[ Christelle Proulx, Backyard, Ryuudouji Temple]

Made a scary blood circle? Check

Still watching the guy that is just sitting there and stalking her? Check

Prepared to do some acts a Heathen would commit? Check

Feeling like an actual heathen? Nope. Never. She is a pure maiden of Christ and she always will be. 

It was finally time for her to summon a Servant. Her blade for the next two weeks. Out of all the heroes from around the world, which one would she summon? She could maybe get one of the Apostles? They would surely have some power behind them, and would surely have the ability to deal with all the heathens around. 

Maybe she would summon Roland? Not only was he always a devout follower, but he possessed The Peerless Sword, Durandl. If not Roland, maybe another of Charlemagne's paladins, or maybe Charlemagne himself. Any of those would be perfect for Christelle, and they'd also have a lot of power to protect her from any of the heathens lurking around.

Someone from the Crusades would be good. Richard The Lionheart might be fun to work with, as he did specialize in slaughtering heathens from all around. He was a true believer through and through.

However, her dream Servant was Joan of Arc. A French pure maiden just like Christelle. If this grail was going to pick Servants from their capability to their Master, Joan of Arc would be the perfect match.

This was not the time to worry about who she was going to summon, and just get down to summoning. Christelle extended her hand out forwards, and began to chant.

"The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut.

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.

In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!"