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As though orchestrated, he walked into her room ever so gallantly -- with the gold armour he wore almost effortlessly. His presence remains grand, regardless of the expression he wears upon his features, and he turned to her, with no hesitation.

Selvaria felt his eyes bear weight upon her -- like expectations, and objectives she would try her hardest to achieve for his goals.

May the Emperor reign forever. 

“I have found you a role, and this is something only you can achieve, for our goals,” he spoke, cold, but even the slightest of inclusion he showed she would easily accept. “I need you, to use your powers, to summon a Heroic Spirit who will aid us in this battle.”

“... Your Majesty, I hardly would deny that you know everything, but are our forces inadequate?”

“It isn’t that they are, but it would be safer to use a trump card that the other side does not have.”

Self-assured. He never had the need to return the question to her, so she merely nodded. They weren’t unheard of, Heroic Spirits -- they existed, like the Valkyrurs, and they awaken when summoned. In that sense, they were different than her, a Valkyrur herself. She was a living body, born to live within the current times. Heroic Spirits, however, come from the future, the past, and sometimes the present time, in order to win a Holy Grail that would grant its winner a wish.

Which would mean that should she be capable of summoning one, a Holy Grail War was to take place, alongside this war to conquer Europa.

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The education that the Prince had granted her was no less than high quality, Selvaria had to admit. She learned about the possibility of magic being used in wars, she learned about Heroic Spirits, and the Holy Grail itself. Similarly, her training allowed her to channel her ragnite energy into mana. Although she lacked pure magic, she had the potential energy, which was that of her Valkyrur powers.

Which would be why His Majesty trusted her with the summoning.

“――――I announce. Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword...“

Blue light emanated from the circle she had drawn, and she bathed in the blue fire, the azure. Ah, such sickening sight, but she had to get accustomed to it. It was her nature. Her raw strength.

“In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.“

Her voice grew determined.

This was all for Prince Maximilian’s goals.

This was all for him.

“Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.“

She held an arm out, atop the light that surrounded the summoning circle, as though expecting for a being to appear beneath her palm.

“You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance―――!“ 

Her eyes shut, and she focused upon the flow of energy. Without a catalyst, it was said that the Heroic Spirit to be summoned was that one that would be compatible with her in terms of personality. However, that would be rather strange, Prince Maximilian would have tried his best to ensure a perfect Servant.

... Or was she not supposed to summon the Servant that night?