If Hakuno had to choose any one reason to never be a magus, she had probably found a good one: Goddamn was it disturbing stuff. The young successor of the Kishinami family was not exactly passionate about her heritage. Not that she had anything against magecraft, it was just a surprisingly uninteresting trait for her. It was a shame she didn't have an older sibling that could be bothered by all this stuff, instead. But no, it was up to Hakuno to smear her blood, along with the blood of animals for this stupid ritual. It was probably a good thing she started preparations several days early; Hakuno wouldn't describe herself as squeamish, but she spent a looooong time in the bathroom, washing her hands frantically. Well, either way, it had finally been prepared, all she had to do now was incant the summoning ritual, bring out a Servant, and hope to god she didn't die in the next few days. The young magus had been wracked with many emotions since she had travelled to this place. Fear had been rather prominent, mixed with dread. A tiny bit of hope... at the current moment, Hakuno was banking on summoning a powerful Servant. She'd been unable to obtain a catalyst for anyone, which meant her chances of getting a weak warrior was extremely high. So many times, Hakuno had considered just ditching the whole war thing and going back home. Sure, that meant slowly dying of a disease that was going to eat her memories, but participating in this war probably meant a painful, gory death anyway. But for whatever reason, Hakuno pressed on, putting her misgivings aside. She had carefully studied the steps required to summon, rehearsed the spell so many times, and now... she stood by the magic circle, completing the ritual. "You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!" Concluding the chant, Hakuno watched the emergence of her partner with trepidation, legs shaking as she prepared to answer whoever heeded her call in the most authoritative voice she could muster.