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[i][h3][color=goldenrod]Ilya Muromets[/color][/h3][/i]
[i][sup]Shinto Outskirts with Master[/sup][/i][/center]
[@Crusader Lord]
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There was no other way to really describe it.  Ilya Muromets was elated.

To even be called to participate in a war for the Grail was an opportunity.  A chance to claim that treasure for both himself and for his Master, and to have their wishes be granted, and a chance to test his sword and his might against other great heroes.  However, in addition to being summoned, he was called by a particularly capable Master.  He could trust Sophia to hold her own in a battle between Masters.  He was extremely grateful for that.

Having said that, upon entering this time, he noticed a few... irregularities.  Firstly, he was appearing part way into the war.  His Master's previous Servant had fallen to a "red-haired enemy Servant" that he was on a constant lookout for.  Whoever this Servant was, he had certainly left quite an impression on her.  Ilya's pride demanded he destroy this foe, but his wisdom suggested that he may be quite the powerful opponent if Sophia had such an opinion of him.  There do exist those kinds of Heroic Spirits that stood out as being extraordinarily powerful.  The other irregularity was this Servant's strange power.  According to Sophia, he had "taken" everything he walked upon.  There was no process, he simply conquered and controlled things, including leylines.

So he watched.  Set his watchful eye over the preparations, watched for this enemy Servant, and through his observation, saw his Master leave the large Japanese-style complex she was living in.  He shifted back into physical form and appeared before her.  "Has anything approached as of yet? Familiars, servants? Anything odd?"  Ilya smiled in response to her question, attempting to clear away any doubt or negative feelings she may have.

[b]"Nothing yet.  Should something happen, I shall tell you of it immediately."[/b]  He punctuated this sentence with a courteous bow.  He had never had any issue with bending the knee for a worthy lord, and that hadn't changed now.  Even if it had, winning the Grail would require them to work in tandem.  [b]"My vows have been sworn.  You shall hold the Grail, Master."[/b]  The least he could do was reassure his Master that she would see victory.