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"Good," Rider tersely replied. He had been quiet the entire trip home as well, and had not bothered to glance down at the girl once after their departure. When they arrived at her estate, he had ordered his chariot to hide itself within the premises but did not dismiss it. If there was one thing Estelle undoubtedly remained good for, it was her near-bottomless reserve of prana, and the longer his Noble Phantasm remained active, the more powerful it would become.

"When you step onto the battlefield, your sole concern should be victory and how you can achieve it. If you allow yourself to be distracted by fear, hesitation or thoughts better suited for more amicable surroundings, you will surely fail," Rider continued speaking as they entered her home.

"As we are now in such a place, however, I will ask: Is it true? The things she claims about your family and the Holy Grail," Rider closed the door behind him, his spear fading along with his armor. He was now wearing a blazer over a white button-up business casual shirt and black pants.

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