â you have no right to sound so displeased at such a gracing honor. among the callous collection of servants and masters assembled for this shambled war.. thereâs actually something about the air before you thatâs piqued my interest, boy. âÂ
â§ź ââââ ⧽ IT WAS almost a rare event and award for those who could catch the eye of the hero king that wasnât immediately filled with scorn. thankfully, gil was one who would pass by others as things of note around him but not worth his attention like the grass beneath his feet. naturally, servants could tell the kind of people they were nearby given a distinct ability to detect mana with the exception of assassins, who would normally stay hidden.
â§ź ââââ ⧽ HIS WAS, in a way, unique. a distinction he could tell that made him almost reminiscent. while the boy himself probably wasnât of any worth to him, unless time told a different story, the mana that flowed around him was almost too much for him to pass up.Â
â the mana around you reeks of the days of old. almost what i would call distinctly to what i could refer to as such during the days i reigned. i care not for who you are in particular, but more so what your body carries in that regard. you have the right to answer that in my presence. âÂ
     â You canât fault me for being cautious given the original nature that surrounded the summoning of Servants like ourselves, â the knowledge given by the Grail had been appreciated by one who desired knowledge so much, an insatiable craving. But this man, this Servant, was interested in him-- in Aladdin. Escaping an interaction was likely impossible, so the Caster resigned himself to accepting the way the day had gone, his main priority now avoiding conflict of any kind. As long as he spoke without ill intent or insult, that should be possible.Â
     â The unusual circumstances of this summoning simply makes me more conscious of that. I meant no offence personally. â
     His mana had drawn him in. As a Caster, it wasnât as if he could disguise it without a magical object perhaps. But he was no Assassin, and saw no use in hiding his presence. The days of âoldâ was a curious thing to say however. By days of old, he was likely referring to his own world-- of course, when he âreignedâ apparently. An ancient king then. Aladdinâs own world, in that regard, was a new one. Freshly created and developing slowly, a mere child in comparison to others.Â
     â My mana, you say? Well, in my home, the âmanaâ equivalent of ours was something in which I was connected to. It wasnât merely a means of using magic that flowed within a person, but also operated natural flow of life within the world itself, â explaining this to one who did not know of the rukh, of Magi, and without giving his explicit identity, wasnât a simple task-- but one he was willing to try. â Such a connection to the flow seems to have transferred over as a plentiful supply of mana upon my summoning as a Servant, though that is purely a theory. Is that a satisfactory answer? â