[h2]𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝙷𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚒[/h2]Hifumi remained silent on the way to the main hall. In her mind, the only possibly worst place to perform such a ritual if they wanted to secure secrecy would be the middle of the street, but pointing the discrepancies in Orson's speech and actions could only entertain her for so long.

As soon as they arrived, she spared the time to acknowledge and return Monica's greeting but didn't even bat an eyelash towards the buffoon that followed. She couldn't understand what was happening or what the Director and the idiot-in-a-magus-cloth spoke of even if she cared for it. Instead of that, she focused on a much more important task, wipe away the silver dust and redo the summoning circle in a manner that fit her mystical foundation.

Hifumi knelt on floor in a manner not much different from the foulmouthed mathematician mage that accompanied them, and began to rewrite the summoning circle with her ink and brush. While she did so, she already proceeded with the incantation necessary to do the summoning, though it came not in the form of words, but rather verses in a particularly archaic variation of her native language that was nearly impossible to comprehend even for native modern Japanese speakers.

Her lyrics were nothing short of a short poem of heroism as her hands danced across the floor skillfully. Once she was done, she finished by placing her catalyst at the center of the rebuilt circle, shining golden bridle, no wonder belonging to a marvelous steed.

And so, Hifumi poured magical energy into the lifeless inscription and thus, a legend that transcended time and space was about to be reborn.

[h2]𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 - 𝙰𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊[/h2]Equally, the circle rebuilt by Paula shone and burst to life as a gracious figure coming from the Golden Age of Mankind, the pillar of Western Civilization, Greece during the height of the Age of Gods, took form in its center.

Considering Paula's interest for mathematics, it was natural that the Argonaut who answered her summons wielded a bow. After all, marksmanship is nothing but the purest and oldest form of math applied to warfare and daily life. Even if it's done by instinct, the calculations are still there.

However, this Archer probably wasn't what her Master expected, at least in terms of appearance. Instead of a princess of incomparable beauty, Archer was someone that looked more animal than human. Her swaying tail and ears, as well as her fierce eyes and golden hair that looked like a magnificent mane, turning slowly to the same hue of green as her clothes, all of them gave the impression of beast instead of a person.

Nevertheless, when she turned around and faced her newly christened Master, what came out of her throat weren't the roars of a wild animal, but rather a composed and elegant voice (speaking in an outdated dialect, probably by choice) befitting her Archer's true identity. "I am the Archer Class Servant who answered the call of the Holy Grail. I ask of thee, Master, is thy fight one to protect the future of this world's children?" she said, in a very unusual variation of the words meant as an acknowledgement of the contract on the Servant's side.