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“From your bearing, I gather that you are the Master if this household. Am I correct, young lady?” Rider said as soon as the doors of the Tohsaka manor swung open and they were greeted by a dark-haired girl at the brink of adulthood.

In his time, such a beauty would have been enough to compel whole armies to move. However, it was her confident bearing and the words she spoke that gave away her identity. In this form, Iskandar was no mage, thus he couldn’t just her worth as one. But the King of Conquerors knows talent when he sees it. This girl would have a promising future, as long as her wings weren’t clipped at such a crucial age.

“We will accept your invitation. Let it be known that Iskandar of Macedonia and his Master have arrived,” He said boisterously as he entered the mansion. “Do you happen to have any wine to celebrate this moment, young lady?”
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“Alright. It’s about time for us to depart,” Othis said in a deadpan voice, replying to Anastasia’s confirmation. As soon as she said so, the young Alchemist put on her hat and made it for the door.

Before Othis opened it, she turned around and looked both to the pure white Princess that she summoned as well to the fairy that accompanied her. “I hope this isn’t too hard for you,” she said in the same tone of voice from before, even though she meant these as words of sympathy for them as individuals rather than familiars. In the end, Othis was still unable to differentiate between emotional states, despite her best efforts.

After saying whatever she could think about to try to sooth the psyche of her Servant, Othis opened the door and walked away with Anastasia and Viy in tow. It didn’t take long for them to reach the room appointed for the final pre-war meeting, where none other than the Ainsworths’ youngest waited at the moment.

“Four hundred and thirty-seven,” Othis said under her breath before addressing the other girl with a curt and simple “Good Evening” and helping herself to a seat where would remain silently, unless spoken to by anyone else.
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