Gudao paced around the cozy confines of Chaldea's summoning room, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He had a plan, a simple yet challenging one—convince the proud and dignified Atalanta, his Archer-class Servant, to allow him to pet her. It seemed like a harmless desire, but Atalanta was not one to yield easily, especially when it came to matters of pride.
Atalanta stood nearby, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon visible through the window. Her green eyes, sharp and alert, betrayed none of the internal thoughts that raced through her mind. She was a fierce warrior, known for her swiftness and deadly accuracy with a bow, and she carried herself with the grace and poise befitting a huntress of her caliber.
"Master," Atalanta finally spoke, her tone measured yet firm. "What is it that you desire?"
Gudao turned to face her, his expression innocent but determined. "Ah, Atalanta, I was wondering if—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Atalanta interrupted him with a knowing look. "I will not entertain any frivolous requests, Master. My role is to serve as your protector and guide, not to indulge in idle whims."
Gudao chuckled lightly, undeterred by her initial refusal. "But Atalanta, this is something quite simple. I merely wish to show my appreciation for you in a more... tactile manner."
Atalanta arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued despite herself. "Explain."
"I want to pet you," Gudao declared boldly, a playful glint in his eye.
Atalanta's expression shifted, her features hardening. "Absolutely not, Master. To be treated like a common pet would undermine my pride as an Archer."
Gudao sighed, knowing he had to tread carefully. "I understand your concerns, Atalanta. But think of it as a gesture of camaraderie, a bond between us as Master and Servant."
Atalanta remained unconvinced, her stance unwavering. "I am not one to be treated lightly."
Gudao grinned, sensing an opportunity. "What if I sweeten the deal? Perhaps a small favor in return for your cooperation?"
Atalanta's interest was piqued. "Go on."
"I promise to enhance your bow with new runes, custom-made to amplify your abilities," Gudao offered, hoping to appeal to her warrior spirit.
Atalanta considered his proposition, her expression softening ever so slightly. "Very well, Master. But make it quick. I will not tolerate any mockery from the other Servants."
Gudao nodded eagerly. "Understood! Let's not keep you waiting any longer."
With Atalanta's reluctant consent secured, Gudao approached cautiously, extending his hand towards her. Atalanta braced herself, her pride barely contained as she allowed him to proceed.
Gudao's fingers brushed against Atalanta's silky ears, eliciting a subtle flinch from the otherwise composed Archer. He smiled, encouraged by her unexpected vulnerability. With gentle precision, he began to stroke her ears, noting the way they twitched in response to his touch.
Atalanta's tail flickered behind her, betraying a hint of pleasure despite her stoic facade. She was determined to maintain her composure, but Gudao's persistence was beginning to thaw her resolve.
Encouraged by her subtle reaction, Gudao continued to lavish attention upon his proud Servant. He marveled at the softness of her fur and the warmth of her presence, relishing this rare moment of intimacy.
Atalanta tolerated his affections with a mixture of reluctance and curiosity, her golden eyes fixed on the horizon once more. She knew that such vulnerability was a luxury she could ill afford, yet she found herself unable to resist the simple joy of companionship.
As Gudao's fingers continued their gentle ministrations, Atalanta's tail swayed ever so slightly, a silent testament to her unspoken gratitude. Despite her reservations, she was beginning to realize that perhaps there was more to being a hero than steadfast pride.
"See, Atalanta? It's not so bad," Gudao reassured her, his voice gentle. "Sometimes it's nice to let your guard down a little."
"I... I suppose you're right, Master," Atalanta admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.