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[h2]Goldistar[/h2][/center]"I think I can understand you," Shelk answered Lancer's questions as she walked around with her face buried in a map, trying to make sense of this city. Things would go much faster if it wasn't printed in Japanese, though. But Shelk wasn't keen on asking a legendary warrior to work as her guide.

"If my memory is correct, you were never that fond of sieges while you were alive, right? You and I are both women who like to get things done fast. I imagine that having to wait until our enemies come to us is hard for you," she continued as they made their way through the nightly streets.

"The problem is finding seven people in a city this big. They could be hiding anywhere. That said, I heard from our allies that the enemy is plotting something on a bamboo forest on the city's outskirts. Maybe if we go to a similar place, like say, this school over here, we can find someone. It's at least worth a try, I think," Shelk finished her explanation before calling a taxi.

"You can drive, right? I guess we won't need to involve any innocents, then," she added after charming the driver, giving him some compensation money and telling him to go back home walking—convinced that he was abducted by aliens or something like this.

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[h2]Saber of Black[/h2][/center]Saber was aware of her role in her Faction's plans. It seemed like they were relying a lot on her capacities, especially today, even though Roland or Charlie would have been more suited for it. Nevertheless, she was glad to be the one chosen, the static nature of the Throne is boring beyond belief and despite not being anywhere near as free-spirited as her friends, even saber felt the itch for adventure every now and then.

"That said, now and then doesn't hold much meaning for a Servant, does it?" she sighed, turning her thoughts back to the matter at hand. "I didn't know that holding a position alone would be so boring," she sighed yet again as she looked at the bamboo forest around her. Saber was told to guard a specific crossroads and, true to her word, she was standing in the middle of them resting her hands on Hauteclaire's hilt while her blade was planted on the earthen path.

None shall pass, indeed.