[Gallagher]

"Merlin," Erik repeated, crumbs from the woman's hand sticking to the chocolate and fruit on his own when they shook hands. For the first time in what felt like weeks, the man smiled. "Yes, actually, my brother—" Before Erik could finish his sentence, however, his servant burst into the bakery He only blinked as he was swept into an embrace, the remainder of his bread sent tumbling to the floor. And just as fast as Saber had ruined his meal, the man had turned away from Erik. "Oh... what about a militia?"