[h1]Meanwhile, In Babylon[/h1]

[h2]Svetleaze von Einzbern[/h2]

Unfortunately, it seemed that the disrespectful Servant wasn't even willing to converse with a Master, no matter that the entire system made Masters every bit as valuable as the heroes they were paired with. It didn't matter how much power one might have if they couldn't even exist in the world without extreme support. She would have to work out a way to force the braggart to acknowledge her directly in the future.

For now, it was a simple choice of where to go. Now, she was far more suited to heading to icy landscapes... but to miss a chance to go explore some new environment? That would be even worse. That it was also so old meant that the potential secrets that could be understood simply by standing there...

Her hands were itching to clear up the mess that stood in front of them. It would be trivially easy to swing her weapon and cut a chunk out of the soldiers that way. There was an even easier option, though.

"Kintoki, clear a path. I'll follow."

However he did it, it wouldn't be hard for her to stick close behind.

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[h2]Honoria Sigurddottir[/h2]

Meeting that amusing Japanese girl once again had almost made this trip worth it on its own but her Servant... to have such an unimposing and pretty Servant was a pretty damn good deal. Especially because she didn't have to foot the bill for feeding the glutton. Who knew that King Arthur was so small and hungry? Though to be interrupted partway through the meal by another knight that got into a contest of trying to shoulder more and more blame for how Camelot had fallen apart had been a bit strange...

It had also cost them quite a bit of time in actually getting to the meeting but the four of them had gotten there in the end. Only to step forward into annoyingly blistering heat and the threat of a fight. 

Not wanting to be unprepared in case the soldiers turned on them, the tall magus kept her fingers at the ready, picking off a note or two. If they made an aggressive move, there would be fire.

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[h2]Sir Lancelot[/h2]

To have been summoned twice out of the pool of all heroes that could have ever been summoned was astonishing. To be summoned in a position to make amends for his chain of failures and having already attained the punishment he deserved had to be an act of God. Though the king remained resilient in her belief that the kingdom's downfall was to be entirely shouldered by the one person blameless in the acts that lead up to it...

Neither of their Masters had the time to allow the discussion to play out to conclusion and now here they stood, armoured beneath a blazing sun with a large number of particularly on-edge soldiers around.

And the Knight of the Lake had only a ladle for a weapon.