It was early in the morning in the dormitory of a luxurious apartment when the ringtone of a phone rang, waking up a certain magus who sloppily stood up and reached the phone and answered the call.

"Mr. Albios? I hope I didn't wake you up." A feminine voice in the auricular spoke with a tone of professionalism and elegance.

"Hmm? Well, you kind of did… what is it?" The magus retorted slightly annoyed of having his dreams suddenly interrupted by the person on the other side of the line. The magus was known as Harrison Ventus Albios, a former member of the Magus Association currently working as a Bounty Hunter for whoever paid most, and while he recognized the owner of the voice as the person who hired his services, that didn't help at making him hide his annoyance at his contractor's imprudence.

"I'm truly sorry about it." The speaker replied, clearly not showing the slightest repentance in her voice. "But I called you to remind you about our appointment at nine o'clock at the-"

"I know, I know, Convention Center Patrick Johnson. Is that all?" Harrison interrupted her, feeling his irritation growing more and more from hearing the speaker's explanation. He considered himself a professional bounty hunter who had been in the business for over twelve years, so he naturally didn't need a babysitter to remind him what he had to do.

"Nothing at all." If the speaker was offended by his behavior, she did an excellent job at concealing it. "Make sure to be presentable and punctual and take precautions to not being followed by no one."

The magus attempted to make a snarky reply but the call was quickly cut, which annoyed him even more. "Way to start a morning…" Giving a quick look at the clock on the nightstand and calculating his time until the meeting with his client, the magus saw no point in going back to the bed and went to the main room of the apartment to take a quick shower and order a breakfast to the room service, only to be greeted by a curious sight.

In the middle of the room, in front of the obscenely big TV the hotel provided, a young woman watched old cartoons with a serious expression, while she absently munched the rests of a chocolate bar, surrounded by the wrappers of many other candies. The woman in question had her bright blonde hair tightly tied in a braid that reached her waist and her bangs almost covering her bright blue eyes had it not being for the metal plate that prevented it and covered her forehead; she was wearing a pale blue chest plate over some ragged clothes, seemingly made of some animal skin; her legs were modestly covered by some brown leather skirt and boots with a thin trim of white fur, however her way to sit left her underwear visible for whoever wanted to see, making the bounty hunter to put an actual effort at not stare too much at her.

"Lancer, what are you doing this early?"

The woman acknowledged as Lancer snapped out of her trance with the TV and looked at her Master with stars on her eyes. "Master, this is incredible! I have spent the entire night exploring this so called channels and I gotta admit humanity has grown so much from my time on this land! The human spirit is quite something!"

"Is that so?" Harrison asked, mildly amused of his Servants excitement, while he studied the damage she had done to the minibar and the rest of the living room. "Thank god the contractor is paying for this…"

"Did you say something?"

"Nothing at all. Say, in about an hour I'm gonna met our client, do you wanna come or want to stay here?"

Lancer remained thoughtful for a second and then answered. "Well, I'd rather stay here, but I was summoned by you to be your lance thus I will follow you."

"Really? You don't need to force yourself…"

"I'm not, so get dressed already so we can part towards our destiny! …meanwhile, I'll continue watching this to see if this rabbit can outsmart its bald hunter."

Harrison let out a chuckle as he directed to the bathroom and, taking off his clothes, his face grew serious as he stared at his own scarred body with the mirror. His slightly muscled body had awful burns all over his body, almost covering his body by complete, and passing his hand that had his Command Spells with the form of a six petals flower over his left eye, which he had closed all the time, he muttered. "Just a bit more, Caroline. Just a little bit more."

A brunette woman in her late-twenties sighed as she finished making the last call for the morning appointment and directed to the main office of her boss. She was aware of how hard was to work in politics, considering the strained situation with other countries and the issues with the illegals coming from the frontiers, but the new duties that had been assigned to her were way beyond her capabilities.

Magic existed. Despite how ridiculous and childish that statement was, reality had first proved her that it was true when a weird tattoo appeared in the left hand of her boss in the middle of an internal affairs meeting out of nowhere. The man who she responded to decided that the most prudent thing to do was to investigate thoroughly the mysterious mark using federal resources which lead to some secret society called 'Magus Association' that performed a sort of ritual named 'Holy Grail War' or something like that, and much to her chagrin, he somehow believed the whole circus and began research everything he could about the charade so he could supposedly form part of it. However, the charade turned out to be real and not an elaborated scam when, after her boss ordered her to acquire an American relic, making special emphasis in the American part, so he could summon a 'familiar'.

"My, my! Mrs. Secretary, joyous the eyes that greet you this beautiful morning." The manly voice that saluted her caused a little shiver to creep on her back, still remembering how the owner of the voice had appeared out of thin air in a cloud of golden dust, making her pass out of the shock.

"I believe I told you my name was Elizabeth Moore, or perhaps I didn't made myself clear enough Mr. Archer?" She turned to look at the man known as Archer, who let out a small chuckle as he bowed slightly at her and started walking right beside her, both going to the same place.

Archer was, in few words, handsome. He looked just like an actor from Hollywood's Golden Age, wearing a white pristine three-piece suit, matching shoes, with an elegant red shirt and a white hat adorned with a buckle in the form of a rabbit covering his golden shaggy hair; but for Elizabeth who knew his real identity, that appearance was nothing but a façade to fool others from his real nastiness.

"Now, now, don't be like that. We're on the same side, remember?" Archer candidly answered, clearly not caring about her harsh demeanor. "Women who frowns too much like you gets a lot of wrinkles when they get older, you know?"

"Bold words from someone who didn't make it past the thirties."

"Ouch, that one really hurt! No wonder you're still single, Mrs. Secretary. At risk of being wrong, I would even dare to say you haven't gotten laid not even once in your entire life, but surely I'm wrong, yes?"

"Whatever my… bed life has been, it doesn't concern you in the slightest, but if I had to choose, I'd rather remain alone than dying pointlessly as result of a lustful moment, wouldn't you agree Mr. Archer?

"I wonder about that…" Both Elizabeth and Archer kept straight faces for the rest of the walk, making everyone around them avoiding or getting out of their way out of fear of the murderous aura surrounding them, until they reached their destination: the Oval Office of the White House in which their boss and Master, the president of the United States of America Ronald Victory, studied some reports about the previous Holy Grail Wars.

"So it's official that the Americans have also found out about the Magecraft, huh?" A husky voice sounded from an old radio as the listener worked in some sort of humanoid automaton in a dark shady warehouse. "And what will be their course of actions now, Serdtse?"

"The person who hired the independent magus will tell us all the details in the meeting." The aging working man, named Stal'noye Serdtse, answered without removing his eyes from his machine. "By the looks of it, that person must have a lot of resources but very little knowledge of how magus behave, because ordinarily a Master would proceed with much more cautiousness and conceal his intentions of collaboration. A powerful amateur without a doubt."

"I don't think it's necessary to mention it, but the value of information is high, especially when it comes from another country. You must learn all you can from this American Faction without letting any of your own to be shown, it is vital for the development and protection of our dear nation. We're counting on you, Head Magus of the Majestic Realms!"

"Don't worry about it General, I won't even be going in person to begin with." With the push of a single button, the automaton Serdtse had been working in stood up and immediately began walking towards the door to go where the meeting of Master would be held. "But you're wrong in something, this isn't the American faction. There are no countries as far as magus are concerned, this is the Faction of Land." Serdtse could hear the General's shift of mood on the other side of the line, but before he could reprimand him, he quickly bid a farewell and cut the communication with him.

"I didn't take you for such a petty man, Serdtse."The Russian mage turned to see a child-like being approaching to him. He had an unnaturally rough voice for his age, his purple hair was messily arranged and had big eye bags under his tired bright lilac eyes. His clothes were an odd combination of childish and old fashioned black strapped tuxedo under a long purple jacket, clearly too big for him, with its sleeves rolled up. "I wonder how I should take this new side of yours."

"It's not pettiness when you simply don't want to deal with obnoxious people who think they are superior to the rest. Is there something wrong, Caster?"

The kid, Caster, shook his head as he stared at his Master with a cocky smile. "Not at all, I just heard you speaking long sentences and I wondered if the end of the world was near."

Serdtse scoffed at his servant and turned back to the workshop Caster provided him to keep working in his 'dolls'. "You're in an awfully good mood today."

"Heh… I guess you can say that. The Holy Grail War is starting after all, even I can't help but being a bit optimistic about it. If everything goes well, yours and mine dreams will become true." The kid servant let out a sigh as he started to fade in glitter. "Well then, I'm going with your machine to make sure everything goes accordingly. Wish us luck, we will need it."

Just as he disappeared, the magus started working on his next project, but in his mind the words of his servant resounded loud and clear. "Our dreams will become true. They will-no, they have to. I'm counting on that."

Unzer Brechlich wasn't an anxious man, actually he liked to consider himself a patient man, but even for someone like him his situation was a tad bit unnerving.

Originally, he had started researching about the Holy War during the past year in an attempt to bring back to life to his dear daughter who had died in a traffic accident which also left him terribly scarred, both physically and emotionally, when suddenly some Command Spells in the form of a star divided in three parts appeared in his left hand and not long after, some American agents appeared in front of his house asking him to be part of a faction to fight for the Holy Grail. While he had been initially suspicious, it was possibly his only chance he would ever get to participate in the war, so he readily accepted being transported from his natal Germany to Washington with all expenses covered. So good so far, but the tricky part was the present.

He had been cited in a certain convention center to meet the other Masters who would fight alongside him in the same faction, but the meeting with them had been less than pleasant to say the least. Firstly, he was checked by several agents who, after confirming his identity and checking that he didn't had any weapon with him, not that he needed as he could use his elemental magic in the worse scenario, made him enter a private room where other Masters had already arrived, but an awkward silence that no one dared to break reigned in the room.

"You're leaving your doubts exposed, Unzer." The voice of his Servant, Rider, sounding inside his head even though he was sat down beside him, snapped him out of his thoughts. Rider was an elderly looking man who emanated wisdom just by looking at him. His wrinkled face and white hair, along with his ragged black cape covering his leather armor certainly gave him the vibe of a beggar, but the German magus knew better than anyone just how powerful he was because, even though he couldn't see him straight at the face due a large leather eyepatch covering his right eye, he knew Rider had been thinking on how he would win had a battle were to start in the room. "This is the enemy territory, don't lower your guard just because you've been invited."

"Sorry, I guess I'm being too careless." Unzer adjusted his half-moon glasses as he kept watching the other people in the room carefully. "Say Rider, what do you think of the other Master and Servant?"

"Let me see… let's start with that one." The old Servant adjusted his chair and made a slight move with his head, pointing a black-slightly-greyed haired man with several bandages covering his right eye and arm, wearing a trench coat accompanied by a Norse-looking warrioress. "There's no doubt the servant is probably a Valkyrie or someone along the lines, which reduced the probabilities to her being either Saber or Lancer. As for the master, it's clear he has had his good share of battles, it will be difficult to face them head-on."

"Then there's… that thing." He continued as he pointed at the humanoid robot and the kid who Unzer supposed was the Servant. "I have no idea what the hell is that thing, but I can feel the spark of intelligence and creativity from the child beside it. Caster, without a doubt."

"It's an automaton, a variation of a golem that works at its creator's will to perform different tasks. The Master of the child must've sent it to conceal their identity but still hear the contents of this meeting." The magus said to his servant, but in his mind, he analyzed through his glasses at the machine with admiration and respect. There weren't that many magus in the world who specialized in the creation of automatons and the one in front of him was incredibly advanced, which meant that whoever was behind it was an extremely capable magus.

"I see. Well, that leaves the most troublesome of the group." He complained as he focused his gaze on the last Master present and Unzer had to agree that there was something that didn't sit well with him. At first sight he could pass as an ordinary person: dark brown hair, brown T-shirt, normal jeans, black jacket, leather boots and matching fedora without anything special that would give way he was a magus other than the Command Spells in the form of a gear containing an eye weeping blood, he didn't even brought his own servant with himself unless it was on its spiritual form. However, on a closer look, he had several scars that looked too unnatural to be caused by an accident or a battle, without mentioning that his attitude was somewhat annoying. "I can't quite put my finger on it but there's something about that man that I don't like."

"Yeah, you and me, believe me."

Suddenly, the doors of the room opened and the German magus almost fell from his chair as he saw no one other than the president of USA entering followed by a handful of other functionaries, his shock being shared by all the other occupants of the room.

"Hello and welcome to the United States. My name is Elizabeth Moore and during this meeting I'll be the spokeswoman representing the president Roland Victory, who is also the Master of the Servant Archer in this… magical event. As such, whatever question you may have for him shall be addressed to me." The brunette woman said from the podium in the middle of the room to the magus who were still awestruck by the revelation of having the president of the most powerful nation in the world, who by the way looked quite pleased at the reaction of the other Masters, fighting alongside him in the War. "Let's start this meeting by thanking you all for accepting the offer of being part of this Faction with such a short time of anticipation."

"Yeah, about that…" The bandaged man spoke, finally snapping out of the initial shock. "What do you mean by accepting the offer, as if you people were the ones organizing this? We Masters receive the Command Spells from the Holy Grail, not from you."

"Also," This time the fedora wearing man continued, raising his hand. "You requested us to summon our servants before coming here and I barely had the time to find a good one. I don't like that one bit!"

"I assure you there was a reason for that, and for that reason allow me to introduce you to our newest Secretary of Magical Affairs, Mr. Faustus Vandercolle who will explain the situation and answer all your doubts." For anyone who had researched about the fourth Holy Grail War, that name wasn't unknown. He was one of the very few members of the Yggdmillennia clan who had survived the war after the attack of the Servant Gilgamesh and the following hunt form part of the Magus Association, cutting all relations with the clan soon after the failure of their mission and going undercover for almost ten years. Some people rumored he had been killed at the hands of the enforcers or that he didn't even survived to begin with, but when Unzer saw the magus, he finally understood why no one could find a trace of him.

The ex-Yggdmillennia was nothing but a shadow of his former self. His body was completely covered in scars of bullets and cut, he was bounded in a chair wheel because his legs were no longer attached to his body, just like his right hand and his left hand was missing two fingers. His face was terribly deformed, with terrible cuts crossing his face in different angles and having lost part of his nose and a good chunk of his left cheek and ear. If he was once a proud magus, it was clear to anyone that it was all in the past.

Damn… Even his servant, who had seen the ugliness of the war and the darkness humanity is capable of, couldn't help but wince at the sight and give the man in front of them a look of pity for his terrible wounds, but soon he also noted that the person pushing the chair wheel beside the podium and stood in front of them, a woman of tanned skin and twin braids in a flower-stamped dress, was also a servant.

"Hello! I am the servant summoned by Master Faustus to fight in this war under the class Assassin. My real name is Hernan Cortez and I will serve as his assistant for the time being, pleased to meet you all!"

With that declaration, another turmoil was unleashed among the people in the room. Some were surprised that someone as famous as the conqueror of the Aztec Empire was summoned in the war, others by the feminine appearance he took and the rest by how carefree she was at revealing her true identity, which could be considered a Heroic Spirit's greatest weapon.

"Excuse my rudeness," Elizabeth spoke, confused by the appearance of the Servant in front of her. "But wasn't Hernan Cortez a man?"

"I thought you did your homework, Mrs. Secretary." The white suited servant answered retorted. "A Servant can take whatever form they want as long as it helps them in the fight for the War. Oh, I'm Archer by the way, nice to meet ya!"

The twin-braided servant nodded animatedly, ignoring the brunette who was throwing deadly stares at the blonde. "That's right, even though I was a man in life, I choose to have this body by sheer curiosity and I'm enjoying the experience so far. Now, I'm sure you're a bit surprised for why I decided to say my name, but allow me to explain: as you can see, Master Vandercolle is in a terrible condition as a result of fighting two incredibly powerful mages in the past war at the same time. As such, he needs whatever help he can get and for that reason, he ordered me to reveal my name in order to ensure a better cooperation with all of you. Isn't that right, Master?" To what the paralized man nodded weakly, looking barely strong enough to do that.

"It makes sense." Unzer said for himself. If he was honest, he couldn't see someone in the crippled man's situation winning the war, even with the help of a powerful servant like Cortez, so asking for help to the other Masters was a good decision in his eyes. "With that clarified, can we move on with the next topic? Why did you recruit us when it's clear that it wasn't necessary?"

"Because it was."

"Huh?"

Cortez, moving from the podium to the left side of her Master, he carefully took his hand showing three red dots that were his Command Spells. "Let's start from the beginning: every single one of you received your Command Spells this exact day four months ago, right? Well, turns out you weren't the only ones who received them." The tanned woman explained as she began walking through the room, passing her eyes over everyone. "Several people from all over the world received them randomly, even people who had no magical knowledge just like the president Victory over here. Apparently, the only condition to get them was to have some sort of magical potential and a strong wish for something and three command spells would be granted instantaneously, so the government of the United States hurried and recruited any talented magus that wasn't involved with other organizations and made them summon their servants as soon as possible in order to secure as many slots as possible in the War."

"And how do you know all of this?" The bandaged magus asked, suspicious of how much the woman knew of the current situation, when none of his contacts or even his own Servant didn't inform him of any of this.

"When Master Vandercolle noticed the appearance of the Command Spells, he hurried up and summoned me and, as a stroke of luck, turned out that I was the first servant to be summoned and all this knowledge was given to me automatically." Assassin answered him as one of the functionaries turned on a projector showing the satellite view of the island in the middle of the ocean, somehow causing a reaction on all the other servants. "Now continuing, the Greater Grail, which is the magical object that granted the Command Spells and summon us, was lost after the end of the Fourth Holy Grail when the Yggdmillennia forces lost it in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. But then, three weeks ago, this unknown island emerged from the bottom of the ocean around the zone where the Greater Grail was lost."

"And that island is…?"

"The grail." The infant Servant asserted, entranced by the image of the island. "Or at least it's something strongly related to it."

"And how do you know it, kid?" The lone magus quickly retorted, but he was replied by the Norse Servant.

"Because I can feel it too." The blonde girl said without taking her eyes off the picture. "I don't know how to explain it, but somehow I can feel the island calling me… it's a really odd feeling."

"Rider?" Unzer turned to see his servant nodding without taking his eyes out of the image, confirming the words of the other two.

"We have taken different pictures and scans of the island every hour but all of them had been useless." Elizabeth continued the explanation, changing the pictures and always showing a different island. "Its topography and dimensions change constantly making impossible to map up its surface, without mentioning that it has some sort of electronic barrier that renders useless all our drones. For now, we have secluded the island and created a perimeter for it so no one can get in, so for now the island is still a secret for the rest of the world but who knows for how long it will remain like that, so, if we believe the scarce informs we managed to get about this Holy War, once we win it the island should disappear on its own."

Then, the president of the US, who had remained silent the whole meeting, stood up and, drawing the stares of everyone present, he approached the podium and exclaimed. "Listen well! It is only recently that I came in contact with the magic and I'm relatively less experienced than all of you. However, I believe we were chosen by destiny to succeed on this battle! Together, we will win the Holy Grail and with it, this nation will flourish like never before, becoming a pinnacle of perfection and greatness; and once this is over, I'll personally make sure that all of you will be greatly rewarded for your assistance, so be proud of being part of this meaningful moment in the history of this country."

"Hold on! What on earth makes you think we will simply give you the Holy Grail to you?! And for such a stupid wish?!" The German magus felt incredibly annoyed by that ultra-patriotic speech that implied he would simply give away the only chance he had to bring his daughter back to life to this delusional man, a sentiment apparently mutual for all the other Masters.

"Yeah, we have our own goals we can only archive with the Holy Grail and give up on them for you out of all the people!"

"As expected of Ronald Victory, your arrogance knows no limits. Sorry, but i don't intend to risk my life in something like this, only to waste the prize on something as foolish as the well-being of a country!"

"What did you say?! You all should be honored of being part of this glorious moment!" In just a single moment all the Masters prepared their spells, the automation looking particularly threatening with its armament ready to be displayed, just as Victory's men pulled out their guns to shoot at the magus and all the Servants pulled their respective weapons for impeding battle that seemingly was about to start. The atmosphere in the room could be cut with a knife, but before a fight could start and potentially start a massacre before the war even started, a certain voice broke the tension.

"Okay everyone, please calm down." Cortez put herself in the middle of the room, attempting to break the murderous intents from both Magus and Servants. "Fighting like this before even facing the real enemy will only come to bite us in the ass later. Let's just make a temporal truce until we get the grail and then we will discuss again who should have it, but only until then, not before. We don't want to make this too easy for those on the other factions, right?"

Slowly, everyone lowered their killing intents and settled down; accepting the proposal of the tanned servant, but Rider looked curiously around the room. "Well, it might be a poor-timely, but I believe that after such display of power, introductions are in order, wouldn't you agree? But before that, there's something that I've been wondering about for a while: why are there only six Masters here?"

"Well, about that…" Elizabeth answered somewhat ashamed. "We weren't fast enough at gathering Masters and it seems that the last Master not only summoned their servant without us knowing, but, according to our scanners, he also found a way to sneak past our defenses and he's already near the island bay."

Unzer had no idea of what kind of person the last Master was, but he had no doubt that if they were capable to even fool the American Navy and get close to the island before anybody else even knew it existed, it had to be a truly fearsome magus he had to be wary off.

For Andrew Norvello, his life couldn't suck any worse even if he wanted to.

About four months, the red mark had appeared on the back of the left hands of several magus and ordinary people across the world. Under the orders of the Mage Association, several families, the Norvello among them, were given the task of investigating the phenomenon that seemed linked to the failed Holy Grail War that had occurred ten years ago and now it threatened to reveal the existence of magic, but instead he decided to use that as the perfect excuse to accomplish his own goals. Using some methods that would've put other much more prudish magus into shame, he followed the rumor of a mysterious island that had emerged from the bottom of the ocean and infiltrated in the private yacht of a millionaire family as a cleaning employee to get closer than anyone and, if this island turned out to be related to the Holy Grail, he would use the opportunity to summon a Servant, win the war and wishing whatever he wanted. That was the plan, but fate had other plans for him.

Firstly, the millionaire family he had to work for were a haughty couple of prigs with two arrogant jerk sons who brought along a bunch other equally snooty prigs whose only two skills seemed to be licking each other asses with fake flattery and making his and the rest of the crew's lives miserable. Secondly, the island turned out to be real, but because of some sort powerful magical interference, the yacht suddenly stopped working and the radio was damaged, so he was stuck with this insufferable people for unknown time. And thirdly and the most vexing fact of all, a little girl had beaten him at the summoning of his servant!

"Seriously, fuck my life." The young magus said as he smoked his last cigar during his break before he had to pass through the torture of having to serve drinks to spoiled teenagers who would drop them over his head.

"Try to liven up, it could be worse." A girlish voice spoke behind him, causing him to sigh in defeat as he remembered his most epic fail.

"Yeah? How so?"

"Let's see… you could be dead and your corpse being devoured by sharks."

"At this point, that would be a blessing." Andrew turned to saw a thirteen-year-old girl with long bright yellow almost white hair staring at him with a cheerful smile. "What do you want, Clarisse?"

"It's Miss Clarisse Goldenleaf for you, and I want you to teach me magic!" Clarisse was the step-daughter of the owner of the yacht and the girl who sneaked in Andrew's quarters and summoned his servant by accident, much to his disgrace. Compared to the other members of her family, she was considerably kinder and approachable but her rotten spoiled nature was still strong and present in her.

"Saber talked you about it again, huh? By the way, where is she?"

"She had too much free time and the kitchen needed help so…" The Italian magus facepalmed as he couldn't believe that the most powerful class of the servants was being used for such a mundane thing as a kitchen helper, though in retrospective, it kind of suited her. "What?! She looked happy to help and the chefs seemed pleased to receive some help, you egoistic jerk! Now teach me magic!"

"I'm egoistic?! Who's the one ordering around selfish things?!" Andrew really felt like quitting, giving everyone on the ship a piece of his mind and going back home even if he had to swim back the whole way, but he took a deep breath and reminding himself the reason why he was there to begin with, he sighed and directed to the blonde girl. "Fine. I have to work now, but after the sunset, when my turn is over, I'll teach you some simple spells.

"Really?! Yay!" And just as the magus parted ways with the little girl who was jumping around happily, he cursed himself for not learning how to hypnotize people before boarding the damned yacht.

James Cayne jumped to his bed after he arrived from the meeting of Masters. It wasn't even midday, but it felt extremely tired from what had happened there… or maybe it was because he was supplying Berserker's mana and it was pulling a toll on him. Speaking of which…

"Berserker?"

"Master, you called from my services?" From a cloud of golden dust, Berserker appeared making an odd pose. He was a tall pale man with messy spiky cyan hair, sharp teeth and a dark stubble. He wore a black lab coat under grey colored suit, but what really stood out was his metallic hands and the tiny blades that came out of the edges of his suit. "Has the time for me to show these majestic talents finally arrived?"

James let out a joyful laugh as he thought in what a good decision was to not bring Berserker with him to the meeting. "Not yet. The people who brought us here ended up being the government and they will take us to the island where the real battle will be held in a few days, so for now, we'll just take it easy."

"Oooohhh! So the leaders of this corrupted world are the ones moving the strings of the destiny behind the scenes! And our battlefield being nothing other than an island of certain doom where anything can and will happen. But do not fret Master, because regardless of whatever wicked purposes the hounds of capitalism may have, this mad servant of yours shall take you to the road of victory!"

"That's what I like to hear!"

"Nonetheless, about the proposal I made you earlier…"

The magus threw his Servant a dark stare as he raised his hand with the red marks on it. "I already told you I won't do it, but if you still insist in that, should I use a Command Spell to make you forget that?

"I assure you that's not necessary in the slightest my Master." Berserker said, making an exaggerated bow that made him look as if he wanted to touch his feet with his face. "That was nothing but a simple suggestion, but if you don't find it pleasant I'll drop the whole affair."

"Good. Now tell me what are you working in?"

"Oh, you'll find this more than fascinating Master." Berserker leaded his master to the bathroom, where James found a scene that looked straight out of a horror movie. Blood plastered all over the floor, instruments of surgery scattered all over the floor and, back in the corner of the shower, a bizarre creature of black fur with six red eyes, four arms and a pair of grey wings shook alarmingly as it made a feeble shriek from its twisted muzzle. "A tracking-specialized chimera made from a dove and two rats I found this morning. The materials weren't the best, but I'm confident it will do its job because I enhanced its sight and sense of smell to its highest degree!"

The mad scientist presented proudly his little creation, but his master didn't show the same sense of enthusiasm his servant had. "Fucking Christ, Berserker! What the hell?!"

"I'm aware that his appearance isn't very pleasant, but I can assure you this spawn of the netherworld will obey whatever command you may give it."

James passed his hand over his brown hair, both admiring the skill of his servant but also a bit disgusted of the lack of morals Berserker had, and got out of the bathroom not being capable to resist any more of the stench the room had. "Okay, put that thing somewhere else, I don't want to watch it anymore, and clean that mess for god's sake. The cleaning lady is going to have a heart attack if she sees that." Berserker felt crestfallen to hear his Master saying that when he heard him also saying with a cocky smile. "And after you finish that, teach me how you did it. I'm interested to see how the hell you transformed some rats into that."

"Of course! Better be prepared, my master, because I shall spare no effort in teaching you the dark secrets behind my great techniques of bio-transmutation! Under my wing of tutelage, you James Cayne, will become the ultimate magus capable of even rule the world with just the tip of your finger."

The magus let his body drop on the bed for a second time and closed his eyes, ready to take a quick nap and drown in the back of his mind the doubts he had of having Berserker as his Servant.

Servant stats

Class: Assassin of Land

True Name: Hernan Cortez

Titles: -

Master: Faustus Vandercolle

Source: Historical Facts

Region: Mexico

Gender: Female

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Hidden Attribute: Man

Parameter

Strength: E

Endurance: E

Agility: D

Mana: B

Luck: EX

Class skills

Magic Resistance C

Her Resistance is product of being in contact with Aztec mages and their magecraft rather than to actually practice it.

Presence Concealment A

Instead of hiding her presence, it makes others not to pay attention to her and consider her a 'non-harmful entity'.

Personal skills

Empire Destroyer B

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Silver Tongue ?

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UNKNOWN SKILL A

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Noble Phantasm

UNKNOWN NOBLE PHANTASM Rank-? Anti-?

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Hey there! Nothing like some world-building to start off a story!

Sorry that it took me so long to update, I had to send the last Servant profiles and real life always gets in my way so I can't focus enough on my fanfics. But I'm hopeful next chapter won't take so long to be here.

Anyway, thanks a lot for your reviews and PMs you've been sending me, they keep me going on. Now that the first faction has been officially introduced, tell me what are your thoughts on the Masters, what are you guesses on the Servants or simply tell me that I suck. Freedom of expression!

Also, I'll be putting this Servant format every time a servant's identity is revealed, so tell me what you think of it!

Next time will be the Faction of Sea, so wait for it!