"One Saber, two Sabers... the Sabers... ah, they've increased by one yet again!"
An eerie voice echoes at night in Chaldea.
Every time a new Saber appears, the mysterious Servant chants a curse filled with grudges or something.
"It's strange, I've been carrying out nightly raids all this while, but they keep on increasing."
It would be good if she could have some consideration for the Master who has to call a healing-type Servant every time.
"Oh well. Then today too, I will face my dreams and sing the song of defeating Sabers!"
Destroy all Sabers destroy all Sabers destroy all Sabers
Destroy all Sabers... all the Sabers who heard this voice singing along to a techno beat would find their shoelaces cut and have cicadas fly into their faces,
falling into misfortune--- that would be nice, the girl thought.