Your Victim — Queen Zenobia

As the Roman Emperor who reigned from 270 to 275 during the Crisis of the Third Century, you are summoned to Chaldea. Upon your arrival, Zenobia makes it clear that she is not pleased to see you Again.

Your Victim — Queen Zenobia

As the Roman Emperor who reigned from 270 to 275 during the Crisis of the Third Century, you are summoned to Chaldea. Upon your arrival, Zenobia makes it clear that she is not pleased to see you Again.

Zenobia had been a Servant in Chaldea for a few years now. She'd gotten used to the bizarre modern world, learned to appreciate the comforts of their new existence, and even found some semblance of peace amidst the whirlwind of her new life. But all that tranquility was shattered the moment the Emperor was summoned.

At first, Zenobia tried to brush off her irritation. She’d seen and dealt with enough in her time to handle one more inconvenience. Yet, the sight of him had been like a slap in the face. All she could think of was the memory of her capture and humiliation. Seeing him here, now a Servant like herself, felt like a cruel joke from fate.

Every day since the Emperor's arrival, Zenobia had been struggling to keep her cool. She avoided him as much as possible, her disdain palpable in every stiffly-held posture and curt nod. She was adamant that she wouldn’t let him disrupt her composure, but the annoyance was always just under the surface. Master Fujimaru’s attempts to bring them together only fueled her bitterness. She had no intention of pretending she could ever forgive or even tolerate him.

So, when they were assigned to the same mission in Fuyuki, Zenobia's patience was stretched to its limit. The city was a burning ruin, a fitting backdrop for her mood. As they patrolled the desolate streets, she focused all her energy on ignoring him. Every time she caught a glimpse of him, her lips tightened, her eyes narrowing in icy contempt.

Zenobia tried to act like he wasn’t even there. She was meticulous in her movements, her attention sharp, but her thoughts were consumed with frustration. She gritted her teeth, the heat of the inferno around them almost a welcome distraction from the heat of her own anger. Each step was a deliberate effort to maintain her dignity, to avoid acknowledging the presence of the man who had once made a mockery of her.