"No, I think that should be the best way to start," Roman said, assenting. He had no ill feelings after all. If he were to side with Egypt or the Roman Empire, it would be harder. Although he had not yet developed that kind of passive aggressive negativity.
"Let's see," he re-read the stock items and the currency he had available. He decided the best would try to strengthen the soldiers' morale, if they were to attack Wallachia next. Vlad's Forest of the Impaled would shake them too much if he didn't do that.
With that, El-Melloi II became a spectator with one of his own games, watching quietly from Roman's side but mostly keeping to himself. Learning by doing, after all, meant learning without constant commentary from the peanut gallery. Not that El-Melloi II hid his reactions when Roman did something stupid, but those faces mostly came about at the very start of the game, and he ended up only chiming in when asked an opinion on such-and-such level.
It also meant it was on El-Melloi II to do things like order lunch (curry from a rather good takeaway spot just beyond the Clock Tower campus that no mage ever seemed to notice) and otherwise keep an eye on the time. There were papers that got graded, and it was, otherwise, an amazingly quiet day.
Had it not been for the hourly chimes of Clock Tower's bells, Lord El-Melloi II might have lost track of time entirely after lunch. As it were, when the tolls signaled that it was five in the evening, he perked up, extriacting himself from a post-grading haze.
"Roman, did you need to meet Marisbilly anywhere, or was he going to come pick you up?"
He nearly lost his first (easy mode) campaign. Roman was flustered realizing this, but it was mostly because he was more interested in exploring the world and meeting people than seriously battling anyone. The near taste of defeat was somehow novel, with the bite of something bitter growing within him in wonder. He almost wished he hadn't turned around, in the end, to see his disappointment grow. A couple of sacrifices and negations. It was extremely easy when he favored the most pragmatic and effective approach without taking into account his personal feelings.
As he was immersed in his game, he lost the track of the hour until Waver's voice pulled him back to the real world. "I forgot!" Oh God, was he going to get scolded? He frantically checked his watch with wide eyes. "He said he was going to meet me at the nearest Cafeteria. Lev's going to be there too." Something about trying to keep most of the Lords watching him meet Roman. He didn't want to attract unwanted attention.
He left out this was meant to happen forty minutes ago. He jumped on his feet and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry for keeping you, Lord El Melloi II. Thank you for everything. And," he smiled, calming the fresh anxiety he gained, "please remember what I said about Chaldea. I'll talk to Marisbilly about you."
Lord El-Melloi II couldn't have been happier. Roman's enthusiasm for the game. No one else understood it, understood that sometimes you got so involved you ran late, even cared about the mere idea of sitting back for a while and just playing video games. Roman wasn't a kindered spirit exactly, but he...he was someone that given time, would be easier to relate to than most magi.
But Marisbilly and Lev were important people in their own rights, and their needs and time demands of the young doctor would always come first. As Roman apologized, Lord El-Melloi II responded by holding out a hand.
"I'll keep it in mind. If you have any downtime again, you're free to stop by."
Chaldea might remain another mage secret. That particular ending would not shock Lord El-Melloi II. But fate finds a way...
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we should probably do a cut scene from this until the end?
"Let's see," he re-read the stock items and the currency he had available. He decided the best would try to strengthen the soldiers' morale, if they were to attack Wallachia next. Vlad's Forest of the Impaled would shake them too much if he didn't do that.
Can do~
It also meant it was on El-Melloi II to do things like order lunch (curry from a rather good takeaway spot just beyond the Clock Tower campus that no mage ever seemed to notice) and otherwise keep an eye on the time. There were papers that got graded, and it was, otherwise, an amazingly quiet day.
Had it not been for the hourly chimes of Clock Tower's bells, Lord El-Melloi II might have lost track of time entirely after lunch. As it were, when the tolls signaled that it was five in the evening, he perked up, extriacting himself from a post-grading haze.
"Roman, did you need to meet Marisbilly anywhere, or was he going to come pick you up?"
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As he was immersed in his game, he lost the track of the hour until Waver's voice pulled him back to the real world. "I forgot!" Oh God, was he going to get scolded? He frantically checked his watch with wide eyes. "He said he was going to meet me at the nearest Cafeteria. Lev's going to be there too." Something about trying to keep most of the Lords watching him meet Roman. He didn't want to attract unwanted attention.
He left out this was meant to happen forty minutes ago. He jumped on his feet and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry for keeping you, Lord El Melloi II. Thank you for everything. And," he smiled, calming the fresh anxiety he gained, "please remember what I said about Chaldea. I'll talk to Marisbilly about you."
no subject
But Marisbilly and Lev were important people in their own rights, and their needs and time demands of the young doctor would always come first. As Roman apologized, Lord El-Melloi II responded by holding out a hand.
"I'll keep it in mind. If you have any downtime again, you're free to stop by."
Chaldea might remain another mage secret. That particular ending would not shock Lord El-Melloi II. But fate finds a way...