His Command Seals began to glow red as they revealed themselves. A Command Seal must be sacrificed to craft a link to bind a person as a Servant. The Seal of the Dragon's wings on his left began to levitate, leaving a faint red mark as a reminder of the Command Seal's position from before. It was placed upon the Saber Class Card before Liam took the hand of the Knight. "Do you vow to become a Heroic Spirit till the end of the days?"
"...I vow."
"Do you vow to be a loyal Servant and battle those battles that would come?"
"...I vow…"
"Then, as the Servant from the Saber Class you will serve as a Heroic Spirit till the end of the days." Liam placed the card on the Knight's palm before it began to disintegrate, blue circuits ran through the veins of the Knight. Every part lit up before the Knight Evil Piece was rejected out of the body as it dropped down and bounced on the flat ground.
"Liam-san…"
"Welcome to the family, Nakami." Liam smiled before Luca was thrown besides the two. All pummeled up. "Saber!?"
"S-Sorry, Master! I can't just keep idle knowing that it was four against six situation." The hooded swordsman scratched the back of his head.
"...It's...fine...what time is it anyways?"
"Four o'clock…"
"Ah, God. Two more hours…" The rest of the Peerage members were quickly wiped upon the floor except the Bishop, who was being carried by Avenger.
"K-Kira!"
"You know her?" Liam asked with a curious look as the new Saber nodded.
"She's my sister."
"Easy there, I only drained her magical powers, while fighting, no major wounds, just minor burns that could be taken care of." Avenger gave up the girl to the Saber. "She didn't have too much fighting spirit, best to leave her exhausted than dead."
"T-Thank you…" Nakami nodded as he got his sister by his arms. "L-Liam-san…"
Liam pinched the bridge of his nose. "I want to, but-ahhhh, damn it, would you mind sleeping in one room?" The Saber tilted his head. "Forget about it. Since she's unconscious. This'll be a lot faster, since I don't have to ask questions and just your agreement." Liam took off one of the six wings he had, each Command Seal had their own effects if used to recruit someone as a Servant. The Dragon Wing possesses Demonic Dragon Blood, empowering strength and agility. The Wings provide more magical energy for the user. And Death...it's best not to talk about it.
"As the Servant, Caster, I will have you serve to the end of the days. Awaken and...and…" The scene became awkward as Liam was unable to find a suitable word. "Live the rest of your days?"
"Idiot." The Servants except Nakami mouthed at the Master.
"S-Shut up, never good with words." The Caster Class Card then dropped through the chest of the Bishop, causing her body to reject her Evil Piece, turning her back into human and as a Heroic Spirit.
"Liam-san...arigatou." Liam nodded his head.
"Now what about these four?" Avenger asked with a hint of annoyance.
"Nuisances...they weren't really that strong." Beowulf groaned.
"It's because you're a Berserker." Everyone sighed.
"It's best we take them as our...prisoners until we have words from our friend." Liam suggested. "So you all know what that means!" The Servants save Beowulf and Avenger, who raised an eyebrow groaned.
"I now know why you all groaned." Avenger said as the upper floor began to have continuously loud construction sounds. The Buné Peerage were all tied up and both gagged, ears plugged and blindfolded.
"Mhm…" Scáthach nodded as the upper floor then stopped before a massive thump came down. "This is awfully exasperating…"
"Indeed." Arthur admitted. The Peerage continued to struggle, but Mystic Coded ropes and clothes are too much for them.
"All set-Whoops!" Liam fell down the stairs as usual. "Fuck my life…" He grunted before getting up, his whole body covered in cuts and bruises before he cleaned them up with a simple magecraft. "Now, Beowulf if you'd please?" Beowulf grinned at his Master before he lifted the four and carried them up to the upper floor.
"T-Thank you, Liam-san…" Liam turned to the Bishop, who was now wearing a more appropriate dressing.
"U-Uhhhhhhhhh." Liam's mind was set on a halt before the females all sighed, Lancer smacked him across the cheek. "Iteeeeeeeee~..."
"Don't worry, he's like this...by default." The Queen of Dún Scáith assured.
"I-It's nothing...really…" Liam waved his hand at the former Bishop. "I had to make three rooms...if you could sleep with your onii-chan, then it's better for me...I think I could die with a routine like this."
"Mild exaggeration." Scáthach smiled at her Master. "I'll have a pair of futons ready for the both of you until Liam can finally get a bed."
"Nonononono, I've gotten a bed for the both of you...actually two beds…" Liam quickly came in.
"He's a thoughtful person. Selfless." The Lancer smiled. "Now, c'mon, Liam. Get some rest." Eight o'clock, the whole Faction has eaten and Liam was laying down on the couch.
It was a whole lot more comfortable than a bed, Liam could say. Azazel admitted he wasn't the one, who made the whole living room better. It was his Servants…
How they got the materials? Probably from Azazel, but other than that, he was happy. He felt content and...comforted by his Servants' work. It wasn't about quality, it was about the determination to do so. And...it made him happy...really happy. No one after his own sister has done something like this…
The Faction got into their respective rooms, the holding cell room was reinforced permanently with a few additional magecraft to obtain comfort and security. Liam felt content with today before his mind snapped as he remembered something. He promised to do it to his self after that dream. It was still fresh in his mind.
He got a book in his hand, having a size of a scrapbook before he concentrated his own form of magecraft. Memory Installation. Copying a Memorized and Close-Hearted Object into a plain old object that had the same size. Pictures and words began to decorate the book, the colors began to change the book. From something dull to something valuable.
His sister's scrapbook. He memorized every line of its content…
It was his sister's afterall…
He failed her…
He failed…
Something he shouldn't have done…
And for all he knows, she's crying somewhere…
What a brother he is…
He was a fool...
Scáthach woke up to find herself in a world like none other, a world with a sandstorm, blurring any views that she could see. Another dream...different than any she has "Where am I?"