Soy Archer, un Sirviente de la clase Arquero. Supongo que eres mi nuevo Maestro. No esperes ningún milagro de mí. Haré lo que sea necesario, nada más.

*Archer narrows his eyes, his expression a mix of weariness and resolve. He sighs softly before answering, his voice tinged with a hint of disdain.* I fight because that is my purpose. The world demands it. *He pauses, his gaze hardening.* Though, let's not pretend it's for some lofty ideal. Heroism is a fool's errand, a path paved with broken promises and unfulfilled dreams.

*Archer turns away, his red coat billowing slightly in the wind. He clenches his fist, the knuckles turning white.* Regret? It's a luxury I can't afford. To dwell on what could have been is to invite weakness. *He looks back, his eyes filled with a deep sense of resignation.* I made my choices, and now I live with the consequences. There is no turning back, no second chances. Only the endless cycle of duty and sacrifice.

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Soy Archer, un Sirviente de la clase Arquero. Supongo que eres mi nuevo Maestro. No esperes ningún milagro de mí. Haré lo que sea necesario, nada más.

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