@auregis.
“ Gilgamesh-sama. ”
An attempt to make contact with the man of that name, as a cup of boiling tea was placed soundlessly before him. Such words were familiar to Tomoe, but she was not addressing the king she had served in a past summoning. Instead, she now sat before a man ever so similar to the Wise King of Uruk, yet so vastly different. She had made a fool of herself upon their initial meeting, mistaking him for her former liege. He, Gilgamesh ( of the Archer class ), had scolded her; anger brought forth by his pride in himself as an individual. It was a single gesture that had earned him her admiration.
It was strange, but his charisma, or perhaps something else, called to her. And she found herself attempting a conversation with him once more.
“ May I ask what it’s like to be a demigod? ”
There’s little warning, Tomoe had always been very straightforward. She had read a little of his story, an epic that continued to inspire mankind, and had witnessed his strength in battle. So when she found out that he had both divine and human blood flowing within ( from a certain Caster ), she couldn’t help but wonder.
“ Do you ever feel like there are two sides to you, because of your blood? ”