[Suzerain of Sheol]

Leilah frowned, vexed at the Spirit's retort. She had assumed she would be in control in this relationship, and Rasputin apparently considered himself her equal, if not her superior. She closed her eyes and focused for a moment on the mana running through the Command Seals concealed under her glove. She would likely need them before this was through.

"Assuming you will always be listening, as well," she answered, "then I believe our first task should be one of espionage. I expect nothing less than flawless observation of all six other masters and their Servants, while I am engaged in parley at the Palace."

Leilah turned to where she knew the Spirit still hovered, his presence apparent only through the contractual bond they shared. "Do not under any circumstances engage the other Servants in combat. Our war must be a war of shadows, and with that in mind, take extra care around Assassin. He may be a match for your black arts."

Her orders given, Leilah stepped into the washroom to make herself presentable for the meeting. She did not expect most of the other Masters to even accept the invitation, but the opportunity to take measure of those who did was too valuable to pass up.