[h2]Izisviel von Einzbern[/h2]

Whilst she could understand the desire for the original formulation of the Grail War to take place away from the eyes of the Mage's Association, it baffled the homunculus that this replica had followed the same logic and gotten as far away from the large circles as possible. Did they honestly think that the level of work they had to put in with their stolen pieces of the Greater Grail was anything as complicated as its creation? Had they simply shown the proper deference, it would have been easy enough to coax her family into doing it properly.

Well, easy enough to coax Izisviel, at least--whether the old man would show any hope again after the Grail's destruction was a riddle for the ages. Instead, the foolish mages had run to America, probably messed everything up, and not even issued an invite afterwards. It seemed like she had to gatecrash their party, then: taking a sword fragment that had been kept as a backup for previous wars, she'd gathered her maids, found a house in the area, and shown up.

It was in the basement of this house that she and Lotus had been preparing the magic circle, comparing it to the correct version that was engrained in their very beings. Satisfied that the gleaming molten silver was correct, the alchemists let it come to a halt and the smaller of the two retreated to stand by the axe-sword and Izisviel's coat as their creator placed the relic down.

The excitement in her eyes was palpable as she stepped back. This was what she was made to do and even the interventions of that nuisance Lord El-Melloi apparently couldn't stop her. For such a grand ritual, there was no holding back: put as much mana into the casting as she could, even if the relic guaranteed a Saber. There was no point taking chances.

"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 (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.

"Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword. 
In accordance with the approach 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 ―――！"

The words were said with the utmost confidence, homunculus standing proud. There was no possibility that she could fail to summon a Servant, to be rejected by the Grail. Whatever methods they had used, the core came from the Einzbern. They would always be chosen as Masters.

Now, she simply awaited her Saber...