The Servant looked around before she find a much more mature-looking Liam sitting by a shattered stone monument, his hair being tinted with blue colored bangs, a face filled with emptiness and boredom. His outfit was different, a coat of greyish black, a blue scarf placed around his neck, a pair of black leggings complete with metal platings and guards, a pair of iron gauntlets that housed a pair of short swords. A pair of steel combat boots with a pair of blade hidden under their sole, a wide variety of weapons placed behind his back. A bandoleer of knives placed in a diagonal position going from the left shoulder to the right hip, below the coat was a silver plated armor, a small silver cross necklace placed around his neck.
"Liam?" Scáthach asked as the man merely narrowed his eyes.
"You...You're the one from that dream...Scáthach, isn't it?" Liam asked as if he didn't know the Spirit. "I'm...sorry, but I think you have the wrong person, it seems. My name is merely a Code. An Experiment if you wish to say. A Perfect Killing Machine like none other. I think it's best for you all to leave me be in this dreadful wasteland of nothing, but corpses. A roar was heard as a figure of a dragon flew above their head. "Perfect, he already woke up. Tch, I should've known nitpicking the luck Rank would result in this…" Liam sarcastically remarked the first part followed by an annoyed tone. "Last thing I want is random people seeing me having to deal with an old man dressed as a dragon. So, this is where we part ways."
"No. Liam, what happened to-"
"Stop calling me by that name." The man coldly gazed upon her. "The last thing I want to hear is you calling my name, stop treating me as your friend."
'His act...his attitude, his words…' The Lancer narrowed her eyes at the man. "You're him, aren't you?"
"Hmm?"
"Prototype?" The man sighed as he flapped his coat.
"...Correct...I am the Prototype Avenger Class Servant of the unknown Spirit, LIAM. Lethal Independent Assassin, variant Monster. You have known of my story, have you not?" LIAM asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"...Yes, but...what happened to you?" LIAM merely gazed away before chuckling at himself.
"A lot of things after you told me that you were my friend before disappearing. A hallucination that once saved me...hmm...it is true then." LIAM picked up his necklace before he looked at the woman. "It is you…the previous form of my lover, Asuka Ryusaki…" Scáthach was taken back as LIAM merely laughed at her. "You don't know much, do you? The reason was that you have won the Holy Grail War at one point and wished to be born as a human to feel life, unlike what you felt. You got that wish...turning yourself into a human in the guise of Asuka Ryusaki…a normal highschool girl I met when I was in Tokyo...I still wonder what became of her..."
"Then…"
"Caring as usual, I see…"
"Tell me everything, Prototype." Scáthach voiced her mind. "What became of you that you turn a cold eye on yourself?"
"It's not turning a cold eye on my other self, it's just my nature." LIAM smiled forcibly. "A Natural Born Killer made to murder...no, kill those who dares to stand in my way with no regrets, they were brave, but foolish men died facing me. But our talk can wait, in another time and another place as of now. Long story short, I'm the fully matured LIAM, your Liam's memory has been stowed away for safe keeping."
A massive presence came down as a giant bipedal dragon with blue scales, streaks of purple and black with white tints, the dragon had a massive katana-blade like horn on its upper snout, a pair of hands fitted with five silver claws, its underbelly was given a golden scale that went downwards, a massive chest that had another layer of scales that formed some kind of chestplate that exposed its inner-chest, a pair of horns on the shoulders colored in gold. His eyes were colored in a dark red hue, his fangs were colored in silver with gold tints, it sported a beard by its lower jaw, made up of streaks of alloy-material like objects that formed sharp edges, it had a golden streak behind the eye that went down the whole length of its body with a pair of massive dark blue wings, a sail that was colored in a bright golden-orange color, it sported several scars on its neck. Standing a massive a hundred meter in total, its back was given an array of golden spikes, each being smaller as they descended towards the tail, the edge of the tail was given an edge of a spearhead. Its kneecaps was fitted with a golden thorn with its feet being given three individual claw-like silver hooks. Its roar was definitely similar to the roar of a spinosaurus.
"A Dragon?"
"Not a dragon, I prefer to call it a Bahamut. Last of its kind. It would've meant it's King of whatever its species of dragon it rules. But now, not anymore. I told you, go!" Scáthach gave a bitter look before she nodded. Her World went white as LIAM gave her a smile and a pair of words. "Thank you."
Liam continued to lay on his bed, his hands fold against the rear of his head. Scáthach continued to watch him sleep, a bit of curiosity going through her head as the dream from before haunted her. Who was he in his former life, he already told her what he was, but she was curious…
What kind of man was he when he was in his previous life? The Prototype form of his...a Fully-Matured Liam? Does it mean that her Master haven't fully matured? The Lancer caressed her Master's cheek as he moved uncomfortably. His right hand began to glow softly in a shade of blue.
His World…
A Dreadful Dream…
Could it be?
Could it be, that the World she was in was Avenger's Noble Phantasm?
No, it was too far fetched, Liam has not gone that far, it was the opposite of his ideals...
"Scáthach." The Lancer snapped back into reality, finding Liam smiling at her dumbly. "Good morning."
"M-Morning, Liam." The Queen responded before she blushed in embarrassment.
"You...look cute." The Master spoke with an awkward smile. "I mean...you look nice and all and...cute...that sounded wrong…"
"No worries, Liam." Scáthach smiled at her Master. "It's quite alright…"
"No...no, it isn't...I just...I can't even explain it…" Liam looked away from the woman, who looked at him in worry. "Just...leave me alone for a while, Scáthach-san…I got something to think about…" Liam gave out a grimacing look, Scáthach wanted to ask more and get what was wrong out of him, but recognizing his personal space, she nodded before leaving Liam to himself.
Liam ensured himself mentally, nothing was wrong...nothing was wrong…
Something was wrong…
His lucid dreams…