[h2]Estelle Varianbec, Master of Rider[/h2]

The moment Master and Servant entered the mansion, there were maids. Several greeted Estelle, but she waved them away. From that point they simply watched in silence, though several cringed when they saw Rider's shoes now resting on the coffee table. It seemed they couldn't hold back their dismay at such a sight.

Estelle, meaning, sat upon a large, rather fluffy armchair, that seemed to dwarf the tiny girl with its expanse. Needless to say, it seemed quite comfortable to sit upon, but the tan-skinned girl's expression was still rather sour. Tonight's course of events had irrevocably tainted her mood. She still didn't believe a single word that Johanna Faust had said, of course, but that didn't mean she would stop being angry about it any time soon. In fact, the falsehoods made her even angrier, but the anger at herself was still far greater.

"... My wish?" the white-haired magus hadn't been expecting such a question. For a moment, it took her out of her irritable mood. Her wish... Estelle hesitated for a few moments.

"... Once I've obtained the grail, I'll decide. I'll need to think long and hard about what my family would have desired," she said, finally. But deep down... was that really the truth?

Did she have a wish, or not? 

[@Blackstripe]