In truth, Lord El-Melloi II had only half listened to DaVinci's explanation. There had been too much internal processing of what was going on for him to offer the servant his full, undivided attention. It would prove to be a mistake in retrospect, but Lord El-Melloi II's usual foresight was clouded by simply coming to grips with the situation he found himself pulled into.
Summoned into.
"Whatever you want to call it is irrelevant. My understanding is that I have his abilities and my own body, make up the vocabulary as you wish," Lord El-Melloi II replied hotly. He reached into his coat pocket, praying that his cigar case would still be there. If he was summoned to the end of the world without that? He'd happily change class and become a Berserker instead.
"Was this Chaldea's end goal, Roman? All three of you, before this...this disaster or whatever the fuck you're calling it?"
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Summoned into.
"Whatever you want to call it is irrelevant. My understanding is that I have his abilities and my own body, make up the vocabulary as you wish," Lord El-Melloi II replied hotly. He reached into his coat pocket, praying that his cigar case would still be there. If he was summoned to the end of the world without that? He'd happily change class and become a Berserker instead.
"Was this Chaldea's end goal, Roman? All three of you, before this...this disaster or whatever the fuck you're calling it?"