'I ask of you are you my master'
The figure before him asks a question that he didn't think possible, with armour that gleaned the darkest of hues, skin so translucently white it could have been mistaken for snow and yet her skin seemed to hold the consistency of marbel, her hair seemed to possess an unhealthy yellow colour to it and eyes that were somewhere between yellow and Amber, there was no mistaking who this servant was, especially with that monotone voice.
'I ask again,' clearing her voice she continued, 'servant Avenger of this war, I ask of you are you my master'
With the best response as I could give at the time I answered.
'I just finished one grail war, why do i have to be a master of another'.
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Fate/Apocrypha: Winter's blade
Fantasybrought forth from his dying world moments after saving his sister from potential death, Shirou Emiya must once again fight his way through a grail war to save what he loves, along with his anomalous servant beside him, can he win a war bigger than...
