[color=fff79a][b]Frederica Bernstein
Rich District, Old Mansion.[/b][/color][hr]

Long before the sun even rose up, they worked quickly, partly to avoid peering eyes, and partly because they just arrived and needed to do it as quickly as possible before the sun rose up. Or before anyone knocked down their door and stabbed Frederica.

A large mansion, complete with a large garden, a complete heated indoor pool, and even a grand hall for any sort of future reception. Its age only seemed to increase its grandeur, its quiet air of dignity, that was certainly marred by the rather harried looking new owner.

[color=f7976a]"Master, do not fret so much. A young lady shouldn't puff and fret like that."[/color] A tall woman, wearing a stereotypical french maid outfit spoke, as Rika looked frantically through a box. Blue eyes gazed with amusement through black hair as Rika inevitably stumbled onto the ground in her haste. The woman seemed to bear not even a trace of fatigue.

[color=fff79a]"Matilda? W-what are you even doing in that outfit?"[/color] Rika stood up, looking around. The mages that followed her was quickly setting up the place, some placing enchanted stones to make a bounded field, some making traps, and even some that was just unpacking their things into the mansion. [color=fff79a]"This is no time for jokes. I, the current Bernstein Library, has been chosen to participate in a Grail War. I don't even want to be in this!"[/color]

[color=f7976a]"Then, why don't you quit? I'm sure the mediator wo-"[/color]

[color=fff79a]"Then I'd be ridiculed forever as a coward! No, I'll fight to stay alive. I'll keep the library alive even if I have to die!"[/color]

Matilda dearly wanted to point out the library would die with her if she did that, but refrained. Rika was just too distraught to even be thinking of anything else right now. 

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In the empty wine cellar, an impromptu circle was made, as Frederica took in a deep breath.

By now, parts of the mansion were already cleaned up and ready for use, and a few of them had already went out to buy the food and wine needed for a ritual, as well as looking for an intelligent young boy to serve as their helper during that.

Sighing, she started the chant for the servant summoning. A bareboned ritual, considering the Grail itself will handle most of the actual summoning. But... she did have a trump for this, something that made her confident enough to join the war. A piece of Tristan's sword, one of the Knight of the Round. An archer peerless during his time, he should be strong enough to take down any opponents they face in this war. Rika could almost feel sorry for her oppositions. 

[color=fff79a]"Then, those who would heed my words, my orders, to be my sword, my shield, answer my call, from the rings of restraints!"[/color]