"Alright, stop!" I shouted out. As the Einzbern and her Archer both looked at me, I breathed deep and went on to say, "Fine. I'm willing to hear you out, but first let's get back to neutral ground, to that church down the hill".
Didn't surprise me to see Archer simply scoff at me, as she retorted, "So now you beg for mercy, like a worm before an eagle?"
Karisviel, to my luck, raised her hand to Archer and said instead, "Hold on, it had negative desire to fight Hillcrest in the first place. Besides, I calculated, Archer, that you could be open to or at least see the point of a ceasefire, if not an alliance, due to how many enemies you faced when you lived".
"And why should I? I faced down the whole world during my reign, seven so-called Heroes will be hardly anything for me, especially without the trust of some wrench who, for all we know, could try to stab us in the back," her Servant spat out.
"Archer, one quick truce would have a low probability of endangering us," Karisviel said back, her monotone gradually breaking and her eyes sharpening.
Archer at last sighed, and said "Oh all right, yet just this once, do I make myself clear?" she then glared down at me. Part of me then honestly wished that I'd used my imaginary Numbers on her when I had the chance...
"A t-truce?" Avenger came up and said to me "My Master, are these not Villains? Just l-look how Archer talks down to us, how she so quickly tried to bury us both under heavy snow. How could a Princess ever associate with such, such scoundrels?!" she finished blurting out. Heh, of
course Avenger would be slow to forgive, what did I expect from such a Class?
"
Trust me, I have little love for this Archer either, but if anything she's just shown herself to be a prat, hardly a 'villain'. I assure you, what I've heard from Karisviel assures me she's much more reasonable," I whispered to the Vengeful Princess, "
...Well I hope so anyway".
The four of us walked into the Church Hall, and I immediately noticed that it'd clearly seen better days. Well, unless it was always this wrecked.
"Ah, Lady Blossom, thanks goodness you're alright!" Quinton beamed.
"Yeah 's like I told ya, we knew ya'd make it," Trevor piped in.
"Oh good, those mage-types are comin' in," a bleary-eyed, grey-haired priest snarled in an Irish brogue from the pulpit, "Just tell me your bleedin' little scuffle's wrapped up already, that's all I wanna hear".
Huh, seemed oddly unenthusiastic for a conflict with the Holy Grail at stake, but questioning him's not what I was here for.
I smiled at Trevor and Quinton yet said, "You're welcome, but er, a little space if you wouldn't mind". I then turned to Karisviel, only to find myself somewhat lost for words when I tried to begin the negotiations.
"Master of Avenger, if you doubt I am on the Allies' side in this War, then this should be sufficient to convince you?" Karisviel took the opportunity to start from me, as she drew out a rune-bound passport, containing the Einzbern coat-of-arms and marks belonging to the Mages' Association and Great Britain in general within. This certainly would be a lot to forge, and though it was her blocky signature and photograph within, that still didn't rule her taking and rewriting this passport off someone else, though she indeed looked like an Einzbern.
"My Servant is specifically Archer of Red, as two whole sets of Servants have been summoned for this War," Karisviel went on, and I honestly had to step back at that statement. "The Red side is the seven Servants summoned by the Allies, I have already encountered all of them in person, while the Black side would be the Servants in the Nazis' possession.
All except one, for there's a possibility your Avenger has stolen the spot intended for Berserker of Black," she then said.
[ ] "So I should join you, giving the Allies advantage in numbers? I might have to grill Quinton more on anything my in-laws have had to do with the Nazis, but we could easily spread the lie that I've been kidnapped by your side".
[ ] "So you want me to say with the Wisterias, but act as a spy for your side?".
[ ] "...Sorry, but could I get back to you, tomorrow maybe? I'd have to speak with my in-laws, being told they're Nazi sympathisers is something I'd need to find far more evidence for".
[ ] Write-in.
