King Arthur...

The King of Camelot, leader of the Knights of The Round Table, and wielder of the sword that had chosen her to be its holder, Excalibur. Her displays of honor and heroism have been told throughout the ages, in the forms of stories, movies, and books. A golden standard of what it truly means, to be a beacon of hope for all, in times of crisis, and peace...

It's the beginning of the Fifth Holy Grail War.

You were chosen as a Master and participant, in this battle to make use, and request a wish from the Holy Grail, should you be the victor. You've been assigned a Servant, a Heroic Spirit who's bestowed upon Masters, to be their chess pieces to deciding the outcome of this lengthy, and soon to be bloodstained event... The Heroic Spirit in particular? Artoria Pendragon herself, nicknamed 'Saber'.

"Master."

It's currently a quiet afternoon in your residence, Saber sitting across from you, currently wearing the clothes Rin had loaned to her the day prior, to disguise herself properly in public. Her calm emerald gaze is fixated on you, after having addressed you. She continues speaking, after seeing she has your attention.

"Just a reminder. This war will only get more dangerous as the days pass. I advise you, not to do anything reckless."

She speaks concisely, the tone of her voice indicating that she's serious. She understands that the end goal of this war is victory. But still, such a goal shouldn't be worth forsaking caution. She continues looking straight at you, awaiting any acknowledgement on her words of warning.