[center] [color=crimson] [h2] Shinobu Shiratori [/h2] [/color] [/center] 


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She had done it. Shinobu had summoned a Servant truly worth her time. Someone who had to be at least as powerful as her claimed rival, Felix. At the very least, she believed that what she had drawn would be able to benefit the Mage known as Zelretch in the quest he had given Shinobu with his request. 


[color=crimson] “Then as long as we work together, I am sure that with our greatness we can defeat any adversity. After all, you are a Servant worthy of me, and I assure you that I am a Magus worthy of the Prince.” [/color] 


Perhaps it was a bit too cocky to speak with a Servant in such a way, but that was the sort of magus that Shinobu was. The Shiratori family wasn’t particularly amazing magi, but at the very least they were damn skilled and ensured that their daughter had surpassed what they were able to produce. Skillful activation of eastern magecraft was completely different than the perception of western magecraft. 


[color=crimson] “But know that it isn’t vanity. If I don’t believe that I am able to defeat what is before me, then who will? There is no one that isn’t an ally that would want me to fail, but even if I do have such “allies”, I must ensure that through my own strength I am able to pull my weight.” [/color] 


However, There was a term that Shinobu had, at this time, be a bit weirded out by. Perhaps it was a misunderstanding, or perhaps her Servant had truly intended to use this term, but so long as they were partner Shinobu felt that she needed to know if her partner’s statement was true or not. 


[color=crimson] “Prince? How could someone like you be a ‘Prince’? You’re too cute!” [/color] 


There was no way that someone as beautiful as this individual before her could be a boy. At least, she hoped not, as it might shatter a bit of her pride as a woman. 


But that was no matter. At the very least, Shinobu wished to show off her newly acquired “toy of sorts” to Felix. If he was going to state that she didn’t belong within the confines of the war, than her drawing Prince Nezha, the Subjugator of Dragons, would not have been possible. 


Turning to face Felix and to see what sort of Servant he had summoned, she stopped when her eyes darted to the face of an extremely handsome man. Perhaps a true prince charming. Though it could be said that her Servant was cute, the Servant who she had looked at was perhaps one of the most beautiful individuals she had ever seen in her life. 


A prince charming. Someone you would perhaps want to sweep you off of your feet and drag you around the countryside. 


But even the most novice of Magi could tell what was happening, A “curse” of sorts not unlike a mystic eyes. With a simple activation of her magical circuits, she was able to limit the effects of the “curse”. 


[color=crimson] “Hmm. it appears that the Master is nothing like his Servant in this case. A pretty Servant paired with a loser like you. Perhaps if this was a normal grail war I would have challenged you to a fight by now, but we are under orders to work together. Don’t think of me as an ‘ally’ though. I don’t want to be associated with someone who would steal a girl’s underwear like you.” [/color] 


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[h2] [center] [color=1E90FF] Cu Chulainn, Lancer [/color] [/center] [/h2] 


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[color=1E90FF] “Dog… I suppose that isn’t too far off from the truth. I am Cu Chulainn of the Lancer Class, the greatest hero of Ireland. Pleased to meet ya’, Master. I guess I did want my Master to be a cute girl, but I didn’t expect her to be a little girl. Not that I can complain. I can tell that you are a really good Master at the very least. Better than good, even.” [/color] 


A degree of pride seemed to show from Cu’s tone of voice in saying his name. Perhaps it wasn’t unwarranted. As he had stated, the Heroic Spirit “Cu Chulainn” was similar to someone like King Arthur was to the English, Roland or Joan D’Arc was to the French, or Heracles was to the Greeks. Simply put, a hero of great status, and one that cannot be understated. According to a certain Red-Cloak-wearing archer, there were hardly three Lancers who could match him in skill, and none in that caliber that could match his speed. If this was a normal holy grail war, knowledge of his name would surely give his enemies an advantage, but Cu wasn’t the sort of Servant to go down without a fight. 


There was a bit of resentment in the fact he had been referred to as a “dog” by the little girl, but perhaps the combination of her age and compliments gave him the ability for this moment to forgive such a transgression. It didn’t seem like she meant any harm from it. However, there were a few people he knew that would use the term “dog” as an insult towards him. But Lancer sensed no malice from this little girl. 


[color=1E90FF] “But I am not the kind to ever back down from a fight. As long as you are my Master, I shall give you my all. Hell, I’ll kill a god if I have to. Not that I mind. I’ll protect you with my life.  That is the way of the Red Branch; the Ulster way. The men of my country will keep to their words. Give me something to fight and I don’t think I can be dissatisfied.” [/color] 


Perhaps the phrase “Try to keep their words” fits a bit better. Lancer was the sort to try their best to keep all their promises, but in the end that seemed to place him in a difficult spot. A man who liked irrational promises and beautiful woman. A man who was undone by one of the women in his life. 


However, to the little girl who had summoned him, he would give his all to achieve victory for her. At the very least he would enjoy proving his spear against whatever he was fighting. If she was the one that the Grail had given him a contract with, at the very least he would respect that agreement. 


That was about the time where his little Master had chosen to run off towards another group, requesting that he stay behind. But it wasn’t like he could really listen to this request. He didn’t know where she was going or why, but he knew there were a few dangerous people in the crowd of Servants. 




[color=1E90FF] “Sorry, I think I misplaced something of mine. Sorry about that, witch. Guess she is a bit hyper, but I doubt she means wrong..” [/color] 


Though Cu seemed to speak with a degree of his cool about him, If he had even a single hint of an inclination that the “Witch of Colchis” had a desire to harm a hair on his Master’s head, in that same moment he would take the enemy's heart. Perhaps it was the fact that the two Servants were supposed to be “allies” that prevented someone like Cu Chulainn from acting upon this thought. A murderer of Children was within his sights. 


Lancer was the sort of person who could easily laugh with his enemies, but he held no respect for the woman before him. Someone who had betrayed the trust of her kingdom, her husband, and worst of all her children. To Cu, who had made a promise to protect the little girl, he would be damned if she were to get hurt. Perhaps it wasn’t unlike a watchdog protecting its master?