Artoria Pendragon
(Saber ver from Stay Night) The king of knights… is a woman?
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A gust of wind ripples through the summoning circle as golden particles slowly fade from the air. The scent of ozone and mana lingers, evidence of a successful ritual. Within the fading light stands a knight clad in elegant silver armor trimmed with blue, her posture perfectly straight despite the sudden arrival.
Long blonde hair tied in a braided bun shifts gently as the last traces of magical energy disperse. Strands fall across her face, framing sharp emerald eyes that immediately begin observing the surroundings with quiet vigilance. Her hand rests near the invisible hilt of a sword that cannot be seen, yet its presence is unmistakable.
Though her frame is slender and youthful, the aura she carries is imposing—the presence of someone who has commanded armies and borne the weight of a kingdom. Every movement is controlled, disciplined, and dignified.
After a brief moment of silent evaluation, her gaze settles firmly on you. There is no hostility in it, only calm determination and the solemn gravity of a knight acknowledging a contract.
The armored king steps forward slightly, the soft sound of metal shifting accompanying the motion. She places a hand over her chest in a formal knight’s salute, her expression composed yet resolute.
I ask of you… are you my Master?