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ARC 2 - Chapter 2: School Days (2)
"You know. If you keep up with that scowl any longer, your face might end up stuck like that forever."
She huffed, her arms now crossed by her chest tightened more at the umpteenth infantile comment she was forced to listen to.
The strange vehicle that Zelretch was driving was something marvelous, and while part of her wanted to study more the fascinating means that makes it capable of moving without the need of magecraft or horses, the situation just didn't offer her that much reprieve.
Japan was an odd place.
While Arcueid Brunestud had long learned either from both her past tutors or from the smiling fool sitting beside her to not judge a book from its cover, the strange mentality that was ingrained in this 'eastern' society just failed to sit well in her stomach.
The island itself was just a little bigger than the main British Isle, but the people and the culture there was severely different from anything she had seen in Europe.
The language was also an aspect that got her to actually suffer, as it's been way too long since she had been compelled to learn a new one and… three alphabets were fairly difficult to get grasp.
It took her a solid month to gain fluency in Japanese, both in speaking it and writing in Hiragana, Katakana, and Kanji.
But the real issue here wasn't the hassle that she had been burdened with by Zelretch's own decision. The quandary was the one related to the fact she had been taken by him for this sudden trip away from the safe walls of his office.
While that big room was hardly spacious with how many shelves and artifacts kept in a disastrous order, it was at least devoid of chances of her ending up facing some of the ambitious magi that lingered within Clock Tower.
But while the Wizard Marshal looked as happy as he could over the 'exciting father-daughter experience' that waited for them, Arcueid had decided to employ her own arsenal of nagging terms and words that she knew would work on the smiling old man.
"Are we there yet?"
A sigh. "Not yet~!"
It sounded a simple remark with little attention given to it, but the little blonde knew perfectly of the mindset of the driver and she knew that a little more than a hundredth queries of the same topic would push anyone to a state of mental exhaustion.
The 'car' was enchanted with some runes applied by the glasses that nullified the effects of sunlight on vampires, but Arcueid hardly cared for the usual tree passing by as they proceeded with their trip.
It was absurd to believe that the man responsible for the kill of her ancestor would actually need her presence on the field. It was just… asinine to believe there was actually a threat capable of pushing the Kaleidoscope himself to move together with someone that was slightly weaker than him in terms of raw magical prowess.
But the little blonde didn't mind. In fact, something about this 'worry' just felt amusing to look at. It was the first time she saw Zelretch freak out this badly, and whatever had set him like this, it had to be an opponent worth of her attention.
Which was good news to her since she was starving for a proper fight. A bloody one too if things went according to her deep desires.
But instead of humming happily at this possibility, Arcueid merely stared at the sight offered by the frontal glass and… the strange dark clouds that were forming right by the city they were slowly approaching.
It wasn't the color that got her blood-red eyes to stare fixedly at those, but the unusual amount of magical energy intensifying within those.
"What's that?"
Zelretch was silent at first, and his smile was already gone as he pressed on the pedal to accelerate the vehicle.
"Something I had predicted… but I wasn't expecting it to happen so quickly, or at least not before we had the chance to reach the Grail."
A surprised eyebrow lifted at that. "We're actually dismantling it?"
While the girl had zero contacts with other people, some of the letters sent by the various representatives from Clocktower had kept her busy during her lonely self-exile in that gloomy office.
The Holy Grail War sounded like something precious if handled correctly, but since it was created by Magi to be used by other Magi, it was correct to think that nothing good would ever come from such a complex construct.
Curiously enough, Arcueid was slightly reminded of the concept behind any Reality Marbles. But instead of imposing numerous personal-driven rules within a limited zone of the World, it was a single rule (the wish) getting translated into the common laws imposed by Gaia.
It was a silent strike at the Will of the Planet, one that surprisingly enough stabilized the very moment that Gaia itself took note of it and actually accepted it as a newer truth.
A brilliant work, but one completely wasted by leaving it at the hands of numerous unknown individuals. The fact that none had actually managed to get a proper wish out of the device was a sign that it was best to confiscate it or even dismantle it.
Too powerful, too dangerous, too irritating to even think about.
But just as her mind had slowly wandered away by the confusing sight, Zelretch had seen fit to finally answer to her inquiry with more information.
"I hope you understand that you will have to stick close to me once we're inside the town," The Wizard Marshal pointed out. "While you could easily kill anything that's getting created by the Grail, I think the real problem is the corruption causing this kind of phenomenon."
She huffed, rolling her eyes in a moment of annoyance. "As if I would allow some disgusting taint to corrupt me."
"It's not an attempt to diminish your worth, little Arc," The fellow Ancestor pointed out. "But I think you're missing the big picture about it. I can easily say that Type Moon herself would've some trouble dealing with that kind of situation. Especially when she is not prepared to face something that is beyond the limits of mortality… and divinity."
…
"What?"
Disregarding the absurd claim that Brunestud of the Crimson Moon would've possibly been the strongest entity within the planet, the fact that he was suggesting that whatever was behind this bizarre development was beyond a Deity of old?
Should she worry that her guardian had finally gone senile?
"While Angra Mainyu, the Servant that was 'created' out of the Third War, was weaker compared to many other Heroes, it would be wrong to assume he is still a weakling now that he had taken over the Grail," The old man answered tensely. "He has a large input of mana that he can manipulate at his whim. And now that he has gone safely to channel more and more energy, I would dare to say that we might end up embroiled in a Grail War."
"Sounds like rubbish," The princess rebuked earnestly. "While I might not remember properly the basis of human magecraft, I do remember that to manipulate any immense amount of energy conceived by the large leylines available in Fuyuki Town would require a reinforced body. Something that this 'God of Evil' doesn't have since his body was destroyed before getting thrown back in the artifact."
…
…
"I know I'm right, so why-"
"You recited the rule correctly, but you failed to grasp an important detail that makes your theory collapse completely," Zelretch interrupted quietly. "The issue is that he does have a proper body to make things happen with the energy he's absorbing. The lesser Grail used for the Fourth Holy Grail War."
There was a pause, and the girl froze at the realization offered by her guardian. She had been thinking from the first war to the third one, but she had barely given attention to the fourth one considering how little was known to her about the event.
"The Lesser Grail was taken?"
The fellow ancestor sighed. "Yes. And the thing is that now that he knows things are slowly turning against him, his plans are going to drastically speed up to match up to those that threaten his existence."
"So things are going to get ethic right as we arrive in Fuyuki?"
"Perhaps," The Wizard Marshal replied with a minor degree of uncertainty… and that confirmed that things weren't going to be as funny as she expected those to end up.
A huff left her lips. "Then I suppose I shall be ready for any aggression. But I will not defend you if you falter in your steps."
"I wouldn't demand such a privilege from you, young heiress."
Things were really taking an irritating twist now that he was forced to deal with this.
It's been months since he had decided to finally offer some assistance to Shirou Emiya. The boy was far from reaching his peak, but he represented a chance to revert a 'minor' mistake the blond had committed during his ruling. One that could just be 'fixed' just as he saw fit.
The Age of God, as he could remember it, wasn't something that he was aiming to restore to the fullest. The state of anarchy among the tribes, the greedy emotions of certain deities, and the troublesome lack of proper power consolidation-
His memories of that era weren't ethereal as he would've liked those to be. It was a better time compared to the one he was living now, but there were already problems rising with the way Gods considered their creations and worshipers.
The slaying of the Titan from the stars had coaxed a large majority of deities into a sense of self-absorption that eventually saw Gilgamesh pitted against them.
But while he himself was still uncertain if he would've been able to win a fight against his 'founders' without suffering lethal and deadly injuries, he would never try to even think of regretting his final decision.
Revealing the truth of their existence to their believers sparked the fiery crescendo that eventually mortalized deities into machines. From that point onward, humanity gained prominence and 'priority' over the declining Gods and… things ended up like this.
With mankind prospering over the ashes of long gone deities.
The punishment the Gods were subjected to made his stern action worth to a fair degree, but the final development, the one that led to this current timeline where humanity had strayed away from its glorious feats, rendered this effort quite a bitter issue he was responsible for.
His only mistake, he would say reluctantly if he felt in a good mood.
And while the world was rolling the way he deemed correct, things were far from reaching true completion.
Shirou's ability, the Game, was something that had to be preserved at all costs now. Not at his life's expenses, but still enough to warrant the King's guarantee and loyalty to the young boy.
He was meant to represent the change, but whatever it was going to be for good or bad was going to be dictated by one individual only… and that was the King of Heroes himself.
Yet, peace wasn't meant to last as he had completely forgotten that something- or someone was still lurking and waiting to strike at the best opportunity.
Gilgamesh was unsure how things had suddenly changed away from the peaceful context he had been living in.
One moment he was sitting alone by the park, questioning with an annoyed thought or two about the clouding of the sky and why his omnipresence was starting to have trouble understanding what was happening within the city. Then two dark figures rushed for a quick brawl.
But if he had to be honest, the King of Heroes was quite impressed by the way both sword-wielding attackers were handling the first barrage of his treasury.
Fergus mac Róich was one of the known heroes in the Ulster Cycle, his presence seconded only by names like the one held by Cu Chulainn and Queen Medb. His swordsmanship was still on point as he bravely tried to defend himself at the onslaught of blades raining upon him.
Caladbolg, his blade, easily handling most of the treasury, but soon finding trouble with the other swords of higher origin and purpose. Truly a pity that he was silent and unwilling to spare his target any of his suffering.
His companion, albeit slightly weaker and less experienced than him, was faring as well as the Irish Hero was. Donning a silver armor with numerous references to the religion he had 'believed' during his activity in France, Gilles de Rais didn't have any magical weapon to resist the iron rain falling upon him.
His quick feet were his only saving grace, but his curaisse was already getting torn apart by some swifter blades falling near to his face.
To think that the disgusting interpretation that was Caster would return in its younger self, before the deformation into the demented fool…
Gilles was a mere soldier in this version of the legend. One that had followed closely the deeds accomplished by Jeanne D'Arc, offering her friendship and advice whenever she needed any of those. A fervent follower, but one deviated by personal desires upon the maiden, ultimately betraying the idea left behind by the very idol he loved so closely.
The foolish men, corrupted by the Grail, were desperately trying to kill Gilgamesh, and the former Archer was almost bored by the fact they looked so uncoordinated and unfocused. If they had been given more of their personal willpower, things would've been surely 'funnier' for him to deal with.
But right now he was facing two brutes that hardly gave him a challenge to fight against. And it frustrated him to no end.
It was like looking at two Berserkers without the two actually having a fraction that the class should bestow to the Servants assigned to the label.
With a sigh and a quick wave of hand, the two Servants were ultimately decimated by numerous other portals opening and dropping more of the Golden King's treasury upon them.
The gruesome sight wasn't something that Gilgamesh lingered for too long as he soon perceived two more individuals rushing at him.
Several blue bolts rushed through some of the bushes nearby, trying to hit the annoyed blond from behind.
With his eyes turning to grace his new harassers, the King of Heroes moved away as Fionn mac Cumhaill rushed at him with his lance, Mac an Luin. The golden-tipped spear failed to find its target, and the owner of the weapon was forced to swiftly engage against a furious Gilgamesh.
One thing was attacking him through fair means, another was trying to cheaply get a hit on him without properly introducing themselves.
The two blonds were relentless with their respective attacks, but the former Archer was far faster and decisive with his blows. Fionn tensed up as the sword held by his opponent plunged deep through his chest.
Surprise filled the puppet-Servant, but the moment of peace was interrupted when more blue bolts started to rush at them. With a single move, Gilgamesh turned the dying Servant into the approaching magic bullets, speeding up the process of his opponent's death.
His red eyes soon were over the tiny red-haired archer throwing even more bolts at him.
Robin Hood, the legend that materialized in the form of an infuriating trickster.
But the King of Heroes wasn't up for any plays for today. Especially with his Sha Naqba Imuru getting disrupted by what seemed to be an ordeal caused by Angra Mainyu. The signs were there and he didn't need his clairvoyance to notice that it was all connected to the frustrating taint still lingering his domains.
Enkidu flew through his portals, the chain mercilessly wrapping around the shocked Archer and slamming his form off from the tree branch he had been crouching by and painfully on the ground, breaking his neck in the process.
He looked around, feeling only feeble energy pattern that indicated that there was much more than just four weaklings.
"I can see that there is more of you, mongrels. Please, indulge with your own assault… in the end my punishment will only increase to the one that is sending you all against me," The Golden King brazenly called out. "I will not cower before your assault- in fact, I rejoice at the chance of proving my worth before you worthless selves."
He didn't need to wait much longer than someone did heed his call and… He snarled as Enkidu moved just in time to intercept the fast-paced monster rushing at him.
Roaring furiously, the inhuman giant tried to break free of the restrictions failing just like it had happened 'before'.
Gilgamesh sighed, looking at Herakles with a scowl.
"I think your controller is genuinely trying to aggravate me," He seethed under his breath, staring furiously at the groaning behemoth as it continued to break away from his limitations. "And I will make him taste the full fury of my soul and right as a king."
There was no reason to spare more words to the brainless monster, and Gilgamesh prepared to unleash Ea upon the creature. He knew that dealing with the Berserker's God Hand was going to be just annoying and time-draining, something that as a King couldn't help but find unacceptable before these circumstances.
But before he could get the key prepared to deploy the ultimate Noble Phantasm, his attention snapped at a sudden and loud exclamation.
"Kazikli Bey!"
Vlad Draculesti's unique ability, the crystallization of his victory over the large ranks of troops dispatched by the Ottoman Empire to punish the rebellious ruler of Wallachia.
Just as it was called upon, numerous stakes emerged ferociously from the ground, the path looking to be directed right at the calm-looking King of Heroes.
The former Archer jumped away quickly deploying his Vimana. The golden vessel soared quickly to catch its owner, letting the King rest by the throne-like chair available atop the ancient vehicle.
"An admirable effort from your part, Lancer. But one that fails to match with the limitations imposed by your own Noble Phantasm," Gilgamesh complimented. "Sadly enough, I'm not in the mood of playing with either you or your fellow monster."
He stood up from his seat as Enkidu quickly rushed to subdue the incensed Impaler, the white-haired fiend fending off the chains with his lance, but failing to properly defend himself as he was soon overwhelmed by the unbreakable weapon.
Snarling and struggling against the restraints, the vampire soon was sent slamming onto the limited Herakles and Gilgamesh deployed his final strike against them.
"I shall strike and call it a ritual of separation-
The Sky and the Land divided,
the nothingness praising the conception,
and my blade ruptured the earth,"
Ea's cylinders started to rotate, the input of energy running through the weapon intensifying as Gilgamesh started to lift it above his head.
"Destroyer of Stars,
Heaven's Hell shall be the prelude of creation's celebration."
The world stilled, and Gilgamesh felt a tingle going through his body as he now remembered why Ea was special to him. A smile twitched by his lips as he brought forth his fury upon his enemies.
"ENUMA ELISH!"
And light bathed the land as the powerful blast tore down at the panicking Servants. Enkidu had moved quickly out of the way as the beam struck its targets and the world was blinded by the glorious energy released by the Sword of Rupture.
There was peace… there was calm.
Gilgamesh returned Ea back in his treasury, an impassive look settling by his face instead of the gloating one he had planned to let out.
Something was off. Incredibly so.
And he decided to move back to the only chair available in the Vimana… only to quickly find that he was now… stuck?
He couldn't move, or rather his body was paralyzed by what felt to be a sudden curse placed on himself.
A blink, then two- finally he got sight over his final attacker and the tall woman advanced towards him. Her blindfold was off, and her mystic eyes were pressuring his will to a stalemate as he tried to back away from the approaching Rider Servant.
"You weren't ready as you planned, your highness," Medusa smoothly commented, but Gilgamesh quickly recognized that it wasn't her voice leaving her lips.
"I suppose the prime cur would need to manifest to gloat. Truly a shameless sight that you would seriously think this will actually work," The Golden King rebuked, only to be met with a bored sigh by the woman.
"Oh, but I'm aware that Medusa here can't kill you," Angra Mainyu replied with a happy hum. "In fact, she is just meant to delay you for his moment."
What?
Something soared off from the ground. The figure was fairly short, but his armor and clothes were quite bright. His arrow burned brightly in his bow and soon… he let out his Noble Phantasm.
Gilgamesh felt panic rise at the immediate realization of what was happening… but it was too late.
"STELLA-AH!"
Or was it?
An explosion shattered the frame of Arash, interrupting his highly-destructive and suicidal final move and making Medusa stare in shock at the failure of that simple plan.
"W-Who dares to-" Her body went tense before she could finish, a presence staring behind her.
"I expected to find the Devil in here… but I was regaled with a mere puppet that can hardly move against me," The new arrival commented dryly. "A pity- no, an outright sin against my mission. I shan't forgive you for bringing torment to the living world!"
Gilgamesh was quiet as he stared at the young man, donning a simple red robe and a matching hat under what looked to be a laurel wreath, slammed his staff onto the woman's head and sent it flying away.
The corpse burned in a dark fire, enveloping the entirety of the dead Servant before their eyes.
There was silence… and Gilgamesh was incredibly confused as he couldn't recognize this Servant specifically.
The unknown man, once incensed by the presence of the Evil creature, now sported a relieved smile as he turned to greet the blond.
"Salutations King of Heroes, beholder of the absolute rule over the world," The smiling figure bowed respectfully while saying so. "Your presence is as radiant as expected, and your virtue is evident in all of your features. Like a perfect representation of a true King and-"
"Who are you."
It wasn't a question. While the sudden compliments hit the former Archer in the proper spot, there was just something strange about the figure that made the King of Heroes stand tensely around him.
Something about him was just… different from the usual Heroic Spirit.
"Oh! Forgive me, oh kind lord, it's just common modesty to be polite before a true monarch." Another bow, his smile hardly looked fazed by Gilgamesh comment.
"My true name is Durante di Alighiero degli Alighieri, but I'm mostly known as Dante Alighieri, the Sommo Poeta(1)," He introduced himself with a cheerful tone. "I'm a Foreigner-Class Servant… and I'm seeking to find the one that will finally materialize the prophecy I've long waited for!"
…
"What?"
Shirou patiently hummed as he started to prepare his textbook by the large table in Julian's room.
The study session had yet to begin, and they were still waiting for the arrival of the curious guest that their friend had invited for the occasion.
Miyu Edelfelt… that name didn't remind him of anyone he had met before.
It wasn't that much odd that he was still unaware of most of the inhabitants in town. But for this specific person to be a frequent visitor of the nearby park… it just felt confusing as to why Shirou had never noticed this individual before.
The park was frequented by many children during the morning, but Julian had described the girl as a young teen with short dark hair and amber eyes.
The depiction had offered very little insight about who she could be as the young Emiya would've remembered someone like her. And yet nothing, there was zero recollection of such an individual.
Rin had already deployed the entirety of her bag over her space, with her attention now taken completely by her attempt to fiddle around with her pens.
Shinji was huffing, his legs waving around but avoiding kicking any of them under the table, with his part of the desk completely missing of anything other than a pencil and a piece of paper.
"Why is she taking this long?" The Matou whined, his head crumbling by the table as the young Tohsaka glared back at him for being this blunt over the issue.
It's been twenty minutes now since they had been waiting for the teen to arrive and Julian was still waiting by the lower floor, by the entrance as they continued to patiently stay for any new developments.
"Do you think he tricked Ainsworth?" Shinji asked quietly at Shirou. "It wouldn't be much of a surprise if the girl was just one of those that just bait people and then prank them like this."
"That doesn't sound much… of a fun thing to do," The Emiya commented. "Aren't pranks to give… amusement?"
"Not everyone has the same degree of entertainment as we have, Shirou-kun," Rin pointed out quietly. "Think of Matou-san- he likes to be annoying whenever it's possible. There, that it's an odd way to draw entertainment from."
Shinji gawked at that comment, but he failed to compile an answer at the mean shot thrown at him 'so unexpectedly'.
There wasn't much to do with the fact that Rin herself was starting to get annoyed too, and becoming a target to her irritation by stating out the obvious felt like a dangerous game around her.
So Shirou kept quiet and focused on the homework for today.
"Still, do you think she will be nice or… maybe Ainsworth is being lead around by her possible beauty," The blue-haired boy inquired about, now sporting curiosity instead of annoyance for the host of this house.
"She's probably nice," The Gamer hummed calmly. "Julian said that his younger sister seemed to like her a lot, and that they played at lot by the park. Maybe she had some troubles, that's why she's late."
"Still, it's quite odd."
"What? Don't you think people can have other things other than visiting people?" Rin pressed on with some irritation now clear in her tone.
Shinji seemed to finally understand that continuing through that path wasn't going to end well for him, and he finally kept a silent for the remainder of the situation.
Another ten minutes passed before Julian actually returned with a happy smile… and the guest that he had said was going to come was right behind him as he entered the room.
"Rin-chan, Shinji-san, Shirou-kun," The boy mentioned with a polite tone. "I introduce you to Miyu Edelfelt."
The bespectacled boy made way, offering a clear sight over the girl and… she looked incredibly familiar now that Shirou had a clear glance over her.
Miyu had her hair kept short through some ribbons tying part of her locks behind from falling beneath her shoulders. Her vibrant amber eyes matched his for a moment-
The young Emiya had to hold back from shivering at the strange electric shock that he got from that mere look. Something felt surprisingly intense about her staring before she actually gave a quick bow and a shy smile.
"Julian-kun and Erika-chan told me you three are good friends of his. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise, Miyu-chan," Rin quickly replied with a vibrant smile and… relief dripping from her words. Maybe it was because she was no longer the only girl in that small group of friends… or perhaps she was glad that she could 'learn more stuff' from someone older than them.
The study session started shortly after, with Miyu keeping away from actively helping the four children with their homework and only staring at them silently.
She lingered a little too much at Shirou, making it easy for the redhead to understand that the girl was interested at him for some reason.
Frowning a little but keeping his stare over his calculations, Shirou thought of the command while sparing a swift look at the distracted Edelfelt and… he got even more confused at the stats he got back.
Name: Miyu Emiya (Formerly Sakatsuki)
Title: The soft-spoken Magician Girl
Age: 14
Level: 12-?
HP : 1200/1200-?
MP : 2000-?
Emiya? Why- when-
Surely Kiritsugu had hold anything from him about other members of his family. And Shirou believed that it was truly the case… despite the odd revelation provided by such a sight.
His adoptive father was orphaned, and had a single standing relationship with Irisviel von Einzbern. Illya was his only daughter… and yet Miyu was a Emiya.
The Game was suggesting this despite the fact that it was impossible for it to be true.
And… what kind of title was that?
While he had been seeing strange animes about magical girls because Illya had forced him to see these shows with her, he couldn't see how this would make sense in a normal context.
Was she really a magical girl? One related to him and Illya?
The redhead could see his older sister squeal at the thought that part of her family was able to become something she had started to idolize just recently. He let out a sight at that adorable image, only ending up catching Miyu's attention with that.
"Do you need some help, Shirou?"
He blinked, glancing up at the girl with a confused frown.
"Oh? Oh- I wasn't- I was just thinking about something back home," The Gamer replied with some mumbled words.
"Are you thinking about Illya-chan? You know that she is probably done with her homework already by now," Rin pointed out with a minor grimace. "Truly, she is super-smart about school."
Much to the surprise of many, especially Shirou's, the young Einzbern easily became one of the smartest girls in the Elementary School section of Homurahara Academy. She had been picked on in the first few days, but she had bravely lasted those and obtained quite a following with her kind words and adorable accent.
"Illya?" Miyu inquired curtly, making Shinji sigh.
"Shirou's older sister. She is quite nice and really kind," The Matou explained calmly. "Still, she's an Einzbern and so I'm just respectful with her."
There was silence after the girl nodded at the response, but Shirou quickly noticed that the Edelfelt was muttering silently the words 'older sister'.
He felt nervous, perhaps this individual was trying to dig more on his life- maybe she was related to Kiritsugu through other means and… she had come to Fuyuki just recently.
He continued to work on his paper, hoping that things wouldn't escalate from that point onward and… they didn't.
The study session lasted for a couple of hours, stopping just some minutes away from dinnertime.
Julian bid them a warm goodbye as they all walked out of his house and back home.
But just as Shirou started to turn and walk together with Shinji and Rin back to the Emiya household, the boy stopped to notice something moving by Miyu's backpack as the teen retreated on the opposite direction.
He blinked at the strange looking short staff with a bright yellow star at the center and a pair of blue butterfly wings on its side.
Name: Sapphire
Title: Kaleidostick Beta
What was that?!
AN
So much is happening at once and… I'm starting to experiment with multiple POVS happening within my stories. Kind of odd to do now but… I feel like writing in this matter is easier than before.
Less troublesome, I dare to say.
But yes, Miyu is that Miyu and… the reason why she's there is connected with what's happening to this Fuyuki.
Stay tuned for what's going to be a complicated mindfuck that one would find only in a canon story from the Nasuverse.
GLOSSARY – (1) Sommo Poeta is a title bestowed to Dante Alighieri by Italy, it's roughly translated as the Supreme Poet, yet I think The Wisest Poet matches is better on a meaning-related connection.
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REVIEW Q&A!
Isaac LB: Surprisingly enough Shinji works as 'Flaws within Heaven' without getting overbearing with his mannerism.
sleepingDOTmoon356: I would say that an Illya will be shown as a Magical Girl. Not this one (yet).
Javi30: Thanks, I hope the same for you!
Semi-Immortal Cat Akumu: It's the Miyuverse's finest Magical Girl!
Tarrasque698: I did flinch while I wrote that title. Part of my Anime-induced PTSD is from 'that anime' in particular.
Sloth Origin: Gil took the role of Mentor. It's not a genuine mentorship, rather a 'I kick you off some rocks and into the ocean, now learn how to swim while I throw stones at you' kind of teaching. Mash, as far as I know, is still alive. She did 'perish' in FGO Part 1 Finale, but she was revived through some interesting manner.
Xenahort x: Extraverse is complicated, and I don't know how to push it in the story since it's an alternate timeline altogether. FGO maybe after this story is over- and I think there are plans for other Prillya characters to appear.
PersonaNinja Lux: The original trio will be in there. Expects lots of 'Ohhh!' from Illya at the fact she is an Onee-san in this timeline.