#status|servant

Even when indisposed, Kay can sense it.

Some stupid asshole is trying to woo his little sister.

Send 👔 to see my muse wearing a suit/tux.

Continued from x

Perhaps somewhat surprisingly, upon being called a ‘womanizer’ by the beautiful girl before him, a roguish smile lit up his features, and he threw back and his head and chuckled in clear amusement.

After a few moments, he shrugged his shoulders with a sheepish grin, splaying his palms upwards helplessly.

“Well, you certainly have me there milady.”

He threw a wink her way, an eyebrow quirked upwards.

“You may rest assured that the only woman this particular womanizer has his eye on is you right now, miss Master.”

That was certainly true for the moment, yes.

The girl before her was quite clearly as smart as she was beautiful, and as he had already observed out loud, she really was quite beautiful.

A dangerous combination, those two qualities.

Certainly not ideal for a woman he would necessarily have to spend time with.

Smart women, emotional women, engaging women, brilliant women... they had a most irksome ability to worm their way past his rough exterior and cause no shortage of trouble for him and his carefree lifestyle.

Still, he was without a doubt stuck with her.

He would have to make the best out of all of this.

Trouble though she may be, she was quite the fine woman.

Hopefully, he’d find a way underneath that skirt.

Hopefully, he’d find a way to stay away from anything deeper than that.

As for the how... well, sharp as he was, he lived for the moment.

Whatever happened would happen.

... It would not end up like other times.

Regardless of what he wanted, his duty to her would come first.

Even if she, who he knew nothing about, surely deserved better than him.

You sham of a knight.

The Servant internalized his worries as always, keeping his expression jovial, and settled his aqua hues on the slender smooth hand stretched towards him.

Another eyebrow quirked upwards, an insufferable smirk cresting his lips.

“Whoa there, I figured I could at least buy you a drink before we got this far.”

His own good humored words aside, he reached out his own larger and rougher hand, enveloping hers with a gentleness that belied his height, and shook it firmly, his fingers lingering for a moment on her soft white skin.

“I will be in your care then Gudako, and perhaps in other places as well, should you give me leave to go in them.”

Another wink.

He was perhaps laying it on a little thick, but it seemed almost self evident from her faint blush and her clear youth that he couldn’t simply ask outright for what he wanted... he would need to woo her.

It had certainly been a long time since he had courted a woman.

Of course that was his priority, not that he would need to protect her.

Not that he would need to kill for her.

Of course he thought first of how he wanted to bed her.

In a corner of his mind, he laughed harshly at himself.

You sham of a knight.

It was certainly something, the summoning of a Heroic Spirit.

For a legend, a soul long since departed from the mortal coil, to be materialized once again in reality, to be granted human form... it was certainly a miracle among miracles, a sight unlike any other in the world.

Rings of light whirled with increasing speed, shining brilliantly, emitting a resonant hum that seemed to shake the very air about them.

The glow at their center became almost blinding, as something that wasn’t suddenly was, an eternity being compressed into an instant.

Spiritual particles, dancing about as if they were fairies, winked into existence from thin air, drawing together, forming together, bringing forth that which was known as a Servant, bringing forth a story into reality.

Of course, Saber himself thought nothing of it.

It was not that he hadn’t been summoned before; he almost certainly had, even if he held no memories of it, only vague feelings.

Rather, he was merely the sort of person who had no thoughts about beauty.

In life, he had been Sir Kay, the knight without a romance, the knight best known for his sharp tongue and boorish personality.

There was very little that could surprise him, or even arouse anything resembling strong emotion in him.

He had lived his life without a care in the world, with a certain sense of nihilism and a certain lack of care about his surroundings and situation.

This second life he had been granted would be much the same.

Certainly, he thought to himself as his existence stabilized and his mind was once more conscious, he would do his duty to the best of his ability.

Human history, the stories of other people, wasn’t worth a damn, just as his story was something devoid of meaning.

But it would certainly be a problem if it burned away, so sure, he would do his part, and hopefully bed some beautiful women along the way.

That was his resolve as a Servant, such as it were.

Time to get the inane introductions out of the way.

“Servant Saber, Sir Kay of the Roun-... wait.”

His voice was... off.

The pitch was much too high.

And... now that he thought about it... though this was the body he was summoned in, something seemed... unfamiliar.

Yet... at the same time... it was also distinctly familiar.

Haltingly, with a hesitation quite unlike the impulsive and stubborn Kay, he raised one slender hand, brought it to his chest, and grasped it.

Squish.

“Oh bollocks.”