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[h2][b]Sylvester II[/b][/h2]
[i]Seine Right Bank, Business District[/i]
[@Unoedipal][@SubjectVision][@KoL][/center] 
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[color=8493ca]“Perhaps if they wish to speak with us I would not be against such an interaction. Though this is a war and our goal is to analyze our opponents, one should never dehumanize them. From heathens to heretics, I care not, but of humanity I love. I am not so bloodthirsty to take the first action against them if you wish not to battle, but know that if they are to wish any form of harm to you Master, I shall not allow them to do so.”[/color]

[color=8493ca]“Even if I am but a man of science and a man of the cloth, that does not mean I do not have enough bark to my bite. You are speaking to the man who was able to single-handedly defeat a Lord of the underworld with nothing aside from my own hands, after all.” [/color]

Striking a rather triumphant pose in the face of his Master, Sylvester seemed to show off in a rather simple manner by flexing his muscles above his shoulders like a boxer taunting to a crowd. Even though he seemed mostly composed in his speech and composure, it appeared that Sylvester did have at least a modicum of belief in himself. He was, after all, a Heroic Spirit; those class of people who had ‘saved’ humanity. And even if they were unable to do so, their effects were still felt today. 

[color=92278f]“... Pervert. You just want to know if they are a woman or not, don’t you?” [/color]

[color=8493ca]“O-Of course not. I simply see no issue in discussing with other heroes. Though I am no Hero myself, I had been selected by the Grail to grant my Master the Grail. If my enemy is not hostile towards me, I’d wish to avoid confronting them if possible.”[/color]

For but a moment, the facade of stoicism seemed to fall at the face of the statement by his wife berating his previous actions. Though the agreement between the two was that a mutual love between one another, Sylvester was but a mortal tempted by the wiles and woes of mortal women. While he did love his wife, there were times where his moral compass was to redirect himself. After all, he was only human. 

[color=92278f]“Hmm. Well, we shall see about that, won’t we then? That is what you said about that village girl in Avenguine. Not even to speak about the lady from Prague! How many homewreckers have you brought home in your time?” [/color]

[color=8493ca]“That is that and this is this.” [/color]

With a dismissive sigh from Sylvester and an irritated “hmpf” from Meridiana, Sylvester cleared his throat before he continued. 

[color=8493ca]“I shall accompany you, Master! Do not leave my side unless I tell you to. Even if they seem friendly, I do not want you to let your guard down. If they try anything funny, I’ll give them the taste of my Demonic Drill of the Divine Blessing … [b]Yeah! That is what I’ll call that! It will be the greatest![/b]” [/color]

For whatever reason Sylvester wore a look of excitement that could only be compared to a child who had gotten a new toy. He seemed pumped for whatever reason. 

.... Maybe he did want to fight against strong heroic spirits, despite what he had said earlier? 

And with that, Sylvester began to escort his Master towards where he felt the enemy Servant was currently, moving at a comfortable speed for his Master's sake. Masters were, after all, not at the level of Servants when it came to speed. And in the event that the enemy Servant was one that used trickery or range to take out Masters, he did not wish to allow his Master to get caught in the crossfire without his support. Even if that Old Man was more capable of his own from Sylvester's appraisal, Servants were on a tier of existence greater than humans when it came to physicality.