[Merlin simply smiled - this wasn't magically binding, unlike Yuuko's usual deals. Rather, it was simply his habit to advise. While this was very, very far from the prophesied event that was Artoria's drawing of the sword of selection, Merlin couldn't help but sense the potential weight of Watanuki's response. Of Yuuko's choice to send him to Merlin instead, consequently changing what might've come after, for better or for worse.]
Yosh. Then, we have an accord.
[Now he made his way to the trapdoor, lifting the thick, silver ring with the bottom end of his staff to reveal a wooden staircase.]
Let's get you settled, shall we?
[Like, in case Watanuki wondered where he'd sleep and all.
Also: the tower itself was medieval in build, but the furnishings were different. The hallway leading to the rest of the rooms was decorated with replicas of various artwork.
The oldest of these, portraits from the time of King Arthur, remained hidden. Merlin could've simply unmade them, of course, but he always ended up leaving them be, in a separate room that he never entered since he created the Tower.]
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Yosh. Then, we have an accord.
[Now he made his way to the trapdoor, lifting the thick, silver ring with the bottom end of his staff to reveal a wooden staircase.]
Let's get you settled, shall we?
[Like, in case Watanuki wondered where he'd sleep and all.
Also: the tower itself was medieval in build, but the furnishings were different. The hallway leading to the rest of the rooms was decorated with replicas of various artwork.
The oldest of these, portraits from the time of King Arthur, remained hidden. Merlin could've simply unmade them, of course, but he always ended up leaving them be, in a separate room that he never entered since he created the Tower.]