Here she thought she was done with brands once Grima had been defeated - evidently, fate wasn’t quite that kind, as the Grimleal mark was soon replaced by some strange combination of circles and curves that she couldn’t quite recognise. Suddenly she had become much more thankful for the leather bracers at her wrists, covering up not one but two markings over the course of their use (as far as she could remember, at least.)
Regardless, she tugged her sleeve down with a faint exhalation - she would much rather not have to hide something at all, but considering what she remembered being told about this new brand and its penchant for attracting trouble from aggressive Masters, perhaps it was in her best interest to not publicise that she was one herself.
That was when the very same marks gave a very strange feeling, as if they were trying to pull her towards something. It seemed safe enough to trust - at the least, safe compared to what else she had heard of this strange land’s workings - and so she followed its guidance, all the way to a surprisingly small girl who seemed to have been expecting her too.
“Ah! If I was lead towards you, then that means…!” It meant that they’d be working together, right? “I suppose that makes me your ‘Master’ then, doesn’t it? Although, I’d much prefer just being called ‘Robin’.”
“If this ‘Servant’ business is anything like leading an army, I’m sure we’ll be fine!”
What sort of Master was late? After having to toy with an Ai, Cagliostro grew impatient. Nobody should make her wait, not even the person responsible of her summoning. Her book entertained her, became a distraction as of now. Thankfully, she had been busy in doing her own research.
That killed plenty of time till a woman finally appeared. The book closes abruptly, eyes wander to inspect her Master.
“By how you speak then it means we are bounded.”
Too bland, pretty average. She was nothing big and that alone was a pleasant surprise. The vibe this woman gave was that of a certain captain -- a normal person with grand skills, fitting of a leader. But the founding father of alchemy was not so easily surprised, lest an action made them worthy of her recognizement.
“Glad you don’t see yourself as a Master, I’d be a little troubled to use such a title. You see, I don’t expect much from you, Robin.” Such harsh words were not necessary but that tongue of hers was as poisonous as any creation she could craft with her abilities. “You have been lucky since I am the best Caster class Servant. The cutest. The most adorable -- I am Cagliostro and you should be proud to have me! But don’t use my name, otherwise we will lose.”
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