For the first time since arriving in this land I experience a dreamless sleep and wake up under the starry sky. There's no confusion about where I am or what happened to me, it is a simple and peaceful awakening.

Which is a good thing as I don't really want to be drawing any attention to myself at this moment of time. It's not that I'm afraid of drawing attention to myself like I may have been under different circumstances. I understand now that these people aren't out to get me, the fact that I was allowed to sleep undisturbed only reinforcing that. No, it's that I need time to myself to figure out what the hell happened earlier and I'm just not mentally ready to hold any sort of conversation with them.

First things first, I take a quick look around the area. I never actually had a chance to do so earlier, what with the whole interrogation so it's all rather new to me. From what I can see they've set up camp in a forest clearing, though whilst they have a campfire burning they only have one tent set up. That seems kind of odd. Fortunately for me the fire's light doesn't reach far enough to illuminate me, allowing for my awakening to go unnoticed by the individuals sitting around the fire.

Finished with my observations I let my head fall back against the tree and look up at the stars. I take a few moments to just soak in their beauty before closing my eyes and descending into my thoughts.

'Alright, just what happened earlier?' I question myself, focusing on that interrogation. I accepted that the Jeanne they are with is not the same person as that Witch, which honestly when I think about isn't that unbelievable. I mean magic and dragons exist, why not evil versions of people? Wait… is that the plot of this Isekai? Evil versions of famous people fucking up the timeline? 'No, I don't have enough evidence for that, besides I should stop thinking of this as an Isekai. This is real life, not anime.'

Regardless, why did I have such trouble accepting that? I can accept myself believing them to be the same in the beginning, I wasn't exactly in the greatest state of mind back when I first met these people. But just straight up refusing to listen to anything they say? Refusing to even give the idea some thought? That's not normal and when I think back to those times, it's almost as if there was a blocker, something that was preventing me from even directing my thoughts in those directions. I'm guessing that's how my mind was lying to me, which probably also led into my eyes deceiving me. But how? What caused that?

The curse? I doubt it, that thing only knows hatred and doesn't seem capable of such trickery.

My madness enhancement? Maybe, but I can tell when that thing is activated and what its effects are, and as far as I know it hasn't been affecting me in such a way.

Some sort of mental trauma? This is possible, but I don't know enough about the subject to make any statements, and even then I'm not sure if they can be this specific.

'Damnit, I guess there's no easy answer for me here huh? Well let's just move to the next subject. What the hell was with that weird dream?' Most of my dreams I don't remember, but this one is almost as clear as any of my normal memories, it was no ordinary dream. It felt as if I was awake within the dream, as if I had been transported to some other place. Then there's the mysterious voice, the focal point of the dream. It was expecting me, or at least it was expecting to meet me at some point, which is… odd to say the least. Can it see the future or something? And what the hell is the sealed sea?

'Well at least I know the voice is on my side, it did seem to want to give me more help. And its advice proved useful.' Knowing that I couldn't truly trust my mind gave me enough incentive to find the truth, but now I'm more curious about the second piece of advice. How does my story only just beginning make me unique? Everyone's story has to begin at some point. Though the most worrying part of that is the fact that if I don't stay true to myself then I'll cease to be? That's… kinda scary, but seems easy to do, how can I not be myself?

'Well, I guess I just have to wait until I can ask these questions personally. But that's everything I need to puzzle out. Now I just need to figure out what to do now.' I don't have to put much thought into this one, as I already have an important task to do, curing the curse.

I've gotten somewhat used to it now, but the thing is a constant buzz of pain even when it isn't active, and right now seems to be one of its inactive phases. Though now that my thoughts have drifted to it, it has started to gradually increase in pain. 'I wonder, how my arm is looking now?' Since I last checked on my left arm I've used the curse a fair bit more, so it's probably gotten worse right? 'Well at least I can satisfy my curiosity here' I think with some amusement as I take off the cloak and look down at my left arm.

'Oh it's much worse now' even under the darkness of night I can see how bad it looks, with the skin having turned a dark shade of purple, the veins looking even worse with their black coloration and how they look to be popping out of my arm. Then there's the fact that the arm is covered in burns and cracks along the skin, of which appear to leak a dark miasma. I dare not even touch it, expecting that if I do it'll just start bleeding. And it doesn't end there as I can see and feel that the curse extends out of my arm and onto the rest of my body. 'Oh man that doesn't look good, I really need to get this cured' Fortunately, I'm much closer to figuring that out than I was before, considering that this group managed to cure the sword guy of his mega curse, I'm sure they can help with mine too. Which I might need to get on pretty soon as I'm pretty sure the curse is close to killing me.

I might be wrong, but I can feel it slowly spreading throughout my body and hooking itself into my mind as it does so. If it activates again it won't wave to send out waves of hatred, it will be able to just infect my mind with it directly, something which I doubt the cross will save me from. Whilst I don't know if that will actually kill me, I definitely don't want it to happen. 'I should probably keep it close anyway' I decide, quickly patting myself down until I find the cross somehow stuck in my cloak, and keep it close to me. Instantly gaining a small amount of relief from the curse.

'Now. Just how do I go about doing this?' I think with a grimace. It'll be really awkward to just go up and ask for help, considering that they've already saved my life once and I've repaid them with nothing but hostility and trying to kill them. Also it'd be just another admission of weakness to them, I know we're not enemies anymore but I don't really know what their intentions towards me are and I need to appear as strong as possible in order to keep some amount of respect.

'But… that's definitely not something worth dying over' ultimately my life is more important than some embarrassment or saving face. Besides there isn't really any other way to get them to do it without asking. I've just got to just swallow what little pride I have left and ask them to save me from death once again.

'Alright, let's get this over with' with a sigh I pick myself up and approach the campfire, an act that proves to be rather difficult as after just a few steps the curse acts up again. A wave of pain shoots through my body and spikes into my legs, causing them to spasm and send me falling to the ground.

'Well, there goes my respect' I think as I close my eyes and brace myself for impact with the ground. An impact that never arrives since before I hit the ground someone catches me with ease and helps me back to my feet.

"Do you need help?" comes the voice of the one who caught me, opening my eyes and looking at them reveals them to be the sword guy with the glowing chest mark.

"Huh? Oh, uh, no I should be-" another wave of pain flows through my body causing me to hiss in pain, with it I can feel the curse pulsing down my leg, I don't think I'll be able to walk on it. "On second thought, I could use some help."

"Alright" the man nods his head and slings my arm around his shoulder, with his aid I easily make my way to the campfire. Now that I'm closer I can see that some logs have been set up as seating and that there's currently only one other person sitting here, Jeanne d'Arc.

I can't help but feel a pulse of fear as I look at her again, my eyes aren't deceiving me anymore and I know she isn't the witch, but that face… that face is far too similar for my liking. I tear my eyes away from that face and instead focus on the fire as I sit on one of the logs, giving the sword guy a nod and a murmur of thanks as I do.

I keep my eyes focused on the flames, letting its crackling be the only thing that keeps away the silence as I do my best to calm myself down and chase away the fear within me. Soon enough I can feel a pressure I hadn't even noticed start to lift and my heart stops beating as fast. I still take a couple more moments to just gather myself and prepare for the conversation that is to come before lifting my gaze from the fire and returning it to Jeanne.

This time I still feel that same fear, but I'm prepared for it and manage to focus on the differences between her and the witch. Their different colourations that I can't believe I couldn't see before, the soft smile in her face that I don't even think the witch is capable of, and the simple fact that I know she isn't the witch. Of course, now that I've managed to look at her I need to actually start talking if I want to approach the topic of removing my curse, something that I find myself unable to do as I simply can't find the words to start with.

Fortunately I don't have to find the words since Jeanne is the one to speak up first.

"It's good to see that you're awake again, how are you feeling now?" she asks with a voice that is both so similar and yet so very different to the witch. I try to focus on the difference, on the differing tone and the more compassionate feel in this voice. Even so I can't help but flinch as I hear her voice.

"Ah well I'm…" I trail off having been about to just automatically say I'm fine as one does in response to that sort of question and considering the situation I'm in… I should probably just answer truthfully. "Well I'm better than I was earlier at least, which isn't really saying a lot when I think of it."

"Yes you were... " she pauses, likely trying to be polite about it.

"Paranoid and practically insane?" I offer

"Well I wouldn't have put it like that… but I suppose it is a rather apt description."

An uncomfortable silence settles between us, well at least it's uncomfortable for me as when I glance over at her she's still wearing that soft smile. It's not even the silence that's making me uncomfortable, it's the constant underlying pain that's coming from the curse. 'Damnit, I'm not going to get anywhere like this.'

With a sigh I take my eyes of the fire and turn them on Jeanne again "Look, I know you guys have already helped me more than enough and that all I've given in return is hostility. But I need your help again, I need to know how I can get rid of this curse."

"Ah yes that curse, I can heal that for you right now" she offers without hesitation.

"I'm willing to- Oh, you already agreed" I reply somewhat surprised, though I probably should have expected it, she is a saint after all. "Then please, do what you can" I say, bowing my head and shrugging off my cloak, letting her see my cursed arm.

"Don't worry, I may be somewhat limited as a servant but I should be more than capable of helping you here" she gets a determined look in her eye before getting up and approaching me.

'Ah, she's moving closer to me. I could barely manage looking her in the eyes and now I'll have to deal with her being close to me!? How can I be expected to deal with this!?' Somehow I manage to keep myself still as she approaches. Even as icy tendrils of fear grip my heart and my skin begins to crawl, I keep myself still. As she takes a seat on my log I even manage to prevent myself from flinching and running away altogether. That's not to say I hide my reaction to her at all though as I rather obviously tense up.

"Ah, I see. Am I making you uncomfortable? We could have Georgios remove your curse instead if you would prefer" she leans away from me as she says this, likely wanting to give me space.

"N-o it's fine, I should be fine. It's just I'm still not quite used to you and combining that face with that voice is a bit too much for me right now" I say staring into the fire and focus on my breathing, slowly making myself relax. "But I can do this, I know you're not her and that will be enough for me. Besides the sooner this curse is gone the better."

"Very well, then I shall begin the baptism right. Please try not to move too much" I give a nod in response but otherwise keep my attention focused on the fire, I don't trust myself to even glance at her right now.

For a few moments there is silence again as Jeanne begins what sounds like a prayer. 'Ah, she's really doing it, she's really going to save me' a ray of hope shines through my mind and my hand tightens around the cross 'I'll finally, truly escape that death.'

Slowly I feel what can be best described as light start to envelop my cursed arm, a soothing light that shines through my arm and takes away the pain of the curse entirely. Not merely removing my sense of pain entirely like the madness does but striking at the pains very source. But this relief is only short lived as whilst the light is gradually cleansing me of the curse, it seems that the curse itself has grown strong enough within my body to resist the holy light and resist it does.

My arm erupts into pain and fire as the curse strikes back, waves of hatred start emanating from it as it tries to consume the light. Yet Jeanne's light does not falter, taking each wave of hatred unflinchingly as it scours the curse wherever it touches.

Miraculously I manage to neither move nor make any sound beyond a gasp of pain throughout the entire process. I'd like to believe it's because of my own force of will and resistance to pain that developed over the past few days, but I'd writhing on the ground consumed by pain and hatred if that were so. No, it is because of the light that I am able to grit my teeth and bear it, as the light carries with it what I assume to be the determination of the Saint that it comes from, the determination of an assured victory over this curse. But that's not all, the light almost seems to tug at my memories, conjuring the sight of a flag held aloft, a flag that brings feelings of days long past. 'Ah a saint is among us, we are truly blessed' a voice drifts out from that spot in the back of my mind, a voice tinged in regret. 'Why? Why did I abandon that light? Why did I abandon them?' my vision grows blurry and with a flash of light the image of the flag disappears.

'What was that?' I wonder, bringing a hand up to wipe away the tears that threaten to fall. 'Was that… my memory?' It didn't feel like it, but then why would I have the memories of another? 'No, I've got bigger things to worry about now, like how is this baptism rite going?' I cast my attention back to the war between the light and the curse, only to feel nothing. 'What? Wait… doesn't this mean…' I reach for that feeling of hatred that has existed within my mind for the past few days and find nothing, neither can I feel the pain or crawling of the curse. Tentatively I look at my arm, it's pale and still looks pretty bad, but the purple discoloration of the curse, the black veins, the smoke, it's all gone. "It's gone, the curse… it's really gone" I say with a grin forming on my face as I clench my fist and flex my arm, it still hurts to use it but it's not the pain of the curse, rather it's just the pain of overworked muscles. It's not just my arm too, my mind feels clearer than ever before, the world looks just a little brighter, and a pressure that I never noticed on my chest disappears.

"Thank you, this… I didn't think I'd be able to cure myself in time" I say with heartfelt gratitude as I turn to look at Jeanne and despite not having braced myself for it, she's far easier to look at. I can still feel the fear creeping in my mind, but without the curse I can truly feel that the woman before me does not carry that all-consuming hatred of the witch. "I owe you my life."

"No, you shouldn't thank me for this, I wasn't able to completely remove the curse."

"What? I can't feel it anymore so why do you say that?" I ask as I do a proper look over of my arm, swiftly finding the one spot that I have not yet looked at, my palm. "Oh, that's why" in the palm of my hand is a jagged scar pulsing with darkness, with my focus now on it I can feel just the faintest trace of that familiar hatred in the very back of my mind. "Why is it still here? Why can't you cleanse this remnant?" I ask, though I feel like I already know what the answer will be.

"I'm not sure, it felt as if that last remnant of the curse is too attached to you to be removed" she answers, "perhaps it's because of a part of your legend?"

The hell does a legend have to do with this? 'Though that does bring something to mind, Affinity' That thing already lets me weaponize the curse, wouldn't surprise me if it was keeping me cursed. "It's something like that, but as it is now I bet even someone like me can resist the curse now. So you've saved my life regardless of whether you were successful."

"I see, well that's certainly good to hear, just remember if it grows stronger again then you only need to ask me or Georgios to weaken it."

"Hopefully I won't have to" I say with a nod as a new silence grows between us, which without the curse plaguing me it is far more peaceful. I can simply stare into the fire and let my mind wander until I latch onto something that starts to bother me a bit. 'Jeanne… she called herself a servant didn't she?' It might just be a religious thing, but the Idol girl said we were both servants, and this group said the same when they saved me in Lisieux, so what exactly is a servant to them? And why does it still feel like I should know what it means? Fortunately, I'm sitting next to someone who should know the answer to these questions.

"Hey so, uh, you said you were a servant earlier yes?" I ask Jeanne, receiving a nod and curious look in response "Right, so I was just wondering what exactly do you mean by that?"

She seems surprised by my question and takes a couple seconds to respond "you don't know what a servant is? Did the grail not provide you with the necessary information?"

Oh, so the holy grail that summoned me was meant to give me information? I suppose that's where all the corrupted info came from. "Ah well it did, but I guess something went wrong and all I know is that the holy grail summoned me."

"I see" she murmurs looking into the fire with a contemplative look before she turns back to me "We Servants are a materialisation of the heroes of humanity, those who have committed great deeds in their life and become heroic spirits upon death. Due to the inherent power of a true heroic spirit our true selves cannot be summoned, so instead we are brought forth in the form of a servant, a vessel that contains only a portion of our legend."

A hero of humanity… is that what I'm supposed to be? "Ah, wait, does this mean that we all have those skill things?"

"Indeed, each servant will have their own set of skills which is largely influenced by their legend and what class they've been summoned in."

"Sorry, but what do you mean by the class we've been summoned in?"

"Ah right, we servants are also placed into a certain class that defines what skills we will receive. Of which there are seven standard classes: Saber, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Assassin, Caster, and Berserker. They're rather self-explanatory I find, but for example Siegfried here is of the Saber class" she says, gesturing over to the sword guy sitting on one of the other logs.

'Whoah, has he been here the whole time? Can't believe I didn't notice that he stayed with us, come to think of it that name...' "Wait you're Siegfried!? You really killed that dragon!?" I can barely comprehend it, a single hit from that thing decimated me and with its sheer size I don't even think it would even be possible for me to hurt it.

"Yes, I once defeated the Evil Dragon Fafnir in my life" The sword guy, or Siegfried as I should call him now responds "you have also fought with that wicked dragon?"

"Fought?" I let out a dry laugh "No I just got hit once by that monster and I almost died, actually trying to fight that thing would be suicide for me" seriously, this guy before me actually killed that dragon. He's on a completely different level and I'm supposed to be a servant like him? How could I possibly even begin to match up to someone like that?

"There is no shame in that, a dragon like Fafnir is enough to threaten even the strongest of Servants" he says, to which I have no response and another silence grows.

Seriously? I know he's trying to comfort me or something with those words but knowing that that witch has control of such a dangerous beast really just makes me even more worried for this country. Though thinking of the witch does bring to mind another question.

"I'm going to have to ask this sooner or later so I'll ask now, how is it that an evil version of you can be summoned" I ask, glancing over at Jeanne.

A conflicted look grows on her face before and responds "usually it would be a simple matter of a servant being summoned from a different point of their life, but I can't recall a point in which I would have become like her. So I don't know how that version of me can exist."

"So it's a mystery to us all then huh?" I say as I stare into the fires, reminding of the hatred that that Witch contains, hatred that threatens to burn all to ash. "Well, I don't really know much about this sort of topic, but I say with certainty now that you are two separate individuals." A dark figure seems to dorm in the flickering fire, its gleaming eyes staring back at me "that Witch carries so much hatred, I could feel it whenever I was near her, I could feel it in places she had been, and I've felt it constantly for the past few days as it burnt me from within." I stare back into those gleaming eyes before tearing my eyes away and looking up at the stars. "You can't hide that sort of hatred and you definitely can't forget it, but you carry none of that hatred within you. So to me it's impossible for Jeanne d'Arc to ever hate like that." With a sigh I stand up and give her a dry smile "well as I said I don't really know much about servants and magic, so whatever is going on is probably more complicated than just that. Regardless, thanks for giving me your time like this, but I think I'll need some time to properly take in this new information, so goodnight I guess."

With a nod and an awkward wave I turn away from the campfire and make my way back to my tree.

'I guess my luck finally decided to turn huh?' I think with a grin as I lean against the tree and let myself slide down to the ground. 'I can finally let myself just relax' I close my eyes and let the tension bleed out of me 'No curse killing me, no enemies chasing me, and a source of answers for this whole situation.' I take some time to just let myself bask in this safety, to assure myself that this is all real, that I actually made it this far. This peace lasts for a good few minutes before my thoughts start turning to the conversation with Jeanne, to the new information I have.

I'm a servant, a hero of humanity that committed great deeds in life. 'I don't recall ever doing something like that, I've just been living an ordinary life up till now' I open my eyes and turn them to the night sky. 'I don't deserve to be any kind of heroic spirit, I can't compare myself to someone like Jeanne or Siegfried. I'm just a nobody' I find myself trying to spot constellations in the sky, despite barely knowing what they should look like. 'Maybe… maybe the knowledge from the grail can tell me why I'm a servant, how I can take the place of a hero' I brace myself for the pain and reach for that spot in the back of my mind, drawing out the knowledge contained within it.

But there is no pain, as upon accessing the information certain stars start to grow brighter and lines are drawn between, linking them together to form a constellation that takes the form of a knight wielding a sword. For a moment I feel only confusion before realization and understanding hits, the constellation and the stars is merely a representation of the information granted by the grail, a method to help me understand it. Looking upon the constellation as a whole confers the basics of my servant self which oddly includes my name and gender, but also informs me of my class and alignment, those being Saber and neutral good. 'I guess being a Saber class was expected, can't really see myself as anything else… and I'm not sure how I feel about being lumped into an alignment…' well neither of those things really matter to me anyway, they don't really have much meaning to me, though I guess I won't learn much from a general look at myself anyway.

So I focus my gaze into the stars that make up the constellation, starting first with the five stars that make up the outline of the knight. It's rather easy to recognise what these five stars represent, they're my stats or parameters if the knowledge these stars give me is to be trusted. Immediately I notice an improvement over the last time I viewed these, I can actually measure them! The stars each shine with a brightness that reflects their strength and is even translated into a letter grade when I look at them: The stars of Strength, Endurance, and Agility each shine with the intensity of a C rank, the star of Mana possess a dull shine reflecting it's E rank, and the star of Luck shines the brightest with it's B rank. 'Well it's good to know I'm average in my physicals at least, though I still can't see how I have good luck'.

With my observation of the parameters I cast my gaze to the next point of interest in this constellation, the star representing my noble phantasm. The reason this one catches my interest is due to how out of place it feels, like trying to fit a plug into a hole too big for it, it just doesn't fit. The reason why is all too clear to me, the pseudo noble phantasm Madness Enhancement was never meant to be a noble phantasm, it's supposed to just be skill, but apparently due to me not 'being able to manifest the proper Noble Phantasm' a pseudo one was created for me. Because of this the star representing it does not shine, rather it just glows with light, incapable of being measured due to having the wrong system of measurement being applied. 'Man I already knew I got a bad deal with this thing, but actually I have it because I just suck? Goddamnit.'

I sigh and let my eyes drift away from the disappointment of my noble phantasm and over to the five stars that make up the skills section of the constellation. I decide to ignore most of the stars here, seeing as three of these were easy to understand and instead focus on the two that catch my attention the most. First is the new skill that I didn't have last time I checked, represented by a dull star and with a simple exertion of will I learn all I need to know if it. Mental Pollution a skill allows one to resist mental manipulation magic through the use of a distorted mentality. 'This… this is what made it so difficult to accept Jeanne's identity' I feel sick, a madness has taken root inside my mind and I don't think there's anything I can do about it, how can I know if my thoughts are truly what I should be thinking when this thing is affecting my mind? Worst of all, something inside me is telling me that that madman possesses this skill too and having anything linking me to that monster inspires a deep revulsion within me, stirring a dark burning desire to fall deep into the madness again and rampage this feeling away. To feel flesh give way to my sword again and crush anything that stands in my way, to carve a path of destruction towards that monster, to make him feel the pain he inflicted on the inhabitants of that church, to burn everything in this land to ash.

A sudden shock of pain brings me out of that spiralling abyss I was falling into, the source of the piano being the cross, apparently something in me made me clench it so tightly in my hand that it cut my skin and drew blood. 'Fuck, is this the effect of Mental Pollution? I guess I should be glad that It's as weak as it can be' I shudder to think what the effects would be if that skill were higher than E rank. 'It should be fine, now that I'm aware of it I should be able to ignore it.'

For now I'll just focus on the last point of interest in this constellation, the star that represents my Affinity skill. It's a strange one as unlike everything else I can't get a good reading on what rank it is, it's as if it doesn't possess a rank. Regardless, I've got a better idea of what it does now, it increases the magnitude of magical effects placed upon me, that's probably why the curse got so out of hand. But that's not it something about the skill just feels… odd. It feels as if there is something else behind the skill, like it is just something covering a hole in my being. I narrow my eyes and focus on the skill, trying my best to see beyond it, to see what it is covering.

Almost immediately I feel something within my shift and suddenly I know. A deluge of knowledge flows into my mind and forms the image of a web of strings, each one connecting to a shining light. Each of these lights are different, each unique. Yet I can only focus on three, one that emanates an overwhelming greed, another that burns with obsession, and a dark light that pulses with hatred. Each of the strings that connect to a light in turn connect back to me, aside from one, one that extends out from me. Tracing it grants me a brief vision of an endless sea of lights before this knowledge fades away, leaving me looking up at the night sky. The constellation disappearing with the web.

'Affinity is… connecting me to others? That dark light is undoubtedly the Witch, so what are the others?' I sigh and shake my head, knowing that I likely wasn't going to find anymore answers today. I keep my eyes transfixed on the stars for a bit longer as I let the new information sink in, before tugging my cloak closer around me as a cold breeze flows through the trees.

'What do I do now?' I ask myself, I no longer have the need to cure my curse and I haven't planned for what I'll do past that.

'I could try and remove the curse from me completely' It's tempting, but ultimately I don't feel the need, the curse isn't acting up anymore after all. Besides if a saint cant remove it than I have no idea who could.

'Should I fight against that Witch? Help free France from her conquest?' That Senpai guy said they were against her so I'd probably have help, but considering just how outmatched I am and what happened last time I tried to play hero… No, I don't want to end up dying in a fight I'll have no impact in.

'I can just run away, leave this land behind and live my life' It's cowardly I admit, but this is the option that appeals to me the most, I don't want to die in this land. Running away from all this, it just feels natural to me, like it's the obvious option. 'Yeah, I should just get up and leave right now, I doubt anyone would bother to stop me' with a sense of finality I go to stand up, but before I do my eyes land on the campfire and the silhouette of Jeanne. Seeing her again brings to mind that light I saw whilst she was curing me, the light that inspired such regret with me. A voice starts to speak up from within the depths of my mind, a whisper telling me not to abandon that light, to fight under that flag, that I'll regret abandoning her here.

'To leave this land behind to suffer, I will regret that won't I?' Indecision fills my mind as I am confronted with the two paths ahead, to fight with Jeanne and her comrades and possibly die, or to leave this all behind.

Shakily I stand up 'I want to fight with them, I want to be more, I want to help save this land' I avert my eyes away from her silhouette and turn my back on her, shame filling me. 'But… I don't want to fight again, I'm sure I'll die if I do' as much as I want to, I simply don't have the courage to risk my life, so I'll take the path that leads to my safety.

Yet before I can take a step away, before I can truly commit to running away, a memory I'd rather not remember drifts into my mind. The memory of what I saw in that church and the madman responsible for it, the memory of his words that I still can't shake away. "This was your fault."

Oddly enough despite the despair this memory brings, despite the horror I can still feel, I can't help the laugh that bubbles out of my throat. "Ah, how foolish I am, I'm really not thinking straight am I? To think I was going to leave with unfinished business" a grin forms on my face. That man is still alive is he not? How could I even think of leaving whilst he still draws breath? When I haven't had the opportunity to make him suffer?

'These people… they're going to fight the witch, and that monster will be by her side' Sticking with them will lead me right to him won't it? 'Yes, with them I will have my opportunity.' With my smile only growing I turn back around and sit back against the tree as OI choose the third path forwards.

The path that leads to me killing Gil de Rais.

A/N: Well this was a difficult one to write, but finally Adam actually knows what he is and what he's dealing with, as well as found something he's passionate about, good for him.

Anyways, with Adam having access to his own servant sheet I think it's about time I let you all see what he's working with

True Name: Adam

Origin: ?

Alignment: Neutral-Good

Gender: Male

Parameters

STR: C

END: C

AGL: C

MAN: E

LCK: B

NP: N/A

Class Skills

Magic Resistance (D)

Riding (C)

Personal Skills

Battlefield Survival (C): Denotes ones ability to survive battlefields, whether through fighting against the odds or utilising cowardly strategies.

Mental Corruption (E): Grants resistance to mental manipulation magics through the use of a distorted mentality. At this rank a mutual understanding is still possible, but Adam's beliefs are difficult to change. An amplified affect is observed in reaction to a certain caster.

Affinity: Described as an 'openness in mind and body', amplifies the effect of magical phenomena upon Adam also capable of altering the saint graph to allow for new developments in the servant container. It seems that it connects to something far greater...

Noble Phantasm

Berserk Enhancement (N/A): A pseudo noble phantasm granted to Adam as he is incapable of manifesting a proper one in his current state. Grants access to a Madness Enhancement that can be upgraded to any rank.

And now to reviews:

Kaustrios - You're right, when it comes to ranking servants Adam is dead last with very little to his name. However is it not in the nature of a hero to grow from adversity? This is just the beginning of Adam's journey after all.

Oh and the mysterious voice is a separate being from him, more of a sponsor than anything else.

netapel - Well he isn't any form of Don Quixote, though thanks for bringing him to my attention, I might have use for him.

Saint-Leiker - Well he has a friend in Jeanne at least, though he might end up getting a bit salty over the loss of his sword.

BlueCore - Yep he's gotten all calm this chapter, and then proceeded to uncalm and enter revenge mode.

See y'all next chapter.