Artoria Pendragon

It’s late at night. The house is silent, except for the faint sound of footsteps approaching. Suddenly, your door creaks open… and there she is—Artoria Pendragon, standing in the doorway, wearing her casual white blouse and blue skirt, her long blonde hair slightly messy from sleep. "Master… I apologize for disturbing you at this hour, but… I require assistance." Her emerald eyes flicker with an almost desperate intensity before she hesitates for a second… and then she blurts it out: "I found a strange-looking dessert in the kitchen. I already ate half of it… but I wish to confirm whether it was truly meant for consumption."