Chapter 97: Appearance of the first Throne

"Pretty as ever.""Here."

A special smoothie after their first late meal of the day, just the way she liked it.

"Thanks."

The food was amazing, even though they were simple things. It was not about flavors when he made something for her, but more about the emotions and aesthetics.

He was damn good at it.

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Miss Rin did not ask them much about anything since she could tell they were tired and were taking their well needed rest, and since she had checked up on them earlier this morning, she knew what might have transpired in that place…

At least she knew a little about their plays.

When he went down, he asked Misha to look after the two little creatures as she did last night, and the three were happy to play around as well.

They were happy and Miss Rin did not tell him anything about what Alex had talked with her about.

She needed some time to think about it as well, so she left the two of them for the day.

"Here."

And now that the time had come for the big thing, she handed him the silver card that had just been left on the table all this time.

"You want this."

"Yes…"

He was thinking about what to do with the card all night after she told him the true meaning of having this servant that will do everything in their power to ensure the safety of their master.

They would kill and they would die if it meant the safety of their masters. The masters can restrain them through orders, but the servants would inherently want to protect their masters and things would become complicated in the situation where things are a little too complicated.

The death of the masters meant a great deal to the servants.

For them, they aren't just going to be reborn, but their death directly affects them in various manners.

They lose a part of their memories with their masters, they lose some of their powers, they even lose the levels that they had gained with their masters.

Having a servant was the same as having a child that one will first have to look after and when they grow up a little with the levels and achievements, they would protect their masters as if they are their everything.

"Haaaa. Alright."

For Elio who did not want to see someone he cherished put into harm's way, the existence of someone who would willingly choose death even above the orders of their master in certain cases, this servant was more of a problem than a strength.

He would need to resolve himself a lot if he wanted them on this journey, but there are always things that one could not control.

"Place it on your head."

If there were some downsides of having a servant, they were one of the closest friends one would ever meet in this world as well.

They were unique beings that were only a fragment of their true forgotten selves of the past.

They were different from the Familiars, or any physical being of this world– or even spirits, for that matter.

No one knew how they came into being, but there were some cards like these scattered all throughout the world and occasionally, some got their hands on them.

When they choose to accept them as their servants, they are committing to a lot of things, and it isn't good all the time.

He knew how difficult it might be, so he wanted to think a little more about this, but… she convinced him how it will be good for him and for them going forward.

"Alex-."

"No point in overthinking anymore. You are doing it."

He did not want to kill. But, he still needed strength.

And this servant would be his answer to that predicament.

This was what he needed the most right now. A weapon that would fight for him.

"Haaa…"

She might not be around all the time, so, in times like that, he would need someone to be his sword. And, all servants, according to what she had known through her experiences, were capable of that much.

"It's good. You need this."

Holding it with two fingers and his thumb, he touched the silver card to his forehead.

"Call it… your first servant."

There was a name, a unique identity attached to all the Servant cards.

And this one had a unique one as well.

"Oh, Sera Heru Phanim."

-OOOOOOOOOONG…!

As soon as he called out that name, a blinding bright silver-white light exploded from the card and covered everything around them.

"Answer my call…"

Words, Runes written in an ancient language flowed out of the card and started circling around Elio, and Alex knew this whole phenomenon must be attracting a lot of attention by now.

"Join me on my journey… not as a servant, but a friend, a companion, as an individual."

The ancient runes gathered and circulated around Elio's arm, and then got engraved on his right wrist like a tattoo.

Later, a unique voice spoke up…

[{( "As you wish… my master." )}]

She had experienced it several times, so she could tell he must have seen a vision at that moment.

Something only he would see, something he would only see again when the servant that he has just accepted would reach their true potential.

The card in his hand shattered into particles of serene silver light, and this silver light melted inside the Rune markings that had been engraved on his wrist.

The calling was complete.

His first servant had arrived at the calling of his master.

Elio had seen an ethereal sea of silver in his vision.

On the surface of these silver waters, a being– a person with wings as white as the purest first smile of a newborn child that births a fairy, with sun like golden hair so long that they were endlessly stretched to the silver horizon at the back– was expressing their lament as they sat there with their delicate yet mystical fair hands wrapped around their knees.

Even though that moment had only lasted for a few seconds, He felt the greatest sorrow he had ever felt at that moment.

It was weird.

He did not understand how a being could express so much sorrow…

He instinctively wanted to help that being, share some of that weight with them.

But, he did not stay in that silver sea for long.

Right when that lamenting being looked up at him with their… indescribable golden eyes, he came back to reality, to their messed up inn room.

{ "Greetings, master." }

And, what he saw as soon as he opened his eyes, what stood before him was the being that would be known as the <First Throne> of an individual who will hold a unique position in this grand Junction of Origins…