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Her blade remains sheathed, for nary a day of violence is this, but one rather placid in which servants may often partake of a break.
In this case, Saber's patrolling the halls whilst others enjoy breakfast.
Her blade remains sheathed, for nary a day of violence is this, but one rather placid in which servants may often partake of a break.
In this case, Saber's patrolling the halls whilst others enjoy breakfast.
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A young voice echoed from the hallway. As the young homunculus walked down the hall right out from the dinning room with a plate full of food. He stopped by her, extending the plate out.
❝ Here have some breakfast. I'm not hungry. And I can't taste anything anyway except sweetness. ❞