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Keeping cruel words locked away, Mashiro glanced down at the bottle that rested in the bucket of ice. Of course he’d command her to serve him the one thing she was terrified of. Keeping the contents of her stomach in check, the mage hesitantly grabbed the glass bottle; stepping towards the Archer.
Uncorking the beverage, shaky hands began to pour the wine into the chalice only to spill most of the contents onto his lap. “I-I am so sorry!”Exclaiming, Mashiro quickly sat the bottle down; grabbing her handkerchief from her pocket to help dry the split alcohol. “I promise you that I didn’t do this on purpose.”
Suppressed anger desires to surface up, if not for the idiotic move being done to wasting the King’s wine upon his lap. The gesture itself would have earned her an immediate discipline should this were the lands the KING OF HEROES reigned. A narrowed brow raises up, directing a heavy glance at the apologetic MASTER who was drying off the liquid. Clearly that won’t be enough to satiate the disappointment behind these actions. An armored hand extends out for fingers to curl around her wrist though doesn’t bother too much pressure on it. “ If we were back in BABYLONIA, you would not be forgiven easily for spilling a single drop of my precious wine WOMAN. But I am willing to be forgiving if you tell me why your hands shook. Even you aren’t this clumsy when it comes to handling things. ”
He won’t accept no for an answer...not unless she desired to anger him any further than ARCHER already was. Judging by that glance, it was clear the King’s summoner was hiding a secret.
















