[h3][b]Elexis Christoforou
Shinto District, Fuyuki Church[/b][/h3]

[@Sakaki Chizuru]

“Yes, thank you very much for putting up with me so far, you’ve been too kind, Father Kotomine.”

The girl that had spoken, bowing from her position at the door toward a man standing inside the church, could likely be recognized as a foreigner from her looks alone. Blond hair and red eyes were not a common combination anywhere, but even less so in this Eastern land.

Still, her Japanese appeared to be quite decent for a non-native, even if she hadn’t been able to get rid of her accent.

“I’ll be going now, thanks for your help so far once again, hopefully we can meet once more after this mess gets sorted.”

Giving one last bow to the man that had helped her, she turned around and departed from the church. The small crucifix hanging from her neck shone in the early morning light.

She sighed.

While it was not her home proper, she would fully admit that she felt more comfortable inside the building rather than out. Familiarity counts for something, she guessed, and she was completely lacking in it when it came to most everything in this country.

At least churches remained the same everywhere. Not to mention that Father Kotomine, even though he had rotated through all the special departments, had also received the training and responsibilities of an Executor, so there was at least a sort of understanding there she did not quite have even with most others.

Still, needs must. The Church could not officially support her anymore now that she was a participant, so she may only return should she win and remain at the end or if she lost her Servant and required sanctuary.

At least she had the funds for a stress-free stay in Fuyuki for the remainder of the Ritual, rather than being tossed into the street with the clothes on her back, and Father Kotomine had been so kind as to point out important landmarks and places of interest, both mundane and not. Reading her notes quickly, she pursed her lips.

“Hey, Assassin,” She called out, seemingly to the air. Given the church’s position as neutral ground, having her remain outside was only polite. “I’m done. You mentioned you wanted to go on a trip of your own right? We have time to do it now if we pass through Shinto’s city center, probably.”

She still sounded a bit uncertain when addressing her Servant, who was supposed to be her closest ally for the remainder of the War.

She [i]was[/i] honestly still a bit uncertain regarding her Servant, and how she had been the one summoned forth.

So much for a certain catalyst for Justinian. They must’ve probably gotten mixed up in the packaging. Yeah, right, that’s absolutely what happened.

“Well,” She put her hands behind her head, starting to walk down the street. “We can go out for something to eat too, after we’re done. Father Kotomine was so kind as to mark down a restaurant he quite enjoys...economical lunches and delicious food? Very good endorsement... Koushuuensaikan Taizan, is it?”

She paused.

“Did I say that right? Hey Assassin, you Servants can speak the language of this land perfectly thanks to the Grail right? Will my pronounciation get me in any trouble or…?”

She made a grimace.

“Ugh, thankfully he put the name proper in English. I can [i]speak[/i] it, but would you mind checking written stuff? Why does this language’s system have to be so unwieldy…”

[h3][b]Moving toward Shinto Center[/b][/h3]