District VII, Hotel Zara Cafe
Elenorzva had set up a rather solid workshop, she would say so herself. A few scouts would search the city for her foes while she could stay within the confines of her hotel. However, she was enjoying a cup of coffee within the cafe of the hotel. While it wasn’t particularly a great cup of coffee, it did serve its purpose as a buy in to utilize the booth in the cafe.
None, really. Elenorzva simply believed that such a spot would be more enjoyable. It was the little things in life that really made it worth it.
“Can’t say I feel anything yet. Maybe they are hiding their presence from us, or perhaps we are simply fortuitous enough for a moment of respite during this war; the calm before the storm, as it were. But like the eye of those very storms, so too shall it begin in force.” Elenorzva said to her Servant through their mental-link.
Perhaps it was fortuitous that Elenorzva had summoned such a being. The peak of the Amazonians’ power. A true superior individual when it came to their might, though being summoned in what was considered to be the weakest container would surely hamper an individual of the greatest caliber. A knight class would have surely suited her immaculate being.
However, if Elenorzva would draw upon the weakest card, then she would push that card to the absolute limit that she could possibly achieve. To struggle against the restraints placed upon her would be the struggle of her family. The crescendo of her magical studies. To fight in the holy grail would allow her to test her theories. She had to surpass those who had come before her. She had to perfect her craft.
“To fight before we are able to discern the abilities of our foes would surely lead to our end quickly. However, I will place my faith in such an impressive individual such as yourself, Avenger. Do not mind any loss; such beings should be more than grateful to be at the service of everlasting peace, would you not agree?”
To create peace, one had to fight. That was history’s vice. The only way to ensure peace was to make sure your own stick was greater than those around you. However, those who took this approach were often aggressed upon themselves.
Out of fear.
Out of anger.
Out of jealousy.
But none of that mattered. What mattered, in the end, were the results that were granted from actions. To win one must have had to fight. Therefore, fighting was inevitable for humans who lusted after their victories and their glory.
Another sip of the coffee, now the once-hot drink sitting at a mild lukewarm. She wondered just how her personal path had led her to this end. It was not the fault of the man who had harvested the blend, for it didn’t appear to be bad coffee. It was simply mediocre. And such mediocrity was due to a lack of interest from the baristo. Someone who was not motivated to accomplish their job. Someone who would rather do absolutely nothing and obtain all the benefits of someone who had tried their hardest for another.
Such people were simply lacking direction. And Elenorzva would gladly provide them with such direction. The men and women knew that there was a greater good to work towards.
A memory of a young, star-eyed girl glimpsed through her thoughts for but a moment. It did not matter what the memory was of. She had declined that path years ago. It was merely a matter for a record; to be consigned to a distant memory. As always, in personal development and in magecraft, the most important thing to think about was what laid at the end - the now, and the future.
“My only request is a simple one, Avenger: Win.”
With that, she downed the remaining of her coffee. It was not pleasant, but it was what one had to do.
"Lead the way."