"Ruler Class, Wise King, Gilgamesh. Current overseer of this War. How may I be of service?" Gilgamesh spoke with authority as he approached Rodric. There was a Golden ripple next to the bed to which rose a bejeweled throne to which the Wise King sat upon never breaking eye contact with the Priest.
It has only been moments however it felt as if Hundreds of hours had passed as Rodric felt the Ruler was looking through him, as if reminiscing or recounting some memory. He did not know if it was a good memory or a sour one, he hoped for the former.
Being in the Presence of the Ruler was mind numbing, why? For the Overseer to visit him it had to be something serious. The Italian winced for a moment as the air around him felt oh so Heavy, It was borderline smothering him.
Luckily the Ruler noticed his silent plea.
"Ah, it appears I was being... heavy handed." The Ruler confessed as he waved his free hand as a clicking noise echoed in the empty room. "It seems as I have gotten too used to my Prana being ever present in my presence. Apologies for my misconduct."
"No harm Done Your Majesty, I suppose it should be I who should ask for forgiveness for my... weakness." Rodric had read over the previous Summons of Gilgamesh, Archer, Caster, Saber, and Even Berserker all of which Came out on top in their respective Grail Wars. All of which had a Massive Ego that Nearly costed them the Win. The Italian made sure his voice was neutral as to not upset the King of All Heroes deciding my speaking of Old Mesopotamian Tongue."Might I ask why Your Grace has visited this Lowly Priest?"
Gilgamesh's Shoulders shook as one hand covered his mouth while the other pressed upon his stomach in an attempt to stop his laughter. Something he Failed at doing.
"FUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Roars of his laughter echoed in the room as he wiped his eyes of the moisture gathered as he composed himself with a cough... he coughed Once... twice... thrice. "Hah..., Apologies. It HAS been quite sometime since I heard such Formal Tongue from a Commoner and much more from a Priest of the Holy Church. But Seeing as You are quite Puzzled as to Why the King has graced you with his presence I cannot help but smile from the nostalgia and Roar in Laughter from the Formalities especially from my own Forgotten tongue no less!"
With a Happy sigh the King's Hand was raised where a Golden ripple made itself Known to Rodric as it produced a Card around seven inches in length and three inches in width passing it to the priest looking intently at his hands. "Take this Card and keep it on your person. A Gift for the Joy you brought me."
'What's... this supposed to be?' Rodric tilted his head to the left as he squinted his eyes on the blank card. It was colored that reminded him of Rusted Bronze, there was no indication which was front or the back of it. Seeing as the King was still in a Good Mood he took his shot. "My Liege, what is the Eye of Sirius?"
The Smile Disappeared and was replaced with an unnerving frown as if Rodric had asked how his Only Friend Died in detail. Gilgamesh drew a breath then looked at the obviously terrified priest.
"You do know of What Magecraft is correct?" Gilgamesh Asked as his eyes narrowed towards Rodric.
"Magecraft or Thaumaturgy is the ability to bring about what is possible through science with supernatural means; although the process is considered a miracle, the result is not." Rodrice replied earning a short nod from the Ruler.
"Correct, Now I shall impart you with some Knowledge about your Eye of Sirius. It is an... enigma, a Singularity that does not follow the Ranks of the Mystic Eyes, I shall assume you are informed about them?"Said Gilgamesh as he earned a nod from Rodric to Continue."Rainbow smites The Jewel outranks Gold. These are the Rankings. By that Distinction How would you rank the Eye of Sirius?"
"It cannot be Gold as it Was Pale Blue, It cannot be Jewel for it is not a 'True' Sapphire by it's Pale Glow, Nor is it a Rainbow for it is Pale Blue... I have no way to classify it..." Rodric answered
"That is Correct as it is a Man-made Mystic eye same as your Magecraft... A Bastardization of a Miracle. That is all The Information I am willing to impart... for now." The King raised his hand to produce two goblets from the Golden ripples above him to which A drink was poured into it. When Both Goblets were filled the Ruler passed one to the Priest which Rodric accepted."A Toast for the beginning of thine Journeys! A toast for the Meeting and of Course a Toast for you health. Shall we Drink, Priest?"
Rodric toasted with the king having his goblet clink with the one the Ruler had and Sipped the Contents to feel refreshed as if he was never tired. He looked at Gilgamesh who adorned a smug smirk as he deposited his Goblet patiently waiting for Rodric to finish his. "Is this?"
"Rejoice! Priest as I have given you another gift in the form of Ambrosia... a diluted version fit for your Mortal form. Now anything Else that boggles your mind?"
"Might I inquire about this... card?"
Gilgamesh grinned.
"And Give away what Fun That Old Man has gifted me to do whatever I wish by being the Grail's Overseer? HAH, Most unlikely Boy." The Ruler noticed the downridden atmosphere that Rodric exuded and sighed."It is as I said. A Gift for the Nostalgia. That is all. May the Eyes of the Kaleidoscope favor you in this Grail war. Prepare for you have 3 years before it Officially begins."
With that The Ruler disappeared within the Golden ripples.
"...dric...Rodric!" Rodric flinched as a smacked had connected to the back of his head courtesy of Elizabeth... who was pissed... Oh Dear..."You FINALLY had the Decency of noticing me after Thirty minutes of you staring at an empty space?!
If there was one thing Rodric had learned within his stay with them... Elizabeth did not Like being ignored. Apparently He had Ignored her, Rodric did.
"I can explain."
"No, No, No Mister Spaced Out and Card Gripper! You will be subjected to... Execution— OW! HEY!" Elizabeth indignantly cried out as she bared her teeth to Father Charles who had a goofy grin. Similar to... Oh No.
"As Much as I would Love to watch this Lover's Quarrel I need to Inform Both of You that We have a Mission in three days time. and I need Both of You to be at your best especially you Elizabeth so STOP, Hovering over your Boy toy and Rest up in your Room."
Elizabeth would have gutted Rodric and mend him just to Gut and Mend him. Luckily Father Charles was in the Right place in the Right Time. Being Compared to Lovers was... weird but it was better than the Alternative being... Tortured to an extent by the Nun who can Literally Mend things making them seem [Brand New].
The Brunette Stormed out of the room and a few moments after Father Charles did the same.
"So... This Eye of Sirius is similar to what Magecraft is to Magic..." The Italian muttered to himself as he tried to recall what Abilities or Tall tell signs of the Man-made Mystic Eye. All he could recall was Fire.
"Why Hadn't Father Charles Ask about the Card I have on me?" Rodric looked at the Gift from the Ruler only to find the top left portion of it had turned into gold. Feeling the drowsiness pull him into bed he laid there staring at the card until he slumbered, aptly pocketing the Card.