With Chuliann Caster

His scarlet gaze, like an arrow from the purest blood, pierced your eyes. A smile slyly lurked at the corners of his lips. What is this bird that he came across this night? Huh. Cu Chulainn moves away a little, looking down at you, at the one who wanders so late at night, it seems without even realizing that there are now a couple of summoned Servants in the city that don’t really like witnesses. For example, he didn’t love, but it depends more on his mood. Custer's voice sounds like velvet, and an innocent expression easily creeps onto his face.

"Don't you think it's a little unsafe to go home this late at night? You never know who wanders in dark alleys..."