Requested by: Midnight49
Current Client: Shakespeare
Irisviel: Who – who are you?
Shakespeare: Why, I am William Shakespeare, playwright of the ages.
Irisviel: Shakespeare? As in the Shakespeare!? Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! I – I've read all your plays! I'm a huge fan of As You Like It! You practically invented the English language! I love all your big weird words...
Shakespeare: You know my work? Excellent!
Irisviel: Oh yes! My husband also enjoys your plays. We used to read them together.
Shakespeare: Ah, true appreciation for great literature is still alive and well in this modern day, I see.
Irisviel: Yes, yes! Your work is read less and less these days, or brushed off as vague and difficult, but there are some like me who still enjoy the antiquated works. But, I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be doing my job here. Is there a, er, complaint you wish to have addressed?
Shakespeare: Ah, yes, it is my fellow Servants. None of them have so much as opened one of my books, and they express no desire to.
Irisviel: Oh, so you want to be appreciated by your teammates?
Shakespeare: Why, yes. What else is there for a writer?
Irisviel: Hmm, I've often heard that the mind of a writer is a strange place... I'm no writer, so I can't hope to understand your motivations completely, but I will do my best. I'm afraid patience is the best policy here. After all, you are in the middle of a war, so there's not much time for reading.
Shakespeare: But not even our Master has read them! It is disgraceful!
Irisviel: Our Master... oh, yes, I had heard something about one Master having six or something Servants. Hmm, I still haven't gotten the truth out of my son, but he'll crack sooner or later. Strange, though, I could have sworn he was studying Othello just last month... anyway, I'm getting distracted. Just relax. I'm sure someone'll pick up a play sooner or later. Other than that, you can't really make people read them. At least most people have heard of you.
Shakespeare: It would seem you are right... but is my Master truly your son?
Irisviel: I don't know anything anymore. Nothing today has made any sense. But hey, while you're here, I have a question about Hamlet. You see, I could never figure out if Hamlet was truly losing his mind with stress and paranoia, or if it really was just an act...