Angélique shot a glare at her horse. The steed acted like a jealous boyfriend punching any man that has ever interacted with her.
It was annoying enough even before he kicked her freaking maître with enough force to make him unconscious.
With a mental command the horse disappeared in a flash of blue light, its face showing its disdain and disapproval of the maître till the end.
"Heave ho." Angé lifted the young magi with no problem and looked around for someplace safe to wait for him to return to the world of the conscious.
If she was alive she would probably have a potion to instantly wake the boy up at hand, yet here she was; a heroic spirit in the wrong class once again.
She would be fine as a Saber, not her favorite class, yet she was famous enough for being a knight to be summoned as such.
As a Caster, she would be on cloud nine. With her potions creation EX she would just nuke the city and win the war in seconds.
She could probably recreate the grail while at it.
She couldn't really complain about not being a Shielder, as both the catalyst and her maître weren't strong enough to summon a grand candidate.
'Maybe if he used my shield as the catalyst.' the Rider mused, 'It should still be around.' She smiled, "Note to self, check what happened to my shield." she laughed a bit while setting the human shaped sack of flesh on a comfortable and safe looking patch of grass.
Her golden eyes locked at the magi's face. His name was Waver if she remembered correctly. He was a pseudo-vessel for Zhuge Liang if she remembered correctly.
That must mean the boy is brilliant and level-headed, or at least will be in the future judging by his display at the altar.
The servant laughed softly and took a quick glance at her maître's command seal.
It was a cross, much similar to the emblem she received from the church. The only difference was in colour, while her was the shade of her eyes, the one wielded by her maître was as red as it could possibly be, burning itself deep in her mind.
It was the first time that she knew that the Master's command seal was a reflection of the servant, not the Master.
The Rider servant flared her circuits for a second, emitting a small prana signature into the surroundings.
She hoped for the love of all that was holy that the Caster servant was not yet summoned, or the action could have had grave consequences.
It had one purpose, to determine what was set as her "Prime" in the current servant class.
She clicked her tongue when the circuits on her left hand didn't flare up.
It definitely limited her possibilities by a lot.
The action revealed more than that, to the servant's surprise. It was definitely something to get mad about, seeing as she was a devout follower of God.
'Stupid unconsciousness acts like a moody child.' Angélique shook her head. She would definitely prefer for the night-omnipotent being to act closer to its real age.
With a long, and maybe tired by the bullcrap, sigh, the servant plopped right next to her master, waiting for him to finally wake up.
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It wasn't long before Waver finally steered awake. The young magus groaned in pain while slowly sitting up and clutched his chest.
His eyes slowly scanned the surrounding area, checking for the sight of the one responsible, and turned sideways just to look his servant in the eyes.
The two big orbs the color of warm amber stared at him with a hint of curiosity.
The genius quickly averted his gaze, feeling slightly embarrassed by how deeply he stared into them.
It took Waver a second to compose himself again and turn around.
His servant smiled at him and stood up, offering her hand as a leverage for him.
It took the young magi less than a second of hesitation to grab it and, with a little pain, stand back on his two feet.
After making sure her master would not lose his balance and fall down again, his servant took one knee and bowed her head.
"My apologies, Master, as it seems my steed brought you more trouble than comfort.", her amber eyes locked with his green pair, as the knight, with the most serious and grave tone the young genius has ever heard, continued, "I will make sure to punish him accordingly."
A shiver ran down his spine as he heard the words. The empty, cold stare she gave when delivering the words were most likely at play, but the revelation did not change his feelings for the horse. Only now his dislike of the animal was accompanied with a feeling of pity.
Angélique had a different view of the situation.
Never having a proper master, she tried her best to seem as cool as she could be, to make a good impression on the young magi, thinking that it might make her maître believe in her usefulness.
Especially as a rider. Angélique knew she was not really well known for riding her horse, the steed appearing in maybe two or three stories about her burning.
So she needed to make a good first impression- a good second impression.
The young magi stared at her before erupting into a scarlet red blush and quickly averting his gaze.
Before summoning his first servant, Waver was sure that they were no more than an untamed familiar supplied by the grail. A vessel of magical energy believing themself to be the hero of old, a sliver of its true being as a part of the legend recorded in the throne.
But these eyes so full of sincerity, of life, of expectations stunned the young magi.
His mind quickly raced to Goredolf and his recounts of the grail war, he was the only magi on record to treat his servant as more than a pet, but it didn't help him win in any way.
And Waver's goal was to win the war.
The genius slapped his cheek to get out of the stupor and hardened his gaze. Turning to face his servant, he met her eyes once again, "Rider, we are going to win this war."
There was a pregnant pause as Waver studied his servant's expression.
His worries were unfounded, as with a giant smile, the servant responded with a determined nod and a happy "Oui, carrément!"