#lancer 01

“They stuff so many people in this wretchedly small space and expect someone of my breeding to find it habitable? I can hardly believe this!” The woman wrung her parasol like it was someone’s neck as she rambled. “This entire situation defies all the derogatory terms in my repertoire. Honestly, there better be some way to escape from this cesspool.” She let out a huff and swept a dainty hand against her coiffure. 

“Wouldn’t you agree?”

fiadach

Honestly, could the day have possibly gotten any better?

The priest was walking to Adachi's house from the tofu shop, the usual calm, mysterious smile playing on his face. His hulking figure had become a regular thing on these streets in the last few months, and while at first the crowds of faceless people used to part to give him room, they were now perfectly comfortable with his tall shape wading its way down the sidewalk. To Kirei as well, this route had become almost all too familiar.

Therefore, today's change was quite a welcome one.

Kotomine noticed the familiar face almost immediately, and his smile widened just a little bit. His step hastening just a bit, he made his way down the road, across the street. Had the Servant not noticed him yet? It was likely for the best.

"It has been a while, hasn't it, Lancer?"