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[h3][center] Pelion’s Pub, Edge of Shinto [/center][/h3]



“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~.”

Laughter bellows from a small girl sitting at the corner of the bar, muttering to what seemed like nothing prior to her laughter. 

… How long had this “child” been at the bar? A “kid” that was clearly beyond what their limit should have been long ago. Perhaps it was due to the nature of this place and existence that she was continually able to consume the spirits here. Constantly healing. Constantly in a state of perpetual drunkardness. Even if it had been only a few drinks, the potency of the drinks was enough to cause such a volatile reaction from her that it. 

Why had she begun laughing? She had put on a rather fun play with her demons and was enjoying it more than anyone else probably would.  A simple play about a hero with a single weakness who is defeated due to such a weakness. Perhaps, then, it was ironic her Servant was such a being. Or perhaps it was because of such? It mattered not to her. She was merely amused by her own creations, dancing around as if they were marionettes and Benita was pulling their strings.  

Benita had only wished to grab one or two drinks. After all, within her memories implanted into her, she remembered such substances causing great joy to those who consumed them, and she realized now that this was simply the case. After all, she had not laughed like this or enjoyed something so much since ... ever. Her entire life up until this point was tailored towards a goal, and now that she had deviated from that goal, she was free to begin her "life". 

Unfortunately, this had the adverse effect of blowing off a meeting she was supposed to attend prior. Would that come and bite her in the future? 

Maybe. 

But not as much as it was biting her now. Or rather, everyone else. 

That was when she noticed the smoke from the city. The city on fire. That was probably an issue, right? After all, Shinji (True) and her “master’s” home was also there. She couldn’t just let that continue, right? She had to be the “Hero that saved humanity” after all. Even if every life would not be able to have been saved, at the very least their sacrifice would fuel the ability of Benita to obtain this goal. 

… A goal that belonged to someone else. She was merely created to fulfill this want. The desire of her creator’s contract. Someone who would not be allowed to have their own will and wants. But there she was. Above all else, something had contaminated this white. Colored it a shade of “other”. From purity comes ____

“That seems dangerous ... Hey Lancer Prime, can you go use your shield on that fire? I'll leave it to you~.” 


And with that, one of the command spells on her hands disappeared, placing the power of the greatest bindings from her own “master” into the power of her Servant for this task. Perhaps Achilles might think that his Master is trying to prevent the fire from being able to spread more by using the shield and crushing the ability for it to combust. 

… However, the true reason might have been a confusion of their drunken state and their desires. Something primal that she had secretly wished to partake in since she arrived in this land of the rising sun. A tradition of this place that seemed both fun and entertaining. Even if Benita was denied this sensibility of “self” as a creation to replicate another, this burning desire would drive anyone to sin.

It could not be her fault. If she were to blame then the morals of the world would have to be changed to suit this position. Someone denied the very pleasures of life had recently experienced them and had been hooked on their wants. 

And that want was . . . . 

“Hey kid~,” (ironically) Benita calls to Gin, “Have you ever gone to a hot spring before~. I heard Japan is renowned for them, but I haven't seen one yet~.”  
[@Paradox Witch] [@Cu Chulainn] [@Breo]