In a circular hall with twenty columns of red marble, one hundred and twenty two magi had taken their seats, wearing a black suit and a red cloak. At the center of the hall stood the depiction of a magus who was about to execute a lamb with an ax.
The magi had gathered for the Sixteenth Congress of the Rote Mäntel.
The head of the organization, Arvin Kraus, had a long white beard and was bald. He wore a gold tiara on his head, symbolizing his power. The white-faced man gave a quick look to all the members of the organization and then, raising his hands, said:
« Willkommen, brüder und schwestern. Today, fifteen May of 2021, the Sixteenth Congress of the Rote Mäntel begins. As you already know, a terrible disaster occurred in Japan two days ago. The Ibaraki Disaster, they call it. An earthquake caused almost certainly by a strong magical energy. But we are not here to talk about this, we are here to talk about the decision to undertake the Holy Grail War. A man, our brother, has decided to volunteer to fight this war. »
At that moment Clovis Wolff, standing in front of Arvin Kraus, stood up. Arvin smiled and introduced Clovis:« He is Clovis Wolff and has offered to fight the Holy Grail War. Tell me, Clovis, are you aware of the risks you'll run? »
« Yes, I am. »
« Are you aware that you could die? »
« Yes, I know I could die in this war but I'm not afraid. »
Herbert was among the other brothers and listened to the words of Clovis in silence. He was taciturn, yes, but his heart wept at the sight of a young man giving his life for the Grail.
Arvin Kraus asked:« Will your heart be of iron? »
« Yes, it will be of iron and fire. »
« Will your soul be brave? »
« My soul will be brave like a thousand men in front of the apocalypse. »« Will you fight for the Rote Mäntel? »
« I will fight and die for the Rote Mäntel! » Proudly exclaimed Clovis.
« You have my blessing, Clovis Wolff. Rot ist dein Geist. Don't disappoint us, brother. »
« I humbly thank the organization for the kindness granted. »
Arvin Kraus sat down, then an old woman named Emory Huber stood up. The woman exclaimed, with a tone of approval:
« You are a brother worthy of our support and our blessing, Clovis Wolff. We will provide you with the Servant with which you will fight this war. Bring us the Grail and you will be remembered forever by our organization. You fail to do this and you will be forgotten. »« Ja, meine Dame. I will not fail. »
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