To explain starting from the conclusion, Rider of Black, Astolfo, currently had stakes driven into both his arms and legs, had his movements confined by fluid-form golems and was in fact imprisoned along with Berserker of Red.
He had spoken too honestly, and to make it worse had added in his own thoughts ("It was really quite refreshing!") into his report. That Lancer of Black—Vlad III—would become enraged was only to be expected.
All the Masters, who learned Saber of Black's true name, had also looked at Rider of Black with reproach. After all, it was Siegfried, the 'dragon-slayer' of the Netherlands. To the Black Faction, he was certainly a Servant that could serve as their trump card.
Lancer had ordered that Rider be imprisoned and then immediately vanished into spiritual form. His Master Darnic was smoothing things over with him, but he was currently in an ill mood. If this were back when he was still alive, someone's life would certainly have been a necessary price to improve his mood.
After expelling everyone else from the dungeon, Rider's Master Celenike slapped his face. Annoyingly to her, the sound it made was very light. Although Rider wore a solemn expression, he showed no signs of reacting to the pain—and most of all, no signs of despair.
"Do you understand just what you did?"
"I understand, you know? I saved a homunculus... That's all."
"Don't joke around! Saber has disappeared, don't you get it!? Saber, the strongest of all Servants! And it wasn't in battle. He didn't even die in battle! He disappeared due to an internal dispute, how ridiculous! And it's your fault!"
Rider thought it over for a short while, and while knowing his next words might anger her, he whispered.
"No. It's not my responsibility. Saber splendidly acted according to his own will, just like a hero should."
Celenike slapped Rider's face again. Even so, he remained calm and composed, which exasperated her irritation more and more, so she gripped the stakes stabbed into his hands and legs and shook them.
"Ow, oooooww! No, c-come on, give me a break!"
She felt satisfied as Rider finally showed an anguished face. It was an expression that she hadn't been able to see no matter what she did to him on top of the bed.
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—This alone is wonderful, and yet...
Celenike thought so from the bottom of her heart. It was truly regrettable that Servants didn't possess a physical body made of flesh.
"If you had held back at my side like a Servant should, you wouldn't be in this kind of position."
"Ah, if I start doing that from now on, will you take these things out?"
