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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/25/2017 3:41:44 AM
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[b]He grimly looked over to the street, thinking of what had happened to cause him the loss of the Chariot [/b]
"I was a fool, and made a grave mistake..."
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"[b]So far as expected. Continue.[/b]" [i]The King stood, cup in hand, and walked out to it, feeling around on it. He petted the oxen some, in an uncharacteristic care for them and interest in it. He listened attentively still to the Rider's story.[/i]
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"I seeked to challenge Saber, but she found me before I could discover her location. We battled on the road, in the mountains and she I charged her. She destroyed my Chariot, with her Noble Phantasm."
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"[b]A pity, Iskandar. I would very much have liked to fight you while you had this. Now I feel I only beat you while you were at a disadvantage. That is not a worthy fight or victory for one such as I.[/b]" [i]He stepped up into the chariot, looking around its inside, taking a sip from his cup every now and then. Finally, he nodded, returning to the table, and sat opposite the Conqueror once more.[/i] "[b]Whatever happened to that mongrel whelp that you called a Master, Conqueror? Do you know?[/b]"
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[b]He grimaced at the mention, and poured himself a new glass. He swigged it down once more and placed it down on the table, staring off [/b] "That is not something I wish to speak of."
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"[b]That is not something for you to decide, Rider. I am hosting this chat, so you must tell me: what became of that scrawny Master of yours after you left him?[/b]" [i]It was a cruel request, but that's what the King had aimed for. Plus, if it was a sad story, it would be all the more entertaining to hear. He sat patiently, his silence speaking for his patience on how long he could wait to hear the tale.[/i]
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[b]The King Of Conquerors sighed deeply [/b] "Very well. I will tell you, and I will start at the beginning. My master gave up his command seals, in an effort to get rid of me."
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"[b]Yes, I noticed once you were dead. It was the only thing that saved his life, to be honest. Plus, he looked to be in the path to an interesting life. My apologies, I was thinking out loud. Continue.[/b]" [i]He finished his first cup, then refilled, his eyes remaining on Rider.[/i]
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"I charged with him, into my final battle where I asked him a favor. To carry me on, as my retainer. He agreed. If you truly do not remember, you allowed him to live."
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"[b]I remember.[/b]" [i]He said, nodding slightly, then beckoning with his hand for the massive man to go on.[/i]
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"I am certain he did so, in fact I count on it, but unfortunately I do not know what happened afterwards.."
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"[b]I do not like this game we are playing. Tell me the story, now. Or I shall leave, and take my drink with me.[/b]" [i]It was not an idle threat, his eyes still locked on the Conqueror's own. He beckoned with his hand again as he leaned back, taking a drink from his cup.[/i]
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"I speak the truth. I cannot recount the tale of what he did after my death." [b]Iskandar leaned back in his chair, looking up [/b]
