Celenike was not angry. More precisely, she had already passed the stage of "anger."
When her fury reached a certain point, her entire mood would suddenly turn ice-cold, as though swinging from one extreme to the other.
Especially when she saw Rider instinctively pull Sieg behind him, the very idea of "winning the Holy Grail War" vanished completely from her mind.
Now, all she wanted was to find some way to make her "toy"-Astolfo-despair.
Put simply, she was about to go off the deep end:
"Rider, tell me your true name~"
Celenike whispered, making her voice as sweet as she possibly could. Astolfo did not understand why, but he answered honestly:
"Astolfo, one of the Twelve Paladins under Charlemagne."
"No. You're wrong, Rider."
Celenike rejected Astolfo's answer:
"Listen carefully. You're merely a Servant split off from that Heroic Spirit. In other words, you're just an inferior copy.
"No matter what memories you have of your life, no matter how you use the powers you possessed while alive, the being named Astolfo disappeared long ago."
"Oh..."
Astolfo nodded. That explanation did make sense.
Although it was unquestionably an insult to him, this Servant clearly was not the type to care about being insulted:
"And? So what if I'm a copy?"
"Still don't understand~? I'm willing to show respect to the Heroic Spirit Astolfo. After all, he really was one of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins, a hero whose name went down in history.
"But do you think I would show respect to a copy like you, Rider?"
Even after hearing Celenike say that, Astolfo had long since seen through the nature of this Master he had ended up with. He bluntly retorted:
"Honestly, I feel like... whether I'm a Heroic Spirit or a Wraith or whatever, you wouldn't respect me anyway, Master."
"Perhaps.