"Beats me you heard him he said 'soon' could be two minutes, could be ten. The best thing to do right now is to have a seat. Or go pray with the nun girl. Either way I'm just going to sit down with Saber. My feet are starting to get sore anyways." Leon said as he went to the nearest pew and sat down on it before yawning. He could still feel the numbness in his hand from losing as much blood as he had. He quickly began to eat more of his food, careful to avoid getting it everywhere. Saber on the other hand remained standing. "So Lancer...what's the deal with you and Diarmuid. Legend says he took your wife. And you left him to die. I can't say I'd be happy having my ex-vassal roaming around especially when he's a natural enemy." Saber said as she walked over to the alter and looked up at the cross above it. "Truth be told I'm sure many of my former allies would want me dead too. Some for hypocritical reasons." Saber asked as she wondered to herself if this was all some sick joke by her god. There were literal gods in holy grail wars which meant that her god was likely too powerful to be summoned. Was he the one behind all of this? Spending time in America had mellowed Mordred a little she had wanted to see the big parts, the modern era...but back at Leon's home she had grown to appreciate the quiet nature of the suburbs...if not hate it for the same reasons.
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