[h2]Saber[/h2]

Perhaps, normally, Saber would have been drawn to the idea of dinner. After all, the food of this time was so excellent... that, and after the experience they had in the singularity, a meal seemed like an excellent idea. Fenrir, such a great beast... she had only been able to slay it in a single blow because it was stunned. That, and the nature of the singularities themselves... who was responsible for such a thing? So far, it was impossible to discern. Whoever it was had access the the Holy Grail... not only one, but many, that they could distribute just like that. On top of that, the corruption that had overtaken Brynhildr was something wholly unnatural. That black mud, seething with red...

But on top of that...

Illyasviel von Einzbern. The daughter of the woman who had once been in her charge. Somehow, she had been summoned here as a Servant. The King of Knights couldn't understand how such a thing could have occurred, but undeniably it was the case.

She hesitated for some time before deciding to approach the small, white-haired girl.

"... Illyasviel...?"

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