Morning of August 27th, 1939. Holy Church of Fuyuki City.

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"Pardon?"

The woman is not dressed as if she were attending church. And, of course, she ought not be - there isn't likely to be a service in this church. Not while it serves as the home base of the Holy Church's Overseer, and a shelter for defeated masters, during the Holy Grail War. Instead, she's dressed somewhat casually. Loosefitting clothes. The Overseer doesn't even stop sweeping, shifting dust and dirt accumulated from disuse into a small wooden tray. Just to finish with what she has in front of her, and bring her eyes up to the Nazi and his Servant. Already? The war has just started, and already someone's making a play to take the Church?

She sighs, and shakes her head. Mumbling something. A prayer? A curse? The Nazi might not be able to tell, but the Archer could surely hear her plain as day. A quiet murmur in Latin. Absolutely a prayer. "Might I suggest you... not do that. I am here, from the Holy Church, to assure the war goes on in a way befitting you."

That's a snipe, by the way.

"You gain close to nothing by driving me away from here, excepting a location that I'm not sure you can actually hold or maintain. Especially once the Japanese hear that the [i]only thing keeping the war on rails[/i] has been driven away. They can, and will, attack with impunity, and when you, or one of your companions, lose a Servant, there will be no where to go. They will hunt you like dogs, chase you down, and tear you apart. If I may be even more bold, Herr, this is a critical mistake. I really don't want either of us to have to deal with this kind of thing. Believe me. It only ends in more bloodshed." But what does a Nazi care about murder?

Her tone changes, though, and she laughs, leaning on a pew. As if she wasn't really all that intimidated in the first place. She is - the Servant could kill her before she could move, surely - but, that doesn't mean she has to show it. When she speaks again, it's much lighter. "But, well, with all that said, if you insist, I'll go. I'd prefer to take a bag, but I'm not exactly in a strong place to negotiate. So! I'll be out of town by midnight. Best of luck!" And, just like that, the Overseer resigns.