[color=c4df9b][b]Servant Berserker, Gilles de Rais
Edge of Foreigner's Lowlands.[/b][/color][hr]

Gilles glanced towards the direction of the pub, a soldier notifying him of that Saber's words.

[color=c4df9b][i]"Master! I've gotten information! The source of this oppressive feeling is-"[/i][/color]

[i]Everywhere.[/i]

His skin was crawling; it seemed like that thing had suddenly multiplied all around him. No, those feelings were weaker, but nonetheless still oppressive. Whatever it was, it seemed powerful enough to influence the world far beyond it. Perhaps an even more powerful being than he himself was, a simple Marshal of France. But...

[i]A wave of blonde hair, an indignant expression, her mouth opened, but he knew what she was going to say before she even spoke.[/i]

[i][color=c4df9b]"It is from the pub across the river."[/color][/i]

Relaying as much information as he could to Elizabeth, including what he was feeling right now and what he thought was happening. Namely the myriads of feeling rushing towards them, like a wave of English knights about to trample a regiment of archers. 

Grabbing a flag from a freshly materialized soldier, Gilles stuck it in the floor, perhaps a simple and meaningless gesture. A claim on the territory, a bold proclamation that this place was now his, conquered and taken by his own hands. But it did raise his spirits up, and his own flag bearing his own coat of arms sporting the fleur-de-lis proudly should be visible enough for any other ally to see to rally around. Of course, that meant the large tall very visible flag would also be seen by those things. But...