As for the time being, he only needed to get as far away from their place as he could, using unorthodox manners as well, if needed.
A few scratches were well worth the safety of their hideout, after all; and if needed, he could have still used his command spells to get Caster’s help.
…At the very last, he had a bit of something called ‘a plan’. It wasn’t one of his random attempts at fixing the main problem at the last minute.
Since their last meeting, Ryuunosuke had been thinking about the next time they’d meet again - one thing for sure, he didn’t expect her to actually simply talk and not try to slaughter him. That itself was a little victory for the redhead.
“Would you like to talk for a while?”
Nonchalantly inviting her on a walk, this time more than obviously, well keeping his distance from her, the man smiled almost reassuringly. He sure was good at faking expression when in need to; it was probably how he could approach anyone without getting a immediate reaction.
Giving a quick glance behind, he began walking towards the opposite directioin of where their hideaway was, sure that the servant was going to follow him.
After last time, she was probably thinking that it was up to her to keep an eye on Ryuunosuke, and for once her chivalry seemed to be of some use for the killer.
For someone who seemed to be walking so leisurely about, there was a reason for his actions, Saber could tell that much. She knew he was hiding something, but just what that something was remained out of the blue. She would have to figure it out sooner or later; whatever it was, Ryuunosuke Uryuu didn’t want anyone to find out about it, though Saber appeared to be going in the right direction until Caster’s master had stumbled into her. He’s plotting something, she thought. But without evidence, she had nothing.
“And what would we be talking about?” Saber questioned him with mild suspicion. It wasn’t like Ryuunosuke Uryuu and she had much in common except for being a part of the Holy Grail War. What else was there to talk about? And if this had anything to do with that “Jeanne” thing— Saber inwardly squirmed; she despised the fact that she was being mistaken so. She had no idea who this Jeanne was that Caster and his master were so intent on locating—and forcing the visage onto her for some reason she would never hope to understand—nor did she want to know. It had nothing to do with the king of knights, and frankly, she would prefer it that way.
Saber had no time for idle thoughts and having a break, not when she had fellow servants to fight, a war to win, and the Holy Grail to claim for her master’s wishes. Everything else was irrelevant in the face of that; after one too many deaths at her hand, she had to force herself to remember that. Constantly living in a life of war and strife, blood and battlefield, this was her purpose. Not lavishing herself with whatever she pleased or exploring the modern day ways, no. She was a king and knight, and she was also a servant. That was the role she had to play, not dallying about like the rest of the servants, doing who-knows-what at who-knows-where.
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