"Gawain Pendragon. My class is Avenger."
At dusk that day, in the Audience Hall of Yggdmillennia Castle.
With Jack the Ripper and Reika Rikudou behind him, Gawain introduced himself to the other Masters and Servants of the Black Faction.
"She is Assassin, Jack the Ripper."
Gawain gestured toward her, trying to draw everyone's attention away from himself and onto Jack the Ripper. She obligingly waved, looking very well behaved.
Reika Rikudou was still wearing her green dress, a gentle smile on her face. Gawain introduced her as well:
"This is Reika Rikudou, our Master. Sorry for the trouble, but please take good care of her."
Though Gawain's phrasing was polite, the threat in his voice was far more pronounced.
He had swept his gaze around the room the moment he entered. Aside from the young man with the ponytail, none of them could last thirty exchanges against him.
On the throne, Sovell nodded in acknowledgment and addressed everyone. "Good. Aside from Saber, who has already departed, all our Servants are now assembled. That is something to celebrate.
Of course, compared to the enemy, who assembled their forces long ago, I would prefer to call this 'how things should have been.'"
Hearing that familiar royal manner of speech from someone he knew, Gawain finally made a conscious effort to relax. Unfortunately, that ease lasted less than ten seconds.
Standing at one side of the Audience Hall, Avicebron ended his sensory link with his reconnaissance Automaton and turned to Sovell.
"Lancer, according to the Automaton's observations, the enemy is approaching from the east, bringing... a fortress floating in the air. Its furnishings make it look much like a garden, however, and its decorations show a distinct Ancient Mesopotamian style."
Sovell picked out the key detail. "A mobile aerial fortress?"
Avicebron nodded. "Yes.