UnFated Resolution

by HaMCRI

Alexander Tormond, a last minute addition to Chaldea's Master Candidate list, a rumored magi because of his quick rise to power within the Clock Tower, let's see how much he is going to regret ever signing up, shall we? [NonOP! OC/Avenger Alter Jeanne d'Arc x Ruler Jeanne d'Arc double pairing] plenty of lemons, dark humor, might do a small or mass harem with enough requests.

4. Orleans Arc Part III: 'Revelations'

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC bla bla and bla.

"Strikes back!" = Normal talk.

'Am I a joke to you?' = Thinking.

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Alright, I know I said a few things about S&M in the uh... Second chapter? right, well, don't take everything I say seriously okay? I was just joking, I can play the bottom to a degree, but if you pull out a whip, we going to have some problems. I ain't into that shit, and most importantly... Writer only writes wholesome lemons, so no German dungeon porn here sir, this is not a kink & fetish shitfest.

With that said, les' a' go go.

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"So, you have anything to say for yourself?"

"Uh.."

As soon as we stumbled into the tent, I found myself pinned to the ground, with Jalter sitting on me, grinning, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"I don't know, for what exactly?" I put my hands on her wide hips, tracing my fingers where her armor doesn't cover.

She wordlessly shrugs off her cloak, she leans close after discarding her forehead mask.

"You been a bad, bad boy..."

Yeup, Jalter is a top, to nobody's surprise, she seems very excited...

"What did I do?" My grin matched hers, I reckon.

"You know what you have done." Jea clawed my chestplate off, with one swipe no less, it clatters onto the ground.

I manage to remove the armor on her skirt, though she had to help me by lifting herself, she discarded her gauntlets, I removed my own armor pieces afterwards.

"Ready to face the consequences?" her bare hands roam all over me, neck, chest, my somewhat impressive sixpack, the body suit I'm wearing is skin tight, and doesn't leave much to imagination, especially when my own arousal is straining against the fabric.

Instead of words, I lift my upper body and press my lips against hers, and grab a handful of her perky ass through the skirt of her dress, she moans, though before I could deepen the kiss, she pushes me to the ground once more.

"Good answer." her hand reaches to her back, with a click, the last piece of armor she is wearing fall to my chest, she slaps it away with non existent patience.

"Enjoy the show, big boy."

I found myself gulping as Jalter drops her dress off her shoulders, leaving her only with underwear and knee high boots, her hourglass figure, full breasts, slim waist, tilt your head child-bearing hips… (there might be pregnant content really far in the future.)

Black lace huh...

"You like what you see?" Jalter cups her own bra covered breasts, biting her bottom lip, her eyes doesn't leave mine.

I tighten my hold on her bountiful booty, fingers sinking into it, I nod in response.

"Good, because I'm about to make your day whole lot better." Jalter once again reaches to her back, and unhooks her bra, slowly, sensually.

"...Beautiful."

I couldn't look away from her sizable naked breasts, the way they moved up and down with her excited breathing, the hardened pink tips due to her arousal, the shape, the size, all around mesmerizing.

"Cat got your tongue?, my dear master..." Jalter's arousal hits sky high, getting a kick from this slow play.

"Here, you can touch them, they are yours."

Needless to say, I didn't hesitate, I cupped them both like as if they are my lifeline, She leans to give me better access, her breasts are really soft and elastic, almost changing shape as I try to figure out how she ticks, how she squirms, her weaknesses.

"Haah~" Jea moans hotly as I continue to fondle her breasts, they are big enough to not fit in my palms, so not by any means small. she puts her hands on my sides, and continue grinding her pantie clad crotch against mine, friction through the bodysuit feels heavenly, can't put it to words.

I lightly twist her nipples, watching her squirm on top of me, moans getting louder.

I'm glad I put silence runes when we entered...

Her hands wasn't idle however, just like me, her hands groped and roamed all over my chest, abdomen and-

My breath hitches when her touch reached Alex Jr.

Jalter lets a slow and silent chuckle at my reaction, caressing my tip through the body suit.

I drop my hands to her hips, watching her movements with rapt attention.

"Lets get this out of the way." With an overly sharp nail, she slices a hole in the body suit.

Freed from its prison, my schlong spring into action, proudly pointing at heavens and beyond.

"Oh my."

Jalter's eyes practically sparkling, she wraps her left palm around my girth.

"I would've done this sooner if I knew you were this gifted."

She licks her lips, moving her palm along my length, really slow, almost making my hips jump in a fit of impatience, when it comes to my size, its safe to say that Jalter needs two of her hands to cover most of my length, and her fingers can't fully wrap around my girth either, my magnum dong twitches in her palm.

"..." I stay silent and crawl my hands all over Jea's hips and abdomen, even belly button, I pay close attention to her reactions, her pale skin feels unnaturally warm, I could get addicted to this...

Jalter shows her appreciation by pulling me up by my neck, and crash her lips against mine, lust, need, hell even desperation, all of that sexual tension we had so far, reached the boiling point.

I raised my hand to the back of her head, deepening the kiss, ruthlessly invading her mouth with my tongue, her small tongue wraps around mine, coiling.

"Hmph~" She moans quite loudly into my mouth, when I press my middle finger against her labia through her panties, she is feeling it for sure, the wet stains on the fabric is really noticeable.

She pays it back by speeding her own administrations, palm slick with my precum, her hand travel my length with vigor.

I push her wet underwear to side, and press my thumb to her core, almost teasingly, she doesn't have a single hair down there by the way, downright pristine, just like rest of her, I can't see any hair in her armpits, neither on her legs, if perfection was a thing, then this beauty in-front of me might be a contender for that title.

Jea lets out a growl mixed with moans, frustration and desire filled, unconsciously pushing her crotch against my hand for more.

I grin, and slide my index finger in, only half of it, her pussy feels extremely hot and tight, I can barely wiggle the finger, I cannot begin to imagine how it would feel to have it wrapped around my cock.

She shudders visibly and wraps her non occupied arm around my neck, our hot breath mixing, no doubt both of our faces red, completely lost to our little world.

My thumb finds her clit, a slightest touch-

"Fuuck-" Jalter breaks the kiss and releases her hold on my junior, her entire body shivering as an orgasm passes through her, going limp in my arm, breathing heavily, eyes closed to enjoy it to the full extent.

She is sensitive, that just a fleeting touch...

I stand still to let Jea recover, threading my fingers through her silvery tresses.

After a few seconds, her breathing slows, eyes flutters open, and lock eyes with me with a glare, as if she is looking directly into my soul.

"What the hell was that? You made me come with just a touch." her voice is a mix surprise and arousal.

"My past lives.. Let's just say, I'm experienced enough to make the most experienced whore quit her job to become a monk." I grin, holding her glare without a sweat, is she perhaps jealous? She sounds inquisitive, more than anything else...

"...You were quite the playboy weren't you?" Jalter narrows her eyes, her hot breath hits my face, the blush on her pale face looks quite exquisite..

.. I don't think this is jealousy... Hmm, interesting..

"Heh, I can't deny that, but..." I look deeply into her gold colored eyes, still caressing her silky hair.

I slowly pull out my finger and line my member against her pulsing, very wet folds, she is more than ready to take me.

"Right now... My past lives doesn't matter, don't you think?"

"I.." Her words get stuck inside her throat as I push myself all the way in, no mercy, there was a slight resistance, though I tear through it, her promised hymen it seems, until I'm buried to the hilt, my tip touching the entrance of her womb.

Her screams sounds so delicious, confused, pained, mostly filled with pleasure.

"Fuck!" she flings her arms around my neck, her chest crashes against mine, she melts in my arms, her shapely breasts feel incredible, nipples hard as diamonds.

I look down to the place we are connected, to see our collective juices and a slight amount of blood, indeed, she was certainly not lying, I find it hard to believe those fucks didn't do anything uncouth before… Y'know, stake, fire.

I stay still however, simply appreciating her impossibly tight walls, scorching hot. I grit my teeth, trying my best to hold longer, which is more and more looking impossible, by the Odin's beard, Valhalla is calling me.

"I-I..." uncharacteristically, Jalter's eyes watered, I don't think she would feel pai-

"Love you..."

...Never mind.

Her expression is nothing like I ever seen her make, a smile that reaches her ears, slightly damp eyes that were simply projecting happiness...

Those tears aren't from pain.

"I love you too."

I hug her as tight as I can, which she does the same, wrapping her legs around my hips, we are basically glued together, melting as one, can't tell where I began, where she ended.

I kiss her, though this one is much more slow, less frantic, then the other kisses we had, a bit more than just a kiss, it was different, words do fail here.

"Move..." Jea whispered into my lips, slowly pushing her hips to meet mine, her walls churn and clench, I hold back a hiss of pleasure as my cock twitches, that look on her eyes tells me she didn't miss my reaction.

"As you wish.." I grunt, and start slow, with simple movements, she tries to match hers with mine, moaning.

"Hah~" I put my lips against her neck, give pecks to her pleasantly hot skin, her hands roams my back, long nails scratching, not hard enough to make it bleed, but enough to leave a mark.

Instead of just speeding up my hips, I give a little twist to my movement, trying to find Jea's weak spots.

Until-

"Fuck!" She moans loudly, and shudders like a leaf in my arms as I hit a particular spot, near the entrance of her womb.

With a grin, I mercilessly pound onto her weak spot, full speed.

"Alex~!" Jalter screams my name, digging her nails into my shoulders, this time, actually managing to make me bleed, though its not painful at all.

In retaliation, I bit her neck as hard as I can, knowing she can take it, She moans louder, moving her hips frantically to match mine, her legs never relenting their hold.

"I love you..." I said, holding back a moan.

"Aghnh.." it doesn't seem like Jalter heard me, she is busy being on cloud nine with what she is experiencing, writhing in my arms.

"I-I'm c-coming!~" She threw her head back, violently shuddering with a deep blush on her face, a lewd smile blossoming, her pussy spasm and squelch, somehow manage to get even tighter, as if its trying to milk me.

I stopped my movements to let her come to her senses, which she does with due time.

"Y-you... w-weren't l-lying..." Jalter's breathing stabilizes, I take this moment to strike.

"Wah!?"

I push her to the ground, this time with me on top, she looks at me with a subdued shock.

I look down on her, she gulps with anticipation, silent as I examine the beauty in-front of me.

"Beautiful." I give my hundred percent attention to this goddess that blessed me, 'tis a shame I didn't get to get down on her.

Maybe next time.

She freezes, that smile increases her beauty even more, I regret calling her mad, she is normal. No psychopath has that smile, sure, she has her… 'Wild' side, so to speak, but hey, what's wrong with burning a mother fucker now and then? That doesn't make her deranged or anything. Right? Right?

"You... Aren't satisfied yet, come love. I can take all of you."

..Again, no psychopath can have this... I show my appreciation by fondling her breasts, give some loving caresses to her nipples, causing her to moan and buck her hips.

I start moving my hips once again, remembering her weak spot, determined to make her cry my name out loud, again and again until she can't anymore.

Whole god damn camp would've heard us, if I didn't prepare the appropriate runes for this, thank god for plot convenience.

"Ahhh!" Jalter reaches her peak once again, though this time I don't stop, her eyes rolling back, I grit my teeth as I speed up even more, loud, wet slapping noise ring out as our hips connect repeatedly.

"I-I'm close.." I hold back as long as I can, and play with her nipples, she wraps her legs around my hips.

"I-inside!"

I push hard an' deep one last time as I erupt, painting her insides white with my seed, alongside my mana, which will overpower her, because le plot says so, we got a job to do, remember?

"Ahhh~" Poor Jea convulses as another orgasm ripples through her, I fall on top of her and wrap my arms around her.

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"Hehe..." Jalter giggles, cuddling her smaller body against mine, placing her head in the crook of my neck, nibbling on my neck lightly, both of us glowing with a sheen of sweat, heavy breathing, bliss filled smiles.

"Huh?" but that bliss changed with shock as a realization came to her.

"W-why aren't you..."

I wasn't going soft, in-fact, I was a bit more harder after my orgasm, I gave her heaving lips a kiss as I rose.

"Second round?" I grin, and whisper to her ear, I wasn't done, not anytime soon, I wasn't joking when I said I made a veteran prostitute denounce all things sexual and become a monk, I was banned from several red light districts in one of my more... Adventurous life. Man, good ol' times indeed.

"Y-you are kidding me..."

I look at her with the pure want, as if she is the center of my world.

"You are mine." I whisper aggressively as I give one, but hard push, Total domination, she shan't think nothing but me.

"FUCK!~" She gives a mix of gasp and moan, loudly I might add, her hips buckle as I start my assault, our respective juices splattering everywhere from our connection, my hands on her hips, her breasts move up and down wildly, hypothesizing.

I reckon she is having non stop orgasms with the way she is shuddering and twitching, she goes back to using my back as a scratching post, her nails digging deep. drawing small amount of blood.

I add twists to my movements, making her pitch her moans an octave higher.

This time, without any warning, I shove deep within, and erupt once again, filling her with my seed.

"Ah~" Jea gives a silent moan, akin to a scream as we collapse, finding ourselves cuddling again.

Jalter continues to convulse in my arms, her eyes closed, face red, breathing fanatically, not that I was any different.

"Heh."

I recover first.

And so is our first night of passion continued on for a few hours, until I made my avenger pass out in my arms, thoroughly, and fully making her mine.…

Darn Skippy~

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It smells, who turned the lights on?

A really warm body...

I open my eyes groggily to see Jalter's head on my chest, my arm wrapped around her lithe hips, her arms around my chest, breathing is slow and calm, still asleep, her wild hair is obscuring most of her face, I see my dried essence on her thighs. Scratch that, its all over her inner legs, stomach, abdomen, its a bit of a sticky situation so to speak, regardless...

This...

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I may have gone a bit overboard, damn my unlimited stamina, not even a Servant can keep up with my sex drive. Rue is me, I suppose.

I boop her nose.

Jalter's cheeks wrinkles in annoyance, she tightens her hold on me, rubbing half of her face against my chest, her skin feels really hot, like always, I reckon she'd be pretty popular with cats.

But never mind that, I-I..

THAT'S ADORABLE AS FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!

Ahem, excuse me.

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THATTTTTTT-

Okay, that's enough.

I boop her nose again.

This time Jea's eyes flutter open, yawning.

"Good morning." I smile, looking directly into her eyes.

Realization hits her.

"You are a monster."

She presses her face into my chest with a huff, with a noticeable wince.

"I'll take that as a compliment." I grin, slid my hand down, caressing her back and hair, (tactfully avoiding the sticky parts) as I reached her peachy ass, not squeezing, but I simply lay my palm on it, She seems to like that, considering the way she twitched, pressing her body against mine.

"Well, at least I'm full of you." Jalter giggled, raising a dainty hand-

"Oh." I watched as her raised hand glow a familiar blue, it goes without saying, the lovemaking just overcharged my Avenger, making her powerful, but most importantly...

"How long Fafnir can keep his adult form?" I asked, still keeping my hand on her booty.

"With this much? only half of hour. Maybe 45 minutes at tops." Jalter snuggled close with a hum, half lidded eyes, lowering her hand as the glow fade away.

"I hope that would be enough." Hm, maybe I should summon another Servant, I still have three free slots, if Ruler Jeanne finally gets the heart to make a full contract, then only two slots.

"Heh, it will be. I will burn that faker." Jalter purred into my chest, giving me the good vibes, but what she is saying is certainly bad vibes, for the enemy that is.

"...We should get up."

"I think I need healing, and a bath." Jalter winces again.

With great reluctance, we separate, and got up.

"Fuck-"

I had to hold Jalter before her legs gave out, I can't hold back a laugh as she glared.

Darn Skippy~

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"..."

There was a silence in the camp, everybody gathered around the campfire, there are logs all around it for seating, this time Roman sent us some spiced, uncooked pork chops, claiming that cooking it on a natural fire would make it taste better, some greens for a healthy salad as well, enough for everybody, at least I think so. I don't have a certain Saber who would happily devour twice as much of what we got.

I grin awkwardly as my Servants, not including Miss Lancer, Jalter and Atalanta, (who was busy looking at the meat with sparkly eyes), glare at me, Scáthach seems busy manicuring her nails with that impassive expression, so I guess that's a win?

Jalter was glowing after an emergency bath in the nearby river, (While she was doing that, I went to repair the slight damage she caused on my gear), she had a small, barely noticeable smile on her face, overall she actually mellowed a bit, calmer...

Mind you, I mean mostly towards me, Jea hasn't insulted me not even once today, baffling I know, Jalter's 'I'm going burn you' glare seems to be reserved for Ruler and Marie, she is ignoring everyone else, hell, I never seen her address our resident Lancer at all.

I could feel her gaze stick to my back now and then, but anyway, gotta deal with this awkward silence before I lose my mind.

"What?" I flip the meats with my tong, they sizzle and smell every good, I didn't know Chaldea had a portable grill table (its basically a short metal grate with legs), but know I do, there is enough to feed 6-8 people (if rationed, maybe 10 or above.), most will go into Atalanta's stomach.

"Growl!"

And Fafnir Jr. had his own pork, though those are from the boars we killed before hand, he cooked it himself. Surprisingly, Atalanta was okay with with Fafnir eating her 'kin', saying something about 'strong eats the weak'. Though she refuses eat her own 'kin'. I think, I never asked, because I like being part of the living, lets not anger the Beast woman by telling her to cannibalize her 'kin'.

"Guys? why the silence? Scáthach?" I look at the somewhat bemused spearwoman, she stays silent, still inspecting her nails with a manicure file in hand.

I turn my eyes to Ruler, she hasn't made eye contact with me at all, that blush on her face...

What about Mash? She glares at me adorably. Blushing too, she is sitting near Lancer.

Mari-

"Ahah!"

Marie once again jumps on my back, from my blindside, even though I'm operating a grill here, this time I was fully prepared, I stood steady, like a proud oak tree against a hurricane, not moving an inch.

"What are you doing?" I wasn't amused.

"Hehehehe." Marie giggles, she has a blush too.

"Ahem, did you have a very good time hm?" Marie's grin is a bit too wide for my liking.

"Yes?" I raise a brow.

"My dear saint here had a bit of an idea to-" Marie was saying something pretty important there but...

"S-stop!" Ruler Jeanne flies from her seat to plant her hands on Marie's mouth, ripping her away from my back.

"Wh-Hmpth!" Marie's laugh is muffled while a flustered Ruler holds her, demanding her silence.

"..." I turn my attention to the meat before they get ruined.

"I know you two spied on us." I say, without turning back, and flip the darkened pork.

"..!" Ruler Jeanne splutters, her face probably red to her ears, her hold on Marie relaxes, who laughs out loud.

"T-They did!?" Jalter sprung into the action, glaring at the Ruler and Rider, with former looking like she is about to die from embarrassment, with latter being unapologetic and carefree as the grin on her face, still laughing.

"It was her idea!" Two almost synchronized voices fell only to deaf ears, as Jalter summoned bunch of spears to shish Ruler and Rider.

I tactfully ignore, and put some meat in- I mean, onto Atalanta's... Plate, who is eager to take my meat and shove it deep... I have problems.

But bitch I'm fabulous and you love me. (change the 'love' with hate.)

"What a lively bunch of Servants you have, Alexander." Scáthach broke her silence, for a moment she shifts her gaze to look at Ruler and Rider duo dodge fire and spear, curtsy of a flustered Jalter, before going back to her nails.

"Of course, they are at the pinnacle of trust-" I said with pride, while a tree gets set on fire, as Jalter tried to get Ruler Jeanne who took cover behind it.

"Teamwork-" Marie decides to hide in one of the tents, only to scream as multiple spears do flybys, decimate the tents, including the one she was hiding, though she manages get away, barely avoid getting shished.

"And Loyalty-" I flip the pork chops, put two of the ready ones on eager Atalanta's plate, her two tails swishing all over the place, she is completely ignoring the three servants, like a good girl.

Oh, those two tried to attack Jalter, who summoned huge walls of fire to protect herself, setting even more trees on fire, Fafnir Jr. Is already wrapped around his mother's arm, screeching.

"See? they get along pretty well." I nod, Scáthach's normally impassive lips form an entertained smirk, she listens to the sounds of my beloved servants' 'bonding time' as they learn to 'love' one another, she inspects her hands one last time with a sigh, and puts her gloves on, file magically disappearing.

"I see what you mean, I guess boredom won't haunt me here." Masked Lancer nods, her arms crossed over her chest, Mashu is still silent, warily watching as well, though those sneak peaks she is sending my way, is hard to miss, she hasn't said a word, I'm getting worried.

"With me around? Nope." I smirk, and put the prepared pork chops into a large plate, they should be fine, Atalanta is eating her share still. So...

"Alright, stop!" I shout, my voice authoritative, ear catching, commanding, despite the burning trees, my rapscallion servants stop in their tracks.

Jalter... Surprisingly, she looks like she is feeling kinda guilty, though its covered under layers of satire and sneers, I know her enough by now, I can tell.

Ruler Jeanne and Marie, looks a little worse to wear, otherwise they are fine, I know that Jalter didn't actually tried to kill them, I would've intervened before it started if that was the case.

"Be a dear and stop the fires, come get your breakfast." I said, I know Jea can control and snuff her fires whenever she wants to, I made salad on the side with pork chops, over all, I'm god of BBQ. Shame we only have water, not the best beverage, but we gotta do with what we got.

"...As you wish." Jalter mumbled, and the fires, like I said, snuffed out, only leaving somewhat charred trees, ashes behind, thankfully our campfire was far away from the chaos, though I plan to have a talk about her anger management because she fucked our tents up, I don't think Roman will like that.

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Ruler still can't look at me in the eye, silently eating her food, Marie sitting near her, doing the same, though Rider had a grin, and gave a happy wave when our eyes met.

I grab my own share and sit beside Mash, and lean towards her ear and whisper;

"Psst, Mashu, whats wrong?" She hasn't touched her food at all, even Scáthach is eating my.. I-I, I mean meat, yes meat. God fucking damn it! I need a bonk! I don't want to be horny! I just want to be happy.

"...Senpai, I..." My Shielder looks down, contemplating.

I say nothing for a while, letting her gather her thoughts, but, out of nowhere like a good RKO, Jalter intervenes, Jea puts her face right between Mash and I, from behind, shocking us both, the grin on Jea's face is straight up evil, she is planning something.

"Heh, little Shielder is just jealous, isn't she?" Mashu tries to pull away, but an armored hand stops her in her tracks, Jalter's other arm wraps around my shoulder as well, keeping both of us locked in place, Mashu's shoulder pressing against mine, the plates on my and Mashu's lap hold steadfast, clanking, I grab my plate so it doesn't fall.

We probably look ridiculous to onlookers.

"No escape from this, confess. Are. You. Jealous?" Jalter demanded with a glare, again there is a twinkle in her eye, she is getting quite the kick from this, I silently watch, trying to figure out what Jea is trying to pull, is she trying to rub it in Mashu's face? Am I a score? Why did I thought of this? I have no idea, just ignore the ramblings of an old fool.

"I... Where are you going with this?" Mash gulped, withering under Jalter's glare, can't meet her in the eye.

"Just answer the question."

"...I am, yes." Mashu's whisper is very quiet, if there was any semblance of private space, Jalter and I would've missed it, subtitles help too.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" Jea licked her lips...

Wait a minute, is she a bi?

This time Jalter turned to me, She got an excited grin, the armored hand on my shoulder moves up to wrap around my neck, pull my face closer to her.

"Alexander, can you imagine..." Her eyes half-lid, Mashu looks on with an uncomfortable face, but doesn't try to get away.

"Your adorable Shielder, under you, writhing, twitching, moaning your name, as you thrust into her like a beast, marking her as yours..." Jalter whispered, visibly shuddering, blush on her face is priceless.

Never fucking mind, I couldn't be more wrong with my guess, I think-

"Wahah-" Mashu's face turns dark red, eyes wide like saucers, shocked beyond belief.

"We could keep her as your cumbucket and personal toilet, if you want, Alex."

The expression I make is indescribable. Is Jalter testing me- No, again that ecstasy on her face isn't something you can fake, but what the hell do I say? I'm gobsmacked, is the right word, methinks.

"Are you serious?" my eyebrows flew into the moon, it does awfully feel like a test, doesn't it?

"Do I look like I'm joking? I'd love to see my stud dominate this perky little bitch." Jalter's voice betray her arousal, Mashu is still too shocked to hear what Jea said, sitting completely un-moving, unresponsive.

Damn, considering her former actions and overall act, just like you, I pegged Jalter as the possessive and jealous type, but-

"Oh, don't misunderstand, you are mine. Alexander. Never forget that." Jalter's golden eyes locked with my gray ones.

"Then why-" I try to edge a word in- Jalter interrupts.

"I'm not going to get jealous of something you own." Jea nodded firmly, as if that explained everything. Also referring to Mashu as 'something', means Jea doesn't see the Shielder as a human being with free will, 'something' to be owned, damn, that does sound just like her, innit?

Mashu blinked rapidly and come to her senses, though the blush on her face hasn't calmed at all.

You know what I think? Why haven't my other Servants didn't interrupted us yet? Especially Marie, she would love to barge into this conversation like a cannon ball, I can hear Scáthach talking to Ruler.

"So. Tell me little Shielder, do you want to fuck your Master?" Jalter turned to Mash once more, who perked up like a deer caught in headlight. Innocently blushing. I can hear her heart thumping fast.

"...I don't k-k-know, h-how do I tell?" Mashu twiddled her fingers together shyly.

"By not saying no straight away, for example?" Jalter snickered at Mashu's indecisiveness and continued with;

"And, feel envious when this happens?" Jalter turned, and give a quick peck to my lips.

...None of us missed the way Mash tensed, and looked on longingly.

"Hehehehe. I know you do bitch, you want it!" Jalter laughed. Clearly enjoying this entire fiasco.

Is is just me, or Jea keeps sounding more and more like one of them ugly bastards from a typical hentai and doujin? N-not that I read or watch such-

Aw fuck it, I'm not scared- I'll admit, morbid curiosity is a bitch, It ain't somethin' I'm into. It's revolting, who the hell wanks to those disgusting things? Who is paying to make them? I don't understand, its one of them life's greatest mysteries init?

Mashu again gulped, her eyes shifting from mine to Jalter's, the blush on her face isn't subsiding at all.

"I-I just want to be loved..." Mashu finally whispered what she truly wanted, causing me and surprisingly, Jalter to stop in our tracks, Shielder's voice held a resignation, almost like a sigh, as if she was holding this for far too long, her head held down, blush intensifying, eyes closed, her short hair hiding her face, hands held together.

Ohmygodthatsadorableasfuckmyheart!

Even Jalter's grin somewhat falters at this sight, especially at this range, Mashu's adorableness effects even her, to be honest, I can't really blame her. Considering right now I'm feeling like hugging my Shielder and never letting go.

"Is that so wron-" Mashu tried to continue but-

Jalter releases her hold, pulling her face away, and pushes Shielder's face into my own-

"Wh-" Mashu's slightly parted lips meet mine, her body going frigid with shock, eyes wide open, plate on her lap dangerously clanking, but doesn't fall.

I put a hand on my Shielder's burning cheek, and lean into the kiss with closed eyes, I'm not going to make this more awkward then it needs to be, might as well enjoy the moment, first kisses always important and all.

Mashu stood unresponsive for a few seconds, I thought she would push me away when she comes back to her senses, since Jalter diligently watching her lover kiss another woman right in front her. Not saying anything, but-

Instead, she shyly leans in, eyes closed, she raises a shaky hand to clutch my chestplate, with how hard she is blushing, you might think she is cosplaying as that one reactor from Chernobyl, even her neck is red.

Before too long, we separate, mind you, there wasn't any tongue involved, just lips.

Mashu blinks rapidly and puts a distance between us on the log, the realization of what we had done dawning on her, but Jea intervenes;

"Hehehe~ That answers my question perfectly..." Jalter still had that evil smirk, her golden eyes boring into Mashu, who looked down, there was a faint smile on her face.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you, little Shielder..." Jalter leaned in close, her nose almost touching Mash's hair.

"Until you are nothing but a cumdump for Alexander." Evilly giggling as well, her eyes practically glowing.

Again, the vibes man, like I said, Jalter is basically quoting one of them fatso ugly bastards from any hentai you could find, what the actual fuck? But anyway, time to intervene, enough with the silence and passivity.

Jalter's has her back towards me, so I quickly think of a plan, I put my plate to the ground, and adjust the way I sit on the log by flinging one of my legs to the other side, with the long, hard log between my legs. (Le penis joke not intended)

While Jalter is having fun at the expense of my adorable Shielder, I quietly wrapped my hands around Jea's waist, ignoring her furred cape as I pulled her close, straight to my lap, she doesn't resist as I rest my hands on her armored flat stomach. Mashu gives a sigh of relief when Jalter's patronizing presence leaves her personal space.

"Why?" I asked oh so simply, my eyes narrowed, looking down to meet her eyes. Her smaller size clicking into place on my lap as Jalter shifts her weight to get comfortable before muttering;

"I'm not an idiot Alex." Jea taps her fingers on my clasped hands that were holding her in place, clink clang, kinda therapeutic.

I nod, from the corner of my eye, I see Mashu watching us with a critical eye, finally calming down, the blush leaving her face.

"I know you 'slept' with her back in Chaldea..." Jalter still isn't losing that evil smirk, continued to explain when she saw my confusion, how did she- Why didn't she tell me this beforehand? Why is she mentioning it now?

"On top of that, the way you look at her... I can tell you want her."

Huh, Jalter can read me? now this is interesting, I'm falling more and more for this woman.

"I approve, like I said, I want to see this little bitch squirm under you..." Jalter blushes, shuddering in my arms in delight, eyes closed, possibly imagining it happen right in front of her.

"I don't know what you want me to say." I murmured back, some part of me still believes that this is just a test, the wrong answer might get me burned to the crisp, its best to not accept straight away.

"I-I mean, if y-you don't want this, I guess-" Jalter tried to look away, so I pulled my hand up from her stomach to her chin, and forced her to face me, though her eyes didn't meet mine.

I think I got this figured out, this is one heck of a roundabout way to get me agree to her... Unique kink, I was torn between this being a fetish of hers, or like I mentioned earlier, a test to figure out if I'm going to cheat on her, in rl, about 5 years ago, my ex-gf, once asked me if I found her sister hot, and would I agree to a threesome, naturally my answer was a shrug and, 'Not really, but if that's what you want, then sure.'

We broke up shortly afterwards, I never seen her since, because apparently that was supposed to be a test, ugh, women right? Paranoid bitch worded it like as if she was into that, like a fetish, not too dissimilar to what Jalter is doing.

But fuck it, I pause time.

And;

~SAVED TO SLOT 1~

There you go, now I can go back here if it backfires on me.

I un-pause.

"...What do you have in mind, exactly?" I whispered back.

...After hearing my words, Jalter gave me the most distorted grin I have ever seen.

We in it for somethin' fierce, aren't we?

Jalter slips from my grip, and stand up.

"It's simple." Jea's predatory gaze locked onto Mashu's form, like as if she is a delicious morsel, Kouhai of mine gulps nervously under such pressure.

"Little Shielder here wants to fuck you." Jalter pointed out bluntly, causing said Shielder to light up like fourth of July, protect and care vibes strong within this one.

"And I want to watch my stud dominate a bitch." Jea continued with that distorted grin;

"Real question is, do you want to fuck your Shielder?" Jalter questioned, waving her index finger to make a point.

At this, Mashu locked eyes with me, frozen, waiting for my response with rapt attention.

I hope I don't regret this, Jea already knows what I want, so this won't backfire, hopefully.

"I do like Mashu-" I tried to speak, but got interrupted by Jalter.

"No no no, It's a yea or nay question, Do. You. Want. To. Fuck. Your Shielder?" Jalter glared, crossing her arms, presenting an ultimatum.

I give a sigh of defeat and;

"Yes." I nod, damn, I guess we know who wears the pants in this relationship, She practically strong armed me, not that I particularly mind it, you go girl.

"Mutual it is then." Jea gave a wink to frozen Mashu, who looked like as if she is ready to burrow her head into the ground from embarrassment.

Jalter walked near Mashu and put her hands on Shielder's shoulders, Mashu looked up, still very embarrassed and shocked.

"This is going to be so much fun, for you and me both." I heard Jea whisper into Mash's ear, who was too flabbergasted to respond.

"You are going to be death of me." I scratch the back of my neck, glaring into my Avenger's back.

"Heh, you know it!" Jalter puffed her chest with pride at my comment, she looked down on my plate that was on the ground and;

"Here, catch!" Jea perfectly threw the plate towards me, without turning around.

"..." I catch the plate, nothing on it fell to the ground, good throw, I found myself nodding, mission passed, respect plus. She is absolutely terrifying, not even laws of physics can phase Jea, what the actual fuck?

"Now, leave us be, I got things to discuss with our little Shielder here." Jalter did not look away from a petrified Mashu.

I quietly walk away, to find another place to sit and enjoy my food.

"Ow... You didn't need to hit me this hard..." I heard a voice complain and moan.

Rider's voice to be specific, I look towards where the voice originated to see Marie sitting at the base of a tree, holding her head in her hands.

"What did Avenger do to you?" I sigh, already guessing what exactly happened.

Marie huffed, and got up, pouting.

"She told me not to interrupt your delighting conversation." Rider made air quotes, still pouting.

"She threatened you?"

What can I say except good thinking, Marie would've aileron rolled into that 'delighting' conversation as she put it.

"She told me, 'I will put you through so much pain, you will wish a second turn in the chopping block.' what a lovely debutante." Marie grinned, putting her hands on her hips.

"Well, I'd advise you to not test Avenger's patience, but I think you already got the point." I say and sit down on the empty log nearby, putting down the plate down to my lap, the food probably went cold by this point.

"You think?" Rider scoffed, and plopped down next to me.

I wordlessly stab into my pork chops with a fork, mostly cold, but I dig in with gusto.

"She is scary." She shivered, her arms wrapped tight around her body, making herself look small as possible, a crocodile tear falling down her cheek.

"She is nothing like the real one, dear Jeanie is a sweetheart." Marie whispered without a care in the world.

I splutter and almost choke on my food, I give a quick peek to Jalter and Mashu, because not even god can save the queen if Dragon Witch got the slightest whiff of this.

"Don't let Avenger hear that, I don't think I can save you from her wrath if she does." I murmur, I think we lucked out. Jalter still has her back towards us, chances are she didn't hear this.

I could hear Rider's gulp, before saying;

"I always help my friends. I-If I have to dance with f-fire, then so be it."

That would've sound a lot better if she wasn't whispering, and stuttering didn't help her case too, as well as those fretful glances she sent towards the aforementioned 'fire'.

"Help?" I raise an eyebrow at that, Ruler needs help with what? I have no fucking clue. I' m the densest mf in the universe, remember? (sarcasm)

"Jeanie is too shy and reserved to open her heart to you, so I will." Marie sounded resolute, nodding to herself, While I was devouring my pork chops, delicious, this sauce, finger lickin' good. Hmm.

"She wants to have a permanent contract with you, just like little ol' me." Marie continued.

Despite being cold, the meat is melting on my tongue, so smooth, 'his a breakfast fit for a true king.

"Go talk to her about it, that smile must be protected." Marie whispered that last part eerily, voice tone vastly contrasting her normal nature.

I tilt my head, eyes focusing on Ruler and Lancer, they were still having a conversation, though it seems Jeanne is doing most of the talking, aloof Lancer offering her input now and then, I can't tell what they are talking about.

Atalanta had left the camp long time ago, I can feel her presence, she went spirit form to patrol the forest, keeping that order I gave her yesterday, showcasing that Independent Action, we haven't even said a word to each other, for a berserker, she is really understanding, Fafnir Jr. And Fou, were curled up near the extinguished campfire.

"Okay." I agree, its about damn time I suppose, I wanted to wait until Ruler came to me by herself, but Marie is right, sometimes you gotta push, methinks.

"Make it so, my dear gentleman." Marie nods to herself, still with that carefree smile.

I get up, and put my empty plate near the now extinguished campfire, and head towards Ruler ad Lancer.

"My command seals aren't working eith-"

I hear Jeanne say to Scáthach, but when she spots me, she stops in her tracks, clenching her jaw.

... I don't get it, we haven't interacted that much, I don't think we even had a private conversation just the two of us, so what's the problem here?

Probably because I'm banging her alter ego, that might be it, I suppose, otherwise I have no idea.

"What are you two talking about?" I ask, though my question is met with silence, until...

"Ruler just asked me if there can be three Servants with identical spirit origins at the same time, same place." Scáthach replied, Jeanne is still refusing to meet my eyes, hmm, I wonder what they were talking about beforehand, interesting...

I wait for her to continue, she puts a hand on her masked chin.

"It shouldn't be possible, Holy Grail would normally never allow such a thing happen…" Lancer paused.

"I sense a but." I crossed my arms.

Due to the mask, I can't see her smile when she hears my response, but I can tell she is somewhat amused, still very aloof though, but then again, if I had describe her, she is basically the human version of the word, 'aloof', Scáthach is the definition of it. Front cover.

"But, I seen it happen before, it doesn't surprise me." Lancer shrugged.

Oh that makes sense- Wait what?!

"...You seen it happen before? What do you mean?" My eyebrows escape into my hairline.

"Long story, I was involved in an... Situation, not too different from this one, a mad fool tried to forcibly summon the Grail, and use it for himself, the summoning was a success, but he found out too late that the Grail itself was corrupted." Scáthach shook her head, mumbling 'I hate power hungry weaklings'.

"...Did it trigger a Holy Grail War?" I ask, what have you done, writer? Me not likey this development, this is not cash money at all.

"You don't know?" Scáthach sounded astonished for a moment, she slightly tilts her head with a raised eyebrow, before regaining her aloof expression.

"I'm part of the Tower, but haven't heard of this, at all." I say, I would be more surprised that she can recall all of this, but then I remembered that she is a special case, unlike pretty much every other Servant (except some special cases), Queen of the Land of Shadows isn't dead, not a full Divine Spirit, she is usually found in her precious Land of Shadows, alive, she still has to answer to Grail's call, she can remember everything etc. As an immortal being that can't die, through and through, just like yer boi, except, y'know, I can, quote; 'die', end quote, so to speak, but we are basically two threads in the same stitch really. (really obscure reference spotted.)

You know what I'm spouting? Capiche? Cha-ching-

Ahem, If I was a Servant, I think I would be in a similar situation, bound to the Grail, or... I don't know, I don't want to find out, I hope I won't find out.

"Perhaps you weren't privileged to be told about it? It was a night of anomalies, I wouldn't call it a Holy Grail War, considering how it turned out." Scáthach crossed her legs.

That would be one thing… But I haven't heard anything about it at all. Not even a rumor, that raises red flags all over this mess, people in the tower talk like hell, doubly so when it comes to Grail.

"What happened?" I questioned, this shit is top priority, smells like plot development, wouldn't you say?

"There were three King of Heroes, you can guess the rest." Scáthach answered, with an even tone, all cool like, as if she didn't just tell me the current apocalypse is the least of our problems.

"Gilgamesh? T-three of them?" If I was a lesser man, my jaw would drop, but fortunately I'm not, but I didn't think it could be done, but I, I genuinely just stuttered. Wow. Shiver me timbers. Flashbacks to Fate Zero, I am having.

I'm sorry, I turn into Yoda when I'm really nervous.

"Who is Gilgamesh?" Jeanne speaketh, reminding us that her voice does indeed exist, huh, I thought she would know about her fellow Servants, she had to go the throne of heroes before this right?

...Maybe not.

"One of the strongest Servants you can summon, overwhelming megalomania, huge emphasis on ego, do I need to say more?" I count the bastard's 'winning' personality, Ruler pales at this, especially when it comes to the voice tone I used, which is filled with no small amount of dread.

"...Were they identical?" Ruler asked after turning to Lancer.

"Two of them were Archers, other was a Caster, but only one of them had a drastically different but still the same origin than the rest..." Scáthach trailed off, her red ruby eyes really captivating, I'd say they rival Jalter's.

"...And that is?" Jeanne spoke for me.

"One of the Archers was a woman, other two were males like they should be." Masked Lancer said, and adjusted herself on the seat, her reddish brown hair blowing softly with the wind.

"How did it end?" I asked next, huh, I think this is one of those 'bruh' moments, I suppose.

"They fought and killed each other, until only one remained." Although its hard to spot, there is a twinkle in her ruby colored eyes, I heard her mumble about 'not being able to intervene in time', 'missing a good fight', and 'Too wounded to be any threat.'

Jeanne froze on the spot when she heard this, with a gulp, possibly thinking she doesn't want to end up dead fighting the fake dragon witch (this thinking is wrong, so wrong.), damn we have a lot in common, because I certainly don't want to die by getting cooked, or shished with a spear, or get eaten alive by a giant fuck off dragon, you get the picture.

"What happened to the Grail?" I asked the next question.

Scáthach simply shrugged, and said;

"It fell apart."

"...It fell apart?" Jeanne muttered softly, tilting her head.

"Hm. As far as I know, nobody got the grail." Scáthach nodded in affirmative.

...I'm getting more and more confused with each question, so, to recap, there was a some sorta, not really 'holy grail war', and grail was corrupted so it summoned not two, but three King of Heroes, they had a battle royale, one of them got the winner winner chicken dinner, and grail exploded.

I suppose it isn't that complicated. I can work with this.

"Let's make sure only one of them dies this time around." I said, looking directly into those ruby eyes, again, they are quite captivating.

"I'm always looking for a good challenge." Lancer's voice tone changed… Is that blood lust? Kinda scary, especially with narrowed eyes, they seem like they would glow in the dark...

I hold back a shiver, and mutter only one word;

"Soon."

Lancer nods at that, summoning her blood red spear, placing it on her lap, a piece of cloth in hand, it doesn't take genius to figure out that she wants to clean her weapon, this action tells us that, she is done with the conversation, 'go annoy someone else'. Aloof as shit. Cool.

This time I turn to the elephant in the… Uh forest? Ruler Jeanne, oh boy oh boy, this is not going to be fun, at all.

"We need to talk."

"Y-yes?" Ruler stuttered, there is a look of apprehension on her face, her back is rigid, nervousness coming off from her in waves.

Now, question is why? I don't think I done something that warrant this, only way to know is asking, so…

"Come." I mention her to follow me, I think this talk needs to be private.

...Ruler stands up and, proceed to tail me without a fuss as I turn around to walk deeper into the forest.

...

Darn Skippy~

...

---

…

"So tell me, what's wrong?" I turn to face her, after being satisfied with the fact that we are quite far away from rest of my Servants, we weren't followed, even Marie stayed back at the camp.

"I-I, you and my… Alter…"

Ruler looks like she is about to have a heart attack, becoming more and more nervous, erratic, hm, I think my first guess was right, me snuggling with Jalter is affecting her quite hard, this requires further investigation...

"Calm down, take a deep breath." I instructed with a calming voice, almost whispering.

"Haah…." Jeanne took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

I give her some time, waiting patiently, because this is a landmine I have to tread carefully.

"...Y-You are lovers with her, how?" Ruler clenches her fists, asking that simple question.

"How… Indeed." I thought she realized this yesterday, hm… Maybe the whole peeking thing, drove it home that we are indeed lovers.

"Isn't she… Mad?" This time, Jeanne tilts her head in confusion, her eyebrows raised.

I shrug, there is no words to give here, what does she expects me to say in this scenario? Agree with her? Deny it? that Jea doesn't have any screws loose? (who doesn't really?) I'm confused.

"What are you trying to say?" I questioned, tilting my head.

"I just…" Ruler trails off once again, and she finds the ground much more appealing to look at, an awkward silence ensue.

…

"...It's weird. S-Seeing my alter ego like that." Jeanne is still looking at the ground, mumbling incoherently.

Hm, I mean, how would you feel? If someone fucks your clone 'but not really', and you have to interact with the guy that clone 'not really' is fucking with… Yeah, I get where Ruler is coming from, this is somethin' existential.

Somewhere within me, something clicks, a plan formulating. Time to put my empathy to test.

I quietly step closer, and say;

"You are not the same person. Avenger is different, you are different." My voice tone is even, she freezes in the spot, glancing up as I close the gap between us, I look into her blue eyes, though she seems incapable of holding eye contact, looking anywhere but my face.

She must understand this.

"Different beings with the same yolk, regardless of how look alike, you are your own person, as much as Avenger, you make your own choices, as much as Avenger…" I continue, Jeanne listens, rapidly glancing at my face and looking away, again and again.

I place a hand on her left shoulder, she freezes again, this time, she finally makes eye contact, her blue eyes locking with mine.

"You have your likes, hates, so does Avenger, all different, you got your own morals, Avenger doesn't have any…" I narrow my eyes, glaring deeply into her blue eyes.

I may or may not have a massive thing for blondes, especially with blue eyes… It may be because of my glorious Aryan blood that runs through my veins… If you can't tell already, but I am a massive fan of Marilyn Monroe, 50's were the shit man.

"Despite your denial… You, deep down, think that Avenger and faker are 'yourself'." My words make her gasp, eyes widen with shock, jaw hanging, but now she dares not to turn her face away from me.

This is a bit confusing, but hear me out, so Jeanne denies that Jalter and the faker are… Herself, but I seen the truth, yes I did. Deep down, she feels they're all, including herself, are the same person, so she feels guilty when Fake!Jalter burned France to the ground, as if she was the one that did that beautiful justice, I d- Ahem, you get what I mean.

Quite the dilemma, very exclusive to fate. I feel my brain burning, its 'I am you' drama, here is hoping this is the last and only time we had to deal with this shit, because I am about to nip this in the bud.

I move my hand from her should to her cheek, her jaw is still slacked.

"Do you want to be happy?" I whisper, still not breaking the eye contact.

After a few seconds, she nods, still wide eyed.

"Acknowledge, accept. Truth set us all free." I grin, (I bet he is real proud of this.)

"A-accept..?" Jeanne repeats, breaking eye contact to look down, her tightly clenched fists shake, she is really distraught, confused at her feelings, and what to do with them, to be entirely honest with you, I am too, because fuck 'I AM YOU' drama, excuse me while I metaphorically headbutt my desk real quick.

I thank the heavens that at least Jalter doesn't give a damn about this, it could be lot worse, if Jea faced a problem, she would first ask; 'Can I burn my problem away?' if yes, then she would, if no, she would try to burn it anyway, that's the type of gal she is, with zero existential problems, whatsoever.

"I-It's hard, hundred's died at the hands-" before Jeanne can stutter out a response, I put a finger against her lips, shutting her up, with my free hand, I grab her clenching fist, her gauntlet clanking against my own.

"That wasn't you, you did not kill those people." I drive the point to home, I shall drill it into her head if I have to, she must understand.

"B-But…"

"No buts, accept that it isn't your fault, faker's actions are her own, not yours."

Silence ensues once again, she relaxes her fist I'm holding, instead grips my hand firmly.

"I… I'm sorry, Master.. I'm a mess aren't I?" Ruler's expression is filled with variety of emotions, but most prominent ones are embarrassment, and confusion.

What I'm actually thinking, is that if this shit was 'real', how would a certified psychologist react to this 'unique' existential crisis? Or whatever it is, Fucking fate man.

I'm pretty sure they would say, fuck it, its above my pay, I'm outta here. Que the fuck this shit I'm out, and they would piss the right fuck off, a therapist might deal agree to deal with this, provided you give them a fortune.

"I can't say I understand your predicament, but I can promise that I will be by your side, you will not face this alone." I use all of my strength to grasp her hand, my eyes still narrowed, voice very serious.

Alongside my awesome Servants, right now, Jeanne doesn't need pity, or cuddling, (though y'all know how much I would like to do that.) what she needs is camaraderie and clarity, and most importantly, closure, only way to get that, is that we need to defeat the damned Fake!Jalter, secure the grail, and fix this Singularity, once and for all.

"I…" Jeanne, once again shocked to silence, looking at me like as if I grown second head, though her grip on my hand only tightens, metal gauntlet of mine groaning under pressure, damn, french girls really like breaking armor init? I have to repai-

"...Thank you."

...My…

God…

I need sun glasses.

I now know what Marie meant…

Jeanne's lips form a blindingly beautiful smile, her pearly white teeth, with the rigidness she had prior mostly gone, she is practically shining.

"…" Speech fails me.

"...I don't think I can ever stop feeling guilty… Countless innocents suffered at the hands of… Her…" Ruler still with that smile, continued, I can barely pay attention to her words, I'm captivated.

"But instead of moping, I can bring an end to her madness." Jeanne said, this time her voice is filled with determination, her smile giving away to equally determined grin.

"…" Ye boi is still unresponsive, all systems red, rebooting… Rebooting...

This time, Ruler summoned her flag spear, releasing my hand, taking a small step back, I had to lower my hand that holding her cheek, watching my Servant with rapt attention, what is she going to do next?

"...Alex." Jeanne knelled before me, planting her spear into the ground, white french flag swaying with the wind, she looks up to me with that same determined expression, I look down to meet her blue eyes.

"You are truly a worthy Master, deserving of my loyalty. I would like to form a permanent contract with you."

I finally reboot my systems, and grin. Instead of answering, I pull out my light saber, might as well go full fancy with this.

"…" Jeanne doesn't say anything, as I activate my saber by pumping prana into it, it emits a pure white blade.

I gently lower the blade onto her right shoulder, barely touching it, though it doesn't hurt her at all, if anything, it should heal her.

"With this…" Next, I move on to her left shoulder, gently touching the white blade against it.

"Arise, Dame Jeanne." My voice is authoritative, expression matching hers, I deactivate the light saber and put it away, with all of the grace of a true king, remember, I lived through hundreds of lives, good amount of them, I spent being a ruler, I ruled counties, kingdoms, even empires, either directly or just by being a good 'advisor' to aspiring slash powerful leaders.

But this usually does not last for too long, because I can't remember how many times I got assassinated due to my 'radical' outlook on things, especially when it comes to reforms, though me not aging a day after many years might be the main reason, I don't have the best life expectancy, whenever I try to get out of the shadows to do something, in other cases, I 'retire', so to speak, willingly, because boredom is a bitch, power is the most overrated shit in the world. (Says the power hungry maniac, hypocrite.)

Where am I going with this? I just knighted Jeanne D'Arc, something fucking Charles (the dead king) should've done in real life, but I can't really expect that Frenchie bastard to do anything right, I suppose.

There you go, this is the 'radical' thinking I have that most certainly got me killed, many times, imagine knighting a woman in 15th century, nobles would have your head on a spike, even if that woman killed a demon right in front of them, they would not understand. An old guard brain work in mysterious manners, they are physically incapable of accepting something out of norm or tradition.

Since I was a former ruler, I actually have the legitimacy to knight someone, isn't that cool? Fuck you if you say otherwise.

"…!" Jeanne's face is priceless, I can feel her cogs turning inside that noggin of hers, before she processed what just happened.

She flung herself to her feet, happiness coming off from her in waves, as if being knighted was her one and only wish.

"Yes!"

I offer her my hand, she giddily accepts it with gusto, though her other hand still grips the flag spear tightly.

We make a full contract, this time she takes up one of the slots, only two left.

"Arg-" Jeanne suddenly loses her balance, dropping her spear to the ground, a pained look on her face, I quickly move to steady her, grabbing her by the shoulder and waist.

"What's wrong?" I had a bit of panic in my voice, already prepping some healing magic.

"I…" Her eyes glowing bright blue, and I can see a faint red glow coming from her back, covered under layers of clothing, isn't that where her seals are? Before long, a white flash blind me, I move away and cover my eyes.

A few seconds later, my eye sight returns and first thing I see is… Ruler's outfit had changed.

Instead of the first stage's dark blue overalls, she had the white version, her last ascension, her cloak had changed colors too, its pure white, her armor is still in place, but her shoulders are bare, so if you look from a right angle, you might get a glimpse of her naked armpits, you filthy dog you.

Jeanne takes a deep breath, before saying;

"...I think.. No, I got my Command Seals back, I'm at my full strength again." Jeanne's eyes stopped glowing, I reckon her back too, she takes another deep breath, I release my hold on her when I think she is good to stand on her own, she picks up her spear.

The temporary contract only fed her just enough of my mana, but now its a real contract, she has full access to my pool…

...Yeah, it goes without saying, but now I have a Ruler. Ain't that cool? Wait a second, doesn't her Command Seals work differently compared to a Master's?

"You got your Seals back?" I asked.

"Yes, I should be able to use two Seals for each Servant I met, I can reveal their true names too." Jeanne grinned, she looks really giddy, as if she is about to start skipping in place, really happy to acquire what should've been hers to begin with.

That may sound pretty overpowered, but, I got a glimpse of what we are going to face in the far future, curtsy of writer, let me tell ye, we going to need every little bit of help we can get. I wish I was joking, just to give an idea, I plan to have Melt and other totally not 'broken' in concept Servants, you can just imagine who is going to rival them, but anyway that's enough spoilers.

"I got my Nobel Phantasms unlocked as well." Jeanne casually said, raising red flags instantly, nonon-

"I want- no, I command you to never use your second Nobel Phantasm, in any circumstance." I point at the ominously sheathed sword that's attached to her side, I'm talking about that certain NP. It must never be used.

"B-But…" Ruler has the gall to look away, but this is something I really need to drill it into her skull.

So I close the distance again, and grab her chin, forcing her to look at me.

"Promise me." I glare into her eyes, daring her to say anything otherwise.

"W-What if-"

I interrupt Jeanne, damn, forget everything I said about being scared of death during our talk with Lancer, I remembered something very important about Ruler Jeanne, she is suicidal as hell, I got this feeling I might even need to use a Command Seal in the future to stop her from dying due to her morals and good nature, I don't want her to end up like poor George, who willingly sacrificed himself just to cover our retreat, that physically hurt. (Wait… Did Alex just had a character development? Unironically? Wow.)

Hashtag not another Georgios. I will do my damnedest to make sure not to repeat that mistake.

"There is no what ifs, promise me, even if I'm half dead or you are, never use it." There is always a better way, suicide attacks are worthless, putting yourself in a position with no chances of survival, means even if you do kill your enemy, and well, you'd be dead dead, so you won't be able to enjoy the peace that comes afterwards, why even bother?

Which isn't something I should point out, especially to a Saint that would happily give her life away to save one life, let alone all of humanity, don't get me wrong, there is something beautiful and admirable about risking your life for what you love, to protect them, but that doesn't mean you want to die, there is always the chance of you surviving, but that second NP ends with Jeanne's death, its not avoidable. its like strapping a bomb on yourself, its just insanity and suicide.

"...I can promise that I won't use it unless its absolutely necessary." Jeanne offered a compromise with a sweat drop instead, making me shake my head, and frown.

"And you should know that if I hear you start the incantation, I will do my best to interrupt and stop it, Georgios' sacrifice made me realize this, I do not need nor want any Servant that has no self-preservation." My eyes could be spitting fire with how hard I'm glaring, Jalter would be so damn proud if she saw me.

"…" Jeanne stood speechless at my sheer stubbornness, widened eyes and everything.

"Do. Not. Use. It." I drove it home, and continue with;

"Am I understood?"

This time I get a wordless nod, though I'm sure we'll need to have repeat this conversation in the future, like I said, suicide is bad, people, would you sacrifice yourself to save humanity? This Saint in front of me would, so there is only one way to fix this.

"I just have to find a way to victory, without further sacrifices, martyrs, never again." I lose the frown and half-grin this time, Jeanne perks up at my words, still silent, but listening with full attention.

"Place your trust in your Master, I will make sure you won't ever be in a position that warrants your second Nobel Phantasm, I will not fail you." I said, lifting a hand to pat her head, Jeanne gives a sharp gasp, her cheeks turn red slightly.

So, simple solution, I just have to make sure we won't come close to being defeated, therefore she won't need to kill herself, very quaint plan, init? Oh by the way, those who have no idea what we are talking about, Jeanne has two NP's, one of them is her normal, defensive NP that is the flag spear that lets her and everybody near her, tank pretty much everything, other is her suicidal NP that is the sword, that supposedly can kill anything, but as the name might suggest, she dies after the attack said an' done.

I should've explained this before, but oh well, I was emotional and shit, I'm sorry, I can't expect everyone to know the shit storm that is known as 'Fate Lore'.

"I promise I won't use it." Jeanne looked down, muttering a verbal vow this time.

Huh, that was easy, I thought she'd be more stubborn.

"Then we gucci." I still hold my hand on her head, caressing her hair, she had a complicated expression, I did not miss the still present, just noticeable blush on her cheeks.

"What's 'gucci'?" Jeanne asked with a raised brow.

"Not something you need to learn, I meant we'll be okay." I grimace, that's so cringe, why did I unironically said that word? Writer delete this, force a skip! (haha no.)

"Okay…?" Jeanne pouted, confusion written all over her face.

"Anyway, cough*, lets go back." I cough to dispel the awkwardness, (he has the unspecified virus from an unknown origin.)

I walked away, guided by my other Servant's presence, alongside my now new Ruler.

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Darn Skippy~

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Me and my Servants are all present (including Atlanta, who was on a tree, sitting on a tree branch.) for a much needed council of war, we are sitting on logs around the extinguished campfire, now that character development phase is finished, (until next time) we must move the plot along.

"Girl! You changed your outfit?! White looks great on you!" Marie exclaimed, much to the chagrin of Ruler, who had an embarrassed expression, looking away, not saying a word. Though this doesn't stop the Queen of France, who mercilessly tease the blushing Saint.

"...So, what are we going to do?" Holographic Roman asked, ignoring them.

"Orléans." Jalter pointed out with a grin, gaining everyone's attention, stopping other two bickering french girls.

"...You think she will be there?" Ruler timidly asked, looking at Jalter.

"That faker is waiting for us, no doubt, probably getting stronger." Jalter responded with a scoff, glaring at Jeanne, who seems more than happy to glare back.

I watch on like a proud parent, these two can actually interact with each other without violence-

"Fucking idiot, whenever I look at you, I can barely hold myself back from burning you alive." I heard Jea mutter under her breath, still glaring at Ruler.

...Still, its not violence, its just words, I call that progress, we are still a long way from a threesome, but progress is progress. Ye can't shit on that.

"Ahem, real problem is, what are going to do about the army of dragons?" Marie interjected, putting a hand under her chin.

"Right, about that…" I trail off, can I get my boy George back, I miss him already… Some part of me still hopes an' believes that he got out of there alive, so I'm going to refrain from trying to summon him.

I never mention this before but… While I can summon pretty much any Servant I want (so long I obey the limit rule), but I had to give writer a concession for this ability, I cannot summon back Servants I have lost, I can use a Grail or… Enough command seals to revive them, but I can summon a Servant only once. I don't know if Georgios counts, considering I didn't have a contract with him. (It doesn't.)

That's the reason why I forced Jeanne promise me about her second NP. If she dies, she is gone forever, I don't plan to le cheat and roll back save either, unless I personally die, no rollbacks. Shit's got consequences and all.

"I can deal with them." Jalter grinned, lil' Fafnir is wrapped around her arm, screeched in agreement with his mom.

"How?" Mashu asked, Fou on her lap, now that I think about it, I wonder what Jea is planning about the whole, y'know, the thing with Mash. Before the horny strikes, I should think about something else.

"Fafnir can control Wyverns and Dragons weaker than him." Jalter explained, Fafnir Jr. Had a grin too, its tiny head held high with pride.

Atalanta, who was silently observing from her branch, looked at the little dragon with condemn, and spoke up;

"That pipsqueak is weak, it can't kill a Wyvern, let alone a Dragon."

Only thing she got back for a response, was a flying black spear, which she expertly dodged by jumping to another branch, alongside series of angry screeches from that said 'pipsqueak'.

"...Dragons are beings of mana." Scáthach ignored that whole thing, sitting crossed legged on top of the log, her hands on her knees, as if she is about to begin meditating, that aloof, neutral expression ever present on her face, though I can't see the lower half due to the mask she is wearing.

Lancer turned her gaze to me.

"I suspect last night… Your activity with Avenger wasn't just for the sake of it, was it?" Lancer spoke, guessing right in one go, her words had unintended consequences, what I mean is that they made Mash and Ruler Jeanne blush heavily, with former strangling poor Fou, Marie giggles at this sight.

"I transferred my mana to her, she can turn Fafnir into his adult form for a while." I nodded.

"...You did wha… Wow, you work fast Alex." Roman sounded astonished, he understood when he heard 'transfer' and 'mana' in the same sentence… Wait a fucking second… My eyes might be playing tricks on me, but I think… He is blushing? Its hard to tell with the hologram, that's gross bro, and gay, gross and gay.

"How long?" Scáthach questioned, her gaze this time finding Jalter, who was uncharacteristically silent, a barely noticeable blush on her face, she most certainly heard what we talked about, probably thinking about last night, hehe.

"Ah- Ahem, Long enough to burn that bitch until there is nothing left, I will have Fafnir eat her alive as she burns." Jalter got out of her funk, and crossed her arms, voice tone promised pain, that's for sure.

Animosity much? I think I know the reason why Jea is somewhat, 'cordial' with Jeanne (if you even call it that), all of her hatred is pointed towards Fake!Jalter.

Yeup, can't find any fault in that. Good for her.

"By the way Alex, Fafnir has three forms." Jalter addressed me this time.

"What are they?"

"First one is the weakest, youngling form." Jea waved her free hand at Fafnir Jr.

"Second one is Adult form, in that, he can torch entire cities, take on pretty much any Servant that isn't a Dragon Slayer, Fafnir needs huge amounts of mana to maintain this." Jea further explained.

I nod, wait for her to continue.

"Third form is.. Ancient form." Jalter said, Fafnir had a grin of his own, nostrils releasing smoke.

"What is 'Ancient' form?" I asked.

"Not something you will ever be able see, so I see no reason to explain it." Jalter had an unapologetic expression, really driving home that I'm lovers with this woman.

"Why?"

"Because even with your absurd mana pool, you'd still need to…" Jea trailed, putting a finger on her chin, I think she just began equations.

"Kill around a billion humans, to maintain that form for 5 to 10 minutes." Jalter continued, I could see Ruler and Mashu, get really pale at this. Scáthach is holding her cool, can't tell what she is thinking, Marie is uncharacteristically silent too. Alter Atalanta appears to be looking at Fafnir intently.

B-But billion? Wow.

"That form must be really strong then." I grimace, pointing out the obvious, the amount of prana Jalter talking about, is very staggering, but… Hm… Question is… Well, hehe, this is going to come up later, so let's just leave this alone for now.

"It is." Jalter leaves it at that.

"So." I cleared my throat, garnering everybody's attention.

"Plan is, go to Orléans, let Fafnir deal with the dragons, while we go deal with Faker and her Servants." I say, and continue with;

"Any objections?"

"Fafnir won't lose. Neither will I." Jalter nodded, a blood thirsty grin on her face, Fafnir growls with a nod of his small head.

"I didn't witness enemy's strength first hand, but I will not object if this is our best shot." Lancer didn't have any either.

"You lead, I follow, Master." Ruler Jeanne put her own two cents in, gaining a stink eye from Jea.

"Same here, Master." Marie winked.

"Alpha's word is law, my strength is yours." Alter Atalanta responded from her tree.

That's everybody, and all of them okay with the plan-

"Well, Alexander, you and your Servants seem to managed figure this out without me." Roman sniffed.

"Hm." I nodded towards him.

"But, somebody finally got out of her close-" before Roman can continue, he was interrupted.

"Tormond, do you hear me?"

I could hear Roman exclaim 'ouch' for some unknown reason, Olga is here, and she wasn't happy with Roman's comment.

"Hey boss." I gave her hologram a small wave, she wasn't very amused.

"Cut the crap, how is situation? How close are you to fixing it?" Olga had an irritated expression, an eyebrow twitching. She looks very stressed.

Also ouch man, I just said hi, no need to be so rude.

"We are close, we about to go attack the Servant who most likely has the grail." I responded coolly, no need to snap back at her, she is having a bad time, though this says a lot about her maturity. She is like a child.

Jalter is glaring at Olga's hologram, thank god she can't see behind her, hell, I think even Ruler is glaring at her too, though I might be seeing things, Mashu frowns at Olga's words.

"Give me an estimate, how long is it going to take?" Olga asked.

"Is Roman there?" I countered, getting a nod from still irritated Olga.

"Roman, how far are we from Orléans?"

"Lets see… From your position, at least 10 hours on horseback, head northwest."

That's not that far actually, it isn't bad as it sounds because it would take two to three weeks to move from Brest to Nice on horseback, if you are lone that is, with a caravan, (or an army...) it could take more than a month, or three months depending if everyone has a horse or not, I thought we would at least be a day or two away from Orléans.

"There you have it." I say, Roman answered Olga's question.

"...Good luck, I think you are going to need it."

"Thanks boss, mighty fine of you." I try to not put any sarcasm in my words, hopefully I did succeed.

With a nod, Olga disappears, Roman taking her place, his lips forming a thin line, he stood silent for a few seconds, as if he is waiting for someone to leave, (he is so subtle, isn't he?) before talking;

"Don't mind Olga, she is very stressed."

"I know."

"Bitch didn't need to insult Alex." Jalter interjected with an angry look.

"For once, you and I agree on something, she didn't need to be rude." Ruler agreed, Jalter scoffed at this, but said nothing to her.

"I'll say sorry in her stead, that's all I can do at this point." Roman looked like as if he is about to cry.

"We don't need your apology-"

I interrupt Jalter before this get out of hand.

"It's fine." my voice is firm, commanding.

"But-"

"I said. It's fine." I repeated.

Jalter pouted at this, staying silent, I could see a ghost of a smile on Ruler's face, as if, heavens forbid, she enjoyed the way I shut Jea up. Atalanta is straight up grinning at this.

"...Now that's out of the way… Can you please tell the who the hell destroyed the tents?" Roman frowned.

Jalter crossed her arms, back straight, head held high, proudly proclaimed;

"I did. Got a problem?"

As if she is daring him to say anything else, scary.

"Somebody wants to be banned from using the training simulation room, forever." Romani threatened, Jalter's grin turned upside down.

"Haah?" very intelligent response from one befuddled Jalter.

"Think about it, it might not have taken long to find this Singularity, but finding the next one could take weeks, months, even years, Chaldea is suspended in time, until we fix this whole thing." Roman explained.

"…" Jea did not say anything, taking it slow as she tried to understand where Roman is going with this.

"Can you go that long without having any output for that anger of yours?" Roman grinned.

"Oh." Jalter clicked her tongue, looking irritated, as it clicked.

"Damn, he shut her up." Marie whispered with a cheshire grin.

"Anyway, if you don't want to be banned, do not, I repeat, never destroy Chaldea's property, again." Romani looked pretty pumped and determined, mad respects bro.

"...Fine." Jalter relented, biting her lower lip, she spat that word as if its poison.

"This is applied to all of you as well." Romani turned to the other Servants, all of them nodded, except two, Jalter (she just frowned.) and...

"I do not care about…. Whatever 'simulation' is." Atalanta scoffed, glaring at Roman.

"No meat for you for a month."

"…"

That shut her up so fast bro. Wow.

I didn't even need to do anything, Roman, my man's got this. We must go bowling sometime in the future. He a legend. (can't tell if he is sarcastic or not.)

"Speaking of meat, Alexander, if you find the time, go hunt a few games, with a Leyline, I can take them off your hands, Chaldea's food supply can use the extra protein." Romani said.

"I'm sure Atalanta over here will happily oblige that request." I said, pointing at our resident Berserker.

"I live for the hunt." She had a grin on her face.

"...Roman, prepare a dozen or so freezers for the meat, because that grin on her face scares me."

"...Noted." He agreed, after taking a good look at Berserker's face.

"If that's all…" I stood up. My Servants doing the same, with their own way, Atalanta front flips from her branch, Scáthach back flips to stand like a boss, Jeanne and Marie stand up like a normal human being, Jalter stretches as she stood up, (she grins at me, when I oogle her like some sorta virgin.)

"Let's move."

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"Who is riding with whom?" Marie asked innocently on her own blue horse.

After summoning Zulja, and I climbed on her saddle.

Scáthach had her own black horse that she herself summoned, through a rune of sort, I plan to ask later, the horse itself had red eyes, just like her- Oh, I think its a he, so ahem, like his owner, and he is smaller than Zulja… And there is something really off about the horse, something I can't really put it…

We got three horses, if I discount Atalanta, who seems to like going spirit form, and Marie, Scáthach for obvious reasons, that leaves Ruler Jeanne, Jalter and Mashu, last two can ride with me.

"Ruler, you are with Marie."

Marie looked happy, Jeanne had a small smile, good choice, me thinks.

"Jea and Mashu, you are with me." I made a 'come here' motion towards their general direction.

Jalter walked up to me, I wordlessly offered my hand.

"Up you go." I lift her up, she sits in front of me, getting all comfy and lean on my chest, I put my free arm around her waist, she seems quite happy, though her face doesn't show it, Fafnir Jr. Is on her lap, cooing as he curls into a ball.

"…" I do the same for one silent Shielder, who sits behind me, strapping her shield to side of the saddle, Mash looks very out of it, day dreaming, but now, at least she looked like she found out what she truly wanted all along.

...That same Shielder put her hands on my waist, I can hear her heart beating rapidly.

"S-Senpai…" I hear her whisper, she pressed her forehead against the back of my neck, her armored chest smashing against me.

…

I'm so, so, I- I just can't man, how do you resist her? If Mash asked me to sacrifice my newborn child for her, I-I wouldn't be able to say fuck off, I'd do it if she asked with a pout and teary eyes. That's how much adorable she is, I just can't say no, man. Please help!

"We set?" I cleared my throat and asked, tactfully ignoring Mash, before I do something out of character, receiving chorus of 'yes' and nods from everyone.

"Alexander, head northwest, out of the forest you are in, you should be able to see a cobblestone road…" Romani instructed as I lightly hit Zulja with my shins, bringing her into a trot. Scáthach and Marie hot on my tail as I speed up, Jalter grips my arm, the one around her waist.

"Senpai…"

I hold back a shiver as Mashu breathes hotly, directly onto the back of my neck, her lips touch it, her grip on my waist tightening.

...What the hell did Jalter told her? What happened to my innocent Kouhai? Or is she acting on her own?! I slow down Zulja, and tell Marie and Scáthach to take the lead, with Romani instructing them instead, I heard him say that 'keep heading northwest.' So 10 hours ey? We might nee- ahgh-

"Hamph~" I couldn't hold back a sharp intake of breath, when Mash nibbled the side of my neck, I feel like giggling-

"...hehe." Jalter's giggle makes me look down, who was already looking at me, with a mirthful expression.

"W-What?" I swear having Jalter and Mashu sandwich me with no understanding of private space, is doing wonders for my sanity, and I'm totally not horny or anything. This is fine. Nothin' is on fire or anythin'.

"Your cumbucket is coming along nicely, little Shielder has potential." Jalter tries to rub her booty against my crotch, only to pout when my armor gets in the way, which makes it real, real hard to figure out that- I-I may or may not have an erection. I'm a gentleman, I'm better than this. (sweating bullets.)

"Look forward to it, my dear Master." Jalter's words were foreboding, some might say in a good way. (you all are horny fucks, all of you say will its in a good way.)

"Sure-" I hiss when Mashu nibbles on my earlobe, sending even more shivers down my spine. I could hear her whisper 'Senpai~' really quiet, with no space between us, I can clearly hear her heart, beating fast, I don't need to see her to know that she is probably blushing real hard too.

Wow, again, what the hell did Jea do to her? Mashu isn't some sex fiend, she could barely kiss me a few scenes ago, now you telling me that she can smear my neck and ear with her saliva, how?

"Are you wondering what did I do to little Shielder?" Jalter read my mind, grinning.

"What did you do?"

"Lick~" I hiss again when Mashu continue to nibble on my earlobe.

"I made her less… Reserved, though she is far from a finished product." Jalter put a hand under her chin, though her other hand is tightly grasping the arm I wrapped around her.

Jalter called Mashu a product, my god what have I done! I don't know how to feel about this… But anyway, Zulja is diligently following the Marie and Scáthach, I can feel Atalanta, who is trailing us in spirit form, you might be screaming at me to tell all of my Servants to go spirit form, Because when a Servant is in that state, they take less prana, etc. But let me tell ye, just cause they can go invisible and pass through solid objects, doesn't mean they are faster, and Scáthach isn't dead, she can't go spirit form, if that wasn't enough of a reason, I want my Servants to have high maintenance so that my mana pool grows faster, if anything, I should tell Atalanta to go normal instead, tell her to take as much as mana she can, spirit form is useless to me, except maybe set an ambush or so, then it might be useful.

I don't know if I'm feeling this wrong, but I think Atalanta has a ride of her own, I never got a glimpse of it, but she is really fucking fast, it wouldn't surprise me, but real question is, how is her ride also in spirit form? Maybe her 'kin' is part of her spirit origin?

Food for the thought, I suppose.

"You are going to be death of me." I hum.

"Heh. You already know my answer to that." Jalter grins, laughing.

"For real, I think if I had a tangible lifespan, you would've took at least two-thirds of it to oblivion." I grumble.

Now that I think about it, I really have to tell the growing list of Servants about my, ahem, curse.

"How about if I take all it, hm?" Jalter laughs harder. Although she is half joking, other half is still serious, so...

"I wouldn't mind it."

Jalter blushes with a toothy grin, she liked that. Hopefully I am not reading this wrong, and not, you know, that she can kill me, I read it as the other thing that is too mushy to say, even for me.

"Senpai… I love you…" Mashu finally stops nibbling me, instead resting her head on my shoulder, her face pressing against my neck, her heart rate calming down, breathing calmly, steady. Don't tell me she is going to sleep on a moving horse.

I take a look by moving my neck slightly.

Mash has her eyes closed, still blushing, but its not bad as it was during the conversation we had this morning.

And so, we head for the final showdown, we going to defeat the Fake!Jalter, take the Grail, head home, simple, effective solution, and probably a threesome. That's something to anticipate.

Hashtag not another Georgios. Rip.

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