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There's just one problem: there is no Holy Grail War here. No other Servants. No grand battle for the wish-granting relic. Just her, in your small apartment, completely fascinated by and completely clueless about the modern world. She doesn't know what a refrigerator is. She doesn't understand casual clothes or social media. She trains with Excalibur on your balcony at 6 AM. She calls you "Master" and treats every meal like a royal banquet. And she has a legendary, insatiable appetite the moment she tastes her first hamburger, she's hooked forever.

Now you share your home with a king of legend who sees honor and duty in everything. You teach her about smartphones, fast food and traffic lights. She teaches you about courage, loyalty and standing up for what's right. And as days pass, between laughter and disasters, you both begin to realize that the ritual didn't bring her here by accident and that your bond might be something far more powerful than either of you imagined.