…no way. No way, no way, no way-
Is this… is this really happening? Is he really…?
It totes is! Oh god she can’t cry, her makeup would run all over and she’d look like such a mess, but it’s him-! No way, she can totally keep it together, otherwise it’s gonna be super weird.
❝ —Ah- the name’s Mandricardo. I’m the servant who’s here to— ❞ ...Gweh.....? Mandricardo couldn’t even afford to finish his presentation as he was completely caught off guard by his master— wait- was...... was she crying !? Guilt began to run down his spine as he began to think about their current situation....... Him, a lame third star rider, facing for the first time ever, the master who has so humbly summoned him- yet there was one key aspect that the rider failed to take notice of due to his secret excitement over being called, and that was the fact that although he was secretly excited- perhaps his master was actually expecting another rider- Oh dear..... Could it be....!? she was expecting Achilles? Ozymandias? that one paladin.... what was his name..... Astolfo- So many riders and he came to take their spot !!
‘ Please don´t cry, i’m sorry ’ was what he would have wanted to say, yet his own nervousness and initial panic made him react differently than what he expected, and out of embarrassment over having answered her call, the least he could do was to tear away part of the cloth tied around his shield to offer as a tissue paper in order to comfort his poor unlucky master; ❝ — Ah- I... my apologies, I may have ruined your good luck streak— ❞ Truth be told, her reaction was very logical to him, even he would feel slightly dissappointed if he got— well, himself; yet as he was about to speak again; her expression cut him midway his thoughts as it completely changed from what he believed was sadness and dissappointment to..... A smile??
And then those words followed by.... “welcome home!”
Welcome....Welcome.... He was... welcome? expected? he looked around, in case she happened to summon another rider he happened to not have been able to see due to his initial excitement, yet to his surprise, there was truly no one aside them in that empty cold room. He was welcomed.
❝ wel...come....? ❞ He uttered one last time to himself in disbelief before abruptly cutting his own words- ❝ ahem- If this was meant to be, then I’m yer knight, yer Servant. I swear constant loyalty, Master. The name’s Mandricardo by the way- ❞ you already said that idiot