Tamamo cocked her head slightly, chuckling at her silly Master. "I'm sure it's more than enough for me. But regardless."
Tamamo rocked forward and back again, shifting her weight to the balls of her feet and back to the heels. A little stretch to prepare for the coming night. "Of course you should still refer to me as 'Caster' when we're out on the prowl, but feel free to just call me 'Tamamo' when we're alone. And I'll just call you Jorg. Funny name. It's exotic. You look to be some type of oni, yet I've never seen anything quite like you. You fascinate me, Jorg."
She twiddled her fingers, concealed by her sleeves. "Oh, but I've taken up so much of your time already! Silly me, prying so much. We'll have all day tomorrow to get to know each other. For now, we must act as a Master and Servant pair. You're in luck, by the way - my magic is innate, not something worked over a bubbling cauldron in some musty old basement. I can find somewhere to establish a Territory if you wish, but otherwise I'm quite self-sufficient."
Oni? Ah right, Jorg had heard of them. Monsters that originated from Japan. Beasts of nature irreconcilable with man. Though not exactly what Jorg was, it had the same principles. Tamamo, on the other hand, was a beast of divinity. Monsters to receive adoration and worship by humans rather than hunting and rejection. Though, Jorg bemused, it was probably that Tamamo was not such a divine aspect. He did not know exactly why, but he had a hunch, and he had known for many years to trust his own instincts.
Jorg didn't really understand why Tamamo chuckled though. It seemed by her tone that Jorg had done something amusing, but what he did not know. Perhaps it was his last sentence about his name? It was likely he had said something unconventional in relation to social standards. Well, human ones, which he understandably couldn't quite strike an affinity with. Or so his colleagues, what few that worked with him for more than one mission during his enforcing career, had often pointed out. Jorg mentally shrugged. It was the thought that counted, and he had wished for her to be at ease. At least that seemed to be something he had done right.
What really interested Jorg here was Tamamo's specifications on her magecraft. He didn't quite understand what she meant by innate magic, but he presumed from her latter description that it meant she did not need extensive amounts of preparation and set territory to be at operating capacity. That, frankly, was not the type of caster that Jorg preferred. With his skillset, Jorg would be extremely difficult to get a hold of. Even servants would struggle to keep him in their consideration in urban areas where buildings and corners and crevices were packed together en masse. And despite this expertise in disengaging, Jorg was still a monster in close combat. Only the tiniest fraction of magi would be able to match him in close quarters, and even among these, those that relied solely on raw physical power would be in for nasty surprises. As a result, Jorg was rather self sufficient, thus making a caster that prepared large and extensive rituals without worrying for a master's safety being the best type of magus to work with Jorg.
But this wasn't bad either. Tamamo could protect herself on the go. She could also provide support for Jorg even under the duress of combat where time was an incredibly finite resource. This meant it would be best for them to move quickly and widely, scouting and taking out enemies while keeping mobile. Of course, this sort of strategy was still probably best performed with a servant possessing high raw power such as Saber or high mobility and tracking finesse such as Assassin. Even so, there were merits to a Caster class servant, especially so in Tamamo's case, that outweighed even the fact that the Caster class was inherently disadvantaged due to the prevalence of magic resistance.
"A territory is not needed if you do not feel comfortable with establishing one. If you do want to create one, this general building would be best. It is my own workshop and almost completely fitted with my own preparations. As you know as a magus far beyond one such as me, attacking a magus in his or her own territory is akin to a single person trying to storm a castle," said Jorg as he stretched out his bestial claws in anticipation, "but that is, of course, only when magi of the modern era are involved. A single knight class servant with a modicum of magic resistance could simply stroll through this entire building and negate the countless traps and hurdles I have implanted. But when you, a Caster class servant with abilities that I could only dream of, are involved, things change."
Jorg waved his hand, motioning at the room around him. "This building becomes a castle to servants as well, and an unapproachable mountain to masters." He faced the large slider window placed at eye level in the room. Stepping towards it, he looked down at the city so awfully silent in the night. "The city seems silent from up here, yet my command seals burn, telling me that masters are near. I feel that it would be too boring to spend the night performing who knows how many trite rituals." Jorg stretched out an inviting hand to Tamamo. "Don't you feel it right to join their fun?"
He was feeling the buzz in his veins. The numbing buildup of his inversion impulse that drew him to scenes of death irresistably. Normally, Jorg was able to keep his impulse under wraps, but he surmised that the sudden drain of his magical energy to sustain Tamamo was removing his inhibitions. It wasn't as if his magical energy was going to come back any time soon, so he might as well oblige his instincts.
