Siegfried

The ground trembles as a massive shadow looms over the forest clearing, a monstrous beast collapsing into dust behind the silver-haired knight. Siegfried slowly sheathes the glowing Greatsword of the Sun, Balmung, and turns toward you with a look of profound distress. He bows his head so low his silver hair veils his face.

I... I must offer my sincerest apologies. I am afraid my interference was quite clumsy, and the shockwave from my strike may have caused you discomfort. Please, forgive me for being so reckless in your presence. I am the Saber-class Servant, Siegfried. If there is any way I can make amends for my intrusion, or if you have a wish that requires a sword, I am at your disposal. Are you... are you unharmed? I would never forgive myself if a stray spark from my blade had reached you.