"Too long, Leah. Far too long..." The man responded before he narrowed his eyes. "Hold..." A few footsteps began to come down before Liam unsheathed his Hidden Blade and waited for the intended target before he thrusted his hand and purged right into the guard's throat, silencing him as his blood vessels were cut off from his system. "C'mon, stay behind me, watch your back for possible cont-errr, guards...got that?"
"Y-Yeah..." Leah nodded at her brother hesitantly.
"You know how to fight, don't you?"
"I've been given training..."
"...That'll do for now..." Liam nodded at his pseudo sister, the two began to walk up the stairs before Liam ushered his sister to halt for a bit. He got up before he turned to look at the floor, which was a current mess. His sensory system began to go out of control as a muffled shriek came in below, the Weapon's heart fell as his sister was currently dealing with someone. He quickly went back to the stairs before he found Leah panting, her eyes widened with a few specks of blood on her face with a few on her uniform, by the stairs was a guard with a few scars that goes diagonally by his neck with a few horizontal scars and a stab on where his heart would be.
"B-Brother..." Leah was in the verge of breaking down from her actions. She was a Weapon, but she had feelings...and she was definitely not okay with killing someone. "I-I...I..." Liam got to her side before he began to comfort her.
"It's okay...it's okay...it was an accident. It's alright..."
"It's...It's...It's not alright..." Leah began to tear up. She was not mentally set up for this...
"It's alright, everything's going to be alright, we're going to get out of here. Alright?" The young girl began to nod shakily before the brother nodded and began to help the little sister on going up the stairs.
It was sad to even watch his memories, it felt like he was less skillful than he thought he was...
It did scar his own sister after all...
Liam stared upon the ceiling of the room, still recovering from the shock before he was met with the sight of a renewed ceiling, his couch was fixed up with fine blue leather, golden brown strings fastening them in place. The carpet was woven with a fine blue and white string. The old vertical fan was replaced with a chandelier, an air conditioner taking its place. He looked at where he was laying down on. As he would thought, it was his Lancer…
That woman…
Honestly...she's too worried for him.
"Oi, Scáthach-san…" Something clicked in his head, possibly from his Prototype self...an idea that he used to keep girls at bay…"Scáthach-chan." The woman's eyes sprung open before she stared at Liam's grinning smile. "Ohayo, Scáthach-chan."
The woman of Dún Scáith has never felt more embarrassed in her life than this very moment. Sighing at her Master, she smiled back in force. "Ohayo, Liam-kun."
"Nice day, isn't it? And...god damn it, Prototype's getting into me…" He stared at his hands, the red command seals have been extending with the three pairs of wings from previously being a lot larger. On top of that, he received a three-parted phoenix-shaped seal.
He got up before he yawned. "Are you my Master?"
"God friggin dammit." His day was now a worse than before. His prototype's self had a really bad luck and he was sure as hell that he was laughing his ass off in his mind.
"And you're an Avenger-class Servant?" Liam asked the man, who was wearing a dark green tuxedo, messy whitish-green hair with a pair of crimson red eyes, a red long tie with a green fedora hat. His skin was a sickly pale with a tint of green that caused Liam to shudder after he looked at it.
"Indeed, Master." Lancer gave the man a weary look. "Now don't look at me like that, Lancer."
"You two look awfully similar…" Liam and Avenger looked at the Lancer with an incredulous look.
"Me the same as him? Don't make me laugh."
"Yeah, Scáthach-san, it's not like I can be as extreme as his whole life could be." Scáthach merely sighed at the two.
"Fine then, I'll leave you two be."
"Now, let's see…" Liam merely gave out a bored, but thoughtful look. "You're Edmond Dantès?"
"Edmond Dantès, nostalgic, but no, I've dropped that name a long time ago." Avenger smirked. "My name is Gankutsuou. The King of the Cavern!"
"But you don't look like a King nor do you act like one." Liam pointed out bluntly, Avenger twitched his eyes.
"Shut it, Master. I have my moments."
"Mhmmm…" Liam ticked a few boxes on his paper. "So, you're here, because-Oh wait...silly me, I've been writing the wrong things here." The two then had an awkward moment. "So...you're the embodiment of vengeance…"
"Incarnation...but yes, that works as fine." Avenger replied as he raised his eyebrow.
"Wanna...have some coffee?" The Avenger sighed before nodding. "Cappuccino or-"
"Plain black coffee…" Avenger answered before Liam could finish his question.
"A tragic man, you would call your former self?" Liam asked with a curious tone.
"Tragic? That's an understatement, Master. To be...accused of something you had naught done, does it seem justifiable for you to lock someone for a crime they did not commit?"
"Justifiable? Justice? Please…" Liam chuckled. "Justice is a subjective form. I'd call it no form of justice. It's only a lazy search." The Master brandished a small smile. He poured in the warm black liquid into a ceramic cup. "No interrogations, no proof, that's the lowest form of an accusation and a very poor excuse of justice."
"Hmph, at least my Master is no naive fool." Avenger mused before he received his coffee. The Servant merely sipped his coffee before he chuckled. "You would make a good servant."
"That's what they all said to me." Liam chuckled. "Honestly, I can't blame them. Anyways, I'd have to finish my work and go to the cafe to make some earnings." Avenger sighed as his Master left the room.
After all, it wasn't common for him to find a Master where he could have a casual conversation.
Later that day, Liam would be lazing around the counter as the cafe was filled with a lot of campers or some of them were adding more food as Arthur was a little bit panicking from the amount of food that he was supposed to handle, that was when Jeanne and Martha had to help the King.
He was put on duty, Ezio was to accompany Scáthach, since there was no harm in doing so and to gather more intel and the wishes of knowing how they operate and what their true goal is. It could be said as said information can be used as a leverage or such things.