She knew he had been a weapon, but she didn't know how painful it is for him to be a weapon. Her Master, who looked like an innocent, kind man actually went through so much hardship, if his mind was...altered, then it was probably the best for him to forget all the pain and anguish he had to feel.
He was by no means a perfect person, he had flaws...his way of thinking was flawed, his mind was scarred, the altering made them go away in the cost of his maturity being wiped off, his memory of combat...they may be remembered, but the dream that he had...they probably are far more peaceful than they were before his mind was altered. "How long has this been going on, Liam?"
"Heh..." 'Liam' looked down to the ground. "...I lost count at fifty-ish years..." He gestured to his weapons. "And now I believe I'm at a few hundred years...I'm not one to always remember the...time...Scáthach...will you be leaving me?" The woman gave a sympathetic look to the man.
"...No, I won't be leaving, I'm always with you. Alright?" The man gave a saddened frown before something snapped in him that made him realize a few things, he smiled at the woman, nodding slightly.
"Thank...you..." The man spoke before getting off his seat and hugged her. The woman smiled back as she patted his back.
Liam groaned as another set of command seals came by his forearm, appearing as three pairs of angelic wings. "I swear...why the hell am I getting so many command seals?" He spoke to himself.
"Maybe they're useful?" A feminine voice came in, Liam turned to find a woman with long blonde hair being styled into a French Braid, a pair of violet eyes with fair skin, she had a silver head dress with a purple blouse, a long purple skirt, a pair of silver gauntlets, a pair of black boots with silver platings and her legs were covered in black stockings, silver armor was placed around her body. "I'm the Ruler Class Servant, Jeanne d'Arc. It's nice to meet you, Master."
"...Jeanne...can you address me as Liam next time?" Liam asked with a stern look, causing Ruler to flinch and let out a quiet 'eep' at his words.
"Umm, yes? Liam?"
"Much better. Now, I'll have to tear another wall down for your room." He clapped his hands, he headed towards the storage closet, leaving Ruler to herself.
"Ah, you're the new Servant." Arthur spoke as he came down the stairs. "Your class was the least I expected to come out...or rather the second. I'm Saber. Happy to be working with you, Ruler."
"Pleasure to work by you, King Arthur." Ruler bowed gracefully upon the King. "Now what is Mast-I mean, Liam, doing?" Ruler winced as she nearly forgotten the unspoken rule of Liam.
"Ah, he's making space...apparently there were only four rooms. Don't worry, he's a stubborn man." Arthur waved off before Liam brought a sledgehammer out of the closet and began to carry it to the upper floor, while he whistled.
"I...see…" Ruler slowly spoke as the sound of the wall being pounded shook the whole building. "He's really taking this seriously now, is he?"
"You'd be surprised." Arthur chuckled nervously, remembering the time he got thrown out of his room. "He's too forceful in some cases however."
"Holy shit, Liam! Some people are trying to sleep here!" Ezio's voice was heard as his yell came noticed.
"I got work to do! So shut up!" Liam yelled back as the sound of a wall being torn apart wad heard. "Should be even faster if I got some explosives."
"NO!" The response of his Servants came in with a boom. Ruler giggled nervously as her Master tore down a wall and began working. It was a holiday today, so he was able to finish the room without any complications.
The door of the front door opened, Ruler looked at it before she began to approach it. "I'll answer the door."
"Wait, chotto-!" Arthur was late as the Ruler class opened the door to reveal Azazel standing by the door.
"Umm, yes?"
"Uhh, is...Liam here?" He asked as he ogled the Servant's racks.
"Yes, do you have a meeting with him?"
"You could say that, may I come in?" Ruler glanced at the Saber, who sighed before gesturing to let him in.
"Sure. Make yourself at home." She bowed slightly, the man went in before he looked at the living room.
"He sure doesn't do much huh?" Arthur merely chuckled nervously as another collection of bangs came in.
"Nyet! Nein! No!" The sound of Liam being squished by objects was heard as Azazel blinked.
"Uhh, nevermind...do we have some alcohol?"
"No. Someone drunk them all…" Arthur emphasized the word 'someone' before Ezio came out of his room and fell through the stairs.
"Fuck!"
"LANGUAGE, MUDDA FUCKA!" Liam yelled from the hallway. Ezio muttered a few words silently to himself before he went to the kitchen.
"I think we need a bigger and better living space." Arthur admitted, the whole living room seemed it was falling apart, except the television.
"Yes, we need some major renovation on the living room." Azazel commented. "So, five Servants! Heroes of Legends, it's truly going to be a new Faction!" Azazel laughed.
"Faction? Care to explain, Azazel-san?" Arthur asked.
"Oh sorry, silly of me, you haven't known about the Factions as does Liam-kun." Arthur smiled at the Fallen Angel. A few more bangs came down from upstairs as Ruler merely looked at the stairway with a concerned look.
"Don't worry, Ruler. He's not going to get himself hurt, but it begs the question." Arthur then continued. "Who are you?"
"Jeanne d'Arc of Orleans, Arthur-san." The maiden curtly bowed, Azazel had his suspicions of his own mind confirmed, but despite it chose not to say a word, he was to aid the child's faction by all means, it was what Zelretch had told him to do, Liam came out of the hallways, carrying a bloodied sledgehammer with a few cuts and bruises like last time.
"I have underestimated how one can decorate a room." He uttered before walking down the stairs...or just one step before falling the whole way through. "Owwww…did I get Rank E Luck?"
"Hmmm, seems like someone's having a bad day." Azazel grinned at the bloodied man.
"Geez, old timer…" Liam complained as he brushed his outfit and repaired every piece of thread that was out of place. His cuts began to cover themselves with flesh as the blood was cleansed off his clothings with his magecraft. "So, what are you here for? Want some tea?"