AN: Short stories of the various no-name Master's that only Yhwach would remember.

Father of the Quincy: To the Fallen

He was but an ordinary Magus, or perhaps, Spirit Hacker was the more applicable term these days.

Even so, his father and grandfather both reminded him time and time again about their glory days.

The times where even if Magecraft had been dwindling, Magus's would still advance.

One step at a time, one family head to another, passing on and improving upon our foundations.

None of that mattered when the Mana in the air began to fade away just as the Phantasmal Creatures faded away all those centuries ago.

Despite how far removed he was from the times of where Mysteries could be enacted, if anything else… he wanted to see it.

So what if Magecraft could be replicated by science?

Technology had stagnated, modern marvels outside of the virtual space had barely advanced since the past handful of years.

It was a dull world where the only fantasy that could still be found in was through computers.

Through using their Magic Circuits, they were able to circulate their Od into technology and read information through it.

Despite the potential of it all, none of it would change the world.

That was why, with the discovery of the Moon Cell Automaton that recorded all of the world's history… was it not the closest thing to the Akasha?

That which was sought after by his forefathers? A chance of a wish that could revitalise the world?

It was a thing straight out of fantasy.

Would he be able to live a good life in that era?

The accumulation of Mysteries to reach the Root.

Wasn't that what constituted as a good life for a Magus?

Passing the preliminaries was easy enough, and simply the accomplishment of becoming a Master filled his heart with joy.

Just meeting his Archer made him more fulfilled than he ever had been before.

A True Hero.

There was no other way he could describe the man who accepted him as a Master.

They had become friends very easily.

Sharing chickpea soup together, getting swole together in their Private Room, telling each other stories…

"The Grail is something that tempts both men or spirits." Archer said as such.

"I agree. Honestly, I'm not sure if I can make a correct wish, you know? Magus's like me have a bad reputation… haha…"

"If you don't think yourself as worthy, then go perform acts of goodwill. That's all there is to it."

That was how Archer responded to his self-inflection.

Of course. Wasn't there all there is to it? To live a good life… is to do good. Sure the world was a bit dull but… it wasn't wrong, right?

Yet, that kindness costed him his life as he let the little girl of a Servant passed by him and Archer in the Arena.

The poison coursed through his veins within seconds.

And with the last of his breath, he commanded his Servant for the first and last time.

"Attain Victory, Archer!"

All of his Command Seals flared and disappeared just as his soul was deleted.

Roche El-Melloi Sophia-Ri Archibald was but another soul claimed by the Moon Cell, and discarded upon defeat.

Her family's business had never changed even with the loss of mana in the world.

With codes of conduct, elegance and familial loyalty… their household had transitioned from Magus to Spirit Hackers smoothly.

But she was not satisfied… even so, she could not be satisfied when she was always held second place to her older sister.

While their family was a family of mercenaries and the lost of magecraft did hurt their capabilities greatly, they made up for it through gathering detailed information of all their operations.

She wasn't needed. She had failed on a crucial hacking operation, resulting in her cousins being killed by the Harway's guards.

It was her fault. Her sister, oh so generously, took over her role in the family in addition to her already existing responsibilities as heir to the family.

She couldn't be content with such a state of affairs. It wasn't possible to resent her older sister for it, yet she did.

She had always imagined that her failure would garner her an assassination or betrayal as a way to cull the family lines. It had never been done before, their family was loyal to each other to the end.

Yet, her insecurities led her to feel that her worth was already non-existent when her sister still lived. Eventually, her paranoia grew as she continually isolated herself from her loving family.

The Moon Cell Holy Grail War.

Her sister would not touch that "bloodbath" no matter what, citing it as foolishness.

So she did so in her stead. It would prevent her from getting assassinated, and if she won, she wouldn't have to fear such a thing in the future.

An Assassin Class Servant was summoned for her.

Wu Zetian, the last Empress of China was but a tiny little girl with powerful poisons at her disposal. Oh, and lots of torture techniques.

Her cute appearance gave them an easy opening within the first round, allowing them to kill the enemy Master.

Or so she thought.

The enemy Archer stood up, barely affected by the poison as if he had Poison Resistance.

His fading form had reformed by the power of Command Seals.

"Fine then…" His bow was raised, they were in a tight corridor.

They were trapped.

There was no time for fear.

"STELLA!"

The Lone Meteor Stella annihilated their chances of victory.

Margaery Edelfelt would never know that her funeral was attended by her entire family.

Her sister Luvia Edelfelt cried the most.

First Week: Day Six

I awoke from the memories, half-pondering if the brief flashes of things that should not have been known were proof that the Almighty was dormant, yet existent.

I discarded that thought for now.

It wasn't as important as giving a moment of silence to those that had fallen.

The skills, knowledge and talents may have transferred over immediately upon their deaths on that Friday afternoon, but it was only during my sleep that I experienced their life in such a way.

Only during my sleep I am able to become the Father of the Quincies, receiving the lives of those under me in such an intimate manner.

Luvia's sister was too paranoid to go for an alteration, so I only had the Master's memories.

Kayneth and Sola Ui's son died with fulfilment upon befriending someone as mighty as Arash.

One was unable to be content with little, and the other was the complete opposite.

Children really are different from their parents, huh?

It was a Saturday morning, just one more day until Hakuno's battle with Shinji.

With her Magic Circuits open, Tamamo's status had increased by one Rank in all parameters except Endurance.

I offered Hakuno the chance to receive my power for real instead of relying on the Quincy Bangle.

Only time would tell if she will accept such a thing.