[center][h1][color=ffd700]Acute Vennschneizen[/color][/h1]

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[u][b][h3]Porta Portesse, Roma RM[/h3][/b][/u][/center]

The light fades and what was formerly an empty summoning circle was a large men. No, he does not even come close to such a simpleton term. A gargantaun hero.

What in the hell did this child summon?

The beefed up hero had begun praising himself before the 'child'. Boasting in his own body and strength and yet for some odd reason she can't seem to dismiss anything he had just mentioned. It was as if all of this is more or less true.

[color=firebrick][i]"You have brought forth the greatest Divine Spirit! A [b]god[/b] among men! With these very hands, I have molded what is now the very world that you live in, today! With these very eyes, I have seen a glorious future for you, and for I! My bountiful body spreads wide, and yet, my legacy spreads even wider! Who stands before you is none other than I...[/i][/color]

It called itself a Divine Spirit, a god... perhaps a Divine Spirit with the strength of one?

The child-sized homunculus studied every road, every pathway, every landmark written in his self-proclaimed landmass of a body. A country. This could only mean a few things which narrow it down...

...she might have summoned an Emperor of Rome. Or perhaps, a deity of the Roman pantheon? Either way, this is looking great for her. With a full-on expression of awe she could feel her dream reaching within her grasp. Surely there's nothing that can wrong with a Divine Spirit like him! Yes. Nothing.

But... what is he?

Saber?

Archer?

Lancer?

Rider?

Berserker?

It has to be one of those classes- [i]she thought[/i]

[color=firebrick][i]...Heroic Spirit[/i] [b]'Caster.'[/b]"[/color]

Whatever enthusiasm she had early on just went up in flames. What exactly did he mean: "A Caster". From the whole upper body, lower body and height schematic this was anything [i][b]FAR[/b][/i] from the Caster's maximum requirement ratio. That's probably just her though as she believed that the Casters and Assassins are the weakest class in terms of physical attrition. While she thought on this with a now blank, dull face. Caster was helping himself to the catalyst she left behind. Being someone of an artificial origin, she did not seem fazed at the thought of a large man just eating a minute-old body of a man she just murdered.

She only hopes he does not eat the other bodies during this war.

Caster turns, walking to Acute and marking her forehead with the blood of said 'catalyst'. Both eyes closed as she felt the ever-chilling fluid now imprint itself on her doll-like forehead.

[i][b][color=firebrick]"Relish in this moment, my child, for you, too, are a god, now..."[/color][/b][/i]

[color=ffd700][i]A god... huh?[/i][/color]

[color=ffd700]"I only have one question for you, my Lord."[/color] The young child needed to get this godly, empire-sized man the respect that he probably deserves. Knowing most Romans, they do not have a very good temper. At least from the history books she's read. Clearing her throat, she asked him with a stoic expression. [color=ffd700]"I mean no disrespect... but are you really a Caster? You..."[/color]

She peeked over his body once more before taking it all in as some sort of acceptance. [color=ffd700]"...don't look like one..."[/color] Now she could only hope he doesn't decide to crush her head and still somehow keep her alive.

[@Black Keys]