A/N: Hey peeps, I'm a bit back earlier than I expected with my next chapter, but that does not mean I plan a double release. I just finished it a bit earlier than I expected, and it will be a bit short this time around, as the next few chapters will be in P.O.V.'s other than Shirou, Godou, or their respective entourages for the most part. To make up for how short this chapter was, I made a short Omake at the end, with the idea given to me by one of my fellow authors and favorite people to chat story ideas with, Vein Bloodborne. Now onto the Reviewer Review:
1.) A quick shout-out and congrats to Bryan of Grimm. You get a cookie, cause you got the reference for Reki's chant in one guess. Yes, it was a reference to the chant that guy used in The Dark Tower. I always liked that chant for some reason, even though I never really saw much of the film itself, but saw it as usable. It was just too good an oppurtunity to pass up such a goldmine of a plot fodder.
2.) The whole thing about True Magic versus Magecraft in canon lore, allow me to explain any complaints you may have to stop any flamers. Shirou's magical reserves are essentially infinite, as he is basically calling upon the power of Akasha itself as his source of infinite magical energy. However, even if his magical reserves are essentially unlimited, his physical reserves are a different matter all together. Due to an imbalance between the physical and magical reserves he possesses currently, his body had strengthened itself and bolstered his physical parameters to try and compensate. Hence, the wonky stats on his servant stat sheet's physical parameters. I am also going to reveal partly the reason for his E-rank stat for his luck this chapter, so bear with me.
3.) Illya is not getting pregnant yet for several reasons, the biggest one was due to the hint I dropped with her request for a potion discretely from Agatha a few chapters back. I will not go into details, as I will reveal this reason in time. Also, the way I plan to make Athena, Circe, and Lacelot with Godou without killing either of them is in a scenario that will make sense, but as I mentioned before, that harem listing is NOT the final one, nor are the stat sheets I gave in prior chapters. I will update them as I can, whenever I can reasonably do so.
Not very reviews this time around, so onto the disclaimer:
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own either 'Campione!', 'Fate', or any other franchise referenced, as they are the respective properties of their respective owners and creators. This fic uses ideas and scenarios from other fics credited as used to the best of my abilities. This is a fic heavily inspired by Marcus Galen Sands 'God Slaying Blade Works' as an AU of his fic with a heavy emphasis on 'WHAT IF', in the form of using the 'Harem Ending' of Nua Realta, references to other Fate fanfics on this site referenced as used, a meshing of canon lore to the best of my knowledge in a manner that makes sense, and my own original ideas thrown into the mix. This is a FREE FANFIC of a FANFIC, meaning an UNPAID FAN-MADE FICTION of a FAN-MADE FICTION. I make no money off this, nor do I own any franchise or series referenced. So if you paid to read this, then you got ripped off,and if you do not like it, then you do not have to read it. Nobody is making you.
And now onto the story:
Story Start
God Slaying Blade Works: The King of Wrought Iron
Twenty-first Blade: Road to the Feast of Kings Part II
Guinevere's Hidden Base
Guinevere P.O.V.
After healing Sir Shirou, I rushed back to my base of operations within the eastern country of Japan I had set up for myself. The former owners of said home was easily convinced to sell to me without even needing to use my magic on them, merely buying the place with a large sum of money. While I could have easily hypnotized or even slain them to get the property, I knew that would have simply gotten me far more attention than I wanted or needed, plus there was no need to use such barbaric methods if I could simply use financial power instead of mystical strength to get what I wanted instead. After entering the property, I began heading for the small lake in the back of the property. I decided to speak with my protector, as I needed Sir Knight's help…
"What can this Knight do for you, beloved child?" Sir Knight asked me once I had summoned my protector's phantom to my side. While wrestling with the inner turmoil within myself about this latest revelation and encounter, I began to explain the situation of what had occurred…but when I had explained how the traitorous knight had both appeared and had later attacked me, Sir Knight stopped me, and began to berate me in rage towards both the traitor and exasperation at the fact I had not called Sir Knight to my side…
"WHY did you not summon me to thine side?! That BASTARD appeared before this one's beloved child, then told you of his intent, and yet you didst not call me to thine side right then?! Why would thee be so foolish, beloved child?!"
I hung my head in shame at this. I had expected my protector's reaction to be as such, after all, Sir Knight and [Mordred] hated one another with a vengeance, and Sir Knight was the only one who kept the traitor in check, as Sir Knight was the only one to ever match [Mordred] in single combat aside from Artus, but before my protector could continue, I had interrupted the scolding I knew I would be getting…
"Guinevere is most apologetic, Sir Knight, but you should know that the traitor [Mordred] was already dealt with, by none other than Sir Shirou, one of the very Devil Kings to rule over this eastern country."
...my protector's aggravated tirade was stopped mid-rant at my words, before Sir Knight asked me for clarification… "Does beloved child mean that this Devil King drove the traitor off? Where has the swine gone? I will finish that traitor myself if he hasn't gotten too far." Sir Knight's resolute insistence on besting [Mordred] is most certainly something that my sworn protector would normally not use in such a ruthless tone, but given the history between the two, it is only natural to request going after him, but…
"There is no need to do so Sir Knight, for the traitor wasn't merely driven off, but was slain by Sir Shirou. He used his magic to summon so many weapons, all of which were powerful, but while I know for a fact I had never seen them before, I could feel a strange sense of familiarity to each and every one he summoned to slay the traitor...but there was a few that caught my interest, the first one he summoned to save me from [Mordred] after he had forced the traitor back to each and every one of his incarnations...as well as the one he used to slay him with...Does the name [Arondight] mean anything to you, Sir Knight?"
"...This knight does not know the name from what this one can recall...why do thee ask, beloved child?"
"Sir Shirou called it your sword, and even went so far as to call it the sister-blade to [Excalibur]...the later of which he used to slay the Knight of Treachery with after summoning it forth...but there was something off about it...as though it was altered to match Sir Shirou in some manner, this much Guinevere knows for certain, as the handmaiden to the King of the End."
This caused my protector to freeze in place out of shock, the gears seemingly turning slowly within Sir Knight's head as the very thought was processed, before speaking again… "...this Knight knows for a fact that this one never wielded a sword by that name, nor was it ever a sister-blade to Artus' own [Excalibur]...though he did sometimes lend his sword out to those of us who followed him, and was even adapted into being called different swords by the tales created by this one's beloved child in her previous life. Though, this knight has always been more partial to the lance, as this one is only good at charging headfirst into battle, and is very poor in combat if this knight cannot build up a good enough charge before meeting this Knight's foes..."
Sir Knight explains it to me in a manner that I knew all too well, after all, my protector's one greatest weakness is also Sir Knights greatest strength: the first strike is dependent upon how great a charge Sir Knight creates, even going so far as to be bathed in the strikes of a lightening storm just to increase Sir Knight's vigor and vitality to enhance said charge. However all of Sir Knight's battles are dependent upon the effectiveness of that initial charge; if it was too weak, then Sir Knight would lose, but if it was enough to weaken the foe, then Sir Knight could drive off if not outright defeat any enemy before my protector. But the mystery of how Sir Shirou got such weapons, much less our King's own sword aside, was something I may never figure out. Instead, I moved onto the other key piece of information I found out.
"Sir Knight, do you recall that one time so long ago, when Artus was confronted by a dying Deity of Steel, one whose body turned into swords itself when he died just before chastising Artus?"
"This one doth recall it vaguely, as this knight is not one for thinking much, unless it has to do with battles I have fought in...but why doth this hath to do with Sir Shirou?"
"Sir Shirou also said when protecting Guinevere from [Mordred] in response to why he would protect Guinevere, that 'it's never wrong to help others', just like that one deity of steel who died in front of the King of the End so long ago."
"…..." Sir Knight simply stared at me rather dumbly at that, which caused me to get a bit confused by this particular reaction. Sensing something was wrong I decided to ask my protector something about what was going through Sir Knights mind.
"Sir Knight, why are you getting so quiet all of a sudden. Did Guinevere say something wrong?"
"...beloved child...this one thinks that this knight hath just made a realization..." Sir Knight said oh so seriously before my protector's tone took a playful tone as Sir Knight continued… "...you seem to have become quite smitten with this Sir Shirou haven't thee, beloved child?"
*FWOOSH*
"SIR KNIGHT~" I shouted at my protector while my face became aflame with embarrassment at the thought of me being together with Sir Shirou, the image of me being embraced by the handsome Devil King in a very intimate manner as he—GAAH, what am I thinking?!
"Hohohohohoh, this Knight finds it most amusing, especially considering how this one was once said to have been in an illicit affair with thee, beloved child, in the legend that thee had spawned centuries ago when thine attempt to revive Artus accidentally gave rise to a completely new god of steel and war."
"SIR KNIGHT!" I screamed at my protector, as Sir knight laughed at my expense in the most amused manner possible at how distraught my mind was in it's confused and numerous attempts to sort out my emotions and my thoughts from one another, all while my face was flaming such a vibrant shade of red, it was a miracle the heat I felt burning its way up my face wasn't causing me to spontaneously combust...
Scene Change-Netherworld-Susanoo's Territory
Third-person P.O.V.
"Well that was most certainly an unexpected development...are we sure he isn't [Xiphos] himself reborn as a mortal, because that stunt was exactly like how he would have done such a thing..." [Susanoo] could not help but to ask his 'guests' as one made to simply give a very glass-like smile in how frail it was while the other proceeded to laugh his divine ass off at the sheer audacity it took to do what the boy did.
"Bwahahahahah! The boy's his successor alright; [Xiphos] also had balls of steel like that whenever he pulled stunts like that too, hahahahheeeheheheeh..." [Muramasa] said in between laughs, the Demon Swordsmith finding his descendant and successor to his family's legacy to be amusing as he laughs at his own crude joke. [Masamune] on the other hand just keeps up his glass smile, not wanting to say or admit anything going through his mind, though [Susanoo] can guess just what he's thinking with a glance at his face as he was trying to keep himself from being driven crazy by the thought...poor guy, he knows how that feels at times whenever he had to deal with Ena calling him 'gramps' along with a few of her other past antics…
"...well anyway, I'd say we have this part of your plans to try and meet up with him mostly concluded, but before we discuss things further..." The Japanese God of Storms said as he got up and walked to the door, before he suddenly slammed it open and a new 'guest appeared sitting on her bum before him, having been dragged to his house after he sensed her intruding upon his domain without his permission… "What in the seven hells do you think you are doing on my property, [Futsunushi]. Last I checked, you and I...were...not..."
[Susanoo]'s voice trailed off as he took in the sight of the Master of Worship, her once flawlessly elegant demeanor was nearly gone, replaced by such an animalistic desire of pure naked lust, he suddenly took a good few steps back in response to the sight. He and [Futsunushi] never really had much to do with one another in the past, but this...even the Sword Saint and the Demon Swordsmith were at a complete loss over what they saw, for the Sword Deity known throughout Japan as the Master of Worship was in fully in estrus, like an animal in the prime of their mating season desperate to be bred into next year, and it threw them all off…
"...[Susanoo]...please...when you take those two to meet with him, take me with you...I am going crazy with the urge to experience a romance between two swords and give him a first-hand experience with why I am called the Master of Worship..."
The sheer silence that fell over [Susanoo]'s territory in the Netherworld was absolutely deafening at the sight...the powerful goddess of swordsmanship who once drove out nearly every deity from Japan, was now currently in such a state of heat that she was literally oozing her desire to bear demigod children…
"...what in the seven heavens and hells is up with that boy, to make even you go this crazy for him [Futsunushi]...but then again, given your other divinity, I guess this makes sense, as a goddess of fortune and love...[Benten]..."
The sheer scream of blissful ecstasy at the mention of her other name caused by the aforementioned goddess to start moaning in anticipation of her soon to be bedding of the Eighth Devil King disturbed the three male Divinities of Steel greatly...and made the Japanese God of Storms to begin hastening his efforts to get the Committee's attempts to summon him accelerated, and to invite the desperate goddess before him, all while a single thought was running through all the male god's heads…
'I am so glad not to be in that boy's shoes right about now.'
Scene Change-History Compilation Committee Hidden Meeting Room
Third-person P.O.V.
"HE SAID WHAAAAAAAAT?!"
That was the collective response to the Committee's report on the Saitenguu Incident, as it has been dubbed by the mystical community. All four heads of the Four Founding Families were on the verge of having a heart attack on top of a stroke at the contents of said report. The cause of their distress being repeated by the messenger for the incident report...
"...as I just reported, when her Eminence and the Hero of Los Angeles were about to leave, King Emiya invited them both to remain for a… 'Feast of Kings'...as a competition of Kingship between the four Devil Kings who participated in the battle, and to celebrate such a historic event as four Heretic Gods descending at the same time, each battled by one of four Kings respectively, in an alliance between the four Kings...in a peaceful contest of words instead of fists…."
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"...did he really say that…." Lady Ran asked, her compatriots in a slightly broken tone of voice, as though the Seishuuin Matriarch was hoping in vain she had simply misheard what they had been told. Her hands were combing through her graying black hair, with her once bright red eyes seemingly going dead to the world with how they dimmed in response to the report mirroring her anxiety and worries perfectly...
"Yes he did, Ran...yes he did…." Lord Zaraki stated, elderly head of the Renjou family was desperately trying and failing to suppress the headache he felt growing by pinching the bridge to his nose in a vain attempt to stop the growing migraine he knew they were all bound to suffer in the coming days. His bald head was already showing signs of graying and losing a few more strands here and there, as the stress was beginning to catch up to him in his old age.
Lord Masamune, for his part, was silently doing everything in his power to think of potential contingencies in the event of a potential worst case scenario of the destructive violence sure to break out if the discussions were to go south. Knowing just how bad the destruction caused by Campione Battles tended to be, he began to formulate mass-evacuation procedures to prepare for the worst…
"...the sheer brilliance on King Emiya's part seems to only be matched by the brazenly audacity of his essential blackmail of his fellow Kings to force their attendance..."
Lady Rena's response got all her fellow family heads to just stare at her in disbelief, before what she said fully registered, and they realized that she was right. King Emiya had essentially blackmailed them with an implied threat to their reputations if they refused to attend. If they attended the feast he held, they would be able to display their authority and pay back the two Kings of Japan for their slights with only a few more favors they'd owe them both. But if they refused to attend, their reputations would become damaged, and the world would think them to be rather bitter and disrespectful of their fellow Kings to the point of losing any respect they may have had. In other words, a case of damned if you do, damned if you don't. One way or the other, they were not going to get out of the debt they essentially owed both King Emiya and King Kusanagi.
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"...what is it Ran...what is it you are not wanting to say, but will have to tell us anyway?" Lord Masamune asked, the Kuhoutsuka Patriarch rubbing his chin in a knowing manner as he gazed at his old friend. He knew for a fact that the only time the old Seishuuin Matriarch ever got this quiet was whenever something was up with her Jurisdiction that she was either unable to properly speak of or unwilling to speak of in worry or fear of the implications…
"...[Susanoo] has requested to be summoned temporarily in order to attend this meeting between King Emiya and his guests, and stated he had a few 'guests' of his own in his territory who wanted to meet with King Emiya, as they were those whom had strong ties to him...as well as one who...well..."
"'Well' what Ran? Spit it out already."
"...apparently the goddess [Futsunushi] herself has gone into a state of heat...and it's King Emiya's fault..."
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"...you have got to be shitting me...the goddess of fortune, [Benten] herself, wants to..."
"Given the fact that she is also known as the Master of Worship, it makes since, when you think about it, given King Emiya's knowledge and compatibility with anything and everything related to swords..." Lady Rena tried to ask, before being cut off by Lady Ran. The awkward silence that spread through the room endured for a few minutes, before it was interrupted by the messenger, who simply gave a suggestion that got them all to take note of and agree with it for the time being as the best course of action to take at the moment...and pray that King Emiya will not be too upset by the fact he will now have yet another lover to care for...
Emiya Mansion-Three days after the battle with Sun Wukong
Third-person P.O.V.
It's been about two and a half days since the Monkey King Incident, as it has come to be called, and Shirou is now fully healed. While [Avalon] might not normally take so long to heal him, it does however use both stamina and prana to utilize its high-speed regeneration, but the reason it took so long was a combination of both his physical exhaustion along with the accumulated damage from his injuries and the stress from [Never Ending Vengeance]'s backlash slowing his recovery down by a few days; yet another way to prove the point of just how strong an opponent [Mordred] had been for the sword incarnation to face thus far in this world.
During his recovery, his girls were all rather miffed with him, not only for taking off and taking only Illya, Oda, Ayamatsu, Reki, and Berserker, but also because of how badly he got himself hurt this time around. The healing capabilities of [Avalon] might be getting stronger more and more each day, but that didn't give him the right to let himself get hurt as bad as he did. To say he was in the dog house for his latest stunt was an understatement. He hasn't been getting any for at least the past five days, and that was starting to make him feel a bit of anxiety at how long the girls were going to be angry with him. The last time he went without sex like this, he woke up with his body partly turning into Archer's prematurely as he gained the power to wield sorcery. He didn't want anything like that happening to him again...
As for Reki, he was given a forced vacation while his body healed, and was also given some healing treatments to accelerate the process. He was currently spending time with his fiance, Rossweiss, and his son, R.J., as he took it easy. While he was still going to be punished by Shirou for what he did, Shirou was putting his punishment on hold for the time being. However, he was going to get a slight dock in his pay for that. Getting out of bed alone again for the fifth day in a row, the Emiya head decided to continue what he had been doing while he recuperated: Planning for the Feast of Kings he was going to host in about four more days.
The Emiya Manor had been abuzz with the news of what he was hosting in the coming days, and the whole staff was working to help provide for and make the upcoming party a complete success. While Reki was essentially on forced vacation(read paid suspension), Aegeus picked up the slack, serving as acting Security Chief in his absence. He was only second to Reki in terms of qualifications, and anywhere Reki couldn't or wasn't able to perform his duties, Aegeus was the next best choice. While all the preparations and such were being done, he made an admirable job of vetting the deliverymen and coordinating the staff for the preparations.
The faker had Renji work on procuring the refreshments for the feast. It turned out the guy had a fond love for wine and liquors of all types, even having a collection of the very best bottles of vintages both rare and exotic, hidden away and getting them moved to the Emiya Manor's basement to serve as a wine cellar with Shirou's permission. The collection had been hidden by him in life, and before he died had set up a bit of a scavenger hunt for anyone who wanted to find it, but thanks to a typo in the form of a misprint on a few of the clues to it's location, it was never found. While he was a bit upset nobody found it, he was also happy to have found his old collection of priceless and expensive liquors absolutely intact, and had been adding onto it with his pay from being in Shirou's service.
While the Emiya may not exactly like drinking, he is also aware from Archer's memories that he was bound to be a heavyweight, due to the fact that [Avalon] would grant him immunity to any toxin or poison, negating almost all alcohol in his system instantly unless he was injured since it was technically a happy poison that people consume, thereby rendering him impossible to get drunk no matter what. From what he knew from the memories he'd acquired, the most that the red-clad bowman could ever seem to get was a slight buzz, and that was after he had been taken to the entire bar scene by a very rich friend he had in a 12-hour bar-hopping marathon that resulted in them both getting blacklisted from an entire city's liquor industry, banned from every bar, tavern, and establishment that served alcohol, and with said friend waking up the next morning without a damned clue where he was, how he got there, with the mother of all hangovers, and his parents pissed beyond belief with him and setting a strict cut-off limit upon his funds to prevent him from bankrupting their business, with the Counter-Guardian simply ending up with a good buzz out of the deal and not hung over in the slightest. The fact that the sheathe works far better for Shirou than it did for EMIYA makes the sword incarnation think he may never be able to get drunk, period...that is both a good thing and a bad thing, depending on the situation Shirou may find himself in sometime in the future…
Taking the time to get the paperwork done, Shirou noticed he had a response to the request he once sent to the Committee, and what it said made him smile despite the stress he was currently under: they wanted to meet up with him to discuss the possibility of opening up potential business ventures together. He was feeling that would be helpful for him, considering the business he wished to deal with was something he would need help from them to do. Signing his name on a quickly written response, he prepares the business letter to be sent, as a knock was heard on his door. Looking up from his desk, the young Emiya head answers with a quick 'come in' as he greets his visitor.
"King Emiya, the designers for the custom outfits you had requested have been delivered. While they were a rush order, they seem to be of very good quality. Would you like for me to have them brought to your rooms for your next chance to look at them?" It was one of the former members of the Circle. The servants were a bit nervous and fearful of the Emiya and his women for a while, but they were starting to finally understand he was a reasonable enough man, so long as you did not do anything to provoke his wrath into being unleashed upon you. Granted, he may have given them very good reason to fear him, but Shirou was able to get them to move past that...eventually, for the most part...
"Yes, have them taken to our respective rooms for the time being. Also, have this letter sent to the Committee. Tell them it's a request to meet and my decision regarding potential business arrangements and discussions for future interactions between them and myself." Shirou said, giving the servant his written response and request to negotiate a business deal with the Committee. While he may not exactly like playing politics or performing backroom business deals, he is both capable and willing to use the skills his fragments attained in the memories he's integrated from them and Archer EMIYA's arm.
"Yes my King. I will do so at once, sir." The servant then leaves after giving the receipt for the custom-tailored outfits. While the sheer price tag would make some people have an apoplexy from the sheer number of zeroes, for the man who has been dubbed the'All-wealthy One', Shirou simply shrugged a bit at the amount of money he was spending to prepare for the event he was hosting in a few days. He had the money to pay for it all, even without using [Lord of the Dead] to call forth more riches from the earth to produce more wealth. His finances were most certainly secure, and there was no sign of slowing down the amount of its growth anytime soon.
As he finished writing the money transfer order out, he noticed there was another letter from the Committee, one sent exclusively to him from one of the Four Family heads themselves. Taking a sudden interest, he began to open the letter in curiosity, before he froze in place for a moment. He sensed a presence breach the bounded field surrounding his property, but it did not set off any of the defenses in place, and he did not feel any fear or threat, as he recognized this presence. Not even turning around to face the uninvited visitor, the Emiya simply smirked a bit as he addressed the not-so-stealthy intruder…
"...you know Lady Guinevere, if you wanted to meet with me, you did not have to break into my house like some thief after sneaking through the bounded field. I would have let you in if you just entered through the front gate like a normal person would."
As he turned around, the Eighth Devil King noticed that Guinevere was not surprised at all that he noticed her presence in the slightest. Her blonde hair was fashioned in a manner that could be called quite flatteringly in how it was worn down with a few bangs framing her face. Her Ruby-red eyes were somewhat widened in slight surprise at being know to have been trespassing on his property, but otherwise she showed no sign of her surprise at being discovered the moment she set foot on his property. She wore a rather beautiful dress of Victorian design, in both vibrant white and yellow colored fabric. A single thought was running through the Sword Incarnation's mind at that particular moment at the sight of her slight blush behind the make-up she had apparently taken to wearing…
'...so cute...'
...before he realized she had apparently gotten dressed up to meet with him in secret, and he remembered what most likely happened to her as a result of him saving her.
"Guinevere is aware that she could have, but Guinevere is technically an enemy of Sir Shirou's, as we Divine Ancestors and Devil Kings are natural enemies of one another, just as Gods and God-slayers tend to be...though it might not seem that important given the fact you have a few divinities who've apparently taken an interest in you, and have even taken the Gorgon Medusa as a wife, it still would not do for me to show up, as Guinevere is technically not known to be in Japan for the most part..." the Witch-Queen of the Divine Ancestors explained her reasoning, though she still had the prominent blush on her face, which caused the Emiya to decide to explain to her why she was having a few problems when speaking with him without having herself turning into a stuttering mess before she left…
"Be that as it may, Lady Guinevere, I would not see it as a concern. If anyone tried to harm you whom did not have just cause to attack you, they would suffer my wrath as you would be a guest under my protection for the duration of your visit. What's more, I also see this as an opportunity, as I have to thank you for you help in my fight against [Mordred]. In about four days, I am holding a feast with my fellow Kings from the Saitenguu Incident, and I would like to invite you as well."
Guinevere was floored by the invitation, though she was extremely flustered by it as well. While she would have loved to attend, she was technically an enemy, and the one responsible for the very incident even happening. Her feelings on the matter were mixed and in great conflict about what she would do…
"I am not sure why Sir Shirou would make such a request of Guinevere. From Guinevere's understanding, this event is a competition of Kingship between yourself and the three other God-slayers who partook in the fight three days ago. Why would you invite me?" And that was a very good question. For all intents and purposes, she should not even be considering attending, as it would be like a plump hare offering itself up to the hunting hounds-no scratch that, it would be like strapping a bunch of raw steaks to said rabbit and willingly walking right into a den of starving wolves to bounce down upon her...yet here she was, having a hard time refusing to turn Sir Shirou down on his offered invitation...
"Because, Lady Guinevere, I happen to be a great admirer of the Arthurian Legend, and was one of the three examples of Kings past who served as the basis for my rule of Kingship. I have a great respect for the legend of the King of Knights, and I know that you may not be the same Guinevere from that legend, but from my understanding, you served the god who was the prototype for the King of Knights, thus I wish to give you the chance to defend your King's honor in this upcoming feast, and defend his rule of Kingship."
The smile he gave in his sincere request was one that melted the Queen of Briton like butter and made her turn to jelly inside at the urge to make him keep smiling. Fighting off the blush, the Witch-queen of the Divine Ancestors showed no sign of her emotional inner-turmoil, as she simply agreed with a very quiet 'yes' as King Emiya turned around to give her the invitation, but before he could hand it to her, it suddenly disappeared from his grasp along with the child-like immortal.
Blinking at her rather hasty exit, the Emiya suddenly found his voice after a moment of staring blankly at the empty hand that held the signed invitation. "...huh...and I never got the chance to tell her about that..." Shrugging slightly, the Emiya suddenly recalled the letter he had started to open before he decided to see what it was about…
...while the entire household was preparing for the feast, they were all suddenly interrupted by a sudden shout of shocked surprise, as the sound of the young master of the house suddenly yelling out loud just four words at what the Head of the Seishuuin family was requesting on behalf of four of Japan's most influential deities…
"ROOT-DAMN MY E-RANK LUCK!~"
...as he just received word that the Japanese God of Storms, the Demon Swordsmith, and the Sword Saint all requested to meet with him and be given an invitation to the feast, along with a marriage proposition by the goddess among their ranks, a request from the Master of Worship whom is also known as one of the seven Japanese deities of fortune, [Benten] herself...and Emiya Shirou just knew his life was going to be getting more complicated...
Omake Special: Specialty Weapons of the Wrought Iron Forge
Shirou was simply flipping through channels on the t.v. at random, looking for something to pass the time as he hadn't had mush to do few the last few days. His training with both Godou and their respective entourages was pretty much going as he expected it to, given the number of interruptions they've had which prevented them from getting any progress made. He was about to stop and turn the electronic device off before his eyes were glued to the screen at the show he just so happened to channel flip to on the last one, and the grin he had begun sporting would have made even a Tohsaka proud at the sight.
Two hours later...
"...my King, I know you said you had a few ideas for creating new weapons, but just what in the hell are these designs even from?" Reki asked his King in an understandably confused tone, after all, he has never even SEEN, much less heard of such outlandish weapons before, and these designs were something else in a level and class of weird all their ow in his book.
"That's because the idea for these weapons came from a show I just happened to see by chance on t.v. earlier today. These weapons were based off of them in design and idea, do you think you can help me make them work?" Shirou asked his resident gunsmith for his opinion. While he could easily produce the bladed aspects of these designs, he would need Reki's help to produce the firearm aspects of them.
"...I can help make them, if that's what you are asking, but that's not what I was asking you, my King...just what in the seven hells is the name of the show you found the ideas for these weapons from...the sheer idea of these even existing is insane in and of itself, so who actually made them in fiction..."
"It was a show called 'RWBY', and it was something I found was eerily similar to the Dragoons that I thought you might like to watch and help me make." The Emiya remarked with the biggest smile on his face at the sheer look of surprise upon the revived mercenary's face. He knew he took a bit of inspiration, but this...this was something not even he would be crazy enough to try on his own...he was really starting to like serving his King, as the two were of like minds in more ways than one...
...and they did the finishing touches on the new weapon they produced together for Ayamatsu, and the one they gifted to her before the battle against [Sun Wukong]…along with the rest of the new designs they had finished before the battle, with ideas for improvement and how to give their wielders the chance to customize them to their hearts content...
A/N:...and that's the chapter peeps, along with a slight omake at the end. Just to let you all know, no, that is not a canon omake for my fic, just a bit of a funny reference I planned after getting the idea from Vein Bloodborne about it. I know the chapter is short this time around, but that's because the next few are gonna be a bit long again. Until next chapter, PEACE OUT!