Days on the Elaripsian side had long blended into one another; might they have been small in number or spanning weeks were a fact uncertain to the Servant. Since passing through the gate and establishing temporary residence through the rent of a hotel room, all which occupied Saber’s thoughts had been the task at hand — pushing back against the surge of CPNs still active in spite of their origin’s demise. the fortunate news that their corruptive recruitment be no longer effective had been joyous news, sparing the city from the ominous fate which lingered within her thoughts whilst facing the tide on the original island.
Therefore, putting all her concentration into handling them, aiding the city’s push toward reclaiming lands lost by collaboration with the Defence Group, had become far more hopeful a task. Their initial understanding of the Arturia Pendragon from another city, like all other ‘originals’ existent in an altered state. So it were her knightly garb and demonstrations when tested had proven successful in acquiring an anti-virus blade with which to cleave through the enemy where Excalibur could do naught. And that was the life she had chosen to lead here, in a city where need for a wandering Servant remained.
Of course it were that she would be far from the only who traversed the temporal divide — and perchance it were only a matter of time before the face of one known would follow suit (she had, in fact, been almost certain Shirou might dare to give chase). En route to the hotel after days of battle on the front line, Saber had re-entered the city, donning the blood of numberless CPNs slain — her reputation among the locals as a mercenary granted the luxury of roaming in such state without alarmed gawks.
The attire of the woman matched not her counterpart, the Chaldean emblem resting in its typical place, as the fiery look in her eye. Had she come on Chaldea’s behalf to retrieve their rogue? Suspicion of such would remain silent; if the former Director had no knowledge of what had transpired, then it would be opening a can of worms which could not be sealed afterward. The sword by her side, incapable of dematerialisation, vanished within Invisible Air’s sheath, and upon the mage, fixated a gaze stern, as if with expectation of a difficult ride.
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