[ He can't resist the urge to click his tongue at that. ]
Tch. It's a good thing she's not here, then. Handling you both at the same time sounds like hell.
[ So he says in spite of the fondness he holds in his heart regardless. She has no idea just how right she is... that she can see right through him. Though at the very least, he's fairly certain that Artoria's eyes were less flaying than his own in regards to seeing the truth. His eyes are cold and violent, her eyes meanwhile...
...well, they were just the eyes of a teenage girl, weren't they?
The story continues... the meeting of a radiant faerie who Oberon remains strangely silent at her appearance, a battle with a powerful Faerie Knight and the sacrifice of their red-haired bowman, the shield maiden's journey...
...a glimpse of the High Queen Morgan, of her court, and of her cruel and sadistic daughter.
It's a story of high highs and low lows... a peculiar city where everything is turned on it's head, an auction for an old man in a youngster's body that would result in all-out brawl... ]
...honestly, it's a good thing it turned into a fight. Seriously, what the hell was I supposed to do if the bidding ended like that?
[ What an incredibly tomboyish, feral child she was. She had a bad habit of self-deprecation, yet when she started going, she wouldn't stop. She'd speak her mind and she'd speak it loud, even if the end result would be a panicked red face after figuratively shooting herself in the foot.
She was the "protagonist" of this story. She hates to lose, she's clumsy, she has a clear interest in blacksmithing of all things, she stumbles but always gets back to her feet, her magecraft is all weirdly specific and specialized in either convenience, committing crimes, or explosives. Wait, those last two might just be the same thing...
...It's impressive, really, considering how many holes in her cheerful facade one can spot the longer they watch her. The glimpses of the frail, timid, pessimistic girl on the inside that can be seen more and more as the story progresses. ]
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Tch. It's a good thing she's not here, then. Handling you both at the same time sounds like hell.
[ So he says in spite of the fondness he holds in his heart regardless. She has no idea just how right she is... that she can see right through him. Though at the very least, he's fairly certain that Artoria's eyes were less flaying than his own in regards to seeing the truth. His eyes are cold and violent, her eyes meanwhile...
...well, they were just the eyes of a teenage girl, weren't they?
The story continues... the meeting of a radiant faerie who Oberon remains strangely silent at her appearance, a battle with a powerful Faerie Knight and the sacrifice of their red-haired bowman, the shield maiden's journey...
...a glimpse of the High Queen Morgan, of her court, and of her cruel and sadistic daughter.
It's a story of high highs and low lows... a peculiar city where everything is turned on it's head, an auction for an old man in a youngster's body that would result in all-out brawl... ]
...honestly, it's a good thing it turned into a fight. Seriously, what the hell was I supposed to do if the bidding ended like that?
[ What an incredibly tomboyish, feral child she was. She had a bad habit of self-deprecation, yet when she started going, she wouldn't stop. She'd speak her mind and she'd speak it loud, even if the end result would be a panicked red face after figuratively shooting herself in the foot.
She was the "protagonist" of this story. She hates to lose, she's clumsy, she has a clear interest in blacksmithing of all things, she stumbles but always gets back to her feet, her magecraft is all weirdly specific and specialized in either convenience, committing crimes, or explosives. Wait, those last two might just be the same thing...
...It's impressive, really, considering how many holes in her cheerful facade one can spot the longer they watch her. The glimpses of the frail, timid, pessimistic girl on the inside that can be seen more and more as the story progresses. ]