I've broke my promise to make a weekly update. I am guilty. I'll try updating more often from now on.

9. The Green Haired Woman

The day had finally come.

The day that Tohsaka Rin would finally appear before the review committee. Her fate as the successor of Tohsaka family that had a rich heritage of six generations would be decided. If she was deemed unworthy, she would be stripped of her titles. Normally such a thing would rarely happen. People in the Magus Association always try to jump at one another's throats, but they would choose inconspicuous means. Challenging a Magus's worth in an open court rarely happens. It only meant that the person under trail would be set up.

But by whom? The question was a mystery. If a Magus's inheritance would be taken back, then the family's titles would be transferred to the nearest branch family. But none of the Japanese families had influence in the Association, including the Matou, so such an act was useless to them. In the end nothing made sense to Shirou. Tohsaka Rin however didn't have the same mental dilemma. It's because the woman didn't know someone was plotting behind her.

Tohsaka Rin, Emiya Shirou and Lord El-Melloi were all gathered before senate building, where the review would take place. Shirou was nervous, and so was Lord El-Melloi who although didn't show it much. Tohsaka Rin however looked calm and confident. Her confidence was admirable, Shirou thought. But knowing Rin, this could be her camouflaging her true self for the Tohsaka name.

The large wooden door opened and a young man in a blue aristocratic dress appeared, "The Senate is calling," he said before disappearing back into the room.

"Alright Rin," Lord El-Melloi placed a hand on her. "Once we go in, remember I won't be able to support you. Good Luck." He was one of the Committee members.

That was the wrong kind of encouragement, Shirou thought. Not that he expected the Lord to give any. "Good Luck, Tohsaka." Shirou gave his best cheeky smile.

The charcoal-haired woman gave him a smile filled with confidence before she walked into the door. As soon as she went in, the Lord turned to Shirou and nodded before following his pupil into the room.

Shirou knew what the nod meant. It meant that he finally has some time to investigate the green-haired girl who surprisingly seems to have tried approaching him yesterday. She was sent back by the guards, sadly. Such was the disadvantage of running an entire security unit under the influence of magic.


"She isn't here today," the bald headed man, Busso said as he saw through the telescope of the long range rifle. The cross-hairs were zoomed on the logo that read Pizza Hut.

The redheaded Takahashi Kuro took a sip of his drink before he set it onto the table and continued to work on the bigger gun in his hands. It was a shotgun that had a heavy impact when compared to an ordinary rifle. "Why the hell should both of our targets be in the boundary set up by the Association?!" The frustrated redhead gritted his teeth.

The frustration came from the fact that they having been waiting for three days in the same hotel room. The green-haired woman and Tohsaka Rin were both inside the range of the field set up by the association. The magi hunters had a good idea as for how long the field extended, and so set up their equipment in a hotel room that gave them good view of the surrounding areas.

While they didn't had much hopes on Tohsaka Rin to show up, they spotted Emiya Shirou once. Of course what surprised them most was when they spotted the green-haired woman trying her way into the Association. They kept their watch on her after that, and were forced to move to three different locations before they spotted a pattern in her movements. She only stopped at Pizza Hut and its branches every day.

"But still," Busso said, as he continued his watch. "I still can't understand how that dead girl wound up alive."

"It's obvious," the redhead said, "She must be an immortal or at least has an ability that helps her regenerate even after death."

The baldheaded man stumbled on the tripod when he heard that. He turned back, "Immortal?! I thought immortals were a myth."

"The magi have been searching for never ending life since the birth of Magecraft," Kuro snickered, "I can't believe a woman achieved it."

"Its amazing coincidence isn't it," Busso snorted in reply. "The random girl we picked for killing Tohsaka Rin ended up into a treasure."

Kuro smirked at this. Not only that. The green-haired woman for some reason was looking for something in the association, probably Tohsaka Rin and Emiya Shirou. It means that he could finish the assignment he was being paid for, while concentrating on the woman who was more than invaluable.

"Let's continue to watch," Kuro said.

"Aye, aye," Busso grunted as he shifted from one eye to the other and maintained his watch.

More than that, he also needs to learn more about Emiya Shirou, for two reasons. One, why did he carry the last name of the famous magi killer who was a legend. Two, how in the world was he tracing those words, let alone without the help of a crest.


As Shirou walked out of the Senate building, a familiar face was waiting for him. It wasn't much of a familiar face as he only recently met the said person. Not to mention their first interaction was extremely awkward.

It was Casey Finn, with his ever-princely smile. His clothes were sparkling, his hair was neatly combed. The man was perfection to its limit. Shirou disliked that, because it reminded him of the façade Tohsaka usually maintains.

"Good Morning Shero," Casey greeted with a shake hand.

Shirou was still feeling awkward from their previous talk. He ended up yelling at Casey and insulted him, something a lowly magus like him shouldn't according to the Association's hierarchical way of treating people.

"Casey," Shirou replied with a smile and shook hands with Casey.

"I presume you were here to support Rin?" Casey asked. But he spoke without letting the redhead answer. "I've been thinking about what you said the other day."

Shirou blinked, "About what?"

"Why don't we go and talk by the fountain over there?" Casey pointed to a more secluded location. The redhead wanted to refuse the offer as he had more pressing things to do, but he followed the blonde anyway.

After ascertaining that there was no one else around Casey spoke, "Believe me or not Shirou, I wanted to accept Rin's offer when she proposed me." He took a deep breath, "It was a bold thing to do, considering the amount of pride she has."

The sour fact that Rin proposed someone rubbed Shirou the wrong way, but he remained calm and listened to the blonde who continued, "She has everything, Shirou. Blood, wealth, beauty but most importantly she has a kind heart, at least by Magi standards."

Shirou nodded. While she was stringent and somewhat selfish, Tohsaka had a kind heart. She sticks to her word once she promises someone something. The pact he had with her in the Grail War was a proof.

Noticing the understanding expression on his face Casey smiled. "That's why," he said, looking at the senate building at a distance. "I wanted to tell the real reason I rejected her."

Shirou closed his eyes and shook his head, "You can share with me." If he wanted to be Rin's partner he needed to know why she was rejected by the man she proposed, as it served some closure to him.

"My father," Casey began. "Never loved me," His eyes were filled with sadness and anguish that was rarely seen on his face. "He wanted to have a son who's a prodigy. He married a woman with a good magi lineage for that. But I was a defunct," he said, "At least by my father's standards."

He took another deep breath before speaking again, "I worked hard for him, I earned a reputation for being perfect in the association. I always tried getting the top grades. But in the end, he still viewed me as a failure because I didn't have the skills to continue the research we have been working for generations."

"That's why Shero," Casey muttered. "That's why I thought I wasn't good enough for Tohsaka. On top of that my father had good relations with a Japanese family called Shinkiro; he wanted me to marry their daughter rather than Rin because he hated the Tohsaka's."

"So your father didn't want you to marry Tohsaka?" Shirou could never understand the pride the magi carried. But he wasn't in a place to comment on it.

"But your words that day made me realize something, Shero. If life were to give me a second chance," Casey sighed, "I'd fight my dad, and then marry Rin." His face was crestfallen, "Although, it seems the window has passed."

Yes, because Rin was now Shirou's, or at least till the dance. Once the dance ceremony was over, Shirou would propose her, and then if she accepts him, marry her when they return to Fuyuki.

"That's why," a fake smile crept on Casey's face. "I wanted to wish you good luck. And," he pulled Shirou in an embrace, "Please take care of Rin."

The redhead was surprised by the sudden movement. He patted Casey on the back and pulled himself back. "Thank you Casey," Shirou was more than just moved. "I'll promise," He said, "I'll love Rin to the fullest."

Any doubts Shirou had in mind till then vanished.

"Now if I may take your leave," Shirou smiled, "I have an important business to attend."

Casey raised an eyebrow, "You're going somewhere?"

"Yeah, just a small errand for the Lord," Shirou said.

Casey chuckled at this. He very well knew how the Lord could be demanding. The two men then parted. As Shirou walked out to the main gates of the Association campus, a smile crept on his face.

All he had to was catch the green-haired girl and all the problems in his life would vanish.


A state of bliss.

That was what Lelouch felt he was in, at that moment. He was hovering in the dark space, with nothing around. There wasn't any sound to hear, nothing to see, or feel.

As he opened his eyes, memories returned. Memories of what he had done as a Counter Guardian. Memories of the woman Alexia, memories of Abel Vi Britannia, memories of him saving the world from a human made apocalypse.

"I see," Lelouch muttered. All of that only seemed like a dream, as if someone else fought for him, in his name.

"You have done a wonderful job in protecting mankind," A mystical voice spoke.

"Alaya," Lelouch recognized the voice. "You don't need to speak to me to let me know things, I assume." Before he was sent to the living, Alaya simply inputted knowledge into his brain. Knowledge that made sure he didn't need to ask any questions.

"Lelouch," the mystical voice said teasingly, "Always worried about the tiniest details."

Lelouch smiled at this. "You're speaking to me because I've earned your respect?"

"One can put it that way," the voice answered. "I've sensed that I fiddling with your knowledge may have hurt your pride. So, I decided to speak to you instead."

"About what?" He frowned. He was in no mood to jest. His mind was still reeling from the things that happened in the living world.

"Has returning to the living been painful?"

Lelouch scoffed at the question. Painful? There was no worse way his heart could be torn apart. The same world he wanted to put in peace underwent terrible destruction. He saw people die in the worst ways possible. He even had to kill people for maintaining the same peace he left his life for. If he were to fight again and again, what was the point dying in the first place?

"It's not like you could delete it or something," he sighed, rubbing his head.

"I could,"Alaya replied immediately.

"Of course," Lelouch puffed the air in his lungs. "You had a way to fiddle with my knowledge, deleting my memory must be easy too."

"On the contrary, it's difficult to delete memories."

Lelouch raised an eyebrow at this. "Memories are interwoven," Alaya explained. "The only way I can delete a person's memory without him suspecting something's wrong is by erasing his memory completely."

"Then why did you offer to delete—" Lelouch paused. "I mean, erase my memories."

"I said it's difficult to erase memories," the voice said with a hint of playfulness. "But what you have isn't your memory."

Lelouch understood there was something Alaya was hiding, and it wanted to be cryptic about it. "Care to explain," he asked.

"What you are in right now is called Alaya's cradle. This is where I store Heroic Spirits whenever they are needed in the real world." There was a pause, "I'm confusing you, right?"

"A bit," Lelouch admitted. "But I have a good idea of what you're speaking. If I am correct, you must be trying to tell that the Lelouch who appeared in the living world isn't the real me."

"You're smart. I had a hard time with the others," the voice said. "Yes, as you see, sending spirits from the dead to the living is something even I can't perform as I am a system, not an existence."

In other words Alaya was like a computer or a robot, except it runs by the collective will of all the people in the world. It wasn't an existence like god or human.

"Reincarnation of spirits or sending back the dead to the living is possible only for higher existences. I, instead use my ability to exist in both living and the dead to take copies of the Heroic Spirit I need and create a pseudo summoning."

"I get it now," Lelouch smiled, "So if I don't wish to retain my memories from the experience I faced in the living—"

"I'll simply have to kill the essence of the copy that is sent back to your original spirit."

Then everything that happened earlier, or rather many years in the future, could be forgotten? It was a wondrous gift indeed. Especially because what transpired was nothing but painful for him.

"So do you want to forget everything that happened?"

"No," Lelouch simply answered. Yes, he could easily free himself from the agony he was facing. But erasing it from his memories meant that he wasn't ready to accept what happened. It was an insult to his pride. He shouldn't have any regrets with his decision. Even if it meant that his sacrifice was only a partial success.

Besides, his goal was to create a gentler place for Nunnally. It remained a gentle place till Nunnally lived. His sacrifice was a success, even if it didn't seem so.

"I admire your decision."

"And I'm glad for that," Lelouch said. "But there's something I want to know."

"I can guess," the voice said. "If I am a system and not an existence, then can't people break through me? That's your question, right?"

"You must have answered it again and again," Lelouch realized. "Yes, it means that you are helpless if someone tries to tamper with you. Just like a computer to a virus."

"But I do have a good anti-virus system," the voice chuckled. "Now it's time for you to answer my question."

"What is that?" Lelouch asked.

Lelouch Vi Britannia," the voice asked in a formal tone. "What are you to me? A virus or an update to my anti-virus?"

Before the raven-haired had a chance to answer the question, his consciousness began to disappear from the world he was in.

Perhaps, Alaya meant that the answer was something he needs to decide for himself.


Shirou looked at the large board that read 'Pizza Hut'. Was this really the place? The redhead wondered. This was the place Lord El-Melloi's familiars spotted her many a times. There were many things wrong with that of course.

First of all, why would a woman who wanted to kill them so openly reveal her location? Especially when she probably must have known the fact that she was in the boundary field of the association.

Secondly, why would a woman so dangerous spend most of her time at a pizza corner? It didn't make sense, unless the woman was innocent and has no clue about mages and familiars whatsoever. But then the fact that she was loitering around the association's building hardly made sense because there was no way she could possibly know about his location.

The more he thought, the more confusing it got. So Shirou had long since stopped thinking and decided to go with the action.

He pushed the glass doors open and walked into the air-conditioned restaurant. He extracted the photo Lord El-Melloi gave him from the surveillance footage and walked to the man standing by the counter.

The said man was in his mid-thirties. He wore a blue t-shirt over a black pant. He had a smile on his face, which he used to greet every person that walked in. Shirou of course, was no exception.

"What would you like to have, sir?" The man asked Shirou, the beaming smile still on his face.

"Uh," Shirou placed the photo on the desk. "Have you seen this woman, around here?"

The man's smile disappeared as soon as he saw the photo on the desk. Instead, a frown filled with anger took its place. "So you must be the Japanese boyfriend, she was talking about."

"Excuse me?" Shirou was befuddled.

"I hope you have come with a truck load of cash, sir," the man said. "Because your girlfriend has been quite a nuisance."

"I-I'm really sorry," Shirou gave a helpless laugh, "I'm not this girl's boyfriend. She's someone I'm searching for."

"So you do know her don't you, sir?" The man raised his eyebrows. "She specifically told her boyfriend who works in the church would come to visit her. My night shift replacement was foolish enough to get tricked by her and took her orders on credit."

Shirou scratched his head. What the hell should he do? "Can you show me the bill?" He asked.

The said man opened the drawer on his desk and extracted a stack of bills from the inside and put it before Shirou.

Shirou looked at the stack strangely, "Which of this belongs to her?"

The man laughed, "All of it."

"All?" Shirou exclaimed loud enough for everyone to hear. About a dozen pair of eyes looked at him as if he was a lunatic. All of that in five days?

"Credit or Cash?" The man asked, a smile on his face.

"I uh," Shirou looked at the bills. "I can't pay this much." He didn't even have to see how much it totaled to.

"I'm afraid we can't take that as answer," the man said curling his fists. "Now, we are normally very courteous to our customers. But—" The man walked across the table and approached the redhead who took a couple of steps back.

"I said I can't pay," Shirou said weakly as the man continued to get closer to him. Shirou realized he was in danger, and he couldn't afford so at the moment. "Look," Shirou said placing a hand on the man's chest. "There's another way I can help." The man stopped and looked Shirou in the eye. It was precisely what Shirou wanted. "Now, go to sleep."

Something strange happened then. The man who was about to attack Shirou suddenly staggered on his feet and slumped onto the redhead. Soon, he was snoring like he was in deep sleep.

"Wow," Shirou muttered as he placed the sleeping man on the floor. A couple of people who watched this realized something was wrong. "He fell asleep," Shirou said, laughing nervously. "Look, he's snoring."

Having set the man on the floor, Shirou turned his heels and walked out of the Pizza Hut as fast as he could before anyone overly suspicious caught him.

For once the basic training he took in the Magus Association had helped him out. Hypnotizing an ordinary person to sleep was one of the most basic techniques. It didn't have any use in mage combats because at Shirou's level, even a five year old magus can resist it.

He couldn't find the green-haired woman and on top of that the only lead they had on her, the Pizza Hut, turned out to be a dead end. The woman must be one hell of an eater to have made a bill like that.

"What the heck should I do?" Shirou wondered. He didn't know anything about her except that she was a voracious pizza eater. But if the woman really wanted to meet him, then she should have left him a clue, right?

Suddenly the words of the man rang in his ears.

"She specifically told her boyfriend who works in the church would come to visit her."

A smirk spread on Shirou's face. "Alright, it's time to settle this!"


"Kuro," Busso's voice carried a slight amount of excitement. "Guess whom did I just spot at the Pizza Hut."

Kuro frowned, "The girl?"

"Nah," Busso said, "Emiya Shirou. Do we shoot him?"

'Emiya Shirou?' Kuro was excited. "No, Busso. He must have come searching for the green girl."

At that moment, Kuro's phone began to buzz with vibration. "Hold the shot, Busso," Kuro said before putting the phone to his ear. "Yes," he muttered.

"Emiya Shirou has stepped out of the association building," a voice spoke. "Did you guys spot him?"

Kuro hesitated for a second. "No," he lied. "He must have gone to the other side of the city."

"Then go to the other side and kill him," the voice spoke, as if he was explaining to a five year old. "I want him dead before he puts his filthy foot in the association again."

Kuro frowned. "I thought Tohsaka was the target," he asked.

"There's been a change of plan," the voice had a haughty tone. "Tohsaka Rin will stay alive. Shirou dies. Any other doubts?"

"No sir," Kuro muttered, before turning the phone off. He was dissatisfied with the new orders their hirer had given. He wanted Emiya Shirou alive because of two reasons. One, he wanted him to hunt the green girl. Two, his projection. Had the boss stuck to his original plan, he could have used it to bait Tohsaka too and hit three birds with one stone.

"What's the deal Kuro?" the baldheaded man asked.

"Busso," he said rising to his feet, "The girl's more important than a couple of bucks, aye?"

"Aye, aye," Busso answered.

"Set a familiar to watch Shirou from outside the boundary," he said taking his shot gun. "We'll follow him."

There was a smirk on Busso's face. Busso knew Kuro pretty well, and the grim expression Kuro carried right now meant that they were violating the rules they set for the customers. It was the price they had to pay for an immortal woman. Busso though hardly cared about breaking rules.


The taxi stopped at a good distance before the abandoned church in the outskirts of the city. There were many churches, but if one wanted a secluded place to meet, the one in the outskirts made sense.

The redhead paid the fare, and continued the rest of his path by walk.

The grey building stood at a distance before him, surrounded by a couple of houses that were equally desolate. The building had a sense of gloominess that reminded Shirou of the Kotomine Church.

"Why is it always a church?" Shirou mumbled. It was as if some higher existence liked to put him in situations where he had to visit abandoned churches alone.

Shirou took a deep breath as he waked towards the church. He studied that the door was broken and made a creaking noise as it swung with the wind. Great, he thought.

The insides of the church would most likely be dark and smelly. Shirou knew he was being ridiculous, but he absolutely loathed churches. They only got him into trouble.

As he walked his way towards the building, "You have finally come." A voice spoke, halting Shirou's footsteps.

From the shrubbery around, a woman emerged, with hair that was as green as the undergrowth. She walked with steady footsteps to the center of the road, and then finally turned to him.

She had a long green hair that touched her hips, golden eyes that could only be called angelic and most importantly a naughty smile on her lips. She wore white robes that were obviously too big for her. "It took you three days to come for me."

Shirou didn't know what to say. He was speechless for many reasons. One, the woman was clearly dead when they first met. Two, he wanted to be careful. Lord El-Melloi suspected that she might have been in cahoots with the guys who tried to kill Tohsaka. Three, she was extremely beautiful.

Beautiful? He cursed the way his hormones jumped into his thoughts sometimes. The woman was dangerous and he was worried about how beautiful she was?

Shirou put the best of his frowns and asked, "Who are you?"

The question was ambiguous, but the ambiguity in it would narrow down what was her business with him when she answers it.

"Who am I?" The woman repeated whimsically. "Have you already forgotten about the contract we had?"

"Contract?" Shirou was confused. He didn't remember making a contract with her. As far as he knew she was a dead woman he carried and got him into trouble.

The woman frowned at his blank face. "Didn't you come following me because you're interested about the power you received?"

"Power," Shirou was more confused. "I don't understand what you're talking about." Was she playing with him to buy time for her friends?

But if this were an ambush and she wanted him to meet at this particular location, then shouldn't she have called them already? Were they struck in a traffic jam? That sounded silly, even to Shirou.

"What do you mean?" She was irritated for some reason. "I'm talking about your Geass. I've shared all that information with you already." She pursed her lips, "You have a twisted Geass and we're both bound by the contract. I thought we established that much already?"

"I'm sorry I don't remember establishing anything like that," he frowned. "The only thing I know is that you are a threat to my friend's life. I want you to tell who sent you and for what reason."


C.C was utterly confused. Why in the world wouldn't he remember any of the discussion they had the other day? She still remembered it clear as a day. She made a contract with him and he refused. Then he stubbornly tried to break her consciousness apart to free himself. The result was a twisted Geass.

Emiya Shirou, he was a man who worked hard for his goals and lacked only in one thing, luck. The Geass he originally received was something that could always result him a win. A Geass that causes streaks of luck and pull him from an impossible to win situation to victory. Only the most unlucky people in the world can receive the Geass. But he twisted it to something else. Something else she didn't know. It was precisely why she had worked so hard to set up the meeting they were having now. But it seems he had no memory of what happened at all.

Worse, he has misunderstood her intentions and thinks she was with someone else. This was really a problem. Explaining Geass in this situation would only confuse him more. She had to be patient, find a way to create a mental connection with him and try repairing his memory. But for that she needed physical contact. An idea formed in her brain.


"Or else?" The woman replied after a brief pause. She twirled her hair teasingly, "If you're really that bothered about your friend, then why don't you come at me?"

The woman was bold, Shirou realized. "I don't like harming women," he replied.

"That's sad," she smiled for some reason.

"Alright," Shirou said maintaining his expression. "You don't leave me any choice." He closed his eyes and muttered the two words that surged magical energy into his body.

"Trace On."

The circuits inside his body were filled with the unnatural energy. Shirou opened his eyes, "Kansho…Bakuya." He muttered the names of his favorite swords.

The twin swords materialized in his hands. The green haired woman watched the unusual activity with interest.

"This is my last warning," Shirou said. "Like I said, I don't like fighting people for no reason."

The green-haired woman gave him an amused look, as if his threats meant nothing to her. "I know you very well," her teasing smile remained on her face. "You can't harm me."

"True," he said, "But if you don't leave me any other choice…" He prepared himself in a battle stance. The woman was defenseless as far as he knew because she didn't seem like she had activated her magic circuit, if she had one that is.

The expression on the woman's face changed. Her haughty smile turned into a terror-ridden one. Her golden orbs shook with fear, as if she had seen a ghost.

Granted he said he was going to be serious, but Shirou actually didn't have any intentions to harm her. Why did she look so terrified? Was he intimidating or something?

"Alright," Shirou yelled. "Here I come!"

The woman looked at him as if she just stepped out of a trance. "Wait!" She exclaimed.


"True," the redhead said, "But if you don't leave me any other choice…"

C.C wanted to laugh. She wasn't buying his threats. She knew Shirou inside out and he wouldn't harm a fly even if it were going to do the entire world some benefit. The redhead maintained a battle stance only to threaten her.

C.C didn't judge a man just by his actions. She knew that he had no intentions to harm her and so he wouldn't. There was no reason to fear. But then—

A strange feeling enveloped C.C's heart. She felt some strange power around her. The power didn't come from Shirou but something much more powerful.

She instantly realized what it was. It was the same power that had been chasing her since the past few days she was in the city. Whatever the force was, C.C knew it was dangerous but kept quiet as it didn't harm her but only followed her.

The power had been keeping a vigil on her and—

C.C's heart skipped a beat when a powerful spirit came and landed before her. It was invisible to mortal eyes, she realized because it looked like pure energy, and Shirou didn't seem to give any reaction.

"Alright," Shirou yelled. "Here I come!"

C.C immediately realized what was happening. The power, whatever it was, was trying to protect her. It assumed Shirou as her enemy. It means—

"Wait!" C.C exclaimed.


Shirou let out a cry as he lunged at the woman. He would bring the sword close to her and stop. It'd leave her terrified, and understand he was being serious.

He jumped in the air and lifted his right hand, as if he was planning to strike her down with a heavy blow. He expected the sword to come down right before her face, leaving the woman terrified. But he definitely didn't expect a powerful blow in his stomach when he did so.

Shirou felt as if someone hit him in the stomach with a thick iron bar. The impact was powerful enough to throw him a good distance away. The redhead crashed on the road and rolled like a ball that was kicked by a soccer player. He lost grip on Kansho and Bakuya in the process. The two swords fell at a good distance away from him and disappeared later.

His stomach felt as if whatever he ate in the morning was going to come out. Instead, he coughed up some spit out of his mouth. Rubbing the area under his lips he got up, wondering what the hell kicked him so hard.

What he saw shocked the redhead the most. It was a knight in a full armor from top to bottom. The armor seemed like it was forged with something unearthly. The armor was a complete purple, with hints of grey here and there. Even the eyes were covered by a black visor that matched well with the purple.

Of course it wasn't his appearance that terrorized Shirou the most, but it was the magical energy that the person exhumed.

Without a doubt…it could be…

"A Heroic Spirit?" Shirou muttered in utter confusion.

And this is where things start. Just to rest the speculations that might go wild…the guy I introduced in the end is an OC!

I know I have too many OCs, but they're necessary for this story. But don't you worry; I'll make sure they won't be reaching Mary Sue levels.