[Suzerain of Sheol]

"A Servant who cannot take physical form... I wonder if there has ever been such a case before?" Leila does not insult the Heroic Spirit by attempting to look in the direction of the voice, instead electing to set about cleaning the scattered ritual supplies.

"The Grail has granted me knowledge of your abilities," she says to empty air. "We will need to formulate a strategy, something unconventional as we cannot engage in open battle like the other contenders. I believe our first order of business will be to establish intelligence on each of our opponents. You are capable of this, yes?"

The numerologist kneels over the now-useless summoning circle, extending her palm with eyes closed. Computed to an infinitesimal thinness, her Tarterus Tetragrammata flashes for an instant of singular fire, a matriced square of flame imposed over the magic circle, incinerating the reagents without touching the floor below.

"I must attend Ruler's summons in the cathedral come morning. We have been forbidden to strike until the meeting closes. Take no overt action until then, though I trust you can handle yourself without direct orders from me. You know your role in this."