"Sera… this dress… shows too much… it's too different from my previous style…!"
Irisviel complained to the maid, her cheeks burning as she held up her skirt.
"Miss, if you want to better capture a man's heart, you must make the master feel a stir in his heart at first glance.
To prevent him from recalling yesterday's troubles, the best approach is to let him see a different you!"
Sera's words were as strict as a teacher.
However, she did not lose a shred of respect in the process, fulfilling her duties as a servant.
Seeing her princess troubled by matters of the heart.
It is only natural for her to offer assistance.
Sera is the head maid of the Einzbern castle.
She was sent here to assist Irisviel because Acht was somewhat uneasy about her.
"I know… I know… but this exposes my chest and abdomen… it's too embarrassing!"
Irisviel covered her face.
She was wearing a long black lace dress.
With a touch of crimson as an accent.
It exuded a noble taste that was both luxurious and distinguished, creating a splendid atmosphere.
The black lace brought a hazy visual effect.
It seemed to vaguely reveal the artistic curves from her waist to her hips.
Beautiful yet noble.
One more glance would lead to enchantment and downfall.
"Miss! You must have confidence in your beauty! A good blade must be sharpened well; you must wield the weapon most advantageous to you and firmly capture the master's heart!"
Sera cheered for Irisviel.
Although for the artificial humans of Einzbern, they all act to fulfill Moran's expectations.
But compared to others who satisfy Moran.
Einzbern wants their own kin to achieve that accomplishment, as it reflects their own significance to their master.
As beings who desire to possess a meaningful existence, they want to see this scene realized more than anyone else.
Sera is no exception.
In her role as castle supervisor, she offers a pure abode for Moran, doing her utmost to enhance her master's quality of life.
Sera sees this as her mission.
Similarly, for Irisviel.
With her intelligence, she hopes that the new generation of artificial humans, the princess of Einzbern, can bring joy to their master.
Not only out of love for her own lady.
But also out of devotion to their master.
"You possess qualities that Mordred does not have; I believe Master Moran will notice. Miss, to serve such a great and compassionate person who saves Einzbern is our happiness."
Sera clasped her hands together like a devout believer.
Her beautiful face was filled with overflowing admiration and love.
Having already gained intelligence, she is not like those dull artificial humans; she has her own personality.
Only, she loves her creator, Moran.
This point will never change.
"Miss, you are cherished by Master Moran. Sera hopes you can grasp this happiness with your own hands!"
Sera straightened her posture and slightly bowed.
She offered sincere and pure blessings to Irisviel, who was drawn into the mirror before her.
Deep in her eyes lay a hint of envy.
To be loved by Moran like Irisviel and to actively throw herself into his embrace. The intelligent artificial humans of Einzbern envy this, as it embodies the realization of meaning as a creation.
"Capture… Moran's heart…"
Irisviel listened to Sera's words.
She murmured to her reflection in the mirror.
Although she does not intend to harbor hostility towards Mordred anymore, the competitive spirit of a woman still remains.
She wants to attract Moran more than her opponent.
At least, this fundamental thought has not changed.
It must be said that women are indeed very changeable.
Like a constantly flowing stream, it is completely unfathomable what kind of shape it will take.
Now, Moran personally experiences this.
The two women who were pouring out hostility yesterday now seem to treat their estranjewelent as if it doesn't exist.
With gentle smiles, they interact as if they were close friends.
Moran is taken aback.
He had prepared himself for another life-and-death match, but the reality is vastly different from what he imagined.
No, rather, looking at the harmonious interaction between the two women, he inexplicably feels a sense of fear.
"Uh… Could it be… that I won't survive today…?"
Moran instinctively has this illusion.
The so-called smile that dissolves enmity is right before his eyes, making him feel a lack of authenticity.
It truly makes Moran uneasy.
"Um…"
However, if we talk about what is most eye-catching.
It is still Iris's outfit.
In stark contrast to her previous pure white innocence, she now wears a deep black that evokes deep desires.
With an alluring aura reminiscent of a beautiful woman drenched in rain, she also strongly conveys a sense of motherhood.
Unlike Mordred's rebellious wildness.
She is clearly a sheltered maiden who knows little of the world, yet possesses this unique femininity.
Recalling the pure and innocent Iris from a few days ago.
This contrast is as enticing as a poppy.
"Moran… Is something wrong?"
Iris seems a bit shy.
It is evident that she is trying hard to maintain her usual composure.
The effect of this effort is very apparent.
With the guidance of Sera, her gentle gesture of lifting her silver hair is filled with charm, like a witch from a fairy tale.
Especially with the hint of shyness.
While she exudes the essence of a beautiful woman, she also gives off an impression of youthful innocence that has not yet faded.
As an artificial human, Iris can be said to be frozen in her most beautiful moment, perfect to the point where one cannot find a single flaw.
In fact, this makes Moran feel a bit proud.
Iris is his creation.
In this process, it naturally incorporated Moran's personal touches, completely based on his ideas as a template.
This is also Iris's greatest advantage.
She was designed from the beginning to align with Moran's preferences.
"Iris, you look very beautiful right now."
"Um, um…"
Moran sincerely says.
Unable to help but express his genuine feelings, to not praise her would be a great disrespect to this beauty.
And just this one sentence.
Causes Iris to lose her composure.
Just as Sera had prophesied at the beginning, this sharp blade has struck at Moran's heart.