Snippet #2240643

The truth was, as far as Saber was concerned, he was the master of the house and of any and all situations. That was simply how he was raised. As his father taught him, if he wanted people to respect him and obey him, he had to act like he deserved that respect. If Saber wanted to be obeyed, he had to act like he was in power. Saber could be wearing rags and filthy, but he would still act like the lord of the manor. Saber would never be a pauper simply because he could walk up to a person and demand that they give him money. With the authority in his voice, no one would question his right to make those demands.

Though Saber was surprised at the change in the servant, he kept himself composed. The change was rather sudden and very welcomed. It seemed all the man needed was a firm hand to guide him in the right direction. After some stern suggestions, he seemed to be the perfect servant. At the very least, he was well behaved and that was something that Saber knew how to control and manipulate as needed. As the servant started to walk again, Saber smirked to himself. He might be stuck here, but at least he had a servant. Saber would be comfortable until he was able to get away. Though, depending on how he was treated here, he might not want to get away. Here there was no annoying father telling him to go out and work or to apply himself more in his studies.

A different man would have been concerned over the servant’s limp, but not Saber. A self-satisfied smirk appeared on his face as he watched the servant move despite the pain. This was Saber’s power. He could make people move despite their pain. It made him feel even more powerful. Saber followed the man through the hallway and just barely avoided hitting the servant when the man stopped. Blood. For the briefest moment there was a flash of something on Saber’s face. Maybe a smile. Maybe a smirk. It was hard to tell. But all Saber could think about was the fact that a fight had taken place here.

Saber would have paid money to see that sort of intense fight. Well, maybe not his money, but someone’s money. On the contrary, instead of fleeing like the servant seemed to warn against, Saber took a curious step forward. Finally, he realized the extent of the mess and rolled his eyes. Hopefully the servant would get the mess cleaned up soon so they could go get some food. Then, and only then, did Saber see the two bodies. Wow. It must have been some fight. Though he knew he should be sickened by the scene before him, instead there was nothing.

Saber waved at the mess and simply said, “Get on with it.” He was hungry. Then servant clapped his hands and the creature Saber had just barely noticed earlier looked over. And what strength this creature had! It simply picked up the body and slung it over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Perhaps this was the master of the house. Well, at the very least, now Saber knew the servant’s name: Hassen.