Even with Mordred

Steel masses and fighting spirits clashed. Sparks flew. There was no pity, no hatred, only powerful wills who would deny the existence of the other, as well as the whirl of utter joy found in facing a powerful enemy. Ever since the start of this battle, their swords had already crossed ten times. Unconsciously, Saber of Red's cheeks drew into a grin.

Neither of them were supposed to exist in this world in the first place. They were the corporeal forms of extraordinary human beings who had left their names in history and made legends.  Heroes whose names did not disappear even after their deaths but continued to live on in the hearts of people, they were known as [Heroic Spirits], and the two of them were the duplicates of such—[Servants] who materialized in this world to follow another.

Their thirteenth clash—immediately, the world became silent. Their weapons not shattered, their flesh not scattered, the two knights displayed an equilibrium that could even be called elegant, their swords still locked with each other.


Volume 1, Prologue, Page 5