Naturally, Saber ends the conversation with a kiss.

It is a quick, rough thing. Hardly the stuff of romance or fantasies. But it is lip to lip and the surprising suddenness of it all will leave Angelesia blushing and stammering all the same. And even despite the total lack of passion it will also leave her lips tingling with the memory of the contact for hours.

No, not tingling. A very subtle burn, more like. This is another difference created by Diaofei's interference. As a King, Saber might have been inclined to use a moment like this to unbalance Angelesia; to flirt and make certain to pose in as provocative a manner as possible whenever Lancer wasn't looking with an eye toward winning the new Master's loyalty even just enough to create that one tiny opening when the time came and the alliance inevitably fell apart. It would be the same sort of trick she was attempting with Fluffymountains, only targeted toward a warrior (well, a fighter really) instead of a child. 

But as a Valkyrie it was less important to secure victory herself than it was to acknowledge the valor of a chosen champion. And as an instrument of vengeance even that was almost meaningless in and of itself. So she has not sought a spark of passion nor of avarice. It was not even a gesture aimed at something so crass as buying silence to let herself slip away - Angelesia was plainly done speaking before Saber had kissed her. 

What she had actually buried in Angelesia was a tiny shadow. A flame of revenge, though no more than an ember. Let it sink into her heart and there let it grow. Let it [i]fester[/i]. Let it make her stronger, and in turn feed on that strength. One more to carry on the work. It was the only practical thing to do. The plan she'd been left with was a thing of a thousand what-ifs with a trust fall at the end of it. But this Master was a ripe garden with perfectly flowing magical circuits. If she could not guarantee a power source through the machinations of her alliance, she would build one of her own. 

Wordlessly, she salutes the girl with her shattered sword. A witch dedicated in her mystic arts to the falling leaves and decay of the world into the stillness of the coming winter. A white coat, black hair with an orange streak. To be found in the place where her magecraft blossomed the strongest, and a summoner of monsters. More than enough to go on, and capturing hapless maidens for ransom was well within her skillset to begin with. Now, little shieldmaiden: train hard and steel yourself. Make good on your promise, one way or another.

With a flick of her whiplike iron braid, Saber turns and vanishes into the countryside.