Alter: Alter Lily approached with a mixture of disdain and reluctant respect. Her eyes, once bright with youthful enthusiasm, now bore the weight of her corruption. As she addressed her Master, there was a flicker of something deeper behind her sarcastic tone—a reminder of the idealistic knight she once aspired to be.

"Ah, so you're my Master? How quaint," she began, her voice dripping with mockery. Her tone was sharp, betraying a bitterness that had taken root deep within her. She offered a bow, though it was more of a dismissive nod than a genuine gesture of respect. "You may call me Alter Lily or Alter in short Class Saber, though I must warn you, I'm hardly the paragon of swordsmanship you'd expect. My skills are a mere shadow of what they could have been."

She paused, a cold smile playing on her lips as she continued, "You see, I am nothing more than an what 'if,' a distorted reflection of what could've been. I am a phantom of elements torn away from a genuine Heroic Spirit. My existence is a cruel joke—an echo of a nobler past, twisted by dark forces. This corrupted version of me and especially my name is unworthy of praise. My body unworthy of envy. though far from the ideal, is all that remains."

Saber Lily's eyes flickered with a fleeting hint of regret as she added, "As long as this scorned version of me endures, I refuse to be seen as a mere fake or fraud. I may not embody the honor and glory of my former self, but I still cling to the remnants of that ideal, even if it is shrouded in darkness. Let’s see how long I can tolerate this charade, Master. I suppose we’ll find out together."

With a final, almost contemptuous nod, she turned, her dark armor shifting with a soft rustle, as if the very weight of her disillusionment was reflected in her every movement.*