The Servant of the Lance then slowly shut her eyes as the Master merely snuggled in his sleep. "Night...Scáthach-san…"
"Scáthach-san?" Liam tilted his head as he sat on the kitchen's chair. "Is something the matter?"
"Yes...there is, Master…" The woman responded as she looked at her Master.
"Ano...you can still call me, Liam, Scáthach-san."
"But-"
"No buts, alright?" Liam smiled at his Servant. The Servant merely nodded her head in discontent.
"You're too selfless…"
"Is...that a bad thing?" Scáthach merely nodded to her Master.
"Please try and not waste resources on us, Servants, Liam-sama."
"Please drop the sama, Liam is already enough." He smiled at the Lancer.
"I don't think you are understanding me, Liam."
"Understand...what exactly?"
"You're serving your Servants!" She snapped, causing Liam to flinch. "I'm...I'm sorry, Liam." The woman apologized as she looked down in embarrassment and shame.
"...You have nothing to apologize for, Lancer." What?
What...is wrong with him? What is wrong with her Master?
"I just snapped at you, it's...un...desirable or even…blasphemy to a Master. I'd thought you'd understand."
"Mattaku, Scáthach-san...I thought we are already clear. You are my Servant, you are my equal. When we fight, I fight alongside you, is that clear?" Liam asked the warrior woman with a light smile. "And by equal, we're on equal grounds, you snap at me...it's fine by me. I don't really...mind…" He stayed quiet for a few while. "Is...Is that why you're mad at me? Did I...do something-"
Scáthach stood up as she approached her Master, forcing him to get up and hugged him. "No, you're not at fault, Liam. It's me, who's at fault…" Liam merely felt the warm feeling from her body before he hugged her back.
"...Then...I forgive you…just...stop pitying me, I'm already able to fend for myself. It's just that...I've never know what a family would be like…" Scáthach widened her eyes. "And...I want to be the best Master and brother figure to my Servants...is that too much to ask for? Since...it feels like I'm doing something right after a long time…"
The woman clinged onto her Master tighter before she let out a tear of happiness...she finally has a place...a place where she can forever be happy. A place...she can call home finally…
Scáthach spoke her words. "Liam...thank you...for everything." Indeed, he was nothing more of a Master. He was a guardian, who sacrifices himself for others. A brand known as the 'Hero of the People' was befitting for a man with a big heart and a sense of righteousness.
"You're welcome...now can you let go? It kinda hurts…" The woman blushed as she lets go of the man. Four days...and he won her heart...to thaw a heart that has been indulged with darkness…
'I see…' Her heart was never indulged by the shadows, the deaths of her foes. They were only taints, Liam...cleansed them off her heart. She was as human as he is. The Immortal Witch was no more than human as the Hero of the People. "Liam?"
"Yes?"
"Would you care to...take me as your partner?" Liam blinked before he smiled.
"Gladly, Scáthach-san. Oh wow." His attention was quickly diverted to the glowing seals that grew on his right hand. It was a woman with long hair, her head and neck becoming a seal, her torso becoming the other and the left arm with the spear became the last. It was by heart that Scáthach was acknowledged as a part of Liam's soul. "Never seen that before. Looks just like you...and I'll definitely remember it. Now the question still lingers…who the hell is the Servant?"
"Umm, pardon me, is this the right place?" A male voice came in as a young man with blonde hair, fair skin and blue eyes asked. He wore a silver chestplate with blue border lines around it, the armor extended and formed a skirt of silver, there were leather straps that kept most of the armor intact, he wore a blue robe, which sleeves extended to his wrists, his left hand was given a silver gauntlet, his legs were covered by blue skirts that extended to his ankles, his legs were covered in silver armor that reached to his feet and formed his boots. "I am the Servant, Saber. Arthur Pendragon, are you my Master?"
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"Can you repeat that last part one more time?" Liam asked with a nervous and grin.
"Umm, sure? Arthur Pendragon, are you my Master?"
"...Hold on one sec." Liam got up before he yelled. "DAMN YOU ZELRETCH!"
And...here I am...with a new fic...
I'm just going to test out how this will be taken by the public, nothing else. Chapter 2 till 3 are completed, but are going a whole lot of inspection and you would also take note that there are no actions whatsoever, there won't be until Chapter 4. Chapter 1 till 3 would be the orientation of the new Faction.
And I realize how fast it is for Liam and Scáthach getting hooked to each other in just one Chapter, which also includes four days of just meeting and talking...but well, I kinda am impatient...
And in other notes...
Here are the stats of the current Servants and their Master.
Liam Cryo:
Type: Designer Baby
Attribute: Human
Nature: Neutral Good often turns into Chaotic Good
Base Genome as a Designer Baby: Human DNA
Stats:
Strength: D+
Endurance: D-
Agility: D+
Mana: C+
Luck: B+
Noble Phantasm: E
Magecraft Known:
Reinforcement: D(B):
Liam has been known to have used Reinforcement as a common tool to reinforce his weapons throughout his works in his former life, though his current life led to the degradation of his skills to use Reinforcement, but nevertheless, his current level of Reinforcement is still deadly enough to let his Reinforced hand to break through pillars of stone unscathed.
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Gandr: C ~ A++:
Liam has been utilizing the Gandr Shot as a variation of knocking out guards, while having his own variation of it. Each shot has their own distinct properties, some are lethal. Some are non-lethal. And depending on how they're used each variants have their own use.
Mystic Code Repair: D:
Liam has been known to be able to repair his Mystic Code efficiently throughout his life, although he is unable to repair Mystic Codes that are beyond repair and needs a restoration, which he doesn't have time for, thus he abandons them and make them the only artefacts that can be collected by the society, marking his presence and existence.
Mystic Code Creation: C: