Hello! Welcome back to my little story! I hope you have enjoyed the read so far!
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camilo navas: That was my addition. Gwydion's life after Lleu and Merlin's entire youth are both shrouded and unknown. I took creative liberty with this piece.
SentinalSlice: Don't worry, this was intentionally done and will be addressed again later on ^^
Without any further ado, let us get to it!
Disclaimer: All rights go to their respective creators, and even thought some of the new Servants for this story do not exist within the Nasuverse and are my own creative imput, i still reject all rights and grant them to Type-moon.
"Ha?" Came the voice of Rider of Red, otherwise known as Achilles, as he sat against one of the Church seats, leaning forward to show interestin the topic that was being addressed.
After the fight, Arturia and Shirou headed back to the Church at their earliest convenience and assembled the seven Red Faction Servants and their Masters to share the information aquired. Needless to say, the knowledge shared got a few reactions out of everyone.
"THE Gwydion? Considered the most heinous and bastardous mage in all of Brittain's history?" Saber of Red, otherwise known as Roland, chimed in. She was rather negatively perplexed by this information not because of Gwydion's power but because of his beyond ruthless personality. If History is to be believed, he had the King's first virgin deflowered by letting his brother rape her. Definetly the worst type of scumbag, a willing accomplice. This rubbed Roland the worst way, that the enemy employed such a scumbag as one of their Servants. It really made her want to demonstrate them just how sharp Durendal is by cutting their bodies into such fine pieces that they will be ripped apart on a molecular level. Her blood was absolutely boiling!
"Indeed..." Lancer Artoria spoke, her arms crossed as she sat at the stairs leading to the small podest from which Priests usually spoke and the choirs sang in the church.
"Such a vile creature in a man's body." Caster of Red, the elderly woman with the black dress, responded. "I say we all jump him at the earliest chance we get. Honor be damned, he should just stay dead forever."
It was pretty much unanimously agreed upon that they all hate Gwydion for the kind of bastard he was before he helped King Lleu ascend to the throne.
"Agreed. No mercy for the Wicket" Came the voice of the room's fourth and last female Servant, spotting very deep brown colored hair on her. She wore an extravagant and somewhat flashy corset, coloured in brown with golden ornaments on it. She also had a Shoulderpad in the form of thick, black wool which connected to her chest via a fur string fused with a golden button hanging just above her cleavage. The most prominent feature was her long, pointy set of ears she had and the cloth roses she had on the part where her Corset met her skirt. "He is one type of enemy I will gladly see choking on his own blood."
"oi oi oi... you all are cruel beyond saving." Archer of Red said while heavily sweatdropping. This earned him the collective laughter of everyone in the room, more of a cover-reaction to hide that they wanted to continue indulging in their joint brutality against Caster of Black. Truly a man worth hating, they all thought.
"Now... to be serious once more" Saber of Red demanded, getting everyone's attention. "Assassin, how are you progressing with the completion of your Hanging Gardens of Babylon?"
Assassin of Red, Semiramis, just smiled lightly. "Almost completed, but it is functional. We can mount it and depart within 24 hours."
"Good." Saber of Red continued, nodding her head before she spoke. "I will set the time. In exactly 24 Hours, we shall re-unite in this Church. Gather what you need, enjoy your stay in Sighisoara, for it might be the very last time."
Everyone got the thick of the Atmosphere and they all agreed in their own ways, nodding, humming in approval or just scoffing.
Roland took a rough glance around this room and took a particularily long glare at Kotomine Shirou before she spoke. "We are all here because the Grail has something we want. World Domination, Salvation of Mankind, undo something in the past or just True Incarnation. We are united by our selfish desires. However, before we can return to the basis of our existence as Servant, we have to defeat the Faction of Black's servants. Unlike us, they were not summoned with the intent on receiving something on their own. They are entirely, and solely, soldiers to a vengeful ghost of a time long past. Their end is a Mercy-killing to liberate them of heinous perversion of their own hearts and minds. They would never get the chance to have what they want. So remember this, my Comrades in Arms: Mercy is Torture unless they desire specifically just that."
"They will not hold back to use the dirtiest of tricks. We have to assume the worst. Hostages, feigned surrender... maybe even human sacrifices for Mana-refreshments. So it doesn't matter what we want, not now, not in this fight. And while we all have our disagreements, it is true that right now, we are a team, so we will go out there and flatten them like one."
When Roland was done holding her speech, everyone in the room smirked, feeling motivated and ready. "Now, this meeting is Adjourned. Go do whatever you want to do for today, it is the last time you will get to do anything of the sort."
"Damn, she sure knows how to get the fire in our hearts going." Archer commented, earning himself a loud and proud roar from Berserker, who voiced his agreement.
"Of course." The White-haired Caster spoke. "This is THE paladin we are talking about. Her Honor and sense of comraderie is equal to the Knights of Camelot."
"Funny you should say that..." Lancer Artoria chimed in, having a smug smile on her face. "She reminds me quite a bit of Sir Percival. Courageous, but also worryingly chummy with everyone."
"Sir Percival? Of the Round Table? You know him?" Archer asked with audible curiosity.
"But of course. After all, I am his King." Artoria exclaimed with the utmost pride possible, her head nodding lightly as it was lifted, as if basking in sunlight.
Archer just lost his jaw at the moment from having his mouth Agape.
Caster thought just made a light chuckle. "How poetic..."
Her comment earned both Archers and Lancer's attention, raising their eyebrows at her. "That means we are three Kings... this will never not be an amusing coincidence."
"Right you are, Caster." Archer spoke before he turned his head around to scan the room, seeing that Berserker, Rider, Assassin and Saber were all gone, doing whatever, and their Masters were gone too, say for Emiya Shirou, leaving only four people. Archer's attention then went to Emiya for a moment before he turned to the two women. "I reckon you also get to preparing for the attack tomorrow night. I need to speak with Lancer's Master."
Artoria turned to Shirou, who only nodded at her to let her know it is alright. "As you request. Let us go, Caster. I wish to converse with you for a moment, too."
As the two Women were on their way, exiting the Church Building into the deep night, Archer turned towards Emiya with the most serious expression he could muster. "You have some explaining to do."
"Wha-?"
"Your red Eyes. Everyone has already noticed. That and your chaotic Mana. It's been flaring up every now and then, and given you are here less than half a day, "every now and then" means every couple minutes, and it has caused us some questions and worry." Archer explained. "I have a rough guess, but I want to hear it from you. What are you?"
Emiya let out a very deep sigh, letting a long silence engulf them both before he shook his head. "I don't know. All I know is that... something... happened to me."
"What did?"
"I don't know... but the more I think about it, the more I wish I had never gone to that place where it occured."
"Where?" Archer pressed.
"I accidentally stumbled upon the old Ziggurat of a Sumerian deity. I believe it was Nanna's."
This caused Archer to immediately go into full alert and he stepped closer to Shirou, his hands reaching for the young redhead's face to open his eyes as wide as he could. Shirou of course was very worried about this for a moment and tried to get Archer off.
"Well..." The green-haired Servant began. "To adequatedly put it in your modern terminology... Fuck. I think I know what happened to you, but we won't get answers about that anytime soon. Well, you won't."
"What do you mean by that? What did happen to me?" Shirou asked, by now having been hooked to his own curiosity.
"Well, I cannot exactly give any specifics as the guesses are too wild to even be remotely reliable. All I know is that you came into direct contact with something... divine. Red Eyes are one of the three trademark characteristics of Sumer deities, alongside blonde hair and a physical tolerance to Divine Materials. I need to know the full details on everything that occured to you."
"Wait a minute, how would you know even this?" Shirou wondered. Archer's guess was specific. Too specific to be a random guess. "Are you perhabs from the Mesopotamian age?"
"No, afraid not. I came about 2000 years after that. But I have had direct association with God Almighty himself. I know the Divine. Its unique mana, the frequency of it, the density, the feel on my skin-"
"Alright... I understand. But I would like not to recall the events, if possible. If something happened to me, I will address it after the War" the redheaded Master responded. His curiosity started to calm down and he was seeing it a bit more objectively now. "Devoting my attention to this now of all times will only be distracting."
"How come? We have a whole day of basically vacation before the big war. Now is pretty much the only time you CAN tell me about this."
"I don't want to talk about it!" Shirou exclaimed loudly, furiously, and as he did, his eyes shone a very dimm, slight light of deeper, more bloodied red, but it was enough to get Archer to immediately whip out his weapon, being a Slingshot, with one stone armed in it already. Shirou noticed almost immediately what he did and he immediately stepped back, looking at his hands, the light in his eyes dying out again. "I... what the hell..."
"Now this is what you call an interesting development." Archer responded before he slowly put his slingshot away again, letting out a relieved sigh as he saw Shirou calm down.
"What... was that? I suddenly felt so angry... for a second, I wanted nothing more than to choke the life out of you..."
"A Mind Seal, I assume." Archer responded. "To keep the memory of the event locked. Either you or something else put it there. Anyone pressing for an answer causes explosive bursts of anger within you. Which means that you can't answer this question anyway until the Mind Seal is broken. At least now we know now to ask randomly..."
Shirou gulped and nodded silently.
"Does she know?"
Shirou just silently shook his head. "no one does..."
"Good. Less danger when we figure out what the hell it is your mind is hiding."
"Hold up!" Shirou got defensive, but this time without an anger burst. "Didn't you JUST say we should lay it off?"
"I said we won't ask randomly. I never said we will not try to break the seal in your head. For all we know you could be the host of some parasitic life form waiting to burst out of your chest-"
"You did NOT just make that reference!" Shirou complained before putting his hands on his face and sighing out really loudly, sitting down on one of the Church benches, starting to feel seriously frustrated with this whole matter. "Oh just why did I have to go into the temple in the first place...!?"
Archer crossed his hands for a moment, thinking to himself. "Alright... we will address this matter later. My Master is calling for me." With these words, Archer de-materialized, leaving Shirou alone in the building to think for himself.
"Are preparations completed?"
"Of course, lord Darnic!" Came the voice of one of the Yggdmillennia's many homonculi, serving as a simple butler to their members.
"Excellent! Bring him in, then!"
"Right away!" The Homonculus servant exclaimed before exiting the throne hall, within which Darnic had been residing all this time.
"It appears we shall see the fruits of my wisdom and your ressources, Darnic." The female Servant on the throne spoke. "I am optimistic that he will be a fine warhound for our cause. And if he isn't... well, we have a whole array of others to experiment on."
"Indeed. This will be revolutionary to the creation of Hominculi. The Yggdmillennia family will finally have the edge over the Einzberns!"
Soon after their little chatter, a male homonculus walked into the throne. He wore simple clothes, black pants, a white, buttoned shirt with long sleeves beneath a black tuxedo. His Hair was a light shade of brown, bleaching out slightly as it went to the upper center of his head. A single sword with a white sheat, accompanied by a red, decorative top part on his left side. "Homunculus Combat Prototype 0: Sieg, reporting for duty, Lord Darnic." He spoke, his red eyes piercing the room and reaching Darnic's own expression. Despite being a simple servant, it was very clear that Sieg had power. His expression was that of confidence, but also that of a typical Homunculus. Blank, awaiting orders.
"Step forward, Combat Prototype." The woman's voice commanded, her body leaned forward in curious interest to the boy before her. He looked young. She had never personally laid her eyes on him up until now so she didn't expect him to look like a mid-stage teenager. This was interesting to her, greatly so.
"Yes, Ma'am." Sieg spoke as he took a few steps closer to the throne. Once he was barely 10 meters away from the two, he went down on one knee.
"No. Raise your head, Sieg." The woman exclaimed before she stood up from her seat, stepping closer towards the young Homonculus. As she did, Sieg slowly lifted his head, then got back up on his feet as per her orders. "You are above the other Homonculi. You are unique, special. There is no one like you, and as such, you should stand tall like one. A King of the Homonculi."
"Wha-?" Darnic protested as he heard the last words, getting a terrible feeling out of it.
"Silence!" The Woman shot, turning towards Darnic with pure venom in her eyes. If looks could kill, Darnic would have died 12 times by now. She immediately calmed herself down and turned to Sieg again, her face reverted to the expressionless face from just a few seconds ago, before her short outburst. "You will be given priviledge over the Homonculi as their designated ruler in this Castle. They are to obey your commands, first and foremost. You can decide to free them or enslave them, to rebel against the Yggdmillennia family and take over, to join them in arms as allies or to continue being their little guinea pigs and mana-batteries. You need only give me one thing in exchange."
Sieg was visibly in thought, his hand moved up to his chin to stroke it slightly as he pondered about her offer. Sieg had been in this world only for about a few days now, but he had already gotten a good idea about how Homonculi are treated and used for. Being able to free them, give them a human life... that would be truly wonderful. He made the decision. "Anything you need, I am happy to offer it in exchange for command over my people."
"Good. You already have grown a sense of loyalty and devotion to them, too. You learn very fast." She spoke as she gave him a small smile. "It almost feels like I am watching a young version of Nero in her first days as Emperor... I will have great joy teaching you about Rulership." She spoke, reaching a hand around Sieg's shoulders to rest on it and turn him so that they would walk the same direction. "Now, as for what I need. You probably know that we have a Grail War that just started, and one of our Servants doesn't have a good master and is threatening to disappear from this world without even having been fought against. So we need a Transfer of Command Seals. You will become the new master of our Rider and fight with your servant to assure victory in this Grail War. That is the price to pay for your people."
"I understand. What is the purpose of this war?"
The woman chuckled out audibly before she pat Sieg's shoulder slightly. "The Holy Grail. An omnipotent wish-granter who shall fulfill any one desire the winner of this War has. Win it for me, allow me to get my wish granted and you will have anything you want as exchange."
"I understand fully. Thank you..." Sieg responded before his eyes turned to the large gate that lead into the throne room. "Where can I find Rider, and how do I perform the Command Seal transfer?"
"Oh that is why I am coming with you. You see, transfering Command Seals is a bit... tricky. Come, we don't have much time."
The two of them then walked along a few hallways, taking turns around corners and going down the stairs at the large entrance area to reach the ground floor's halls, where most of the dormitries resided, and Sieg followed the woman's pathing up until they got to a large dorm room.
"Here we go..." The woman exclaimed and opened the door to get inside.
"Where the hell am I?..." Shirou asked himself as he glanced around
Artoria, having laid herself to rest to sleep through the night after she and Shirou went to find themselves a small place to stay. Kotomine told them that all the Master's temporary housing had been secured and their servants could sleep with them if they wished, and the couple took the opportunity to have a room for just the two of them. Now, they were resting in one another's arms, dreaming, but Artoria, much like with the last Grail War, dreamed of Shirou's memories. But this one was strange.
In it, Shirou looked almost like he did just now, but with the exception of his eyes being their usual brown rather than blood red.
Shirou continued to walk along, using the flashlight to keep his path illuminated and to see what was before him. After he descended the circular and narrow stairs which emerged from what could only be described as his Blood Tribute, he found himself in yet another pathway to follow. His walk was not long, however, as he arrived in yet another wide hall. But this one wasn't as empty as the previous one. Several small podiums placed within it, 8 to be precise, forming a circle. In the center area of the 8 short pillars was a symbolic circle drawn. The Lines were cavings within the floor and the very center area of the symbolic circle had a small hole in it.
"Another Blood Ritual..." Shirou stated almost knowingly before he moved his injured hand, which still didn't heal, towards the edge of the circle and let the blood drop inside of it. It began to flow along the lines, filling the circle up entirely until it reached the center hole. When it did, this room's torches suddenly all lit up. "Another Ritual it seems... I need a way to break out of this. I dread to find out how this ends." He monologued to himself, reminding himself that this was some form of foreign influence making him do this.
As the Torches finished lighting up, Shirou got a good look at the room. It was a trophy room from the looks of it. Many displays of stone-carved mannequins with unique armor on them, no two having the very same model. And all the Armors were flashy and unique. Shirou, pretty much on autopilot from being so used to it, scanned the compounds of the Armors and memorized them all for his Projection in almost an instant. All except one. A golden piece of armor that stood at the symmetric center of the furthermost apart wall. It was a complete armor set, chest area, arms, legs. some rather massive shoulderguards. Just no helmet.
And it was very flashily designed. Being seemingly out of a golden amterial with blue stripes following along the chest plate and the arm guards, with some signs on the crotch plate that Shirou had no idea what they meant. But all he knew is that this Armor was something he couldn't analyze. He could not replicate it, which meant it had to be something like Ea, if memory serves him right. A relic of the Divine, something projection, a tool for mortal re-creation, was unable to make.
But for some reason, this armor felt... familiar. And not because of that accursed mental influence that forbid him from walking away. No it felt familiar in an entirely different sense. As if he had seen it before. He just didn't know where...
"At last, a Mortal descends into my domain..."
That was all Shirou heard before he suddenly blacked out.
Artoria woke up after the blackout in her dream of Shirou. "What was that... did Shirou... stumble upon something?" She asked herself as she turned her head upwards to see the man in question in a deep sleep, her head rested against his exposed chest. Despite her now being a bit taller, she was still positioned as if she was a whole head shorter than him.
While everyone else was resting, Kotomine had remained in the Church and was in the middle of reading another verse when he heard the gates to the Church open up and Assassin of Red enter.
"You are up very early." Kotomine commented, keeping his usual, unwavered smile.
"You're one to talk. You never even went to sleep." Semiramis countered while she slowly approached the Priest, stepping closer until they were within arm's reach of one another. "We have to advance our plans prematurely. Ruler is on their way here."
"Ruler?" Kotomine hummed before he closed his bible and put it back on the nearest table before turning towards Assassin of Red. "They will be here to oversee this Grail War. As such, she is going to try and be as neutral as she can. This could interfere with our plans."
"That is my worry. We must act quickly if we are to secure a contingency plan incase they try to oppose us."
Kotomine only smirked slightly to himself before he let out a deep breath. "That is IF they decide to oppose us. We will first try to invite them into our cause. Who knows, maybe Ruler will agree with it."
"You sound like you have it all thought out."
Kotomine only nodded slightly. "I do. There is only one variable that truly threatens our plan to save humanity."
"Emiya Shirou..." Semiramis mumbled, her eyes shooting down to the floor and a hand went up to her chin. "He is an anomaly. His Ideology resembles yours but at the same time, he is your antithesis in every sense of the word. We know for sure that he will oppose you if he ever gets wind of our plans. We must act quickly if we are to dispose of him. But if we do it ourselves, it might only shed more light into the cause, negative light that will spark more opposition. It has to look natural. It has to be when he is fighting the enemy."
"You really are an Assassin, Semiramis." Kotomine commented with a nervous smile on his face, laughing awkwardly after he spoke.
Semiramis just pouted slightly before she crossed her arms and sighed. "Assemble everyone. We are going into the offense earlier than planned. I take it you have gotten the Command Seals from the other Masters already?"
"I have. I will issue the order immediately, thought I will do it at different times for the others or else they will know."
With his final response given, Semiramis only nodded her head and turned around to leave the Church again, stopping before the door once to speak. "I have great faith in you, Kotomine. So be careful. Emiya Shirou has already won one Grail War. He has the biggest chance to win again by experience."
Kotomine's smile remained steady, but to anyone who knew him, it was evident that he was serious, that he took her warning by consideration without shrugging it off as an empty worry. And that was because Kotomine knew that she was right. He understood better than anyone that there is nothing that can defeat sheer force of will of such scale, it was what drove him as far as it did. "Emiya Shirou..." he mused to himself. "My Antithesis... my greatest archenemy. What Irony, that my strongest opponent is the one who can understand me the most..."
Meanwhile, at Castle Yggdmillennia, the Throne Room was booming with life as all 7 Servants had been assembled along with their Masters, being Darnic Prestone, Gordes Musik, Fiore Forvedge, Caules Forvedge, Celenike Icecolle and Roche Frain of the Yggdmillennia Family and the Homonculus Sieg as the last Master.
Together with their Servants, they formed a half-circle around the Throne, which was occupied by their Assassin of Black, the woman who had previously given commands and helped Sieg with the Command Seal transfers.
"Alright. It appears that we are all ready. I have Intel from our Spy that the Red Faction plans to advance on us within 24 hours. We shall intercept them prematurely. We will move out now, using Yggdmillennia's supply of modern vehicles. Our goal is to meet them before they leave Sighisoara. Should this fail, we will meet them at the plains in the middle between our city and theirs. Everyone knows what they have to do and who to fight."
The other Servants and Masters all spoke "YES MA'AM!" In unison before she got up from the throne and waved at their Lancer, a tall and muscular male who only wore black underwear on himself and had golden armguards on himself, his right hand gripping a Spear while his left hand held a large, golden, round shield in it. His face being that of a battle-hardened warrior with a joyous expression, which appeared forced due to his weary features. His red, neatly cut hair loosing a few strands that hovered above his eyes.
Lancer of Black ascended to the throne, lifting his spear up before he spoke. "My warriors! The Time has come! I have made my best efforts to prepare you to this task. Our enemy will be Savage, our enemy will not play fair! They believe us to be villains, servants of evil because the Mage Association has told them so! But speak with me, my warriors! What evil is worse than a slave to a blind cause?! Is it not them who are the villains!?" As he spoke, he hit his shield with his spear and it caught fire, the flames tracing along the red marks on it to form a peculiar shape. "IS IT NOT THEM WHO NEED THEIR EYES OPENED TO THE TRUE VILLAINY IN THEIR MIDS!? GO, MY WARRIORS! GO AND STRIKE THEM DOWN WITHOUT MERCY!"
The Servants, even those who were mopey and not at all the type to celebrate, rose their fists into the air and cheered. The Masters were clapping, impressed and feeling very motivated now. Their Valor at an all-time high. They all felt like they could win the whole Grail War by themselves.
"A Servant's Charisma is an astounding skill, I have to say" Fiore spoke while giggling lightly to herself, returning her hands to the wheelchair's armrests after covering her mouth.
"It sure is. His speech was rather basic, but somehow I feel like I could lift a mountain with a single hand!" Caules responded, a proud smile on his face as he pushed Fiore's wheelchair along towards the Exit. "Even Archer looks to be motivated, and I was convinced that he would just lay down and fall asleep."
"Now now, brother. Archer is a good person. He is just tired of war. He spent his whole life in it and lost his humanity."
Caules let out a small breath and nodded. "Somehow, I feel like you and I know something about humanity."
"That we do, brother. How are you holding up with Berserker?"
"Don't remind me... I have never before seen someone drink this much alcohol and not even be a tinge of drunk... Vikings sure are something else entirely." Caules responded while sweatdropping heavily, much to his sister's amusement. "I think if we can point her to the right direction, she will be fine. But I worry about her Noble Phantasm..."
Fiore's expression went serious as well and she let out a deep sigh. "Its a worry we will face when we get there. As long as she doesn't use it, we have nothing to be afraid of."
"Damn right ya don't, Kiddo!" Suddenly boomed a loud, deep and female voice. Berserker of Black approached them from behind and lifted Caules by the back of his shirt like a little kitten and turned him around to face her.
Berserker of Black was in a pretty typical norse getup. Leather-chestpiece with a fur-cape reaching to just past her rear end. She had a thick leather-belt attaching a small cloth to her hips and rear which hung over leatherpants with some reinforced steel buttons to provide protection. Her Left hand held a single sword in pitch black, covered in blue-ish, dimmly glowing runes and it was completely engulfed in a chain, covering half of the blade's entire surface.
"I told you not to talk about the damn thing." She said, but despite scolding him, she had a savage, happy grin on her face. "The ol' curse won't bring me in. It failed to do so in life, and it will fail again in this war. Now I don't wanna have to scold you about it again."
Her Hand was suddenly slapped by the barrel of a large Sniper, aimed straight at her face. This weapon belonged to none other than Archer of Black, who wore a typical military uniform in white, meant for camouflage within snowy regions. His face was covered by a scarf going up to his nose around his face and a furhat to cover his hair.
"Berserker, how many times do I have to tell you not to pick your Master up like this? As our commanding officer, he demands respect from us."
"Shut yer lil soldier mouth, descendant!" Berserker countered.
This was followed by her and Archer butting heads into one another in a comical manner, looking bloodthirsty at one another.
"That's rich coming from you, ancient hag."
"Bring it, babyboy!"
"ENOUGH!" Lancer of Black suddenly interjected. "You two need to learn to get along! Our Enemy will use this feud to rile you up against one another otherwise. If you still have beef after that, settle it on your own to your hearts content. But for now, you have other targets! So Settle your feud when the time comes!"
Berserker of Black and Archer of Black both retreated, Berserker with letting Caules go and Archer by removing his weapon from aiming it at Berserker's face.
Lancer of Black gave an approving grin before he roared his command. "Now then. We move out at once!"
"I can see Sighisoara from here!" A Blonde, young woman exclaimed from the passenger seat of a car, pointing at the small city that was just behind the hill.
"Then it means we have arrived. Save travels, young girl!" A very elderly male voice spoke, stopping at the side of the road.
Ruler, due to having been summoned quite a bit away from her destination and into Laeticia's body, had to make her way to the target location the old-fashioned way, and luckily found someone who would help her along the way. An elderly man had driven by the road on his pickup and noticed Jeanne walking on her own, so help was offered which Jeanne graciously took.
"You be safe too, and enjoy a good life." She returned the goodbye to the elderly, who just smiled contemptly before he drove off after Jeanne exited the car.
She sighed out for a moment before she glanced over at the hill's descend and to Sighisoara. "I have a bad feeling about this..."
And this makes Chapter 3. If you have questions, as always, be free to leave them behind. I am very welcome of criticism, so no filters on it please :D
R&R please and I will see you later!