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[h3][center]The Front Yard, Matou Manor[/center][/h3]

[@ManyThings][@Breo]


“A dog does not question its lot in life, nor does it wish to “be human”,” was the only response Benita said to Lancer’s statements. 

She was, after all, someone designed to take the mantle of a greater man. Perhaps then she could be considered similar to a “heroic spirit” in some ways; false imitation of a greater person, walking as if they were said person. But for a “Heroic Spirit”, they are simply a fragment of their existence given form by the Grail, and for Benita, she was a being created to fill the shoes of a greater man. 

Looking away from her Servant for but a second, she revealed her face to him after but a second. Perhaps as a joke or due to spite or some other complex emotion to which Benita was not showing completely at the time, she did take her fingers and force her mouth into a smile, though perhaps this was not particularly what Lancer was requesting at this moment. Perhaps creepy in one way, but at the same time perhaps a bit cute; a rather strange concoction of action, but regardless of this, it seemed that Benita was serious about this, and awaited a response from her Servant 

However, that was around the time to which Reika Matou had reached the gate, and as such, she had dropped this smile (false). 

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Madam Matou,” Benita said as she bowed her head towards the young girl. It was a simple greeting. After all, Benita was not the sort to believe in such fancy things were of importance. Though it could not be considered disrespectful in the slightest. After all, it was the granddaughter of her “owner” of sorts. 

“Although I believe you have been informed of my presence; I am Benita Garibaldi. I am here to present the Grail with the Matou family. I hope that you will not be disappointed with my performance.” 

It was not as if Benita thought herself lower than the person before her; there was only one person she looked up to as an inspiration, and while this person might have been the same for the “untainted” brothers and sisters she had, her admiration in Zouken was a driving factor for her presence in this war. And perhaps a reason as to why he had selected her for this project. 

“Thank you for the hospitality. I shall take your lead, Madam.” 


And with that, she had entered the house. Though it was unlikely that anyone would ever want to willingly enter this house, as an “ally” of sorts for the Matou, she had no reason to fear retaliation. She was just a homunculus. Easily replaceable, but at the same time perfectly obedient. 

… A servant to their fate and the master pulling upon their chain. 

“To start off, while I promise to obtain the Holy Grail for the Matou, I hope you do not mind me acting with autonomy. While I shall present any findings to yourself, and shall relieve any of the spoils of victory to the Matou household, I’d wish to act autonomously in this war. Of course, that does not mean that I am not against coordination. It is really up to you though. While the master of the house is away, I shall leave those details up to you.” 


Benita was a “soldier” that simply wished to accomplish their goal, and she would have to compete against many other Servants and Masters, and as such, needed to be able to complete her duties without the logistical nightmare of going through another before confirming an action. She wished to make her own mind up about the existing issues at hand, and while it would not be exactly independence, still wishing to incorporate the Madam Matou into her ideas, she wished to move as her own. 

“That being said, I am confused. I was sure that a Grail War only summoned seven Servants, each of their own class. I had never heard of multiple containers within the same war. At least, that is what the information provided to me seemed to suggest. How can there be two Lancers?”