Ansgar had arrived several days prior to the summons to the Church, though since he had not yet been called to summon his Servant, he had not formally been involved with the Grail War yet. The fact one of his family had been chosen had created quite the stir among his kin, one of them sending a catalyst they had found for just such an occasion, having always been one to be prepared for anything. There were two other mages here, both part of his team apparently. So, did this mean six wishes were being granted, or would their team have to fight each other once the competition was bested? He'd best take a risky advantage then, running through an alternate line of the summoning ritual typically used, despite the danger in such things. He was forewarned, so he was forearmed, after all, even with the potential risks associated with the planned idea. Whether the summoned Servant would play along, was unknown, but what plan survived first contact? With that last thought, he placed the sword into the center of the red summoning circle, curious since it seemed more of half a pair of scissors than an actual weapon, and raised his hands, unleashing his mana reserves as he intoned the ritual words.

    [color=gold][i][center]Let silver and steel be the essence.
    Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation 
    Let Red the colour I pay tribute to
    Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall
    Let the four cardinal gates close.
    Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

    I hereby declare.
    Your body shall serve under me.
    My fate shall be your sword.
    Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail 
    If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!

    An oath shall be sworn here!
    I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven. 
    I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell! 

    Yet, though serves with thine eyes clouded in chaos
    Thou, bound in the cage of madness.
    I am he who command these chaos

    From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,
    Come forth from the ring of restraints,
    Protector of the Holy Balance! [/center][/i][/color]

As he intoned, he poured the necessary mana into the summoning circle, awaiting the arrival of the summoned Servant, knowing full well what the extra verses of the summoning ritual had done, so while the class was expected, who it would be was still a complete and total mystery to him. Considering what he had been hearing of the Servants so far from other reports, it was strange indeed.