The Holy Grail War.
It is, a bloody conflict, where we magi will wager our lives for the sake of a wish.
Seven Servants, and Seven Magi who have obtained the rank of an angel.
Heroic Spirits who once met an ‘untimely death” will revive into the modern world by temporarily obtaining vessels for their souls called Servants, gathering together in one place alongside the magi who are to be their Masters, they will kill each other until one Servant remains at the end, unfolding into a brutal battle that surpasses human intellect.
Magi, Servants.
For the sake of having their wishes granted, together.
When it is the year 1999 AD.
The end of the old millennium.
A new Holy Grail War will start, here in Tokyo――――a Promised Land at the far end of the East.
And, now.
A single, Servant stands before my eyes.
He, who has green eyes.
He, who wears silver armour.
The first ranked Servant, who swore to fight together with me in this Holy Grail War, nestles close to me, a Master of the lowest of the seven ranks, Princes.
You, a knight who said that you’ll protect me.
Saber.
To the me of that time, you, seemed to be too tall.
Without realising it, I’m looking at your figure as if it was 8 years ago.
8 years ago.
At that time, you were probably, fighting in a place unknown to me, assuredly, by my older sister’s side.
And yet.
There were a lot of things that I didn’t know about.
About you.
About my Papa.
About what this thing called the Holy Grail War, specifically meant to you?
Or what my older sister had done back then?
My older sister―――――
Big Sis Manaka.
A person who shone more than anyone else.
A person who’d participated in the Holy Grail Wars 8 years ago, together with you.
Although there are a lot of things that I don’t remember even now, as I at that time was still young, even so, there are also things that I surely do remember.
That’s right, for example.
I, have always, about my big sister――――――