He was used to there being more servant signatures in the city, but the number seemed to have diminished in his absence. Something to be expected that still manages to leave him feeling off-put. His new ward of residence is no different. He'd like to avoid the housing area of Fiboncacci, but sometimes it was unavoidable.
Kingu's eyes scan the passing citizens, likely fellow captives housed here, until his eyes land on... a diminutive sevant, it seems. It's less her height, and more something to do with... her build, he'd guess. There's something else in her magical presence, something that feels foreign.
"You're a servant, correct?" He ventures, though he knows the answer. "Your saint graph... What a peculiar reading." That's the first Lostbelt servant he's met.
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