@kvlpa || X
Though the girl says that Saias should not feel obligated to help her, simply because of who she is, the archbishop cannot help but believe he has no choice-- that her words are well-meant lies, and ushered just to make the man think that there is a decision to be made, and that it sits in his hands. After all, he knows not what the contract that binds him, as well as every other hero, includes-- for all the tactician knows, they might be incapable of truly refusing the Summoner’s orders. The ghost of a frown forms on pale features-- not out of hostility, but instead thought--, and as a handful of seconds pass, Saias sees no reason to reject offering his aid, or at least not yet. All the Summoner-- whose name he cannot recall readily-- wants is an opinion, correct? He has served as a strategist for worse people, and saved the lives of those perhaps did not deserve it-- this situation should be treated the same as all of those other times. He refuses to sit, ignoring the silent invitation.
“...Very well,”
The words escape from his lips with a noticeable amount of hesitance, though his tone remains ever as gentle-sounding and calm. He cannot claim to know why, but there has always been something about the Summoner that unsettles him so-- a sickening feeling that perhaps stems from how he came to be here in the first place. Maybe it is Saias unfairly projecting his own uncertainty and frustration onto the girl, or simply due to his distrust in those around him. Or maybe it is the way she glares. Regardless of the reason, he tries to not let it show. He would much rather act gracious and like his usual self, than to be poked and prodded over this matter.
“My knowledge is at your disposal... though I do not understand why it is I you wish to consult-- you have outsmarted me on the battlefield once before. What is your plan?”
