Shinto, an abandoned, unfinished building with no one around.
In a deserted alley, Rider was lowering her head to enjoy her "lunch"—some unknown young woman whose profession was unclear, though her clothing made it obvious that she was not well-off. It was February, yet she could not even afford a pair of pants.
But after taking only two sips, Rider let go of the hypnotized young woman.
For some reason, Rider felt that the blood tasted off today. She had clearly loved this flavor before!
Why did it no longer give her the same sense of satisfaction once it entered her mouth?
Naturally, Rider did not know the proverb, "From frugality to luxury is easy; from luxury to frugality is hard." If she had, she might not have been confused. Instead, she would have cursed the culprit who had accustomed her to luxury.
After thinking for a few seconds, Rider gently propped the young woman—who was merely hypnotized, having some sort of dream, and had lost a few milliliters of blood—against the wall before carefully laying her down in an empty spot nearby.
Knowing that the young woman would wake up after at most half an hour, once she had vented the work stress she had accumulated recently in her dream, Rider did not bother lifting the hypnosis and simply chose to leave.
But at that moment, Rider suddenly sensed the presence of a Servant! In an instant, she summoned her twin nails, turned toward the newcomer, and went on guard!
Seeing Rider ready to strike at any moment, Archer appeared at the mouth of the alley with his arms folded. "Calm down, Rider. I'm not here to fight. I wanted to ask whether you're interested in cooperating."
"That is Master's business. It has nothing to do with me." Rider