[center][h1][color=gold] Servant Archer [/color][/h1][/center]

[center][color=gold][i]Apartment, Innere Stadt, Vienna[/i][/color][/center]

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Rid of? Even she could guess at that, but truly this doll looked to lack in the human emotions department. Maybe she felt that her logic was all she needed in this conflict, or that understanding such things like human emotion and drive might never be of value except to exploit later or the like? Twas' a shame, downright stupid if the king were to voice her mind on the matter. She could understand the application of logic from her standpoint as a learned scholar, but as a king she felt that this neglect of emotion and adoption of cold logic would eventually backfire splendidly. All an enemy would need to understand is that this empty doll only worked off of cold logic to be able to exploit that themselves in some manner. Indeed, to understand your enemy was to be able to better conqueror and subdue your enemy, to better leave their soldiers flayed on the battlefield and their cities razed to naught but dust when you met them in combat. Perhaps this master of hers was not the best draw to have gotten in her mind, albeit the mana she was getting was more than suitable as compared to an average magus. 

Eh, ups and downs were a thing, as the modern world would perhaps suggest it. For now, there was starting their efforts in this war. Perhaps time would help this manufactured being grow to become stronger. Because if she wasn't strong enough, in mind or in magic or in body when it came down to it, she would be claimed by the cold hands of death all the same as anyone else in this conflict. The same went for herself, of course, but the king could not be bothered or intimidated by such a thing. In fact, the challenge before her was...exhilarating to ponder, as perhaps some interesting hero or figure might cross her path in all of this. Ah, what it would be like to bring her might against those from areas of the world her empire had not yet touched! 

[color=gold]"Hah. As you will then, little doll. I shall humor this plan, and carry us to this Church you speak of,"[/color] Archer spoke in a booming voice seeped with authority and presence, stepping next to her master and looking out the window as well, taking note of the sights and details visible from there, [color=gold]"I assume that great spire, if the Grail's information is accurate for me, is the church in question? Haha! Then off we will go! Care not if an enemy finds us, for you have the protection of the greatest king of Assyria!"[/color]

Archer quickly moved to open the window, popping it open with speed and allowing the cold night air to come in upon them. Ah, how much it was like the desert nights or a night upon the plains! Reminiscent of home to a limited extent, at least. 

Then Archer swiftly leaned down, scooping up the stoic homunculus in her arms, before moving out of the window with care, onto the ledge of the window, and using just small, careful jumps off of small surfaces to quickly make her way up to the roof almost without a sound of sorts. Glancing about the cityscape before her, the night lit up by lights here and there, Archer smiled, breathing in deeply. 

And then, she began to leap forwards, to being to move from roof to roof, building to building, her master held bridal-style in her arms. Walking? pfft. This would be the fastest way at night to get to the desired location!

Moving to: [center][color=gold][i]Roof, Stephansplatz, Vienna[/i][/color][/center]

[@Crimmy]