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[center][h2]The First Night[/h2][/center]
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In the end, it had been her curiosity above all else that lead her to this position.

While she professed her loyalty to the Church without a shred of duplicity, the truth was that she had little interest in the veracity of naming this conflict 'the Holy Grail War'. She could care less about its ultimate goal. Perhaps that was why they had approached her in the first place? To be honest, she didn't care. Not when the opportunity that had been afforded to her by her appointment lay right before her eyes.

She had no interest in the Holy Grail itself. Not only because she did not desire it for her own, but because she did not even care about it in the same regard as the Church itself.

If it were a fake? That didn't matter. Nor did it matter if it was the genuine article.

What mattered to her was its capabilities. What mattered to her was who it could call.

Heroic Spirits. Servants. Summoned figures of the history of humanity brought to the present to wage battle against one another. To claim this Holy Grail.

That was where her interest lay. The opportunity to meet these people, to see who they were, to see their true nature. That was what she desired.

She clasped her small, delicate, frail hands together in prayer as her eyes regarded the moonlight. The night was still quite young. The sun had only just set.

She had accepted the role of the Church's Overseer for the sake of witnessing them.

A smirk crossed the lips of the Overseer.

She had accepted the role of the Church's Overseer to watch them struggle.

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The first night approached.

She was nothing if not confident.

For what reason had she prepared? For what reason had she been born in the first place? This was her purpose, and she wouldn't fail.

Especially given the spirit she had summoned in the first place.

Her long black hair hang over her back as one of the maids provided by her remaining relatives brushed it. The small girl, appearing to be nothing more than a child, sat with her legs kicking lightly as she considered the course the war would take.

Undeniably, no matter who her opponents may be, she was going to claim victory. It was a simple fact, not only backed up by self-confidence but also by her capacity as a magus, as a homunculus.

She was tied to this land. The Sakurazawa bloodline always had been, but Hitomi herself was even more intrinsically linked to the land by her very nature. As long as the battle took place here, there was no doubt in her mind that she would win.

Not that there was any reason to doubt she'd win in the first place.

"... I am done, ojou-sama," the maid's voice said behind her.

"Good, good. There's no reason not to look my best tonight, after all," she declared, smiling to herself as she slipped off her seat and looked back over her shoulder, "Not that my opponents will be capable of appreciating the fact that I am."

Her smile only broadened.

Ah, the strain on her when she'd summoned her Servant hadn't been the most pleasant experience, really... it had hurt inside of her stomach when she initially called him from the throne.

But it had faded swiftly, and Hitomi was greeted with a powerful figure from Japan's history. Not only a native heroic spirit, but one whose name was known through the country for his exploits.

Sakata Kintoki, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

... Who had immediately asked if she was feeling well when as she recovered from the initial summoning, which was a little unexpected... but not unwelcome... but still!

She had summoned a powerful Servant, and she was going to take advantage of this to the fullest.

Hitomi left her room, followed by her maids, and headed downstairs.

"Are you ready, Berserker?" she asked, arms placed on her hips, "We're going to teach our opponents that they never should have tried to enter this Holy Grail War!"

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