The breeze blew a silent hum disturbing the rouge pieces of leaves, twigs and debris of the forest which dropped from the plantation. The town of Redrock was indeed beautiful, as the smell of the sea lingered in the air with salt and the red stones on the beach which they would have to visit. It was one of the better joys that traveling brought, allowing Uriel to see more of the world and enjoy it as well with such a scenic environment. However, those thoughts were at the back of his mind for the moment for tonight was meant for a special event of becoming a master for the Grail Wars. Looking at the moon too was simply beautiful as well in the peace and calm that the forest provided before the great battles that will happen soon. 

Uriel smiled to himself as he looked at the cottage that was in the woods which served as his lodgings for the moment, reclused and far away from the town itself. Its position in the woods made it an awkward base to use but perhaps the safest places which held more to what was seeable to the eye. Laid out in a grove, it was indeed a beautiful spot which was worth the experience itself. It open nature however allowed him to surrounded the area with a simple bounded field that the every magus should be able to perform, its sole purpose to detect whatever passed the perimeter that had magic circuits. 

Entering the comfy cottage, it was a two-story building with a basement that was connected to the catacombs which the town Redrock had underneath, with this cottage being one of the many exits. The exit for the meanwhile was sealed by magical means for the moment but when its use was needed, he'd unseal it. For now, the basement was the perfect spot to conduct his ritual as he already prepared what was needed with the ritual circle made of blood was ready to be used that was quite larger than the normal. The size of the red ritual circle probably thrice as big as the regular ones, it simply compensated for the lack of his own magical capabilities as the ritual would draw a greater more deal of mana from the environment itself and burn his circuits less. Nevertheless, his circuit would still burn at the sheer intake of prana that the ritual would consume but with the appropriate abilities, even a lesser mage like he could get something of greater value that could be obtained outside of sheer brute power. His catalyst was ready and projected, with weeks worth of dedicated time to produce the same precise details of their real counterparts, they would serve their purpose on a tall mannequin who was as close to the details he could concretely discover as a fact on his servant he wished to produce. Should something go wrong, hopefully, these preparations that he made would still summon forth a servant of considerable power from the same Age where he was summoning from.

Sighing, he anticipated the pain that would come as he began uttering the aria...

"The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled."

He winced in slight pain as it was expected, he was pushing himself to the limits of what his magic circuits was capable of pushing out along with the mana flowing in as well... Whatever he would summon, it would eventually knock on his door.

"Your true self shall follow me, all my fate and doom lies in your blade. 
In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead."

"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！"

Then there was light... Literally, as it blinded Uriel within the enclosed room of the basement the marvelous glow of the ritual simply radiated as something came through from the other side. Sure he was sweating, his ritual circles messed up and destroyed along with the slight trace of steam coming off his body from the overexertion of his magic circuits but overall, this could be considered a success. Only thing that he would prefer to do this next time was with a larger scale circle perhaps or with a leyline so that nasty sensation of his circuits burning wouldn't happen again. Still he was eager to see who'd he summon, for his catalyst would most likely summon a servant from the knight classes.