"Oohhhh, I never thought that you'd bring toys. Modern toys...is that a silver bullet loaded?" The man asked with a gleeful tone.
"It is. What is your business however…?"
"I'm being requested a favor by Zelretch, know the guy? White beard. White hair. Trollish look. You ever see that guy?"
"...Yes…" Liam sighed as he put away his gun. "S-Sorry...I just get a little...touchy when I get exposed...you shouldn't have done that." Liam said with a bitter tone.
"You're no stranger to killing, are you, kid?" Azazel asked with a questioning look. Liam can only look upon his gauntlets and unsheathed a pair of bloodied hidden blades.
"No, I'm no stranger, in fact killing...is my partner in most times. Death is...not far from me." Liam admitted. "So, what do you know from Zelretch-san?"
"You are a Designer Baby. You are not designed for...general purposes...you were born to...kill. Well, you did kill people, but as far as the man knows...you're a good man, both physically and mentally. You often broke orders, compromised, but when they want a substitute, they can't outright replace you, they need to challenge you with another candidate and every match that you were matched with, you outright murder every single one of the issued replacements in both brutality, efficiency and endurance to take hits and slices. You are a unique one he said. That's all I heard from him, he's been wanting to give you a normal life and is currently...doing politics on your status. The magi on your world really outdone themselves if they think you are nothing, but a tool. Y'know that?" Azazel asked as Liam gave up a tear on his cheek.
"Heh...I guess...my life isn't really that useless then huh?"
"No, but for now, let's just run this business. I've been asked to take care of you. And I'll let you know this, Kuoh is under the territory of both Gremory and Sitri Clans. You better be careful if you don't want to get caught and turned into a Peerage member." Liam's heart dropped as he began to shiver.
"I never thought this would be a thing…" Liam rubbed his temples. "But that aside...I'll be preparing tomorrow's Soft Opening…" The young man began to work his way to the bar before he took up a chilled ice-filled glass and poured in some gin and then some tonic water before adding in lime juice before stirred it and garnished it with a lime wedge. He then got another ceramic cup before he added a small amount of hot water and added in some lemon tea instant package before stirring it and added in cold water with some ice.
He brought the two cups to a table for two before he sat in front of the man, who grinned as he took the cup of alcohol. "To the café?"
"To the café, bottoms up." The two then bumped their cups before downing their drinks.
"Oh God, that hit the spot." Azazel laughed. "You really would be a good butler if you were one, Lee. No doubt you would be so good that they'll make you a Queen for it."
"But I don't wanna be a puppet, so yeah. There's that." He took a sip of his tea. "Sometimes...Instant packet beats original. Gotta love em for being so quick to make."
"Haha! You got that right, but not for alcohol! They're best served as they are!" Azazel and Liam laughed as the doorbell rang.
"Wait wha-"
"Excuse me, Master." Atalanta came in, wearing a green shirt with a yellow coat, a knee-length skirt with a pair of bows covering her cat ears with a pair of high heels and a pair of black framed glasses "But I noticed that thou has been away for a while."
"Yeah...I'm just being hired by this guy, so...business...I need money if I wanna survive here." Atalanta sighed at the man.
"I understand, Master, but thou should be weary of the people around you." Atalanta warned, Liam felt a shiver up his spine.
"D-Duly noted, Atalanta-san." The Servant nodded before she looked around. "I suppose you need some help running this store? Ezio knows his brew and Scáthach can serve."
"Ahahaha, Ezio-san, yes. Scáthach-san? I'm not so sure." Azazel laughed as he downed his drink.
"Not a few days and old man has dropped three Servants for you, huh? That old man sure knows taste."
"Thou shalt not try anything, unless thou wants a pair of broken hands." Atalanta warned with a pair of glaring eyes.
"Tsundere?"
"I met her just now, she's nice. But yeah...I got no say on her." Liam shrugged.
"Master, thou know how to make tea?" Atalanta asked as she placed her right hand on her hip.
"I know one better than that." Liam sipped his tea. "Apple tea." And from that time on, Azazel knows that Liam can simply pull the heartstrings of each Servants that Liam was given.
Atalanta sipped her apple tea as Liam washed the cups. "Seriously, you two think I should be serving mostly tea or add coffees and ice blends into the menu?"
"Tea is thee only concern for me and thou must respect it." Atalanta formally addressed before Azazel chided in.
"I'm here for the alcohols, not those."
"Sometimes you two are useless." Liam mused before he continued washing before setting both glasses of both glass and ceramic to dry. He got a pencil before he took out a notepad. "Tea, what do we got?"
"Apple Tea, Jasmine Tea, Green Tea, Black Tea, Lemon Tea, Infused Tea and as far as I'm concerned passion fruit tea, why is that a thing, Master?" Atalanta asked with her usual accent.
"Because it is a thing, Atalanta-san. And do note me as Liam for the sake of our secrecy." Liam deadpanned as he wrote the list.
"Forgive thy, Mast...Liam-kun. But that does not answer me question."