[without asking directly, he's being told about what's going on in Prismatica. noble knights are good for something.

Robin, a pragmatist, sees the appeal in contracting with someone as a Master. Servants need mana and, from the sound of it, Chroma is as good as. he's sure he can survive without a Master (and he likes the freedom) but it's tempting to have a battery.

not that it's all that difficult to come across Chroma here if you're a Moonblessed. what did they call it? Moonlacing, right.]

Every month? [he can't help but blurt, baffled. more invasions? what the hell, no wonder the place is Chroma deprived. if it's like that every month, they should just give up and move somewhere else. they have the space ships for it -- cut your losses and move on.

something to look forward to in the future. how long is he going to be stuck here?]

I'm not asking each Servant who they do and don't get along with. [he's only in that party for the free booze. he also has a bad feeling about it and something is definitely going to get destroyed. maybe a building.] I'm keeping my distance whether or not we have to fight each other.

Seems like we're busy enough as it is. So, we have been summoned to fight in another war. [why else? that's their lot.]

I'd rather know who I'm working for, you know? Nobody has any idea, huh?