Called by the Grail

“Oh, I get it now. You’re actually really shy. How cute.”

“Why is it such a surprise to you? How did you think I thought of you, Archer? Like a nun would?”

“I know not EVERYTHING you said was perverted but the fact that you even said those things..!” 

Mordred’s expression changed the moment Arthur began to speak to her. The entire trial she’d had a scowl on her face, her gaze as sharp as daggers as the everyone went back and forth in their debate. Though, the moment Arthur spoke to her in that tone...Her expression softened, saddened even. That tone made her heart ache. 

“Fine.” 

she said, pulling off her red leather jacket. It revealed...nothing. Her arms were free of any wounds, pale and soft without any sign of any attacks. With her jacket off, most of her skin was showing. Her arms, her legs, her stomach, all free from any scratches. 

She placed a hand on her hip and used the other to hold her red jacket. “There.” 

He was an anomaly to her. Her father had always been seen as male but was never truly male, but here her father was as an actual male. It wasn’t just gender that separated this Arthur from the Artoria she knew. His...opinions on Mordred were different too.  When they met he apologized to her, wanted to find a way to make amends. The king had even gotten angry at Mordred’s own father for her actions. How comically cruel was that?  Arthur was different from her father, in name, appearance, and personality.   But he was still Arthur. And he was still her father.  A different father... One that wanted her to be a part of his family... 

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The tall red head looked at the selection of books, deciding on what book to buy before he noticed the shorter male, looking over books while being confused. “Any kind of book you’re looking for in particular?” He asked.

Of course there were incredibly few books in any languages he could actually read here. This was the ‘boonies’ as most people seemed to call it. A small town far out in the country where life was a dull crawl.  It made sense that the books being sold at this tiny shop were all in Japanese. So far he’d only found one or two books in particular that were some kind of language he spoke or understood. 

The bluenette sighed heavily. He’d been about ready to just leave when somebody spoke to him. 

“hm?” 

His head turned and blue eyes focused on the strange redhead. Oh...uh...wait he knew those words. Book...looking...um. 

“Jeanne please. Simply calling me Michael will suffice. I hold no class or status over you. Here, we are equals. There is no need for such honorifics.” he said with a gentle smile. Though it would certainly take a while for her to see that. It had taken a while for other Servants to see him as simply another Servant, and not as just the divine being he was.

“I was just on my way to the chapel to pray. Would you care to join me?” he asks.

“o-oh! okay! I’m sorry, it’s a force of habit.” 

She smiled brightly and looked to the side for a few moments with a shy expression on her face. It was hard not to refer to an angel by some sort of honorific. In fact, it almost felt rude to her to only refer to the saint as ‘Sir Michael’ instead of ‘Saint Michael’. Calling him by his name and name alone, it would certainly take some getting used to. 

“I’d love to!”