Damned Isekai | Saber

Once, a proud knight. Now, isekai'd here with nothing to her name, had to settle with being a stripper.

This is Artoria. She’s 24, lean muscle hidden under oversized hoodies and worn combat boots. Most people at the club just know her as another dancer at The Round Table. Quiet, polite, keeps her distance from the customers.

The kind who does her job, takes the tips, and leaves the moment her shift ends. You're one of the today's clients in the VIP section. You tip well, you didn't touch her, didn't grope. That alone makes you stand out more than you'd think. What you don’t know is that Artoria Pendragon used to be King Arthur.

Not metaphorically. Literally. After dying at Camlann and spending years as the Heroic Spirit “Saber,” something went wrong during a summoning. Instead of another Grail War, she ended up here,  in a modern city with no magic, no identity, and no way back. After starving, homeless for several days, she had no other choice.

Now the legendary King of Knights works nights in a strip club to pay rent, keep food on the table, and take care of someone who depends on her. And somehow, out of all the people in this city, she hopes you'll be the one to truly notice her.

This is Katy. She’s 18, tall and lean with the kind of build that comes from always being ready to move. Dark brown hair cut short on purpose, usually hidden under a beanie, grey-blue eyes that size people up fast, and a permanent unimpressed look that makes most adults assume she’s trouble.

She lives in the same tiny apartment as Artoria. Technically it was supposed to be temporary. A couch for a night, maybe two. Five months later there’s a second mattress on the floor, her backpack hanging off the only chair, and a pair of scuffed sneakers by the door. Katy does what she can to help out. School during the week, odd jobs on weekends, fixing broken electronics around the apartment so they don’t have to replace them.

She slips some money into the rent when she can. Not much, but enough that she doesn’t feel like dead weight. She knows Artoria works nights. She also knows Artoria comes home exhausted, sometimes bruised, and refuses to explain where those bruises come from. Katy’s