The Ultimate Lich King of the Multiverse

"What exactly… should I do now?"

Saber wandered aimlessly through the streets, looking somewhat lost. She had gone into battle on her own, achieved nothing, and even ended up injured, diminishing her own combat effectiveness.

Originally, she had wanted to apologize to her Master, weighed down by guilt—but unfortunately, Kiritsugu Emiya refused to meet with her.

Unwilling to stay at the Matou residence, and with Maiya Hisau nowhere to be found, Saber could only wander the streets alone.

The sky had begun to lighten, and there were barely any people around. So even dressed in full armor, Saber walking the streets didn't attract much attention.

"I have awaited you for quite some time, Holy Maiden."

A voice, full of pious reverence, suddenly echoed out. Saber froze, startled by the kneeling figure before her.

The man wore an overly large robe—clearly not the fashion of this world. His face was ghastly, with bulging eyes, resembling someone who had died in torment. A heavy aura of death clung to him, causing Saber to frown.

"Who are you? I do not know you. And what is this 'Holy Maiden' nonsense?"

Saber spoke coldly, her invisible sword raised and pointed at the man. There was no doubt—this man was a Servant.

"Ooohhh… sob… sob…"

The unknown Servant suddenly began to weep, clutching his own hair. The overly dramatic look on his face swiftly turned into a pathetic expression of despair. His unpredictable mood swings clearly marked him as a dangerous individual.

"I am… your most loyal servant, Gilles de Rais! I've waited for your return for so long. I've longed for this day when we could meet again. It was for this purpose alone that I came—to see you again, Jeanne!"

"Gilles de Rais? I don't know that name. And I have no idea who this 'Jeanne' is."

Saber's cold response only seemed to send the Servant into deeper confusion.

"What… don't tell me… you've forgotten everything? Forgotten your life… your past?"

"Enough! I don't know what you're talking about. Leave immediately! If you don't, I won't hold back."

Saber snapped, cutting him off. She was already brimming with frustration after how badly things had gone. If this lunatic didn't back down, she wouldn't hesitate to take it out on him.

The crazed fire in the man's eyes suddenly vanished. His twisted, excited face slowly regained its composure. But the resolve in his gaze only grew stronger—it wasn't retreat, but a shift in obsession, hardening into resolve.

Words won't work… is your heart still closed, Jeanne?

His tone no longer held sorrow, only cold resolve.

"Then I have no choice. I'll need to administer treatment by force. No matter what… next time, I'll be prepared."

The black robe fluttered back as he leapt away, putting distance between himself and Saber. The man who had just been sobbing on his knees now stood tall, exuding the aura of a conqueror, as if he could dye the whole world in blood. It was the kind of pressure that would terrify not just Heroic Spirits, but even tyrants.

Saber's instincts screamed—this man was no easy opponent.

"I promise you, Jeanne! Next time we meet, I will rescue you from God's curse!"

With that chilling cry, the Servant dissolved into magical particles and vanished. Silence returned to the street.

Saber lowered her sword, powerless, and stared blankly at the now-empty road.

"That guy… was he the last remaining Servant? With his mad ravings… is he possibly Berserker?"

Although his behavior didn't quite fit the class, it could've been a facade. Between that girl and this man, it was easy to tell who was Caster and who was Berserker.

But what exactly did this so-called Berserker mean by all that?

It seemed like he had mistaken her for someone—clearly important intel. She had to report this to her Master immediately.

This wasn't the time to be sulking. Saber believed that if she sincerely apologized, her Master would forgive her for this failure.

As long as she fought with all her strength in the battles ahead—defeated Lancer, and offered victory to her Master—everything could still be made right.

With that thought in mind, Saber headed back toward the hotel where she and Maiya were staying.

Because of her intense dislike for Zouken Matou, Saber refused to stay at the Matou residence. So Kiritsugu had arranged for Maiya to book a hotel room as their temporary base of operations.

Not long after, Saber returned in spirit form—and upon materializing in the room, she realized that neither Kiritsugu nor Maiya was present.

With a sigh, she turned on the TV and sat alone on the bed, hugging her knees.

For the first time, the once-proud King of Knights felt truly helpless and lost.

She had entered the Holy Grail War full of confidence, determined to seize the Grail and fulfill that distant, impossible wish in her heart. Yet, after just the first day, things had already turned out like this.

Her dominant hand was wounded and throbbed with pain. Her Master was ignoring her, acting alone.

How could she possibly fight in the battles ahead like this?

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