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Hah, you should know that I never flatter! ...And I never say no to an opportunity to drink my fill! 》A very heavy fill, mind you.《 Upon the Chariot of Zeus we ride!!!

Argh...! Those eyes... They never ceased to capture him. ..When they got themselves into the massive vehicle, he positioned her in front of him and took hold of the reins. The oxen mooed their readiness, and he cracked the reins to the accompaniment of lightning.

"No need to fear, my darling companion! My father Zeus is simply reminding us who controls this contraption," he reassured. ...Though his voice was hard to pick up in the winds that buffeted them on their trip through the sky. Her back against his chest made him grin widely.

Does she need a blanket? Perhaps a shoulder to rest on? A master needs a rested mind to give the best orders, so she should pay special attention to her sleep.

Ah, coffee. A combination of grounds and piping hot water. It seemed to keep the modern world going. He wondered at times what he might have accomplished with caffeinated soldiers. Still, a servant cannot worry enough for their master. She should show more care for herself.

Her selflessness is perhaps her greatest quality. She needn't apologize for it. ...As for what he may have accomplished... Who knew, really? He had no regrets, though, so why wonder. ...Though he does wonder how they are communicating like this. The seals, perhaps?

And he is certain that she will do a great job. She certainly has his support, and who could go wrong with the support of the King of Conquerors himself? In any case... Pondering such details was probably pointless, since the Grail told him all he needed to know anyhow.

Perhaps he will have to take matters into his own hands and sweep her off her feet. Better to sleep earlier than fall asleep in an uncomfortable position. ...Unless she simply wishes to take his hand. He'll make sure to tuck her in and pat her head.

"You certainly guessed right. This body was made for hugs!" ... And warfare, but anyhow, hug incoming. He's not giving her a crushing embracing, but it certainly is a tight one. Not to mention, he has to lift her up a bit since he's so tall.

He wouldn't do so without a word, of course. He is more of a man who gives advice in hopes that it would be heard, not one who forces himself to be heard. ...That little hand in his is nice. It shouldn't be too far of a walk to her quarters. He'll make sure she actually sleeps.

"Do you have any pre-slumber activities which you need assistance with, master? I am familiar with such rituals and would be happy to help if such is the case." That is to say, he's in an awfully helpful mood. Perhaps he could tell her a story.

"Hahah, you humor me too much, you know. This body was made to wage war, though... Hugs are certainly a secondary usage that I do not mind in the slightest." A beaming smile is upon his face... As her little face looking upon him was too precious a sight not to partake of.

✝️ pfft there ya go. Lots of work to do though! You're a trooper for taking it all on.

Tell me. What in this new age would be best to conquer first? Something physical? A place? Perhaps something in outer space? Mars or the Moon? ...Or digital space? Is that not the new frontier? And yet... The ocean still calls my name.

Relatable as can be.

𝔄𝔠𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬:

Conquest is never over. So long as a human heart beats, so too shall stir ambition!