He wants to say all wars are awful and look scandalized by the implication a war of that caliber isn't dangerous for the population. It was, but he had everything under control.
"Of course! A magical ritual taking place in a populated city is really insanely dangerous." Even so, the nostalgia dulled his usual retreats, distractions, he just stares at Lord El Melloi II slowly as he caught him red-handed.
He'll sulk, holding his coffee mug a little longer. He can just lie; he can easily claim he was an extra Master Marisbilly brought to cheat his way to victory. Even without circuits, this can be doable through formalcraft and book of Attendants. But that'll mean he'll be a push to join Ritsuka's in the missions.
To be fair, it's also the more believable explanation about his assistance. Look at him with his pink idol t-shirt pajamas and his cotton slippers. He looks extremely un-legendary.
He could probably make up another good excuse, and Lord El Melloi II would probably buy it. But he's in a mood tonight. Maybe is Emiya's cake or the proximity of Marisbilly's anniversary. He heaves a sigh and asks him with a small, sad smile.
"What about you, my friend? What is your wish, Caster?"
He straightens his posture as he quotes his dead Master. It's not a question directed to Zhuge Liang Pseudo Servant in front of him, though it might seem like that.
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"Of course! A magical ritual taking place in a populated city is really insanely dangerous." Even so, the nostalgia dulled his usual retreats, distractions, he just stares at Lord El Melloi II slowly as he caught him red-handed.
He'll sulk, holding his coffee mug a little longer. He can just lie; he can easily claim he was an extra Master Marisbilly brought to cheat his way to victory. Even without circuits, this can be doable through formalcraft and book of Attendants. But that'll mean he'll be a push to join Ritsuka's in the missions.
To be fair, it's also the more believable explanation about his assistance. Look at him with his pink idol t-shirt pajamas and his cotton slippers. He looks extremely un-legendary.
He could probably make up another good excuse, and Lord El Melloi II would probably buy it. But he's in a mood tonight. Maybe is Emiya's cake or the proximity of Marisbilly's anniversary. He heaves a sigh and asks him with a small, sad smile.
"What about you, my friend? What is your wish, Caster?"
He straightens his posture as he quotes his dead Master. It's not a question directed to Zhuge Liang Pseudo Servant in front of him, though it might seem like that.