DIS BITCH IS A LUCKY ONE! ONLY TWO TICKETS FOR PROTO ARTHUR! AND A FUCK IT ALL MULTI ROLL FOR ASTOLFO, INSTEAD GOT AMAKUSA. GACHA GODS WERE WITH ME!


HEY! I knew I said i would be out of commission until the 14th, but this beauty had to be published. And I am so HAPPY! See above.

P.S. I will be unable to update until now the 16th. ACT's are on the 12th, but I will need a few days to get over the stress and construction has been going on around my home and school making the whole ordeal even worse than before. I as well want you all to suffer, read the chapter to know why.

P.P.S The Title name means something and if you have any of the new fate, then you can guess what it means in the context of this chapter!


Harry supposed that the others liked him better now.

They were ignoring him as something serious was going on in the next few days so he considered that a victory. But that meant he was left alone with the strange horn lady most of the time, not that he mind, but Ritsuka was too busy to say nothing other than "Morning!" or "Night, Harry!" before repeating.

He seemed even more frazzled than before, and it only increased as the day of the event drew closer, the teen not even knowing what day it was or who he was speaking to at any moment.

It...was scary.

"Oh, hey Harry," Ritsuka chuckled as the boy entered the spacious office. "Sorry I haven't been able to hang with you the last few days, I have to prepare for the incoming folks that will be here in the morning!"

"Isn't it on the fiftheinth?"

"Yeah! Isn't it the fourteenth? Oh...am I off again," he moaned, slumping ungracefully on the desk. "Waah! I want them here already! What day is it!"

"It's the eleventh," Harry smiled lightly, Ritsuka was always funny even at the worst of times.

"Alright then! Rest time," he cheered, plopping down on the couch before laying down ungracefully. "Come on," he motioned for Harry to come over before pulling him on top of him and snuggling the smaller boy close. "Ahh, nice and cosy," he chuckled before pulling a blanket over them. These last few days have been taxing.

"Umm."

"Nap time," he smiled before going limp, sleep taking over his stressed body. Harry hummed before falling asleep as well, feeling warm and safe.


"Senpai, it's time for-oh," Mashu gave a suite laugh at the two unconscious figures on the couch; smiling brightly as they seemed at ease with one another.

"Ah, so that is where Harry went," Galahad sighed, despite his initial dislike he had warmed up to the boy.

"Yes, master has been busy and worked to exhaustion because of the incoming visit," Mashu sighed, closing the door and walking down the hall with her Pseudo-Brother. "The association is determined to get this place back, but Master has done a good job in keeping it."

"How much longer will he be able to do so," Galahad sighed. "He's running himself ragged with such."

"But you have to admit that Harry has been good," Mashu smiled. "He's allowed master to feel like he doesn't have to be the perfect human that many of the others believe he is."

"Master could commit mass genocide and claim that it is for the betterment of humanity and most of the heroic spirits wouldn't bat an eye before going out to slaughter humans," Galahad spoke plainly.

"That's not even funny," Mashu shot back.

"It's true," he reminded her. "And I saw something interesting in the manifest of who is attending the system maintenance."

"Oh," Mashu felt worried as Galahad sighed.

"One of them is a recently appointed head of a prestigious mage family. One that is highly conservative and had called for Ritsuka to be killed once everything had settled down," Galahad admitted. "I plan to keep my eye on him, but I need you to inform the others and keep it on the down low. Luckily Master understands the severity of the situation and plans to act accordingly."

"I will and I will as well ensure that the monitors for mana are set up so if they try anything we will know."

"Good."


Ritsuka sighed as he once more looked down at his watch, the pit of nervousness in his stomach increasing as he tried to calm his nerves. The people from the association where being lead to his office where they would speak.

Or more accurately, they would cuss him out and attempt to have him step down and he would listen.

He honestly could care less for what they have to say, and wanted them gone as soon as possible.

"Master," Bedivere spoke, coming in with a tray filled with tea and snacks. "They will be here in a moment."

"Thanks," he sighed, leaning back before deciding to straighten up and cross his legs. He schooled his features into a carefully crafted neutral expression that one would call boredom or silent anger.

"Master," Bedivere spoke once more. "Forgive me for being so bold a few days ago and say such hurtful things. The boy does not deserve my ire. I merely let my worry for you cloud my judgement…"

"It's fine, my beloved Airgetlám," he whispered, caressing the others face as it contorted in pain from the shame he brought upon himself. "I don't hold it against you. Never you, Bedivere."

Tears poured down his face as he was faced the blinding forgiveness of his lord, his knees shaking as he tried to come to terms with the fact his lord did NOT hate him for his treatment of the boy. Was this how Berserker Lancelot felt…?

"Master," he choked. "I...I…"

"It is a loyal knights duty to worry for their lord correct," he smiled at his hesitant nod. "Then you did your duty, as much as I hate it. So I will not punish you, so long as you protect Harry when I am not here."

"Of course," he nodded, eyes determined as he stared into his masters. "I will take my leave."

"I will see you later tonight," Ritsuka smiled.

"Mr. Fujimaru," a sickly sweet voice had Ritsuka sighing as he turned with a bright-but strained smile-to the various people from the Association.

"Welcome," he smiled, offering a hand from where he was sitting.


Harry looked around as he ate at the state of nervousness the others were in; all of them muttering to one another and motioning in the general direction that Ritsuka's office was. He knew that they didn't like the people who came, but he wondered why?

"Oh, this must be the boy you brought," a voice sneered and Harry's head snapped up to lock eyes with a young man who sneered down upon.

'Excuse me," Ritsuka coughed, a little bit behind the duo. "I would prefer if you do not show hate upon a child in my presence."

"You dare to tell me what to do you first gen-"

"Enough," the older of the duo spat, eyeing the room warily.

"Why," he roared, whipping around to glare at Ritsuka. "Why do I have to be careful around a filthy first generation mage that has done nothing for us!"

"NOTHING," Gilgamesh, the one in golden armor, not the other one, roared as he bolted up. His face was contorted with rage as Ozymandias and Iskandar stood up as well. "HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE HIM OF DOING NOTHING FOR YOU FILTHY MONGRELS!"

"You are quite bold to say such a thing in our presence," Ozymandias chuckled darkly, clutching his staff tightly.

"You certainly have guts to proclaim he's done nothing for you," Semiramis chuckled, Shirou beside her and cradling his Katana tenderly. "When he's done everything."

"Bull shit," he hissed. "This fucker doesn't deserve tools such as you! You need to be tamed like the animals you are and he lets you have free fucking reign!"

"ENOUGH," Ritsuka roared, the single word resonating throughout the whole cafeteria and many gave proud looks toward Ritsuka. "I could care less about what you have to say about me, but you DO NOT insult my friends!"

"Master," many swooned. Trust him to defend them even though they could care less about what those mages had to say.

"You dare talk to me," the mage snarled, hand whipping out to grab Harry. "The mere fact that you brought this," he shook Harry, the boy whimpering in fear. "To Chaldea just shows me you are weak willed and can't stand up to evil!"

"My, my," Moriarty hummed. "You haven't done your research. Quite sad."

"Shut it servant," He snarled.

"Let him go, Laurin," Ritsuka warned, eyes glowing dangerously as he looked toward Bedivere , the Knight grabbing the boy gently and bring him to his side. "I have seen enough and if you are not gone by the end of the day, I will NOT be responsible for what my friends do."

The killing intent and blood lust was so thick you could taste it and the various mages glared at Laurin to shut it. But he wouldn't, for his pride wouldn't allow it.

"YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS FIRST GENERATION MAGE," he screeched, his hands glowed with mana.

Ritsuka prepared to counter the curse sent his way, but Laurin had a different idea. His circuits reinforced his arm, hand and legs. Bursting forward, he gave a single thrust and his arm went straight through the middle of Ritsuka's chest, the sound of his bones cracking and blood splattering to the ground the only thing the Servants could hear.

For a single moment they stood frozen in shock as the man removed his arm and Ritsuka crumpled to the ground, spurting out blood and gasping for air.

Then it was a roar of action as the Casters rushed to their fallen master, Harry being bundled up into Bedivere's arms and he moved take him out. The others surrounded the fearful mages who tried to reason with them, but it was too late.

It was far too late for them.


A/N-Ritsuka was prepared for a curse or something of that sort; NOT a Physical attack. He was trained by some of the best heroes in history, so they had faith he could handle a pissed off mage. And Laurin was closer than I think people realize, as Ritsuka walked up to them and wasn't too far from them; so he got their quicker than normal even with the enhancements


Harry was in shock, the sight of a hand going straight through his body and Ritsuka crumpling to the ground was replaying over and over in his head. Bedivere was talking to him, but he couldn't hear him as the sound of splattering and cracking rang in his ears and then 'thump'. It always ended with a thump.

"Harry," Bedivere called, shaking the boy slightly as he kneeled before him. "Look at me! Harry!"

"R..Ritsuka," he cried.

"He...he will be...he'll be fine," he swallowed, the promise a bit hesitant. "I need you to go to your room and I will go see the situation. I promise I will be back."

"B..but!"

"I promise," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the temple of the boy that looked so much like his master, that acted so much like his master. "Go."

Harry bolting down the hall, Bedivere rushing down the hall and covering his mouth at the sight before him.


Ritsuka was gone, most likely the medical wing; but the place reeked of blood, gunpowder and mana. Large pools of blood where in the place the mages once stood, no doubt nothing more than a pile of flesh and bone.

"Where is master," Bedivere breathed.

"With the casters," Sigurd breathed, wiping the blood from his face. "Lobo is having an early dinner, and Hessian is with him."

"Where is the boy," Arthur came up, drenched with blood. He most likely made many of the final blows.

"He's in his room."

"I need to speak with him," Arthur breathed, but Bedivere stopped him. "Move, Sir Bedivere."

"You are not in your right of mind," Bedivere ground out.

"Everything's gone to hell the moment he arrived and now this happens," Arthur whispered, eyes wide.

"I made a promise to master to watch the child and protect him in his absence," Bedivere informed him, Arthur shifting. "You may be my king, but I will not go against such an order."

"Fine…"

"Think about this! I would think that master would want to wake up to us loving the boy as he does, not hating him more for doing nothing accept simply being the object of our master's affections!"

Bedivere stomped out, no one dared to speak.


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