Lobos
The Big Bad Wolf
Thomas had paused in reaching his fork for food as Ira spoke, his utensil making a slow but sure descent to his plate as the Servant went on. His gaze went flatter and flatter yet, and by the time that Ira finished, the magus was frighteningly still.
A Foster. A mage hunter had joined a mage war, and while he couldn't be sure, nothing good could come of one of that deluded family achieving the Grail. Worse, he'd known enough about the participants that he had been able to use his name, something that implied he'd gained access to privileged information that would have doubtless been denied that wretched line of magus.
"Doubtless Ruler mentioned it, Lancer, but if you get the opportunity, kill that pretender. Even if his Servant is slain, kill that boy." The man's voice lacked inflection, even as his eyes rose to meet Ira's. "I'd come here without personal animosity, but now I have reason."
A Foster. A mage hunter had joined a mage war, and while he couldn't be sure, nothing good could come of one of that deluded family achieving the Grail. Worse, he'd known enough about the participants that he had been able to use his name, something that implied he'd gained access to privileged information that would have doubtless been denied that wretched line of magus.
"Doubtless Ruler mentioned it, Lancer, but if you get the opportunity, kill that pretender. Even if his Servant is slain, kill that boy." The man's voice lacked inflection, even as his eyes rose to meet Ira's. "I'd come here without personal animosity, but now I have reason."