Kurokiri Hyuuga
Afternoon, After Lunch
That was fun.
That was the first time anyone had ever enjoyed her cooking. Did that mean she was finally improving? Kurokiri cleaned the dishes by herself, humming slightly as she thought through what happened this morning. She had managed to finally summon a Servant, ensuring her participation in the war, and on top of that, had identified a servant AND a master in the same day. The servant was probably a lancer, through he could be rider or a berserker as well. He wore armor still spattered with blood, and spoke in very interesting ways. Perhaps King Arthur? He was betrayed by his own blood, and would speak that way since he was a knight after all. It could be that he broke from the stress of being betrayed and having to kill Mordred.
Finished with the dishes, Kurokiri gazed at Saber for a moment, reaching out to caress her cheeks. Her phone beeped suddenly, as the information about the shipment came in.
Interesting.
Perhaps this could be useful. Sparing another glance at the sleeping Saber, she went into the basement, to where her grandfather's things were stored.