In a corner of the city beneath the deep night, on a shopping street gradually deserted as clusters of skyscrapers rose, a pair of bright emerald eyes gazed toward Central Park in the distance.
The girl looking up was not tall-she could even be called petite-but she still stood with imposing dignity, her figure possessing a sacred air far removed from worldly life.
Her soft, lovely golden hair was pinned neatly behind her head, and her exquisite face held not a trace of an unnecessary smile. Pale silver knight's armor encased her body, yet her steady breathing still revealed the terrifying power concealed within.
Even her frown did nothing to diminish her beauty.
Rin Tohsaka gazed at that perfect profile and sighed inwardly.
Looking only at that fairy-like, exquisite face, one that even a beautiful girl like herself admitted surpassed her own, how could she believe this was the legendary King Arthur?
Over these past two days, Rin Tohsaka had gradually come to understand two things.
First, King Arthur really was a girl.
Second, most historians of the past must have had something seriously wrong with them.
When she summoned Saber and first saw that Sacred Sword, she had thought she had finally pulled it off and defeated the Tohsaka Family's curse. She had never expected that bastard fate to play another trick on her.
The Servant who emerged from the mist of magical energy was undeniably female. It was no disguise or Noble Phantasm's effect; she was truly a woman.
But King Arthur should clearly have been a gentle, handsome, sunny young man. How could this girl, who was shorter than her and had a smaller chest, be King Arthur? Were the historians all blind? Other legends were one thing, but how could they get basic information like gender