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Out comes a low whistle. â I think I heard about that in passing. Donât know too much about âem though. â Truthfully he canât recall if any of the Servants heâs met have mentioned such a thing yet. Bad memory and all that. Although maybe this one would feel more inclined to elaborate.
â Mhm. Seems like this place tends tâ drag âem in every so often. Iâve only met a couple, but Iâm pretty sure thereâs plenty more out around the island. â And thereâs probably way more still to come. â Aâight then. Considering youâre a Servant and all Iâm gonna have to decline that little offer of yours. Canât say I really like the idea of you beating my ass that easily. Doubt a handicap would do much tâ help either. â
Lancer chuckled. True. This guy knew.Â
âWell, after seeing ya lift all that I thought youâd manage. You see...â He looked up, that same honestly crossing the slit red eyes.Â
âThis city reduces our magic, weâre not that strong. I think my phone says Iâm now considered a âdwarfâ, whatever that means. I think itâs like the classification, like when they talk about top tier servants nâ all that. Mage stuff.â
He pointed at his chest with his thumb, that eagerness for a battle never fading, even if it was just a fistfight.Â
âSo if youâre a dwarf guy like me or maybe more, then weâre good to go, eh?â













