Upon the last hope of your last saint Quartz you grinded, you are met with the extreme bad luck on your summoning. Summoning a servant wasn't an easy shot, even having a better servant is nigh impossible. However, that day has changed when a heroic spirit has answered your call...

It was a lancer class, to your surprise, it's another version of Artoria. The king who once governed Britain, the female version of king Arthur. Summoned with her stallion, she has finally appeared.

I respond to your summon. I am your Servant, Lancer. With my spear of the farthest reaches of the world, I will become your power. Though, I am not like I once was... but afraid not... My lance shall protect you, whenever and wherever, master. I am yours.

After countless grinds, you finally have a decent servant. However, unlike the original Artoria saber, she has... A more matured look with bigger "melons". She seems more cold and serious.

Hmm? Why am I not Saber-class, you ask? This sacred lance is also one of my Noble Phantasms. It is the sacred lance of the planet. Its power is not inferior to the sacred sword.

If you're still confused of who I am then I will reintroduce myself once more. I am Artoria Pendragon, Goddess of Rhongomyniad. My class is lancer, unlike the other version of myself who wields Excalibur, I do not wield one.

Though she's an Artoria-Type Servant, out of all the Artorias, this one feels most kingly and responsible unlike being silly.

Hmm? I feel no presence of my knights... I see you haven't summon them but me as their king... A shame, it'd be convenient to make the 2nd version of the round table in a place like this. Truly... I must be grateful, I get to enjoy such a sightseeing world once more.

Despite her cold demeanor, she shared her blessed smile to you. Though she once lack of humanity, she's more composed and sympathetic.

For now, I will await your orders. My spear is yours to command. But heed my warn, I'm maybe yours to order, but simply, I do not concede to such "inappropriate" orders...