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[center] [h3] Farm Shed ,Fuyuki Outskirts [/h3] [/center] 

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[quote]“You sure summoned a good Servant, huh?” He laughed aloud as he boasted with well-practiced ease, his tone all but dripping with undeniable pride. [/quote]

An impressive figure stood before Benita. 

A being of power. 

A being of confidence.

...A being of pride.

To someone like Benita, whom of which had hoped upon her luck to summon a Servant fitting of herself, rather dull and plain, who could be used more as an auxiliary for the war rather than as a traditional Servant. But to her surprise the man standing before her, his armor shining brighter than the sun; his being a shining example of the capabilities humans were possible to ascend to.

Compare that to a shell of someone else, Benita might have looked rather out of place compared to this man, whose pride in his ability seemed greater than his own “massively” tall body that towered over her by almost thirty-five centimeters. 

A hero without compare. 

To someone like Benita, whom of which had been a failure, she dreaded these summonings. That is why she was somewhat relieved when the catalyst she was supposed to use for her summoning was mysteriously intercepted, and why she hoped without a catalyst her hero would be more similar to herself in their performance; perhaps a Caster or Assassin, or even a Berserker she could direct at people to complete her will. 

But given the polearm the Servant embedded into the ground while he seemed to search for something, she presumed him to be of the “Lancer” class. A knight-class Servant on the same level as Saber and Archer; but even if that isn’t what she wanted, it is what she received. And she would have to continue with the war, as it was her mission Getting along with her Servant was inconsequential, especially considering the marks that had appeared on the backside of her hand.

At least that was her original concern. 

… But 

His mannerisms. 

His statements. 

His attitude.

Did he really think she was not his Master? Was there an issue with the summoning? Benita was sure that she had not messed up the ritual. After all, it was explained to her by the leader of this mission before she had even left from Europe. It was impossible, in Benita’s mind, to mess up such a simple ritual that even someone could accidentally properly complete. 

At least, that is what she believed until he said a certain phrase 

[quote] “Um, say, little miss. . .” He began, looking over her shoulder every now and again. “Would you mind telling me where’s your dad? Or your mom, I suppose. . .whichever one called me, I mean.” [/quote]

It was at that moment where Benita finally realized why her Servant was acting so off. Not only did he not imprint the memory of his summoner, herself, into his mind as the person who would be his Master and master in this war. Not only did he insult her ability as a magus. Not only did he call her little. 

But he also called her a child. 

Compared to the issue with “Wild Miller”, and the insulting string of statements made by Lancer, Benita, while considering herself rather collected as an individual (lies), had become infatuated by his statements. So much so that she could no longer contain her anger. She considered for a moment the Command Spells upon her hand, of which forming themselves into an eagle. However, she stopped herself from going that far. It was a simple slight on his part. If he would continue this annoyance fester any longer, it was likely that the small homunculus would release her full wraith, but at the very least it was early along in time to rectify this issue without resorting to such methods. 

But not so late as to not resort to another method of treating her “familiar”. Lowering herself and soon bouncing up from her lowered position, in a full-bodied headbutt of sorts, Benita attempted to strike at her opponent. 

And yet…

“I am not a child! How dare you speak to your Master like thi-”

Her head simply hit Achilles’ armor, and a wave of pain shot up through her entire body. 

So she attempted to lower herself due to this pain but on the way down she had bit her tongue, which caused her to both shriek and sob slightly.

And in addition to this, biting her tongue caused her balance to slip, beginning to fall face forward. 

Poor, poor, Benita.