[h2]Saber, King Arthur Herself[/h2]

"I'm afraid that I cannot provide much information on New York," Saber replied, a somewhat solemn edge on her tone. After all, the knowledge was not relevant to the Holy Grail War. And thus it had not been granted to her. It was as simple as that. As such, there was little she could provide at this stage of planning. Solving mysteries, as it was, was not one of her chief skills, but if she were required to do a search she had already explained her capabilities in that regard. It was a simple enough conclusion for the blonde girl to reach. "As I stated, however, I can assist in searching out any potential locations that they may have been taken."

After a moment's pause, she began to address the questions she had been given in terms of her identity.

"Yes," Saber began, "I am Arturia Pendragon, King of Britain."

She bowed her head. In truth, she was no longer one to hold this information with pride. There may have still been a shred of it lingering within her, but that did not mean she did not still feel the shame of her failures. While Saber no longer desired to erase her rule, she certainly remembered the ways in which she had failed. But regardless, there was no way for her to deny the nature of her existence. She was indeed the Once and Future King.