[center][color=#cc6666][h2]Arthur Howell[/h2][/color][/center]
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For a moment, it looks like her entire delusion is about to come crashing down like a car flying off the road trying to turn to fast at a mountain pass...but it doesn't happen. She pouts for a moment trying to get back on track, before saying something about...

[color=#cc6666]"...My hand?"[/color]

She must have seen the marks on my right hand. Now she's trying to use them to justify her being here, before going on about...some fate and mana nonsense and continuing to be disappointed that I'm not a woman, I guess. At least she doesn't seem to be threatening. I look over to the entrance, expecting to see some sign that she'd dragged in the mud from outside, especially without having taken her shoes off where she was [i]supposed[/i] to, only to see that it's untouched. Nothing's been moved, not even the shoes that I left in the way because I was in a hurry to get in the shower, there's no mud or anything from outside, and glancing back at her, I see:

She's spotless. No dirt or mud anywhere on her, not even a single wet spot from the intermittent drizzles that have been coming down since I got here.

[color=#cc6666]"O-kay, sure, let's say I [i]am[/i] your master for now..."[/color]

I'm not sure just what is wrong with her, but so long as she's not being a threat, I think I read somewhere once that the best course of action dealing with somebody so delusional was to just play along and keep them from getting themselves or anyone else hurt. Trying to argue back could just cause problems. I look at the clock, and sigh.

Dinner's coming in just a couple minutes. Looks like I can't be free of her until after I eat. I drop my raised fist, pointing over at the door to the bedroom. [color=#cc6666]"You'll find a spare [i]nemaki[/i] in there. Go change into it, and put your shoes in the shoebox by the entrance. Put mine in too while you're there. The owner of this place will be coming by soon with a meal for me—we're going to have to apologize and tell him you're my cousin or something that I forgot to mention would be joining me when I first booked this space. [i]I'm[/i] going back to the shower to dry off my hair and get dressed. [i]Don't[/i] mess with anything."[/color]

I doubt she'll listen to that last command, but I can hope. I turn around, walking back to the shower.

[color=#cc6666][i]"Holy Grail War, Ludwig the second...[/i]She must have gone digging through my things before finding that handkerchief. Claiming she's some long-gone [i]king,[/i] too. Did she go looking through my things, find my name, and decide that we should go searching for some mystic cup?"[/color]

Weird. But, if she's convinced she's King Ludwig, that's probably why she was hoping I'd be a woman despite being named Arthur. That's the only explanation I can find that explains this ridiculous circumstance.