Master: „In order to win the holy grail you have to kill your servant with your command spells.“
You: „……“
Master: „What Are you waiting, the grail is close to be us…?!
You: „As you invited me to your party I really fought we can team up and win this war yet…. I have to refuse.“
Lancer: „Master…?“
Master: „Are you kiddin‘? It is only one spell to-„
You: „Only one spell to betray my servant ? If this is the only way to win this war and have my wish with killing lancer, I definitely refuse to have the dirty grail of this war! I don’t want it.“
Master: „He is servant to serve and fight for you….“
You: „No, he is a heroic spirit from ancient times who is willing to fight for winning the grail together. I am not tossing a loyal warrior aside to have my way! I am out!“
Master: „You Bit-!“
Lancer: *smiles and points swiftly towards him*
„You have heard my master! Take your leaving or I make you!“
You watch as the master takes his leaving and sigh heavily.
You: „I am sorry, Lancer. All this trouble for nothing…“
Lancer: *at his knees*„Master, There is no reason to apologize. You honored me with your phrase, I am quite humbled about it. I never can wish a better master for myself than you.“
You: * smiles kindly at him* „So you don’t desire the grail anymore ? I mean we all started…“
Lancer: *shakes his head* „ I am quite satisfied with this outcome, Master. So what are you wishing now, Master?“
You: „Well, this game is over and so I want that you finally call me by my name, Diarmuid?“
Lancer: „Wha-? Mas-…. *slight blush and chuckles*
As you wish, Y/N!“