"Master." Mark sat up from where he sat on the grass, looking up at Caster.
"What is it?" he asked the Servant.
"It seems that the battle has begun in earnest. Should we act?" Caster asked.
"No." Mark said. "We have no need to move. This is our fortress; here we are superior to anything any team can bring to bear against us. The longer we wait, the more powerful we grow, and the weak the competition gets as they tear each other apart." Mark smiled. "Who knows? Maybe we'll advance to the finals without ever having to lift a finger."
"Very well." Caster said, and walked away. Among the varied and chaotic areas that made up the Academy, Mark had tracked down an empty room, a storage room almost the size of a warehouse. It was here that Caster had established his temple, creating a vast forest from nothing. Immediately, Caster had begun preparing to wage war with the other Masters and Servants, as well as turning the room into an unbreachable bunker.
"Husband." Speak of the devil. Mark glanced up to see a woman, clad in a modest white linen dress that was a match for the tunic Caster wore, appeared.
"Yes, my wife?" Caster said. The man had fairly average features, made all the more bland for the lack of expression he showed. Only when he looked at one of his wives did his face change, in this case becoming slightly more gentle.
"The first layer of bounded fields has been laid." the woman reported.
"Good. Would you like to take a break, allow your counterpart to act?"
"No. I can continue."
"Then by all means. Let us return to our work." Caster kissed his wife on the cheek and walked away. Mark returned to his nap.
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"Three hundred...four hundred..." Alysis intoned as she counted out the money she'd made off of Vincent, grinning evilly as she made planned on what to do with he legally-gotten gains. It had been a long time since she'd actually had money to spend. She wondered if William would mind if she continued to tutor Vincent. Well, if he did, then she could just steal her upperclassman's wallet when he was drunk.
"Master."
"...six hundred...seven hundred..."
"Master!" Alysis blinked looking up at Saber.
"Huh? What?" she asked.
"Do you hear that?" the Servant asked. Alysis listen carfully. Her eyes narrowed as she faintly heard the sounds of combat.
"Well, I guess the party's started." she said, putting her money in her pocket. "Why don't we go make our official debute, Saber?" Alysis flung her arm around her Servant's neck, and, putting his arm around her waist, he charged towards the battle.