Novel & Cerita Fate Grand Order Servant

I was desperate to get her to like me. "You don't get it, do you?” She leaned back in her seat, rolling her eyes. “No matter how much you dress a servant up to look like a king, he would still be a servant. Why? Because a servant's blood runs through his veins. No matter how much we try to tweak it, you can never be the perfect fit for Saint.” "Ma'am—"

Serving in a military family household, the servant naturally adapted to the strict and organized system in their daily routine that it became no different than a military camp. Once all the servants approached their master, they quickly greeted him enthusiastically, though the rules were strict and the family was of high rank noble status and authority, they treated their people well and sincerely. Most servants are even reluctant to retire from service due to their loyalty and sincere affection for the Fans. “Greetings Master!” “Greetings Commander Fan!” “Welcome back, My Lord!” The commander, upon being greeted then finally let out a small smile, barely visible, and said; “Mmm, where is y

I added. As if I can seduce him. He is hard as rock and cold as ice. I do not even think my warm body can melt whatever he is made of. The servant shrug. “Well, to be honest, you got the looks. You just do not know how to prepare. Or even brush your hair?” she asked. “Look… not because you’re a slave and a rogue, it means you’re going to let yourself reek. Fixing your face by doing a simple hygiene routine won’t hurt,” she said.

He looked quite young, just a bit younger than I was. He had short brown hair that mended well with his face, with dark orbs for eyes and a calming smile. "Oh sorry, I am such a bloody idiot, so my master always tells me. My name is Pedro, at your service. I have been assigned by the Elders Hal to be your servant." Pedro finished with a small bow and a warm smile. I eased up on him a little bit, he seemed to be harmless. “The Elders, are they here?” I quickly asked him. I wasn't aware that they would be here.

I asked again, and she smiled lopsidedly, blinking her eyes for the first time at me. "What did I do? I just sang a hymn. Do call me when you need me again. It's a pleasure to finally be able to come and serve you, my lady. I have been waiting for your orders and for you to call me since your birth," She said before holding the end of her long skirt. "Wait. Who are you?" I asked. "Me? I am your servant. A servant, who is born to serve you," She said before smiling, her eyes turning ‌black.

"The temple can't do anything to me. The mistake it did was let my mother touch me. I thought you said the temple knows all." "What are you talking about?" she asked. "I'm taking about the Raven Warlocks." "Agatha!" her voice was whisper but threatening nonetheless, "Don't go down this road." She shook her head. "Wait," I look at her carefully, "You-" "Ango," she grips at me, " Reversio." I go on my knees, "Somnio."

"Really? That's included in the benefits?" "Yes. He's a very generous man, he'll give more benefits if you're good." "Wow, I can't wait to work here. Is the food unlimited?" "Of course. There's a daily servant's buffet." "Seriously? Please hire me now." She finally smiled, then said, "what's wrong with you. Are you deprived of food? No wonder you're so thin." "Of course not. I have a fast metabolism, so I need to eat a lot." "You'll get fat here."

Charles sighed regretfully. “Please, don’t feel guilty. I know you are doing everything you can. The only reason I haven’t lost hope in meeting His Grace is because of you.” A smile brightened Charles’s face. Receiving praise from a noble lady for his work was a rare delight. It motivated him to try even harder. “I will do everything I can for you, miss.” “I am deeply grateful for your service, Barkley.” Before Charles could notice how time had flown, a servant hurried in and whispered something in his ear. Apologizing, he asked Isabella to wait for him in the sitting room and quickly left.

I can't comprehend the feelings this man elicits from me. He laughs again. The hair on the back of my neck stands out, a sense of danger and excitement bubbling up within me as he looks at me through wild strings of his glossy locks. "Why, I'm conceding to your wishes, Ms. Foster. From this day forward you shall be my lovely apprentice."

“I swear if I’ll ever see his face again, I will smash it into the rocks and take out those red eyes of his.” “What about Shadowhunter, Arth,” Eli said. “How was it fighting against him?” “Very difficult,” Arth replied. “That one’s very tricky, as he can hide and jump out of nowhere.” “Yeah,” Eli nodded, “such a pain dealing with him.” “I wonder who the other High Servants were.” “We’ve captured one of them. Jack did.” Arth turned towards the man, who had long black hair and a sharp face, staring at the dancing flames. Jack had been quiet the entire time. Arth never seven saw him talk. Sometimes he’d get reminded of Janshai only by the face.