( @luyila )
While Aladdin had been hoping his time spent as a Servant would be somewhat uneventful and dare he say it, peaceful-- he knew that would never be the reality of such summons. Conflict paired with confusion would arise, as it had in prior wars held before their arrival here ( the Grail had shown him that much at least. ) However, he didn't need the Holy Grail to tell him the identity of the one that had appeared before him on a mere walk, nothing exciting. His own memories were enough to supply an answer to that question.
One from his own world, the old world. The one who ignited the change, the flow of fate. The King of Alma Torran-- ( Father ) Solomon. An unexpected encounter, never had he thought he would meet the man, but not one he wasn’t able to face. Aladdin was, if anything, always able to hold his composure. After all, Solomon didn’t know him, never met him-- his parents had only chosen his name before his birth. Here, he was Caster. His name was unnecessary.
❝ You look rather, how should I put it, curious? As a Servant, are you not supplied with all the answers you need in relation to your summoning? ❞ It was no surprise that his own blood would desire more than what was available to those of their status-- from what he had seen, Solomon was just as thirsty for knowledge as Aladdin. ❝ It’s alright if you don’t want to answer me though-- we are supposed to be rather secretive without permission. I guess I am a curious sort too. ❞
