[center][h2][color=ffffff]EMILIA WAROV[/color][/h2][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]“Precisely, Caster,” Emilia replied to her Servant’s comment with a voice betrayed her building enthusiasm for finally being able to join the Holy Grail War. Unless, of course, such enthusiasm was just another construct, just like the childish body that the blond puppeteer wore at this moment. Even Emilia may not be able to tell, the truth anymore.

“I could expect nothing less of a sublime craftswoman such as yourself,” Emilia added as they continued on their way to the Church.

Once they were somewhat close to their destination, Emilia couldn’t help but feel unrestful, even though her demeanor didn’t change that much. There was a definitely somber aura around this part of the city, whether it was the work of a Servant or just a result of the Church’s influence was something better not to be left to fate thus Emilia said to her Servant, “Caster, I believe that we are about to enter into enemy territory. Can you see anything worthy of note up ahead?”

[center][h2][color=ffffff]ARCHER[/color][/h2][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]“My my~” Euryale said, bringing a finger to her lips, as she eyed her Master like a cat eying a defenseless mouse—or perhaps was it like a snake? “Your words may say so, but you really do seem to be distressed, Master. Perhaps we should take a break?”

“A Servant like me may live only on Magic but humans need to eat and rest, do they not? Not that I know anything about this since I was born a perfect goddess,” she said while they walked the streets in search of a good place to begin their participation in the Holy Grail War. “I feel the smell of food nearby so, if you need some rest, we can just go there while we think about our next move,” Euryale added as she pointed to a what looked like a fast food restaurant right down the street.
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