And Sitting Ducks

We were sitting ducks. That was a comparison that I did not wish to say, but in a sense, that was what we sort of were.

I was inside of this manor with my two servants—and they themselves didn't have much to offer yet.

While that Ashter Bouw may have died, there weren't any reports from Walter either and I wasn't exactly enthusiastic about speaking with him—the man sometimes got on my nerves.

Which to be fair was because he was an actual Blood Servant, his memories,  consciousness... his everything was mine for the taking and I did. Meanwhile I hadn't done that either for Rose and Eleanor, which once again showed biases that were perhaps quite fitting of my nature. I never really was the person who only operated on cold rational logic, no matter how much I wished that could be so.

So what was there for me to do? I sighed and levitated one of the magical grimoire towards me.