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Minamoto Diego

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“Her beauty befits a princess from the long proclaimed fairy tales. Saber...just who are you?” 【Servant: @BlossomingSaber.】【Fate/stay night OC, AU.】

--of the prana in his body had reached its uttermost limit; passing the human helm to bring a hope about a miracle from the--


--from the circle of restraining rings, O guardian of balance–!” Exclaiming the end of his prayers, Diego felt the that the acceleration--


--didn't wavered, much because he didn't wanted this effort to go to waste. “Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words, come forth--


--all evil in the eternal world!” He wanted to squirm in pain with each second passing. But he didn't wanted to stop. His concentration--


-- “I hereby swear. I am that person who is to become all that is good in the eternal world. I am that person who is to be the disposer of--


--each verse recited, the patterns of the summoning circle was slowly glimmering with a dim light. It was working, as he predicted.--


--he continued to chant the incantation, making sure to withstand such uncomfortable feeling as if his whole life depended on that. With--


--the body of the magi as a circuit as a whole; something that no magi can escape from. Even so, he didn't slacked in his concentration as--


--naught but the malevolent agony caused by the slithering and circulation of the Magic Circuits converting the prana in the air, using--


--thou wilt obey this mind, this reason, then thou shalt respond!” The sensation of prana that surrounded the body of Minamoto Diego was--


--chant. “Set–” “Let thy body rest under my dominion, let my fate rest in thy blade. If thou abide to the call of the Holy Grail, and if--


--Slowly, he took distance for the now finished circle, extending his left arm in the direction of the same whilst continuing with the--


-- “Fill, fill, fill, fill, fill. Five perfections for each repetition. And now, let the filled sigils be annihilated in my stead.” --


--and dropped in the area needing completion carefully, reciting the start of the chant as he slowly stood up.--


--from his circuits, he affirmed the last part. He grabbed a test tube with the remaining mercury he would use to complete the circle,--


--preparation. “Preparations, set. Wavelength, ideal.” A satisfied smile crossed his lips. Placing two fingers to check the flow of prana--


--patterns so far. Using small funds of the Minamoto House, he was capable of arranging just what he needed to hold such a plain--


--circle scribbled on the floor that was drawn using mercury instead of the blood of a victim. Good, there wasn't twists or smudges on the--


--test to him as a Magus and current head of the Minamoto House. He crouched down to examine the nearly completed state of the summoning--


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