[h2]Kirsi Eirisphere[/h2]

A cheery humming sound echoed through the cavernous chambers somewhere deep in the catacombs below the city of Redrock. In any normal night it would already be weird to find someone this deep, in a place where most of the malignant, hateful wraiths gathered giving it a well-deserved reputation as a dangerously haunted location; the fact that someone not only did come here out of their own volition but also hummed a cheery tune while using a carved bone to draw a magic circle in the earth was basically unimaginable.

“There, this should do it, DEATH!” Kirsi said to herself as she finished covering the summoning circle with the contents of a few bloodpacks that she acquired not long after her arrival at Redrock. As soon as she was done with her preparations, Kirsi placed an yellowed piece of paper, a page of the original recordings of the Salem Trials, in the center of the candle lit room.

With this last step done, Kirsi began the summoning ritual. She didn’t have any idea what would happen if she failed with this, but if she succeeded, victory was pretty much certain. After all, there’s no way anyone else would get a better Servant to fight a Holy Grail War in America, right?

“Come to me, Caster!”

[h2]Lancer[/h2]
A powerful gust sweeped away the aether that lingered in the air as soon as Kim finished her ritual, revealing the beautiful form of the Servant she called forth. Lancer’s armor shone like pure silver under the moonlight and her hair swayed in the nightly breeze as she turned her attention to the person before her.

“I, Servant Lancer, have answered your summ— Uh… sister?” she said in a surprised voice. Lancer was taken aback by the other woman’s excitement before she could even introduce herself properly and seal their contract. However, after taking a moment to look over her Master again (or better, to notice the familiar feeling emanating from her), Lancer understood it.

“I see, so you are one of us as well. At least in part,” Lancer said said in an introspective voice. “In fact, the more I look at you the more you remind me of ‘him’. Before we go any further, answer me: Why is it that you called me, Master?” she added, raising a hand to her chest as she felt it tighten suddenly. She could only that her Master’s answer was a proper one, after all, Lancer didn’t want to go through the pain of killing someone she loved once again.

But, if she had to...