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[color=steelblue]"Assassin, huh? Oh man, it really seems like I drew one of those shady types after all,"[/color] Alex said before sighing deeply and resting her hands on her hips. The [url=https://i.imgur.com/qAN9CnX.png]command spells[/url] emblazoned on her left still glowing with power in the aftermath of the summoning ritual.

[color=steelblue]"I mean, I'm not trying to berate you or anything like that. I'm sure you must be a super cool hero from the past if you've found your way to the Throne, but... I was expecting something more like Saber, or Lancer when I used that sword—What the hell!? How did this happen?"[/color] the redheaded girl took a second look at the summoning circle in the floor. The sword was still there but it seemed that there was something gleaming with residual magical energy under the tatami mats.

[color=steelblue]"Oh, I see. This is probably what pulled you here, isn't it, Assassin?"[/color] she said as she picked a box containing six old coins that must have been hidden there before she began the ritual.

Alex sighed once again before setting the coins aside and straightening her back. [color=steelblue]"Well, it's no use sweating over the small stuff. We will still do our best to win either way won't we, Emon?"[/color] she said before laying a hand on Assassin's shoulder.

[color=steelblue]"Err... I can... call you Emon, right?"[/color] She asked in a bashful voice while scratching her cheek nervously.

Where the hell did that name even come from?

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[color=palegoldenrod]"If the knowledge the Grail granted me is correct, Princess「王女様」would be acceptable right, My Princess?"[/color] Saber replied to her Princess' request, going with the most fitting title, in her opinion, for a knight to address her Lady.

The offering of dinner was hardly necessary on her part, but Saber could see very well that her Princess was the one in need of rest. She would not dare tarnish her dignity, however. No matter what time and culture, refusing a meal was and always will be one the greatest offenses against another.

[color=palegoldenrod]"It'll be my pleasure to dine with you, My Princess,"[/color] Saber said as she got up and extended her hand to her Princess at the same time as her armor dissolved back into the ether from which it was composed, revealing a much less conspicuous, casual dress underneath it.

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The restaurant that they chose was no doubt a high class establishment. The mere fact that her Princess could get a table without reserving it ahead of time was proof of the influence she held and more proof for Saber that she couldn't have chosen a better Lady to serve.

Despite being a Heroic Spirit of days gone, Saber's etiquette was impeccable by any modern standards. None of her movements were wasteful, carrying an amount of grace that made even some of the other patrons gawk at the direct of her Princess and Saber herself.

Hopefully, the reprieve of a proper dinner helped her Princess regain her composure. After all, the prelude of this fairy tale was about to come to an end soon enough.

[color=palegoldenrod]"Princess, I feel the presence of a Servant. They don't seem to be emanating any form of hostility, or be headed in our direction. It's possible that we can ignore them if you wish for it,"[/color] she said, setting the silverware aside and finishing her wine before continuing, [color=palegoldenrod]"However, if your wish is to fight, I shall show them the beauty of a swan dancing under the moonlight. It would be foolish to think we can defeat our enemy right away, nevertheless, they'll walk away from this night with the certainty that they victory is forever beyond their grasp."[/color]

[color=palegoldenrod]"An ever-distant utopia, like the King of Knight's Avalon..."[/color]