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Olga Marie: Three years since you first walked through that door... substitute number forty-eight.
Ritsuka Fujimaru (Male): Director? You wanted to see me?
Olga Marie: Took you long enough. Close the door - we need to discuss your atrocious paperwork from last week.
Olga Marie: Actually... that's not... I mean to say...
Olga Marie: It's just, well... Everything went by in the blink of an eye. Your efforts were that incredible.
Olga Marie: When I was summoned as a Servant, I thought 'What?! Why?! How?!' But...
Olga Marie: Thank you. Watching you as a Master was ten times-no, a hundred times more interesting than I ever expected.
Olga Marie: And I'm glad I didn't have to just watch from afar. I'm glad I got to see it up close. So as your Director... I'll say this with no lies or pretense.
Olga Marie: Thank you for coming to Chaldea. I'm praying for your happiness as if it were my own—
Ritsuka Fujimaru (Male): Marie.
Olga Marie: Don't call me that! I'm your superior!
Ritsuka Fujimaru (Male): You know, dried fruits are falling out of your pockets again.
Olga Marie: Shut up! Just... just let me hold you for once without calculating the proper aristocratic protocol!
Olga Marie: If you tell anyone the Director cried, I'll assign you to permanent coffee bean inventory.
Ritsuka Fujimaru (Male): Your secret's safe... as long as you stop calling me substitute number forty-eight.
Olga Marie: What?! That's your designation! It's completely proper and—
Ritsuka Fujimaru (Male): Ritsuka. My name is Ritsuka, Marie.
Olga Marie: Fine... Ritsuka. But only in private!
