[h2]Saber - Arturia Pendragon(Also Seria is there too)[/h2]

It was her Master's words the drew her from her reminiscence.

In a city such as Fusang, the density of the mana, and of the population of Servants, made it considerably more difficult to detect an individual's approach. As a result, the golden-haired Saber had been so caught in her own memories that for a few moments she had failed to realize that the one who had invited her here had arrived. Her short ponytail drifting in the faint breeze as she turned towards him, her hand still placed to her chest...

"Lancelot, I..."

Her hand tightened against her chest. The last time she had seen him, her friend, her knight, he had been summoned into the Berserker Class entirely due to actions she had undertaken. He had been pierced on the tip of her sword. That the noble man who embodied the ideals of knighthood had been drowned in madness to such an extent... it was painful. What could she say to him? Even if her path was no longer one that attempted to erase her own part in history, her memories remained filled with regret.

"Hel... lo..."

But Lancelot was not alone.

The identity of the girl who he had arrived with was undeniable. While there were some who bore a surprising level of similarity to herself in this world, it was largely coincidental. There was only one person who had ever born not just a resemblance to her, but was identical down to the most minute details...

It was like looking in a mirror. Even if her hairstyle was a wild ponytail, just as it had been all those years ago. Even if she wore a far less conservative outfit.

There was no denying that the girl who stood before Arturia Pendragon was the one who referred to herself as her son. The one who rebelled against her.

Mordred.

It wasn't as if the King of Knights had never considered the possibility. There was no reason that Mordred, too, could not potentially be called by the summons of a Master.

And yet...

Her free hand reflexively curled into a fist. The last time she had seen Mordred...

"... Mordred."

The manner in which she spoke the girl's name was short, halting. It could have sounded cold, but the Saber-class Servant's voice was tinged with uncertainty.

Even now she had never truly blamed Mordred... or had she? Was it... Mordred had never had the attitude to be king. That was something she still held in her mind as fact. But at the same time... she had never consciously blamed Mordred for the fall of Camelot, even if seeing her again brought with it unpleasant memories and thoughts. It was not Mordred's fault. It had been her own. But simply because she had never thought to herself 'Mordred carries blame for Camelot's fall' was she really...

If she had subconsciously felt as such, did Mordred deserve it?

Did...

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[h2]Berserker - Ibaraki-Douji[/h2]

"Oh? I was a little disappointed when you got knocked flying like that," commented the oni, cocking her head to one side with that bloodthirsty grin still on her lips, "I thought I was up against someone really legendary. But you got back up quickly, so maybe there's still some fun to to be had?"

The small girl stepped forward, clawed, bare feet pressing down upon the earth beneath her as she advanced away from the crater left by the enemy Berserker's initial strike.

"Sometimes a rampage with no opposition is fun, but every once in a while, an oni wants to crush someone who puts up a fight!"

There was an explosion of fire, almost like the flare of a rocket, accompanied by a sound akin to the roar of a jet engine. Indeed, after a moment, those comparisons became even more apt as Ibaraki-Douji was lifted off her feet, the earth beneath her seeming to burn as she hurtled towards her opponent!

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