stand proud.

@clarentine

     My Master and Miss Kyrielight have ventured off in search of another lead on this “M” character apparently behind the fog blighting this town, Dr. Jekyll choosing to accompany them.  It still baffles me to think it but, I can rely on Caster to look after my underclassmen and keep the good doctor’s more dangerous impulses in check.

               And should the Witch of Betrayal live up to her title once more, El Draque and Heracles are more than capable of pacifying her before she can accomplish anything of note.

      That leaves the worryingly empty apartment at 221B Baker Street to myself and the Knight of Treachery.  Well, the horde of Casters are hidden away in the Library, but their neuroses leave me confident they would not venture outside the room given any choice in the matter.  I’ve remained behind to look over and meditate on the clues presented to us.  As for Sir Mordred, I don’t pretend to follow her logic.

     The red knight wanders around the living area, inspecting the various ornaments that decorate the place.  I sit in the Great Detective’s recliner, my fist pressed against my open palm, staring a hole into the wall across from me.  It’s the best means I’ve devised of preventing myself from driving a sword into her heart and twisting the blade.  As far as I can tell right now, it’s not working.

     I’m a Guardian, a defender of humanity in all aspects, even more so as part of Chaldea’s Grand Order.  We’re here to restore human history to its rightful state and isolate this singularity from the Time Axis.  Whoever helps us accomplish that is our ally, regardless of their history.  I should be professional enough to look past personal grievances and focus on getting the job done.

     The problem is, I’m not.

     Quite suddenly, I rise from my seat and make my way to the red knight’s side.  Placing a hand on one of her armor’s pauldrons, I ensure I have her attention with a disturbingly calm whisper.

     “I knew your father as a woman.  If you intend to learn any more, you’ll follow me outside, now.”

     Without waiting for her, I turn and walk out of the apartment, into the smog covered streets of the city.

To be summoned into the land of her birth, where her Father’s kingdom had once stood, yet was no longer recognisable to the Knight had left her endlessly curious. She’d been out in the streets dealing with all the disturbances so this was just about the first time she’s had time to take a good look around the house that was their headquarters. However, she was tapped and called upon by the Archer who had remained behind with her. A man of few words, but he too wore red like her, so he shouldn’t be a bad guy, right?

While the mention of her Father saw a narrow of eyes, the frown on her features was caused by the confusion from his words. He had met her father? Here? Did he mean the one that had been with Chaldea? She had seen them but the Master had told her about them. Of course she wanted to challenger them right away, but they’d all been busy.

She followed them into the streets, the cold air and fog all too familiar. So much for having a break from this dreary sight.