[This was not what she was expecting when she got summoned from another brief respite on top of Camlann Hill, her side bleeding and consciousness starting to fade. Yes, a church makes sense, but not this particular church and not this particular place. Her heart pounds in her chest in utter dread as to who her Master may be and as she turns, face a perfect picture of regality and pride, she is pleased to find a redhead instead of an elderly brunette clad in priestly raiment.
The thought of why a person who is likely the mediator is summoning her makes her uneasy, but she can only hope for the best and as the initial dizziness from the Grail implanting information about the current age into her mind subsides, she speaks the words required to complete the ritual:]
KotoShirou, dammit
The thought of why a person who is likely the mediator is summoning her makes her uneasy, but she can only hope for the best and as the initial dizziness from the Grail implanting information about the current age into her mind subsides, she speaks the words required to complete the ritual:]
I ask of you: are you my Master?