Fates Supports/Camilla Beruka
Camilla: Hello, Beruka.
Beruka: Lady Camilla. Do you have an assignment for me?
Camilla: Not at the moment. I simply wanted a chat with my darling retainer.
Beruka: Is that an order?
Camilla: Ahahah! So cold, Beruka.
Beruka: I always obey your orders, of course. I know my place. But if there is no assignment, I would rather not waste time talking.
Camilla: Oh? In that case: I formally order you to bide a while and talk.
Beruka: ... I'm not...a good conversationalist.
Camilla: Ahaha, I know that full well, dear Beruka. Would you rather I had you do something to amuse me?
Beruka: I am an assassin, not a court jester.
Camilla: Oh dear. Have I upset you? I only tease because I love, dear. Surely you understand.
Beruka: I wouldn't know...
Camilla: Hoho...what would I do without you?
Camilla: Beruka...do you recall the circumstances of our first meeting?
Beruka: ...Please don't remind me.
Camilla: You kept repeating something, over and over... "I can't return until you're dead." You reminded me of a doll whose windup mechanism had broken.
Beruka: My orders at the time were to kill you.
Camilla: Oh, I remember full well. I warned you not to attempt it, but you were miles away, mentally.
Beruka: For an assassin, the mission is everything. To abandon it is unthinkable.
Camilla: Yet you didn't kill me.
Beruka: No. But only because you hired me on the spot.
Camilla: Becoming your new employer was the only way I could see to save you from yourself.
Beruka: I wasn't saved. I only took a better offer.
Camilla: Is that still how you feel about me? I'm a generous paymaster and nothing more?
Beruka: It's hard to say. But our professional relationship is what keeps me at your side.
Camilla: In that case, if another patron were to offer you an even greater sum... would you accept a contract on me, if you were so ordered?
Beruka: ... I might.
Camilla: Oh dear.
Beruka: But I would need more than money from any new master. I would also have to trust her more than I trust you.
Camilla: Ah! Well. That is something of a relief.
Beruka: Lady Camilla...
Camilla: Hello, Beruka. What can I do for my favorite retainer?
Beruka: I will never betray you as long as I remain in your service.
Camilla: Beruka, I didn't doubt—
Beruka: I will carry out every mission to the letter of your command. I was afraid you might have misunderstood me last time. But I have only ever betrayed one employer.
Camilla: The man who ordered me dead?
Beruka: Yes. He double-dealt and went back on his word. I took his contract only because I was desperate. But I couldn't trust him. That's why I took your offer immediately.
Camilla: And what if the day comes when you meet an employer more trustworthy than I?
Beruka: I would sign on with her without hesitation.
Camilla: Ask a silly question, I suppose...
Beruka: But I don't expect to meet an employer more trustworthy than you, Lady Camilla. You've always been kind to me, though I have nothing I can give you in return.
Camilla: Beruka...you discredit yourself.
Beruka: All I can do is to carry out every mission you give me to the letter.
Camilla: That is all I ask, dear. But don't throw yourself away in the process. I don't want to lose you. You're too important to me to watch you die on my behalf.
Beruka: ...Is that an order?
Camilla: Yes. Yes, it is.
Beruka: Understood. My employer's orders are absolute.
Camilla: See that you follow them to the letter.