In the graveyard of Stavropoleos Church in Bucharest, Kairi Sisigou successfully summoned his Servant.
"—So, you're my Master, huh?"
The short knight, clad entirely in steel, asked this question. Despite the helt, the clear voice was unmistakably transmitted. Sisigoui nodded and extended his hand.
"My na is Kairi Sisigou. I'm your Master, pleased to et you."
"Is this a graveyard? You summoned to an annoying place."
The outstretched hand was ignored. Scratching his head, Sisigou explained:
"Well, even if you say that… Anyway, this place is like my ho turf."
"Were you born in a graveyard?"
"My childhood was spent among corpses."
Understanding that much, the knight nodded.
"I see, you're a necromancer?"
"Correct. So, you're a Saber, right?"
Looking at the sword in the knight's hand, Sisigou asked.
"Isn't that obvious? If you could mistake for a Caster or an Assassin, there must be sothing seriously wrong with your eyes and brain."
"There is an Assassin like that in the world." (King Hassan, I'm talking about you.)
"Could it be that I drew an idiot Master?"
"No, no, you drew the best Master, Saber. I, Kairi Sisigou, pride myself on being a top-tier Master suitable for you."
"Hmph, I wonder if it's just talk."
"Anyway, Saber. Can you tell your true na first? By the way, why is it that even though I'm your Master, I can't see so of your attributes?"
Normally, when a Master faces their Servant, they can obtain certain information. Attributes like strength, endurance, and other critical data, including unique skills, are invaluable for strategic planning.
Therefore, the first thing Masters check is their summoned Servant. Understanding their various paraters is crucial for developing battle strategies.
However, while the basic paraters of this knight were visible, her unique skills and Noble Phantasms were obscured and unreadable.
"It's because of this helt. I'll remove it now."
As soon as Saber finished speaking, the helt covering her face disassembled and rged into the armor. Faced with her revealed appearance, Sisigou was dumbfounded.
"A woman?"
No, perhaps a young boy—it was impossible to tell. Either way, the person had a remarkably youthful appearance. Maybe because he was too surprised, he let slip sothing that hurt her feelings. But Sisigou didn't notice this.
"Don't let hear that again."
"What?"
The cold, murderous words brought Sisigou back to his senses.
"If you call a woman again, I can't guarantee I'll control myself."
Saber's glowing eyes conveyed her murderous intent. It seed she was serious, and Sisigou instinctively muttered:
"Sorry, sorry. I won't say it again."
Raising his hands, Sisigou earnestly apologized.
Although Saber's face was twisted with anger, her mood seed to improve slightly. She took a deep breath and whispered with a sowhat disappointed expression:
"You're forgiven. Rember, don't bring up this topic again."
"OK. So, what's your true na—"
"Huh? What's the matter, Master? I don't know what catalyst you used, but didn't you summon with as your target? You should know my true na without saying it."
"Ah, no, I used this as the catalyst."
While avoiding the gradually dissolving magic circle, Sisigou tossed the catalyst to her. Saber caught it and looked at the item with a puzzled expression.
"What is this?"
"It's a Round Table. You knights used it once."
Saber's mood, which had temporarily improved, imdiately took a sharp downturn again.
Clicking her tongue, she unhesitatingly used her sword to smash the—probably irreplaceable—relic into pieces.
"Hey!"
Saber stomped on the now literal wood chips with her armored foot.
"Despicable! To think I was summoned with sothing like this!"
Judging by her expression, she truly loathed the Round Table from the bottom of her heart.
That's odd, Sisigou thought. For the Knights of the Round Table, that should have been a place of camaraderie. Though the Round Table Knights eventually turned against each other, it wasn't their original intention.
Given her deep hatred for the Round Table, Sisigou quickly deduced her true na. If there was a knight who despised the Round Table so much, it had to be the one who explicitly betrayed the King of Knights.
"Saber. Your true na, could it be 'Mordred'?"
Sisigou's question made Mordred's eyebrows furrow slightly. The fact that her true na was guessed due to her actions made her a bit uneasy.
But she still declared resolutely:
"That's right. My na is Mordred, the only legitimate heir of King Arthur Pendragon."
"But didn't you betray her?"
Facing Sisigou's accusation, Saber suddenly blushed and declared:
"Ah, yes, I did. I indeed rebelled. That king never acknowledged my strength until the end. Whether it was swordsmanship or political skills, I was her equal—no, I had surpassed her. Yet, that damned king refused to let ascend the throne because of my origin."
The cold voice wasn't due to suppressed impulses. Quite the opposite, it was filled with anger and hatred that made her whole body tremble.
Her origin—Mordred was said to be the illegitimate child of King Arthur and his sister Morgan, a fact that was truly damning.
"So I betrayed him and sent him on his way. I wanted that king to know his reign was aningless."
That's right. According to legend, it was indeed Mordred who drove King Arthur to his death. Even after being pierced by the Holy Lance, Mordred still dealt a fatal blow to King Arthur.
The dying King Arthur threw his holy sword back into the lake and went to Avalon. Mordred, on the other hand, breathed her last on the hill of Camlann. What remained was the infamous reputation of the rebellious knight.
"Phew. So, Saber, your wish is to beco king?"
For Mordred, who was denied the throne, becoming king was undoubtedly the wish she would seek the Holy Grail to fulfill. However, Mordred responded to Sisigou's words in a wistful tone:
"No, that's not it. I don't want to use the Holy Grail's power to beco king. Even if I ascended the throne, my father would never acknowledge it. My wish, Master, is to challenge the Sword of Selection, nothing more."
"The Sword of Selection? You an the sword King Arthur pulled from the stone in the legend?"
Saber nodded. Yes, it was said that the young King Arthur pulled out the sword that none of the strongest n in the nation could, thereby earning the right to be king.
If Mordred could pull out that sword, her eligibility to be king would indeed be recognized. However, there was a fatal flaw in her wish.
"—Can I ask a question?"
"Go ahead."
"If the Holy Grail grants your wish, and you can't pull out the sword, what then?"
Indeed. If she challenged the Sword of Selection, there was a possibility she couldn't pull it out. After all, it was a sword that none of the n in the nation could manage. Even though Mordred inherited King Arthur's bloodline, it was hard to say if she could pull it out.
"That's a foolish question, Master. There's no way I can't pull it out!"
However, Saber declared this with her chest puffed out. The pressure contained in her voice indeed carried the dignity befitting a king. Perhaps she could easily pull out the sword.
"So, Master. Give the command. Where are the enemies to be conquered?"
"Don't rush."
Sisigou cald the eager Mordred down.
"Haven't you heard the saying 'haste makes waste'?"
"Who cares about that? I was summoned to slay seven enemies!"
It seed she had already been granted knowledge related to this Holy Grail War.
"True enough. We don't know the current situation of those seven enemies."
At this mont, a faint flapping sound ca from the sky.
Both of them looked up simultaneously. On a branch, a gray pigeon was perched. It twirled its peculiar, emotionless bird eyes and dropped a piece of paper from its beak before flying away after completing its task.
As Sisigoui picked up the paper, Saber eagerly leaned to peek.
"Is it a familiar?"
"Seems like it. It says they want to et us imdiately."
"Who sent it?"
"Those whose interests align with ours."
With that, Sisigou crushed the note that read "Tomorrow morning at nine, Sisigou, Church on the hill."
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