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[h1]Fate/『	』Märchen[/h1]
[h3]— Curtains Rise —[/h3]
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The first sunset of the newest Holy Grail War was about to come. Its light painted the concrete labyrinth of Tokyo's streets in a deep contrast of red and black.

[indent][i]Tonight was going to be a cold one. Snow was all but certain to pile up in the streets later on.

However harsh it maybe, such coldness was perfectly appropriated for the beginning of a fairy tale that was certain to be written in blood.

Masters and Servants, magi of the modern times and legends of yore. Wherever they may be in this sprawling metropolis; all of them vying for a single chance of wishing upon the Cup that was once filled with the blood of God's Son.

This is a tale of their tragedy...[/i][/indent]
At least that's what a certain [url=https://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1594947]man of the cloth[/url] though as he observed the upcoming night in an otherwise unremarkable church somewhere in Suginami, at the Western ends of the metropolitan prefecture, while partaking of a wine that was as red as his hair.

"Oh Lord, please forgive those who know not what they seek," he said to himself(?) in a condescending voice, typical of those of the Holy Church.
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