simply bonded before being reborn into this universe; Saber becoming a dragon was just a coincidence. More likely, Saber's original personality influenced her dragon form, whereas Shirou was merely an ordinary person—nothing more, nothing less.

Suddenly, the magical energy in the area shifted. Rider looked back toward the direction of town, and Deepwood followed her gaze. Gerret raised an eyebrow before noticing his phone vibrating.

"Please tell me if one of you knows what that was?" Deepwood asked, his worried expression returning.

Rider narrowed her eyes. "No, this feels different." She sensed it wasn't magecraft.

"I might have an idea," Garret chimed in, showing his phone screen to the others. "Do you remember that suspicious strip club I mentioned? They just launched a massive event, promoting their 'unique entertainers and drinks all at a discount' for tonight."

Deepwood leaned closer to look at Garret's phone. "Do you mind?" he asked.

Garret handed him the phone, and Deepwood began scrolling through the post. Rider turned to Garret, asking, "Why do you suspect this strip club?"

"Considering the look you and Deepwood just exchanged, I can only guess something magical just happened. Then my phone gets this news update about the strip club, which is already surrounded by supernatural rumors. It got me thinking—maybe they were planning something, and now that all these prominent figures have arrived, they've had to change their timetable, you know?" Garret reasoned.

"I believe our Grimm's intuition is correct," Deepwood commented, returning the phone. "I know about that strip club. Ever since it opened, there's been a noticeable uptick in supernatural events and magical distortions. At first, I attributed it to a small group trying to use magic to help run a business, but that magical tremor didn't feel like a mere powerful spell cast. It felt like an area-of-effect spell."

"How come we're not feeling any effects?" Garret asked, crossing his arms.

"The magical field surrounding the town must be negating the effects of the spell," Deepwood guessed. "This is something we'll need to investigate."

"I'll go in," Garret declared.

"If there are monsters there, they will recognize you as a Grimm," Rider countered.

"True, but I was raised in a strip club. I know how they operate and how to navigate around it," Garret argued. "I'm not saying you can't come, but I should be the one to go in."

Rider considered his point; she was curious to see how he would handle this. "Very well."

"I shall join you as well," Artoria said as she approached. "Archer is recovering from his wounds, and I'd rather be safe while he recuperates."

"I, for one, don't mind having dragon backup," Garret commented.

"I'll work on reviving the rest of the enclave," Deepwood explained. "If you need support, you'll have the entire enclave ready." He gave Artoria a meaningful look. "Not that I think you'll need it."

"We'll take my car," Garret decided. "First, I'll need some tools."

And we come to the end. Thank you all for reading and I hope you guys have a nice weak!