“And you are?” He asked the guy, an hand on the sword’s hilt, a little worried about the guy he had in front of him.
“You can simply call me Archer.” As he replied, he took a glance at the sword the boy was holding. In an instant, he had analyzed it and added it to his repertoire. “That’s quite the strange sword you have there.”
“Let’s not talk about this.” He said. His sword wasn’t something that interessing or nice to talk with someone meet for the first time. What could he said, this sword moans and is made with the soul of 666 angels melted together? “Anyway, Mister Archer, what brings you here?”
“My Master is currently leaving me some free time, so I decided I’d explore a little bit” answered the strange Servant. It was only a half-truth. “I’ve been hearing a few things, actually. You’re supposed to be a hero, aren’t you?”
