[That's right, he realized. He didn't know what Dazai did for work. Hell, he didn't even know Dazai's name yet. But Dazai hadn't offered it up, even when Bedivere had introduced himself. So there must have been a reason for that, right?
He wouldn't ask about the name, as he figured Dazai would tell him when the time was right. And Bedivere didn't mind calling him 'Master' anyway. Being from a time of knighthood, the term 'Master' wasn't quite as loaded as it was in modern day.]
What kind of work do you do, Master? Are you a soldier?
[Since investigations were usually handled by soldiers or constables, at least in Bedivere's time.
But that last question. Boy, that last question. Bedivere's expression turned to a soft frown, and he glanced away, looking instead towards one of the large windows in the room. The light flowing through it cast everything in a yellowish glow, making it feel even more like he was standing in a sunrise, waiting for morning.]
No agreement like that would ever be made. There can only be one winner. All other Servants must either perish in battle or become unsummoned upon the death of their Master. Until six servants are eliminated, the grail cannot be completed. And if two masters try to stall, the heads of the magus families observing the war would step in and, ah, 'provide encouragement'. Or kill the Master, steal their command seals, and take control of the Servant for themselves.
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Date: 2020-09-10 04:49 pm (UTC)[That's right, he realized. He didn't know what Dazai did for work. Hell, he didn't even know Dazai's name yet. But Dazai hadn't offered it up, even when Bedivere had introduced himself. So there must have been a reason for that, right?
He wouldn't ask about the name, as he figured Dazai would tell him when the time was right. And Bedivere didn't mind calling him 'Master' anyway. Being from a time of knighthood, the term 'Master' wasn't quite as loaded as it was in modern day.]
What kind of work do you do, Master? Are you a soldier?
[Since investigations were usually handled by soldiers or constables, at least in Bedivere's time.
But that last question. Boy, that last question. Bedivere's expression turned to a soft frown, and he glanced away, looking instead towards one of the large windows in the room. The light flowing through it cast everything in a yellowish glow, making it feel even more like he was standing in a sunrise, waiting for morning.]
No agreement like that would ever be made. There can only be one winner. All other Servants must either perish in battle or become unsummoned upon the death of their Master. Until six servants are eliminated, the grail cannot be completed. And if two masters try to stall, the heads of the magus families observing the war would step in and, ah, 'provide encouragement'. Or kill the Master, steal their command seals, and take control of the Servant for themselves.