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“The big guy with the spear…” Miko whispered as she tried to remember how she perceived his aura. Looking around and focusing on searching for it specifically, she eventually pointed to the southeast and answered, “I think he’s about a kilometer that way.”
“You can see it, then.” Diomedes said with a smile, “We knew the location of his Master’s base from sharing information with them; that was a test to confirm your capability. Well done, Saito Miko.”
“Th-thank you.” She answered reflexively, but suddenly remembered that helping him was also helping Rusalka advance toward whatever goals she might have. “W-wait, Diomedes-san. I’m not comfortable helping you fight this war if your Master’s going to get a wish granted from winning. Don’t you feel the same way? What if she wishes for vampires to take over the world? Why are you okay with working for a monster like her?!” She asked, slowly raising her voice as she spoke with less and less discretion.
“Do you care which question I answer first?” The Lancer asked with his eyes narrowing.
“N-no…” Miko gulped, realizing that she may have run her mouth more than she should have.
“First: we Servants don’t choose our Masters, so I’m making due with the hand I was dealt. Second: my Master told me her wish right away, and I consider it tolerable. And last: what gave you the impression that your world wasn’t already ruled by vampires?” He answered.
“H-huh…? Y-you’re joking, right?” Miko asked in disbelief. Had Rusalka lied to him about the state of the world so that he’d comply with her wishes? Or… could it actually be true? Miko knew that there was a lot going on that she didn’t know about, but she really didn’t want to believe THAT was one of the world’s secrets.
“They aren’t a unified organization, and my Master’s wish pertains to gaining an advantage over an opposing faction.” He answered cryptically, “We’re using each other to advance our own goals.”
“That… can’t be…” the girl muttered, disheartened and struck practically speechless by what she was hearing. The nonchalance that he spoke with, as though it were a matter of obvious fact, dealt a heavy blow to her reluctance to believe it. Sitting down on an air-conditioning unit, she looked down into her hands, unsure of what she should do. At this point she was worried that she would start losing track of what was and wasn’t real.
Raising her chin from its slump with a couple of his fingers, Diomedes knelt down so that she would meet his gaze at eye-level. “You have beautiful eyes, Saito Miko. You see things that no one else can.”
“I…-” She stammered, unable to articulate a clear response.
He explained softly, “When you use them, you’ll use them for yourself, and for me. When I fight, I’ll fight for myself, and for you. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Diomedes-san.”
