[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/3T0QbWX.png[/img][h2][color=ffffff]EMILIA WAROV[/color][/h2][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]"Prague thanks for your cooperation. Rest assured that I'll do everything within my power to ensure that our people are not harmed because of a Fake Cup named after a Fake Messiah," Emilia said to the old rabbi that was the leader of Redrock's Jewish community as she left his residence. They lived in a neighborhood that refused to yield to the force of time ever since its creation more than half a century ago by refugees that made America their new home after escaping the terror of the Shoah. Emilia couldn't ask for a better place to stay, under the guise of being a distant relative visiting her estranged family, even if she wanted to.

Every piece of the puzzle was set. Emilia summoned her Servant months ago, allowing her Magic Circuits time to adjust to their new load as well as for them to know each other's skills and personalities well enough. Their instruments were set and she erected a basic bonded field around Redrock's synagogue and its old graveyard. Nothing could go wrong according to Emilia's view. But it's exactly this certainty that made her spirit so restless.

The haughty are always brought to their knees while the humble are exalted. When everything seems right, it's the time to redouble one's vigil.

Emilia couldn't ask for a better Servant either. Great musicians like Mozart or Bach, or even artists or writers, like da Vinci and Shakespeare, could outperform a Servant like Marianne, thanks to their sheer fame and the reach of the works. Yet, the advantages of an obscure Heroic Spirit surpassed raw power as far as Emilia was concerned.

[i]"A Holy Grail War, like any contest between mages, is a battle of the mind. Those who control the flow information better are always more likely to win, even when the odds are against them."[/i]

"You can assume your physical form if you want. It would be a shame if you missed the feeling of tonight's wind," Emilia said to her Servant as she walked the lonesome streets of Redrock. "First, we must go meet that priest and be acknowledged as participants of this 'War'. Our second goal should be to collect information and decide who'll be the most suitable targets to propose a partnership deal. We cannot win this conflict on our own. But, if we can have our foes dance to our melody that will be no problem," she added, confirming their strategy.
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