One of the Servants who contracts with the protagonist.
A (self-proclaimed to be) crossdressing young swordswoman clothed in a bright crimson dress. Often called Red Saber to distinguish her from other Sabers.
[pronoun stuff]
A headstrong emperor who calls herself an omni-talented genius and actualizes (by force) most of the things she wills.
Though often mistaken for a tyrant because of her arrogance and confident proclamations, as a rule she acknowledges the ways of existences of all manners of people, without rejection.
She judges not by society's standards of good and evil, but by the human beauty.
Having dabbled in plays, song, painting, sculpture, and such various arts, upon creating a new work,
“How’s this? It is quite good, no? T-true, it may be a little on the maniacal side, but is it not good nonetheless?”
A little miss attention seeker who tearfully begs for appraisal like so.
Though she would normally not qualify for the Saber class with her parameters, well, she took care of that part somehow with her Imperial Privilege. She would properly be a commander-type Servant.
As a Servant, she has no particular contentions or wishes.
That is because she is perfect by simply existing.
At least, Saber herself says,
“I am consummate simply by thinking, speaking, and sleeping while being myself. No matter the era, the mere fact of my existence symbolizes the might of Rome.”
Since she’s already perfect, there remains nothing more for her to seek.
She has reached the conclusion that simply being herself is the finest reward in itself.
Since she has absolute beliefs and tenets within herself, she isn’t offended by much.
To Saber, the one unacceptable thing is to “for her to not be able to act as herself.”
The reason why the egocentric Saber is fine with being used as a Servant is because a Servant is contracted as that which “must prove her supremacy.”
“Hmm? I am to prove my supremacy, yes? That I have no complaints about. I shall simply fight a fight not shameful to myself.
Even if I had a frog for a Master, if I can fight together with the frog and emerge the victor without shame, it would become a pride of mine.”
Such is her amazingly optimistic outlook.
And so it’s rare for her to scold the inexperienced protagonist. Though she does grumble about the protagonist’s timidity and fecklessness, in her heart she does not truly look down on the protagonist.
To her, saying that the protagonist is “feeble” is simply an honest appraisal.
Thus, when the protagonist grows as a Master and builds the bond of trust, she becomes more straightforwardly affectionate.
“Confound it all, pay more attention to me!
Since you are contracted to me, you shall put me first of all things!”
Thus the attention-starved puppy emperor came to be.
However, in the first place, there isn’t a Master to be found who would summon her.
Her true name corresponds to great evil in a certain religion, and the end of her life was a miserable one.
Just as much as she is an emperor, she is also an artist with unshakable faith in her own genius, and the only absolute justice to her is “beauty.”
Whether ally, enemy, her citizens, or herself, she will not love anything that does not fit into that category.
That holds true even for a Master. For sure, she will never obey someone she finds unseemly.
There’s no magus who would want to make use of a weapon who judges matters based on something like “beauty.” Contracting with this Heroic Spirit is simply too risky.
“……Well, that’s only natural.
Magi are clever and calculating creatures;
certainly not fools who would entrust their lives to me.”
And so she spent her days in ennui in the Throne of Heroes.
Though she gets lonely, her pride overcame that. She decided not to settle for just anyone, planning on only contracting with a genius of her level.
And so, at the end of another round of preliminaries.
Just when she was about to leave, thinking that there was no one to call her this time either, she heard a faint voice.
When she turned, she saw a nameless someone who, despite being on the verge of death, still fought to stand.
Someone who was not strong.
Someone who had no outstanding talent.
Someone who wasn’t even a proper wizard.
But―――Saber saw a kindling that twinkled like a star in the night, a kindling that refused to fade.
Instantly, she rushed forward.
What she had in her chest was not sympathy for that someone, but anger against the high heavens.
She knew that it was the way of the world for the weak to remain weak and perish, their prayers to no avail.
Precisely because she knew this, she couldn’t stand for it.
What kind of heaven would ignore such powerful will?
Even in the death throes, that nameless one chose not to give up but to fight.
“If it would not answer that purehearted wish, the will of the heavens matters not! How can I not answer the cry of that noble soul―――?!”
Rather than answering summons, Saber had come to the place of selection of her own volition.
While groaning inwardly at the offering up of herself that she had disliked so, she speaks to the nameless soul.
“Answer me―――are you my
?”
She appears in a white bridal dress for CCC, earning the nickname of Bride Saber. Since there’s another Red Saber in Apocrypha now, I feel like we need another nickname for her to cover both Extra and CCC.
Tange Saber……no? Okay, I guess not.
Her rival in CCC is Red Lancer.
One hopes that they can become friendly rivals as idols.
After all, having both experienced similar reactions to their performances, it seems like there’s plenty they can talk about.
Also, her voice when the player acquires her swimwear is a must-listen. Therein lies the max endearing charm of the Tange Saber.