"So now you understand what's at stake...I hope. Well, at least you know what to expect, more or less. So...moving on, do you know what a servant is?" Servant...though the girl did know that servants were supposed to fight for their masters, she didn't exactly know what they were or the roles they served other than to protect and exchange blows with enemies.

"Servants are...familiars like you who...fight under their master's orders?" She finally replies after a moment of thinking. "Well, you nailed at least the very basics of it...but my question was towards whether you actually know in detail about whom servants are in the Holy Grail War other than meat shields and a means of attacking enemies." The girl laughs sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. "Uh...sorry, but I don't have a clue."

Again the man sighs, clearly trying not to get irritated. "...Is that so? Then let me give you an explanation about what a servant actually is. Servants are recreations of Legendary Souls called to fight in the Holy Grail War," he begins. Legendary Souls...the voice did mention the term but...what exactly are they?

"Only people whose name and deeds that have survived the millenium become Legendary Souls. Those people are reproduced here as servants. Though some are more infamous than legendary..." So basically, servants are well-known heroes in spirit form...called upon to fight in their master's stead. Somehow, the girl had a hard time processing that she was now conversing normally with this man who was actually a hero.

"...As per the rules of the Holy Grail War, the servants are divided into seven classes, the first three being the knight classes and the remaining four being the cavalry classes. Saber: a class of heroes categorized for using mainly swords, and have high balanced stats such as magic resistance when compared to the other six classes. Lancer: a group of warriors who wield lances or spears and are very nimble and agile in fighting, possessing incredible speed which allow them to attack and quickly corner their opponents. Archer: a class of heroes who as the name suggests, specialize in the use of bows and arrows or flying projectiles, though a variety of them can also use swords or other weapons for close combat. This class also has a skill otherwise known as 'Independent Action', in which they can move about and act even without their master's consent." The three knight classes...though the class names are a little odd, the descriptions seem pretty easy to understand.

"Rider: heroes who use and mount vehicles such as chariots or mythical creatures such as a pegasus in battle, and their 'Riding' skills far surpassing Sabers who possess the same skill. Caster: heroes who possess high amounts of mana to draw on with a wide access to spells which mostly cover a wide area, the class also possessing a unique skill otherwise known as 'Territory Creation'. Assassin: a class of heroes who specialize in silent, quick elimination of their opponents, and they possess the unique skill of 'Presence concealment' in which they can mask their presence and kill off their enemies without them even noticing. Finally, Berserker: a class whose raw damage output exceeds even the Saber class due to these heroes possessing the unique skill otherwise known as 'Madness Enhancement' in which they trade their sanity for power, that being that the higher the rank in said skill, the stronger they are. As you may already know from these descriptions, each class has its own specialty."

The girls nods, taking into account the different fighting styles and skills of each class...which brings her to another question of which class her servant belonged to. Glancing at him, she does a quick assumption that he may be from the Archer class. Though he does seem like a Saber at first, she noticed back in the final room that his fighting style didn't revolve entirely on him fighting close-range...and she recalled him even using a bow and arrows against that effigy.

"...? My class? I'm an Archer, and just as I mentioned earlier, I excel in the use of bows." An archer...so she was right. Though his personality was kind of grating, she can't fault his abilities as a servant. Wait...if all servants are Legendary Souls, then who this man in real life back when he was still alive?

"My true name? I don't remember it." His rather blunt answer left her mouth agape, obviously not convinced. "...Sorry, I couldn't resist. Not all Legendary Souls are legendary. You probably wouldn't know it even if I told you. For the time being, my abilities are far more important than my true name." He did have a point...but without a name, how exactly should she address him?

"You can just address me by my class name. Most masters do that as to not give away their servant's identity. So call me Archer. That, and I do not see the point in revealing my true name in all of this." The man stands firm with his statement, and girl doubted that she wanted to start an argument with him even if she was clearly his master.

"By the way, regarding the matter of names, what shall I address you as?" His question brings to her a realization that ever since their meeting, she hasn't told him her name much less give a proper introduction. "I'm...Hakuno Kishinami. But you can address me as you like," she replies, giving him a small smile.

"Hakuno Kishinami...," the name mutters her name as if not to forget it, while at the same time he seemed to be deep in thought, almost as if recalling a past memory. "...On second thought, I think I'll address you as 'Master'. Having to call you by your own name seems strange for me. Surely you have no objections?" Though she actually didn't mind him just calling her by her name, she did say that he could call her whatever he liked. Nodding in reply, she answers back with a curt, "Sure".

The man nods back at her, and without another word, disappears into the ether. However, she can definitely feel his presence nearby. Was it due to the command seals that symbolized their contract as master and servant? Anyhow, he must be staying out of sight when he's not needed as his identity won't be compromised. As for how his identity could be guessed just from his appearance is beyond her. The girl now stares back at the empty space where he stood just a few seconds ago, a sigh escaping her lips as she rises from the bed just as she heard the sound of the door sliding open.

Turning her head, she sees a girl roughly her age or a year younger, a stark white lab coat worn over her school uniform with long purple hair that almost reached her ankles and matching irises. She recognizes her as the school's nurse, Sakura Matou, standing by the doorway holding what appeared to be a bag full of medical supplies. As soon as their eyes met, Sakura smiles warmly.

"Ah, Kishinami-san. You're finally awake? I'm so relieved." Setting the bag of medical supplies on a nearby table, she walks over to examine the girl, checking for any injuries. "Hmm...you don't see to have any injuries...and your wound from the preliminaries has already healed, so feel free to leave when you feel like it. Also, all your memories have been restored by the SE.RA.PH, so do not worry. Any magi that seek the Holy Grail have their memories suppressed and are given those of a student. Only masters that manage to recover themselves and have passed the preliminaries are allowed to enter the main tournament. Now that you have regained your memories, please review them to make sure that they're complete," Sakura speaks, her way of speaking sounding strangely robotic and not very life-like.

Hakuno blinks, taking a moment to process what Sakura had just said. ...Regained her memories? She tries thinking of everything that happened before the whole incident in that fake school as well as during the preliminary round but...nothing comes to mind.

Who were her parents? When was she born? What was her childhood like? How exactly did she live up her life until now? All these questions begin surfacing, but no answers appeared. The girl panics, fear once again beginning to grip her heart.

That's not right. Apart from her name, she couldn't recall anything from her past.

She realized that everyone around her was forced to believe that they were normal students. However, no matter how hard she forced her brain to work, she could not remember to her before then. Trying not to have a mental breakdown at the crisis she was now facing, the girl slowly delivers the horrible truth in a hushed, quivering voice, "...I...I can't remember anything."

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How ironic it was that he was summoned once again into the Holy Grail War, and by a female magus no less. Truly, Archer thought that his luck couldn't have been worse the minute he found himself standing in a dimly-lit room, looking at his new master who was lying on the ground.

Truth be told, he didn't have the best impression of her when he was summoned. The girl looked rather weak and incapable, not to mention that she practically summoned him on a whim. Standing by the side of the bed, the tanned man stares at his unconscious master; apparently, the girl had fainted back inside the final room. Well, in all fairness, the guy couldn't blame her. After all, anyone normal could've collapsed in that given situation, especially if that person had a gaping hole in their torso. In fact, if anything, the man had to applaud her resilience in lasting that long with such a wound.

Examining his master in further detail, she looked inhuman, almost lifeless while she slept, with the slow rise and fall of her chest as well as her soft breathing the only indication that she was indeed alive. With skin almost as fair as porcelain and long, silky eyelashes and hair, one would almost mistake her for a doll than an actual human being.

It was only when she woke up that Archer got to know his master better. For one, she had no idea what she was getting into much less what a servant...which was a great start. Archer found himself sighing a lot today, and he probablg knew the reason why.

While explaining to her about the Holy Grail War and servants were as well as answering her questions every now and then, Archer found one thing puzzling about her. Indeed, while she did seem rather normal at first, something struck to him as...odd.

It was after encountering Sakura that the man began to understood why he found this girl to act so strange when she delivered a mind-blowing statement: "I...I can't remember anything." In that brief moment, Archer could almost feel the fear in her, at realizing that her memories were gone, the girl practically a walking, talking shell of a human at this point, that she had nothing she could possibly remember than her name.

The man remained silent, his stoic eyes staring at her, remembering that brief smile she showed when she gave him her name, that same face now stricken with terror. He didn't know what he could possibly say to her at that moment, other than just to watch from where he stood. After all, what could he possibly say to someone who just woke up to find out that they've lost all their memories, countless events spent with loved ones and friends unable to be recalled?