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It was truth universally acknowledged by those in the Magus line of life that there existed many versions of reality. Different worlds and time streams either very similar or vastly different from the one we currently reside in all spawning and spiraling out from the root. In the mountain located institute of Chaldea these other realities are refereed to as 'fragments', and the masters of Chaldea often visit these fragments, specifically ones involving Holy Grail Wars.

In one such Fragment a first class Mage who while in our world would ascend to the rank of Heroic Spirit, here she took the title of Master, and was now competing in her own Holy Grail War.

With her wish of coming into contact with the Mahatimas in her heart and mind, Madame Helena Blavatsky had summoned a Heroic Spirit from the legends of India, the homeland of her soul. The night she summoned him into the physical plane and officially entered the war as the Master of Lancer, Helena held every confidence in her heart that victory was in her grasp. How could it not be when she went into battle with Karna, the hero of charity at her side.

They were inside the library of her mansion once again, it was getting close to sun rise but Helena was still sorting through books looking for the right set of protection wards she wanted to set up along the house. Karna materialized to her right, his posture was still slightly tense from the battle he hadn't finished earlier, or would it be last night?

The two of them had been patrolling the city streets once the sun had set when they eventually ran into the Caster servant, who was a strange creature if Helena had ever seen one, some kind of white lion in a blue power suit.

Karna and the Caster had exchanged some pre battle barbs and a few opening blows but Helena had ordered Karna to withdraw when she'd noticed how nearby they were to a local theatre. The Master of Caster had remained in the shadows but she still managed to call out to him and make it clear that the injury of civilians was something she would not allow, the man at first seemed like he was going to be unreasonable but once Helena revealed that she had deduced the identity of his servant he was more willing to listen to her.

"You handled that situation well master."Karna told her in his usual measured tone.

Helena perked up at his comment, "You really think so? I do hope you're not to upset about not getting to fight Caster."

The Lancer merely closed his eyes and bowed his head, "There will be other battles to come, and many other chances to face off against Caster I'll wager. What I value more is knowing that I have been paired with a master who does not forget the value of human life in the face of her own ambition."

Helena placed one of the books in her arms back on the shelf with a satisfied hum. "I'm glad to hear you say that. Although going forward I think we should make it clear that I don't want you to call me 'Master'. I do not enjoy the idea of others referring to me as such, since to me the only true master are Mahatimas!"

At that the Lancers eyes widened, this wasn't the first mention his Master had made of the unseen beings she was seemingly in search of, and while he had devoted himself to aiding her in this pursuit of the unknown he had to admit he really didn't understand her sometimes.

"That being said I also intensely dislike being called 'misses'," the purple haired mage continued, "so... from now on please call me Madame Blavatsky. Yes! I think that is much better!" She cheered before going back to one of the books she now held open with one hand while balancing a stack of others in her misleadingly skinny arm.

Karna folded his arms across his chest, he wondered if he had been able to remember any of the previous Grail Wars he'd been summoned into, would he remember being summoned by Masters similar to the strange one in front of him now?

"As I was saying Madame Blavatsky," he tried the new title on his tongue, "I was impressed that you managed to confront the other Master with such courtesy, especially given his attittude towards you."

Madame Blavatsky looked over to her servant with a nostlagic smile on her face, and she bagan to tell him;

"My dear friend Colonel Olcott believed that you should always be nice first, because once you've been mean to someone they won't believe you can be nice anymore." Her eyes fell back down to the pages of her book, the tone of her voice raising from sweet to cheery, "So be nice! Be nice until it's time to stop being nice, and then -" She snapped the book closed with one hand, the sound of it amplified by the libraries chambery walls until it was like that of a cannons boom, her lavender eyes hardened into gemstones as her minds eye showed her something outside the room she was in. "Destroy them."