Rider
“I don’t think there’s any call for that sort of language,
ma dame,” Rider said with a slight giggle as he threw back his hood, revealing a head of candy-pink hair with a single white streak in his fringe, and a long plaited braid trailing down his back.
“So, what would you have me do?”
Erica
Erica set the box she’d been given containing the catalyst in the middle of the summoning circle she’d sketched out in the dirt of the clearing. Retreating to the edge, she knelt down and began to recite the incantation like she’d been taught.
"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."The winds blowing through the trees seemed to strengthen.
"Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.
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."Erica raised both of her hands, and focused on the circle as it glowed before her.
"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!"@Lasrever