"Who are you?"
"Have we... met before?"
Honestly, although it was a girl's voice, Fujimaru Ritsuka had no recollection of it.
His memory was fairly good. He had never heard a voice like this before.
"Me?"
"Ah, as for me..."
"I am someone with close ties to the Holy Grail. Otherwise, I could not have so easily granted you this connection while you were weak."
"However, I am not the original person myself."
The girl's voice continued speaking, but Ritsuka could never clearly make out that silhouette.
"Although most Heroic Spirits are beings like this, I am particularly so. I barely have any memories related to this Spirit Origin."
"But I know exactly what I am."
"I am a drop of water."
"A tiny drop that fell from the Holy Grail through someone's hand."
A tiny drop that fell from the Holy Grail...?
What kind of being would that be?
"I was given my current appearance, as well as fragments of souls."
"You may call me—"
"An Alterego Servant, Sitonai."
"Ah..."
Lying on the bed, Fujimaru Ritsuka abruptly opened his eyes.
This place was...
Ah, a cell.
He had been captured—captured in the Lostbelt called Scandinavia by the goddess known as Scathach-Skadi, supposedly to be kept as livestock.
"Senpai!"
Mash pounced over in delight and grabbed Ritsuka's hand.
"Oh! The rookie's awake!"
Napoleon looked relieved as well.
"You suddenly fainted, Big Sis. Don't scare us like that..."
Norla still had tear streaks on his face from crying, and he held Fou in his arms.
"I remember... I think I had a dream. It felt like I met someone in it."
Ritsuka tilted his head, trying to recall what he had seen in that dream, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not remember.
"I'm sorry. It was my