With the most impassive mask she could muster, Arturia simply held up Caliburn, the sacred Sword of the Kings of Britain. Kay was taking her duties seriously enough -- which was good -- but there was one problem. Her presence.

Given, a year and a half was a considerable amount of time. But Kay's task was an indefinite one, a form of reprimand for her not-quite breaches of chivalry. The only reason that the knight should have returned was to signal a warning of encroaching Rift corruption.

"What has brought you back to Camelot, Sir Kay? Does the corruption threaten the kingdom from the farthest reaches, as well?" she asked, her face remaining deceptively passive.