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[h1][color=royalblue]Seiba[/color][/h1][/center]

The Paladin found herself sitting beside Liliana but facing the two Servants from where she sat. Arms crossed and a brush of her silver hair made her think that war hasn't changed there will always be casualties. That isn't something for her to mope about however, she joined the war of her own volition so she had thought that Waver Velvet had done the same for his own reasons but failed in the process because of a Heroic Spirit, one with a higher rating above others.

[color=royalblue]"King of Conquerors huh?"[/color] She muttered to herself. She, Roland and Turpin were kingslayers... Saracen Kingslayers anyway, twelve of them fall underneath their sanctified blades so what makes this one any different? Of course she won't underestimate anyone, underestimating even the weakest of foes will only open a gate to your defeat.

[color=royalblue]"Young Rider, I'd rather you do not add the word: [i]Simply[/i] we might not be dealing with just any ruler around here. If this person calls themself a King of Conquerors they're not bluffing. They are a Heroic Spirit after all."[/color] She turned back to Zhuge, trying not to look at Diarmuid.

[color=royalblue]"Is there anyway to contain this mud?"[/color]

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