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[b][i]Einzbern Manor[/i][/b]

The sound of claps resound behind the former wielder of Durandal, the chief Paladin of the Twelve. Olivier, in her casual wear, approached and raised a brow at the broken down trees next to him. [color=00aeef]"So he did lie. He was a Rider."[/color] The Paladin-ness noticed Roland's sheath, once holding the unbroken sword now replaced by a sword yet unknown to her just gives her thoughts that it stun her betrothed's pride. [color=00aeef]"I really hope you're alright. I don't think you're in a good state to fight now that you're missing a limb."[/color] Shrugging, she sat beside him soon after, knees curled up. [color=00aeef]"Though, who am I to say whether or not you should. I did fight a giant while I was in a critical condition as well."[/color]

She turned to him, icy blue staring at the windows of Roland's soul, a simple smile forming on her lips and her head tilted a bit sideways. [color=00aeef]"I could help you take Durandal back. Whether it be working together or not, I do not want to fight you unarmed. Err, no pun intended."[/color]

Despite her wisdom, she wasn't much of a counselor. That would probably be Astolfo's job. Fidgeting about nervously that she might've offended Roland in more ways than one, she turned to the manor just behind them to see if their Masters were done discussing the plans for the third day of the Holy Grail War. 

[@Kyoka] [@Sageage] [@Reflection] [@Crusader Lord]

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[b][i]Academy, Miyama Town[/i][/b][/center]

A wonderful wake-up call this morning for the Mafia magus, walking about with a clipboard, he had basically been wearing the attire for a teacher with the glasses as some sort of formality. Yes, he acted as the school's superintendent, "inspecting" every classroom and hallway for misbehavior and littering. With every step he would grab the attention of "his students", occasionally a greeting and sometimes even a thank you as if he had worked in this academy his whole life.

Well... he did... through whatever Piper stuffed into their heads. For now, it was planning time. If he is going to find the culprit or culprits who started the fire, he'd need to have allies. It was well and good to know that he had already planned to meet whoever was porting over at their old deathtrap of a base and awaited whatever envoy they could send to his base. Opening an unused shed covered by his own Bounded Field and rigged with traps should the envoy of the Strategist Servant attack him during the negotiation. He sat there on his own chair, facing an empty one in between a table with a single candle lit just recently with two body guards on either side just behind him.

[color=f26522]"I wonder what's taking so long?"[/color] He wondered. Time is a very important factor here, for all he knew this Academy might be next.

[@Argonaut] [@Paradox Witch]