Lancer - Understands master

It quietly knelt down as the escapee staggered to his feet, so that it could look him in the eye, and—

“____ ___ ________ ” said it, with words that the mage could not understand. The escapee replied to it.

"______ ______” it responded, again quietly.

And then, the Heroic Spirit reached out and lifted the wounded escapee into it arms.

“Thank you. We have formed a contract.”

It spoke as if to a friend of countless many years—and so, the escapee felt relief. He was granted life. His heart swelled large with emotion. He knew he would have to flee no more—and at long last, he could collapse.

“Im... possible... impossible! This cannot be!” His shouts echoed about the forest. Unable to understand what he was witnessing, the mage waved his gun about.

“This is preposterous! I will not stand for this!” he yelled. As he did, he aimed his gun. And at the end of his barrel laid—

A silver-coated wolf, its fur stained with blood and dirt, resting in the arms of the Hero.

“You troglodyte! This just... you have no abilities to speak of ! You are a mere chimera! And you are a Master!? I cannot believe this!”

The mage continued to fiercely brandish his ornamented gun, taking careful aim.

“Please lower your gun. My Master does not wish you harm,” said the Heroic Spirit, quietly.

“Wha....”

He was surprised by the politeness with which it spoke, but more importantly, he was unsettled by the contents of its statement.

“As if ! What sophistry...”

“I can understand the language of his kind... and in any case, it is not difficult to surmise what you have done to my Master.”

The mage tried to scoff at the Servant, but it continued to speak, a solemn expression on its face. “And yet, my Master does not wish you harm. ...Do you understand what this means?”

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Fate/Strange Fake, Volume 1, Prologue 6: Lancer