Archer didn't even bother committing the rather haughty order from his master to memory. He'd been summoned to win the war for Otto and without Otto he couldn't even achieve his own wish. So a meaningless thing like pride hardly had a place in their discussion. The knight had never had such a thing to begin with, no Chivalry or Morals beyond the Machine called Esfandiyār. As the golden warrior took a single step out of the circle the full "weight" of a Servant fell upon the Magus's circuits. Even if the general upkeep was supported by the grail Otto felt as if he were supporting a hundred generic Servants. They were as incomparable as heaven and earth, "[b][u]Very well... I understand.[/u][/b]"

Hopefully, if he had one selfish wish, that this spellcaster was even slightly more honorable than Goshtasp. Though that margin was extraordinarily small to be able to achieve. The instrument made flesh would cross his arms in front of his chest with an equally intimidating stare at Otto, "[b][u]You may call me Esfandiyār.[/u][/b]" The invincible warrior that even the Great Rostam couldn't best in fair combat and renowned as one of the greatest Paladins and beast slayers. 

It was immediately clear why the Servant seemed to tower over Otto. While the magus had often dealings politically and had wooed his place in the world through clever intrigue this Man had literally slaughtered countless people for his title. Esfandiyār's confidence was built upon a mountain of corpses and countless labors that the entire would acknowledged. If Otto was a great general and diplomat then this Golden Warrior was the most accomplished war general in the army. Still this "general" would bow to no one else even if the odds were stacked against them. The Paladin's legend was a testament to that.