A silent moment came across the two as Liam coughed up. "Ummm, I'm Liam…" The man introduced himself with an awkward smile.
"Servant of the Spear, Lancer. Scáthach of Dún Scáith, you are my Master, correct?" Liam gave a look of uncertainty. "Do you have seals on your left hand?" Liam raised an eyebrow before he looked at his gloved left hand.
He reached out and removed his gauntlet from his forearm, revealing a dreaded and scarred forearm with the left hand having a burnt mark, on top of it however laid a trio of command seals, one was shaped as a dragon's head, neck and its wings being forged together, the second was a skull that had a hood that covered its eye holes, only revealing the bony teeth and cheeks of the skull, the last was a long poled weapon, the infamous weapon of the Grim Reaper,a Scythe with a pair of skeletal hands holding it by the middle and near the blade.
"Is this...enough proof?" Liam asked with an uncertain voice, Lancer smirked as she nodded.
"That'll suffice. What shall we do, Master?" Liam looked with uncertainty before he covered his forearm with the gauntlet.
"We'll have to get information. But on a sidenote…" Liam gave out a sheepish look to the Servant. "Can you teach me about Servants and being a Master?" He asked with a hopeful look. Despite his appearance, Lancer can only muse on how of an oddball her new Master is.
"So, I'm...I think I'm good with the lessons…" Liam said as he looked at Scáthach's explanation that was written on a blackboard that the living room had. "So these Command Seals...have absolute command on Servants?"
"Yes, they act as a safeguard. There are Masters, who often order their Servants to kill themselves if the Servants proved too much for them." Scáthach explained further, Liam on the other hand was looking pretty terrified.
"S-So, knowing that...will you kill me?" Lancer blinked at her Master before shaking her head in dismay.
"No, for all I know you're unwilling to be a Master and have no ill intent after I told you about the Command Seals." Scáthach smiled upon her Master, who let out a sigh of relief. "It's good to see that my Master still retains his virginity and decency."
"Ahahaha…" Liam laughed nervously. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Sometimes, Scáthach needs to remember that her Master is also a dense fool in some senses. "Umm, Scáthach-san?"
"Nevermind that, Master. It's nearly night now…" Liam blinked once, twice, thrice before he got pulled back to reality.
"EHHHHHHH!? How long was that lesson!?" Liam yelled in disbelief.
"Approximately around seven hours, we have gotten a break to eat lunch and luckily we got some frozen food to cook." Lancer shrugged. "It's best for you to go sleep in your room, Master."
"Chotto-Chotto...You take the bedroom and I'll take the sofa. How about that?" The Servant of the Lance gave a look of annoyance.
"No, I'll-"
"Lancer-san, don't make me use a Command Seal for this kind of thing…" Lancer scoffed as she doubted her Master. "By this Command Seal…"
'I will not cave…' Scáthach thought as her Master continued the chant.
"I order you, Scáthach, the Servant of the Lance…to-"
'I will not cave!'
'I-I...caved…?' Liam was sleeping comfortably on his sofa, Lancer sneaked out of her Master's-well, her room apparently...and accompanied her Master. Truly, her Master was an odd one if she was to call him anything. 'Why?' She gave herself an inspection, what part of her Master made her caved and lost to him without the help of anything?
Liam moved in discomfort as he grabbed the pillow he used and hugged it. Lancer mused to herself before she lifted her Master's head and sat on the sofa and let his head on her lap. He smiled softly as he snuggled in. Lancer traced her finger through his hair before looking at his worn out coat that was placed on the armchair's headrest.
She needed to learn more about her Master…
What made him this stubborn at life that he must force her to comfort herself and put himself in the least comfortable item in the living space. She felt the fatigue of the day. It felt foreign and alien to the female warrior. She had been supplied a large sum of prana by her Master, yet she felt fatigued and tired.
Shrugging the feeling off, she drifted asleep where she had a smile on her face.
"Hngggg…" Liam grouchily opened his eyes before he met the sights of his Servant, sitting on the sofa, having her lap acting as his pillow for the night. He blinked in surprise before he sprung up. "S-Scáthach-san!?"
"Mattaku, Master…" Scáthach muttered out with a sleepy tone. "Keep it down."
"B-But…" The Servant smiled at him before she caressed his cheek.
"Hush. What time is it?"
"...I don't know to be honest…" Liam scratched the back of his head. "And didn't I tell you to sleep on the bed?"
"And leave you here alone? I don't think so, Master." Scáthach shook her head with a light-hearted smile.
"So, what to do…" Liam got up as he scratched his hair. "We don't have school...and I'm currently a bit too old for school…"
"Or we could open up our own café." Scáthach offered, Liam looked at her with a very much overreacting look of astonishment.
"That's a wonderful idea! Now, the question is where do we get the money…"
"I think I can help you with that." A voice came out as Liam yelped and held onto Scáthach. "Oh, well I didn't knew that you two were lovers." The voice spoke in an awkward tone.
"Who...are you? Or rather where are you?" Liam asked as a man in robes walked out of the shadows of the stairs. "How the hell do you get so sneaky?"
"I'm an Assassin-Class Servant. I have Presence Concealment, don't tell me you don't know." The man deadpanned, he wore a white robe, having distinct red accents by the collar and the lower parts of the robe, a red sash by the waist with an iron emblem of sorts, a leather shoulderguard placed on the left, having an additional white cloth and a silver gauntlet on the left forearm. On his lip however laid a single vertical scar. "Ezio Auditore da Firenze, at your service, Master."
"Wait, Ezio? As in the Assassin from the game, Assassin's Creed?" Liam asked with a curious look.
"Hmm, you could say that, while I am fictional, I am real right now. In the flesh, or rather as you, magi call it. Mana or prana." Ezio shrugged.