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James stopped walking as a hollow, empty feeling passed over him before the mana flowing between his servant and himself suddenly ceased. He tried to contact Lancer, but he got no response, as if casting his voice across an empty plain. Glancing back towards the church, he began retrace his steps as he pulled out his phone again, quickly cycling though the cameras until his blood ran cold from more that just snow on the ground. Pocketing the device and pulling out both sidearms, he ran back to the entrance of the church before diverting himself down the direction Amina had turned, safeties on his pistols clicking off as he ran.

It wasn't long before he found her, body cooling in the snow with her throat slit. He tried Lancer again, but again no reply. Slowly scanning the area around him, weapons raised in two different directions, he growled lowly under his breath. He flicked the safety on one of his guns and replaced the weapon with his phone as he knelt down besides the woman's body. Keeping an eye on his surroundings, he played back the memory of the camera, taking notes of anything important about Amina's murderer. Curved dagger, Arabic in origin. Turban. Mask. Compiling what he knew of the previous grail wars, it didn't take long to come up with a reasonable culprit. The killer of both his servant and his partner was mostly like the namesake of the Assassin Class, one of the many iterations of the legendary Hassan himself.

James looked sadly at his fallen partner for a moment before sliding her eyes closed, reclaiming the catalyst from her pocket and rising from his place at her side. He walked for about a minute, eyes coldly watching his surroundings before before taking a deep breath and cursing loudly in English. His feet carried him into the church were he wordlessly passed the monk on guard and went into the main hall, taking a seat on one of the back-most pews as he waited for the overseer.