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


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[color=1E90FF]  “Alright, alright. I understand, Master,” [/color]  Lancer says in a rather nonchalant manner of tone. Of course, he was the sort to act in the defense of his Master. Even if his master was a child, he was still obligated by the oath of his contract to protect her. There were a few cases where perhaps he would not listen to the orders of someone holding his seals, but they tended to fall under “absolute evil” and “people who should not have had the seals in the first place.” 


[color=1E90FF] “Sorry for any intrusion I think I caused in this here ‘family reunion’. It isn’t my place to say what my Master can and cannot do. They are their own person, after all, even if she is a bit young. If my worries were unfounded, then I suppose I am the one at fault here.” [/color] 


Perhaps there was a bit of jealousy in Cu’s voice as to have a descendant. He had been someone who had burned the candle at both ends. A fantastic light, but one that burns out quickly. There were things he imagined that with his current knowledge he could better avoid or prevent, but he had no regrets in his life. Even to the son he had killed, if he were to regret his choices there it would merely be an insult to the entirety of those who looked up to his legend and to those he had inspired with his tales throughout history.  


[color=1E90FF]  “But still, I didn’t expect a cute face like that under that hood. Maybe you should wear something cuter if you look a lot prettier.” [/color] 


Her features were, at the very least, modest. Perhaps it was the cloak she wore, but it seemed to hide away her beauty as if someone wished to conceal her; as if she could not appear before others. Perhaps that wasn’t completely untrue. Even if she was a witch, Cu wasn’t the sort to completely hold someone to their actions so long as they didn’t affect him. “Affecting him” could have any varied meanings like simply doing something he doesn’t like.  


Cu was the sort to be able to change his emotions in a situation on the fly. Perhaps not exactly “on the fly”. It was more like within his conversations with Servants he always saw his opponents as “someone I should have to fight”. 


But there was no one to fight in the current situation. At the very least the person before Cu was not an “enemy”, and likely, considering the circumstances, would not be someone he would have to fight in the future. At least he hoped not. If the Caster-class Servant was going to simply allow for his Master to do as she pleased, Cu would be content in this situation. 


[color=1E90FF]  “Besides, I have to look good in front of my Master, no?” [/color] 


But that was when he had heard a voice that he had not heard in … well, his life was short and one could say that the throne of heroes doesn’t truly have a concept of “time” or anything along those lines, but in ages nonetheless. A voice that he respected and cherished, though perhaps not as much as the “other Cu” would. 


A beautiful figure of a woman stood before Lancer. And in her voice she simply said the words ‘Lancer’. 


[color=1E90FF]  “T-Teacher?” [/color] 


It was a bit of a confusion for the hero known as Cu Chulainn. The woman he respected as both a warrior and a teacher. And not only was she an extremely capable warrior, but someone who’s looks Cu did fancy. 


Cu had thought that due to her disposition, she would have never been able to see him again. He had not been able to rightfully end her during his life. Perhaps not a regret that Cu did have, but like his descendant he did wish there was someone to have ended his teacher, whom of which had placed much of her faith in being able to die to his spear. 


There were many things he wanted to ask her but couldn’t. Even Lancer, who was simply a warrior at heart, felt the weight of his actions. The teacher he loved. He couldn’t meet her expectations. He was born too young. Too young. 


[color=1E90FF] “Teacher, I never thought I’d be able to see you again.” [/color] 


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[color=SpringGreen] [center] [h2]  Ravel Livoria D’Arby [/h2] [/center] [/color] 

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[color=springgreen] “Then if you shall accept me as a Master, I shall give you my all, Caster! I mean Himiko! I am glad that you were approachable. I have to say that i was a bit astonished by your beauty, but I am glad to see you are a nice person.” [/color] 


A smile was plastered upon Ravel’s face. 


Perhaps it was true. Ravel was a somewhat easily impressed individual. The sort of person to care much about the current position they found themselves within through its fantastical existence known as the “world of magecraft”. Simply put, an observer who watched those around her and their craft, and someone who wished to make a name for themselves in the magi scene as her family had long ago. 


But idealism tended to lead magi to ruin, if not by their actions within the confines of creating enemies to simply understanding magic that is too dangerous to exist. 




[color=springgreen] “Although a bit taboo, I will say that my family practices curses and spirits. I will understand if you are off put by such magecraft, and I will understand why considering the stigma against such, but it is still the magecraft of my bloodline which I respect. As the leader of the D’Arby house of England, I will make my family great once more!” . [/color] 


Even if she was someone who was “idealistic”, she was not the sort to wish to ruin herself. Ravel was the only hope for her bloodline; a nasty group of degenerates who practiced arts frowned upon by contemporary magicians. She would restore their craft to its former prominence.


[color=springgreen] “However, I am a tad bit hungry from my arrival here, so I would like you to accompany with you meal if that would please you. I would love to discuss anything you would wish to speak about, but I don’t want to force you. I believe we are a partnership rather than a traditional “servant and master”, as you have said. It is merely the titles we draw. So long as you are willing to support me, I will wish to support you as well, Caster.” [/color]


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