"Thank you. Breakfast was delicious as always." In the cool morning light, Yui Shousetsu appeared to be enveloped in brilliance. It wasn't hard to imagine why the housemaid froze for a moment while clearing the table. She was entranced. That unblemished, alabaster skin... Those wistful eyes, glistening as if damp with the morning dew... And those ethereal lips... Shousetsu had always had pale skin, but the otherworldly beauty that radiated from it in the early morning light was known only to the housemaids and a select few disciples. Although that heavenly glamor had briefly intoxicated the housemaid, a look of dejection crossed her face next. This morning was the same. Shousetsu had hardly touched her food again. Aside from the smallest sip of soup, nothing else had been eaten. Not the rice, not the pickled vegetables, not even the lavish salted salmon. "Please forgive me. The food obviously wasn't to your liking—" "You misunderstand. I enjoyed it very much." Shousetsu's earnest eyes regarded the housemaid. "It has always been my nature to consume a modest diet. Please forgive my discourtesy every morning. I am eternally grateful to you all." The words almost sounded like the truth.
"...What a wicked Master you are." Shedding the Spirit Form, Shousetsu's Servant, Minamoto-no-Raikou, shrugged. As if observing some pathetic, shambling beast, the masked Rider watched the tearful housemaid hurry away and addressed Shousetsu. "Her love is unrequited, I expect. How cruel." Rider did have a good point. Shousetsu felt a degree of guilt over these humans, maids and students both, whose furtive glances conveyed a passion beyond friendship or allegiance. Firstly, she had not been born in a natural way. Hers was an artificial life; in the nomenclature of Western magecraft, she belonged to a subcategory of homunculus. Unbeknownst to the ones who gazed at her, she shared neither their race nor even their species. Secondly, her life... "Your time is limited more than most. If you mean to set the world aright..." "You need not remind me, Rider. I will obtain the Waxing Moon and right the wrongs of this world. That is the sole purpose of my existence." ...would be fleeting. Yui Shousetsu's body was approaching the limit of its operational lifespan. Her alleged inclination for a modest diet was a lie. It was simply that a body awaiting death had no need for food any longer. As the food could obviously not be absorbed as nourishment, she could do little but refrain from eating and hope that the leftovers would feed another.
Yui Shousetsu did not eat. For her wish to be fulfilled, she had no choice but to commit every fiber of her being to the Ritual.
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of yui shousetsu & rider.
In the cool morning light, Yui Shousetsu appeared to be enveloped in brilliance. It wasn't hard to imagine why the housemaid froze for a moment while clearing the table.
She was entranced.
That unblemished, alabaster skin... Those wistful eyes, glistening as if damp with the morning dew... And those ethereal lips...
Shousetsu had always had pale skin, but the otherworldly beauty that radiated from it in the early morning light was known only to the housemaids and a select few disciples.
Although that heavenly glamor had briefly intoxicated the housemaid, a look of dejection crossed her face next.
This morning was the same. Shousetsu had hardly touched her food again. Aside from the smallest sip of soup, nothing else had been eaten. Not the rice, not the pickled vegetables, not even the lavish salted salmon.
"Please forgive me. The food obviously wasn't to your liking—"
"You misunderstand. I enjoyed it very much." Shousetsu's earnest eyes regarded the housemaid. "It has always been my nature to consume a modest diet. Please forgive my discourtesy every morning. I am eternally grateful to you all."
The words almost sounded like the truth.
"...What a wicked Master you are."
Shedding the Spirit Form, Shousetsu's Servant, Minamoto-no-Raikou, shrugged. As if observing some pathetic, shambling beast, the masked Rider watched the tearful housemaid hurry away and addressed Shousetsu. "Her love is unrequited, I expect. How cruel."
Rider did have a good point.
Shousetsu felt a degree of guilt over these humans, maids and students both, whose furtive glances conveyed a passion beyond friendship or allegiance.
Firstly, she had not been born in a natural way. Hers was an artificial life; in the nomenclature of Western magecraft, she belonged to a subcategory of homunculus. Unbeknownst to the ones who gazed at her, she shared neither their race nor even their species.
Secondly, her life...
"Your time is limited more than most. If you mean to set the world aright..."
"You need not remind me, Rider. I will obtain the Waxing Moon and right the wrongs of this world. That is the sole purpose of my existence."
...would be fleeting.
Yui Shousetsu's body was approaching the limit of its operational lifespan.
Her alleged inclination for a modest diet was a lie. It was simply that a body awaiting death had no need for food any longer. As the food could obviously not be absorbed as nourishment, she could do little but refrain from eating and hope that the leftovers would feed another.
Yui Shousetsu did not eat. For her wish to be fulfilled, she had no choice but to commit every fiber of her being to the Ritual.