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Himiko

Nice?

Such a pleasant-sounding word was not something anyone had ever used to refer to Caster for as long as she could remember. Perhaps what prompted Ravel to call her that was simply the work of the tone she forced herself to use. Would she ever learn about Caster's true self anytime soon? How would the girl react to it? Humans would always be drawn to the nature they're born with, no matter how much they tried to change or distance themselves from it. A born killer would always have the lust for blood haunting them as long as they live, and it would also apply on other kinds of nature someone might have. Thus, no matter how much Caster tried to sound nurturing and caring for her Master, sooner or later the girl would know about her true nature.

Although, to tell the truth, it's not like Himiko herself was actually aware of what was her own true nature, something she admitted inside as she was having this thought. For the most part so far, what was thought as her true nature by her was really just her own assumption. A train of thought that contradicted itself, yet to the outside world, they could only see the fabricated image of a grand and charismatic ruler hiding behind a mask.

Shifting herself away from that overly long introspection to take more note regarding her Master as they left the room, Himiko was then elated to learn about the discipline of magic that Ravel practiced. Furthermore, Caster was having quite an interest in her youthful drive regarding the study of magecraft. This meeting perhaps had been fated to happen. The girl was still young, she had a lot of things waiting for her in the future. Familial glory was not something Caster held to high esteem for the most part, but from how Ravel proudly exclaimed it to her, Caster understood that it was a desire born out of oneself. Seeing her younger self in the girl more and more, her smile became wider as the glows from her clothing turned a sinister purple. The almost-divine aura she had earlier disappeared as she approached the girl once Ravel was done talking, replaced with a foreboding, pressuring aura. 

"Your magic is quite a gift, my dear. If you may, I shall-"

Her mirror shook again. The sinister aura and glow faded in that instant as she noticed the vulpine Servant of earlier noticing her and halfway through called her. Caster was confused at first, her focus was taken by that occurrence for the time being. Who was that Servant? She felt both the feeling of reverence and oddly, shame as she gazed at her. That made little sense. There would be little reason why she would feel any of those emotions due to a mere fox demon, wouldn't it? Caster then recognized the mirror floating around the fox.

In complete denial, she turned around to face Ravel again, her conflicted and panicking expression was fully hidden behind her mirror cover.

"Let's eat then. It would be best to talk more once we're in a more lax condition."

Caster was trying her best to maintain her dignified tone, although it was clear from her voice that she wished to leave the summoning room as soon as possible. Inside of her mind, she was struggling to accept the reality of what had just happened. Himiko recognized the mirror. The exact same mirror as hers, manifesting from two separate legends. The only being that would possess such a Noble Phantasm would be her. Why was she summoned as that kind of flighty-looking fox demon was something Himiko currently trying to rationalize. Even ignoring that however, Himiko felt odd. Was she supposed to worship her? She had the feeling of utter reverence towards her, but she barely could recall any instance of her actually worshipping that goddess. Nevertheless, perhaps it would be best not to show her actual magic while the vulpine Servant was in close vicinity just yet.

Trying her best to cast those thoughts aside, Himiko went ahead towards the cafeteria, visibly hastening her steps. She wasted no time once inside, and prepared a place for both herself and Ravel in the midst of the chaos of Servants and Masters feasting. Yet, to her chagrin the foxy Servant was sitting not that far from her - Caster's hurried attempt to avoid the fox ended up making her miss her obvious presence. Caster started to be tense as she futilely tried to keep her stoic expression in front of Ravel. How should she respond to her when she inevitably greeted her again? In a desperate attempt to push the sudden rush of anxiety aside, Caster spoke once again to her Master.

"If you so wish to, I can offer my assistance in your study regarding your brand of magic. Despite my appearance..." She tried to make sure that the fox wasn't looking at her right now with an aside glance, and once she was sure, the dark aura from earlier momentarily flared back, as reassurance to Ravel on what kind of magic was she capable of. "I happen to be quite adept with such magic. I am quite pleased to be in a fellow practitioner's company."

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Murdoch Lamalea

Murdoch silently watched the Einzbern magus left the room with her Servant, a flashy-looking Berserker. So far she didn't seem to be trouble, but when it's about this family, he couldn't be sure. Quite easily the most concerning Master from the group so far. Of course, as he was supposed to work together with the other masters, he would have to learn to trust the Einzbern magus. A difficult prospect for the time being.

More importantly however, was his own Servant. The summoning was a bit delayed compared to the others, but right now, he was watching as the pillar of light faded, revealing a figure clad in a menacing armor...had the Servant themselves weren't significantly shorter than him. The height was odd, and the armor and helmet was moreso. The Servant's appearance was far from what he expected from a Round Table knight. The knight then knelt before him, and asked the quintessential prompt that would seal their contract, with a distorted voice that made their identity quite a mystery.

"Indeed, I am. You can call me Murdoch if you so desire."

Murdoch continued to try figuring out the identity of his Servant. The only possible summons from the catalyst he provided were the members of the Round Table, but who was this figure? He had done his research about the knights before, but none of the figures he had learned about came across his mind. In the process of guessing, Murdoch immediately eliminated the figures that was obviously representing the classic knight in shining armor archetype, such as Sir Gawain and some others from his mind. Sir Lancelot would also be quite unlikely - no chance of someone with this kind of armor being him, no matter at which stage of life he was. The others also had little reasoning why would they be summoned in such a menacing armor...except for one. A name passed through his mind, and Murdoch shuddered at the thought of that name being his Servant now. After a period of silence, he decided that the best course of action was simply not to ask about their identity for now. Murdoch decided on something else to ask for the time being.

"If I may ask, with you being a proper knight, what kind of values do you follow as a knight? What kind of codes of conduct do you uphold? And lastly, do you believe in any kind of honor?"

Murdoch was visibly pressured with the presence of his own servant. Perhaps it wouldn't even be good if he tried to uphold the expected Master-Servant relation with the knight. Whoever the knight was, right now what was important would be to learn more about their nature and make sure that the two of them could actually work together.

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