[center][h3]Ruler, Church Interior, Backroom[/h3][/center]

[color=fff79a]"Let's see. A new Rider and that Archer at that one house. A Lancer at the cemetery. An Archer at the...docks? Berserker at the temple. Assassin over in the west fields. Berserker in Miyama. Rider in the east fields. No Sabers or Caster yet, though? Hm."[/color]

Lounging in an oversized chair, a near-empty wine glass being tilted around in his hand, the man who had been appointed to serve as the administrator of the Holy Grail War went over the information provided to him by his Class Container. Having claimed this section of the church has his own, planting his flag and marking it as his own domain-...in other words, having told the priests that he wanted to stay here, he had remained in this situation for quite some time.

The glass was once more raised to his lips, being drained dry of its contents before being set down. Not for the first time today, he glanced down at his own attire, a product of his discovery of modern clothing after being summoned. Really, this suited him far better than that trash he'd been summoned in.

If there was someone witnessing this display, they would likely be wondering why Ruler was sitting there, alone, talking to himself out loud. 

...well, it was a good thing nobody was witnessing it, then.

[color=fff79a]"...now that I think about it, maybe I should have made an announcement that the war's participants need to come register with me after being summoned. That would probably make sense given the scale of this one."[/color]

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[color=fff79a]"Well, I'm sure they'll be conscientious enough to come say hello regardless."[/color] He murmured to himself, reaching over to refill his wine glass with a rather worrying level of practiced ease. 

Alone with nothing but his mind and his booze, the great Servant who stood as the king who would preside over this war simply continued on.