OH, WHAT MANNERS THIS one had. They averted their eyes from him rather than looking upon his full glory without permission, and for that, they already left a rather good first impression. ❝Hmm…it is displeasing you do not know who I am, but you previous manners and the reverence you show now keeps me from being angry. You stand before the Ozymandias, King of Kings, the third Pharaoh of the 19th Dynasty, and the greatest Egypt has ever known! You should be honored to have called me forth. For as long as I am present, there will only be victory for you.❞ Arrogant words, but they were not without merit. He was indeed a powerful Servant, his power further enhanced by the interest in his very name that continued to echo throughout history. Surely now this man would know him now that his name was proudly spoken? It was one of many; however, he would not tolerate ignorance in regards to his glorious self.
Ozymandias stepped closer then, head tilting as peered at the one who would be his ‘Master’. ❝Lios, you said?❞ he asked, slight intrigue heard in his tone before he spoke once more. ❝Look at me. I wish to see your eyes.❞ His words were not a request, the command present as he waited for her words to be obeyed. This man…was a strange one. They said that their wish had already been granted whether they lived or died, but what did this mean? Surely their wish had not been to simply summon him, for if that had that been the case, they would have known his name from the very moment they saw his most regal form appear before them. Not only that, he was thanked for doing absolutely nothing except existing. He could not sense deception in the other’s voice, the usual flattery that others tossed his way to gain his favor… No, he was strangely honest, and that made him faintly distrusting as a result.
Surely this was some trick.
The other’s charisma, the other’s words bade the mage to look up at the Servant, awe clearly within his gaze as he met the other’s, a quiet gasp of recognition at the other’s name.
“Ozymandias...I know your name. I was foolish, not recognizing you by appearance and demeanor alone. A king of kings...a Pharaoh...I’m more than honored that you’re right here before me.”
Shifting his weight, standing to his full diminutive height, he will gather his will, showing the other the seals now placed upon his hand.
“These are my seals--I will not use a one in this war, unless it is to help you, Ozymandias. I don’t like forcing my will upon others. I am no leader, I’ll give you that. I tend to be more of a sheep, actually. The only real thing going for me is magic, and in this war, that’s not really a security blanket.”
He was always honest like this--he saw no reason to lie to make himself sound better, not in front of someone who actually answered his call--something he could say that nobody else did in the real world.
And so his eyes will tentatively meet the other’s, the situation almost overwhelming for the young man. Squaring his shoulders, he’d offer a soft smile. Perhaps there was sadness in his gaze--perhaps that was just a trick of the light.
“You might...be wondering what my wish is. My wish...it to be with my family again. They...most likely aren’t around anymore, which means if that’s the case, I...will gladly join them. But if by some chance they are alive...I wish to be with them. I...don’t want to be alone anymore. Call me childish, but that is my wish. So...you see? No matter what happens, I’ve won.”
That said, he’d hold a hand out to the other to shake.
“Thank you very much...for existing, let me digress. I will do my best to survive so you get your wish as well. Let’s do our best together, okay..?”
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