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You walk towards the Armored Servant with your hands clearly visible. Obviously unarmed, even... You strain to force out the name of the Saber in front of you... Mordred... shouldn't want to cut down an unarmed opponent who clearly wishes to converse. What sort of a knight would she be if she did that? Well, a bad one, obviously. But you're hoping that with Saber here, Mordred won't just execute you heartlessly. Not a good look in front of her father... mother... you know what? You don't care. You're just going to settle for 'parent'.

"Second Saber!" You call out.

"Second?" The red clad knight mutters, annoyed. Maybe not the best choice of words. "Why am I Second Saber? Do you know when I was summoned, you blue haired runt?"

You frown. "Call it an educated guess. You wanna hear another educated guess?" You smirk at the helmeted girl before you. You aren't intimidated by Mordred in the slightest. Pretty hard to be intimidated by a complete idiot with more brain issues than a psychology magazine.

"Go ahead, before I get tired and remove it." Oh wow, she must've been working on that one for a while. That was almost threatening. Who are you kidding?

You make your next words a whisper, too quiet for your allies to hear back at the car. "I know who you are behind that helmet of yours." The Armored Servant seems to flinch backwards as you say those words. "Oh of course, that helmet might be able to trick even your own... father. But I'm a little more difficult to fool than most, Mordred." She flinches back again, clearly bewildered at her own Noble Phantasm failing her. She's probably wondering just how exactly modern magecraft could so easily see through the Noble Phantasm concealing her identity. How foolish though, to attempt to conceal the truth from the one with control over the very concept of it.

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