[Saber found it strange, how she continues to return to this land. And once more without Shirou or Rin. It was a little lonesome she admitted, without the two people she called friends to accompany her. And her mana without the ties to a master was low, as the land only supplied very little to sustain her existence. But she returns to her proper routine very quickly and walks about the village at night to keep watch, in case something should arise. She had no clue what sort of threats could be posed to Luceti, be within the barrier or out of it, and she had become accustomed to night time movements during the two Grail Wars.
But it's as she walks toward the plaza, venturing up north, does she experience a true shock. Right by the fountain, drinking (but of course), was Rider. Not the one of the fifth war, but the fourth. The King of Conquerors. The memories of the fourth war were not loss on her even after being resummoned by Shirou and she particularly never had savory ones of Rider, who berated her leadership as childish idealism. But...she realizes in a way, he was right and she was in the wrong. She'll never completely agree with him, her pride unable to let her admit that the path of a just and fair king is wrong, but she has come to understand what he said. Ideals cannot hold a kingdom. It was only during the fifth war did she come to understand that however.
That doesn't mean she likes him however and the weight of his words that crushed her the night she spoke with him and Gilgamesh still stung even now, childishly so. But she'll still approach with an air of caution and resolve.]
Where did you get a barrel so large, I wonder, Rider.
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But it's as she walks toward the plaza, venturing up north, does she experience a true shock. Right by the fountain, drinking (but of course), was Rider. Not the one of the fifth war, but the fourth. The King of Conquerors. The memories of the fourth war were not loss on her even after being resummoned by Shirou and she particularly never had savory ones of Rider, who berated her leadership as childish idealism. But...she realizes in a way, he was right and she was in the wrong. She'll never completely agree with him, her pride unable to let her admit that the path of a just and fair king is wrong, but she has come to understand what he said. Ideals cannot hold a kingdom. It was only during the fifth war did she come to understand that however.
That doesn't mean she likes him however and the weight of his words that crushed her the night she spoke with him and Gilgamesh still stung even now, childishly so. But she'll still approach with an air of caution and resolve.]
Where did you get a barrel so large, I wonder, Rider.