"Wait what." The man blinked. "Hold on a sec, what is the rank of my Luck again?"
"From the database...B with a plus."
"...Why am I this unlucky then?"
"Oh, that's simple. The Prototype you likes to get you in trouble and he wants you to have a love life, so he tinkers with your luck from time to time." Zelretch waved off.
"God flipping-"
"And on a sidenote, the Prototype you wants you to learn more colorful words. He says you're a sissy without those words coming out of your mouth."
"I-"
"He also says that you suck."
"Hey!"
"And he also complains that you're pounding the rooms wrong, you should be using a rocket launcher instead of a sledgehammer."
"Well-"
"Anyways, that's all, folks. I got another guy to troll. Toodles!" The man then disappeared, the Archer and Lancer class Servants growled at the old man for some reason.
"What is with my luck?" Liam uttered, he could swear, his prototype self was laughing his ass off somewhere within his mind.
"That was an interesting cafe, won't you say, Buchou?" Akeno asked her club president as they walked down the street.
"Yes, but those men…" Rias cupped her hand as she got to a thinking posture. "They gave out an...interesting aura…"
"Indeed, especially the cashier man, he's...unique... " The Heiress of the Gremory Clan noted in her mind.
"Should we-?"
"No, now's not the time. We should confirm our suspicions another day, we should focus on the Red Dragon Emperor right now."
"Understood, Buchou."
"But I have to say they do make good drinks." Rias commented.
"They do, don't they? Especially the blonde one." Akeno giggled, but unknown to them, an Assassin was following them in the shadows and amongst the crowd.
"And that's all for the day." Liam stretched his arms before he looked at the incomes for the day that was laid out in front of him to see.
"So, what's the wage here again?" Beowulf asked as the man gave a deflated look before burying his face with his hands.
"I don't know…"
"Well then...how about we split the money and call it a day?" Scáthach proposed, the other Servants thought about the proposal before giving out a thumbs up.
"Agreed."
"And I'm back!" Assassin popped out of nowhere. "So, apparently...yeah, their headquarters are by the Academy. In an old school building, I've gotten enough information. The Kings of both Peerages are both named...Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri. The Gremory has their own club, while the Sitri...they're the Student Council. All I can find about the two. The Evil Piece System revolves around the basics of Chess. The King as the head of the Peerage, the Queen as the most powerful piece, the Knight is apparently the Fastest of them all, the Bishop is the mage and the Rook is the strongest in terms of strength and of course, the Pawns are the ones with the potential of becoming any other pieces except the King. The Gremory's Peerage consists of a Queen, A Knight and a Rook, no Pawns. The Sitri...well, I think there is a Queen, a Knight, a Rook, two Bishops and two Pawns. I think she'll be a problem."
"True." Liam sighed. "It's best we remain hidden and neutral. We are quite depending on Azazel on the politics, so…"
"We have to gather more strength in order to stand a chance at least." Scáthach finished. "We need someone to keep them in check."
"...Well, I think I know one way…" The whole room began to stare at the Lancer, who twitched her eyes.
"Why does it always have to be me…" The Queen asked with a sigh filled with exasperation.
"There there, Scáthach-san, the others can't really do teaching…"
"True…"
"Yosh, we'll have you fill out a vacant spot to teach the children. Just remember what you're there for, alright?" Liam requested before giving a smile. "And be safe."
"O-Of course." Scáthach faltered before she sighed at her Master. She reminded herself, 'If he didn't have that tragic background, he would've been a great man.'
The next day, Liam temporarily closed the store and postponed the opening time a few hours late. He had been receiving more command seals. Another set of three and now...he had another female Servant...there is some kind of pattern here…
"Master, Servant Rider at your service." She was tall, Liam gives her that. She had long purple hair, blue eyes and fair skin. She wore...a gold ornamented silk veil, wearing a tight...silk? It was silk, Liam confirmed. A silk garment that extended to cover her thighs and...showed her...cleavage? A cleavage that showed parts of her abdomen, bordered with a red line, a pair of blue clothes that covered her shoulders, bordered with a gold line and a gold cross on the middle, a pair of blue gauntlets that were given gold borders by either ends, a pair of blue silk stockings and teal boots ornamented with gold markings. Her waist was given a leather sash that went around her waist with the remaining drooping down by her right leg's ankle, a golden circular plating placed by the right hip, a pair of short belts that were placed by her abdomen between the clothes and two pairs of golden buttons that kept the belts in place.
"Uhhh, hi?" Liam gave a nervous and twitching smile to the woman.
"You are my Master, correct?"
"...Rider…" Liam's face darkened, The Servant blinked before she was met with her Master's darkened face filled with nothing, but a wrathful intent behind that flesh face. "From here on, you'll call me Liam. Understood?" His aura was…
Deadly. That's the least, Rider could think of.
"H-Hai." She couldn't help, but falter from the face of pure wrath and chaos that was soon replaced by a cheerful smile.
"Alright then! Your name please?"
"Saint Martha. Rider-Class Servant, at your service, Mas-Liam. Liam."
"Get used to it." Scáthach laughed lightly as the three were by the couch.
"Alright! All set, now Scáthach-san, you fill in the form and I'll be tearing down another wall. Sounds good?"
"Yes, Liam."
"Great, now if you'll excuse me. Alpha, Bravo and Charlie are going to go sit on the couch." Liam brought up the innocent looking snakes, who lets their tongue out before Liam went into the supply closet.
"I know your legend says that snakes are the cause of Humanity's descend from the Garden of Eden, but please refrain from hurting them in any way. Unless you want to test Liam's anger." Scáthach informed the Saint.