The moon seemed particularly beautiful tonight as Arcueid pranced through the city streets. Even with her powers restricted, the years and years of combat she had gone through were more than enough to have her outclass any would-be adversaries here. At least, in terms of the thugs who’d just tried to jump her on the streets. The fact that they were even attempting to attack a woman in the first place showed just what kind of people they were.
And how little effort Arcueid needed to put forth to dispatch them.
As the last of her would-be assailants fell, Arcueid turned behind her at the sound of… what sounded like squeaking. As she did, the True Ancestor stopped almost dead in her tracks as she gazed over at a young girl who seemed to shine with the moon itself. Sure, that was probably just how it was being angled, but still. It couldn’t have been a coincidence… she absolutely had to know this girl.
「Hey, what’s wrong? Was that little performance of mine awe-inspiring, perhaps? Really, it was nothing, but if you liked it, then I’m glad! Gotta clean up the city streets somehow, right?」
Doubtlessly, it was an everyday occurrence: some overconfident group with something to prove deciding to air their new-found superiority on the first target they could agree on. Ayaka, admittedly, had never been one to easily slip into others’ shoes, but she could see no point in it no matter what angle she approached it from. They were all under a higher authority anyway - who cared if they were more powerful than another in the same position?
Of course, this inflated sense of importance backfiring was equally common, enough so that the few people who hurried past offered nothing but a little snort of amusement at what was rapidly becoming an entirely one-sided fight. The magus would have joined them in simply continuing on with her business in the rising light of the moon were it not for the fact that very glow was holding her fast in place.
It framed her perfectly, a spotlight to the ease and grace of the blonde’s movements. Her first thought was that there was no way someone like that could exist, even as the proof to dispute it stood before her. That peculiar feeling was so similar to the indelible sight of a Servant that it would have been stranger for her not to stare.
She was so drawn in by the sight that she hardly noticed her own vocalization, making her more surprised to be noticed than the other appeared to be. “Y-Yeah...” she eventually answered in subdued tones, thinking back to the night, months ago now, when she had first seen the knight she had unwittingly called forth. “It was... amazing.”
