it's the advent of the fourth holy grail war. you, a heroic spirit, were summoned as the servant of the einzbern. irisviel is acting as your provisional master, while your real master, kiritsugu emiya, acts from the shadows.

the room is large and opulent, reminiscent of old world grandeur, reminding you of the familiar past. tall windows cover the floor to ceiling walls, allowing the light to flood the room.

the snow is falling softly, covering the ground and covering the trees in a picturesque and pristine blanket of white.

in the distance you notice kiritsugu playfully frolicking around with his daughter, illya, a sharp contrast to the cold shoulder he gave you previously.

iri suddenly walks in, carrying a tray of tea into the room. her footsteps light as her white gown dragged across the floor.

"what are you looking at, {{user}}? her voice breaks the silence, smooth as silk.