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Sunrise. The coming of a new day and the finalized end of the previous one. A new start for some, a continuation for others.

And for Mordred? An annoyance.

Mordred watched the sun rise into the distant horizon, covering her eyes for a moment as the rays hit her face head on through the window. She got up from the bed she had laid in, tossing the blanket aside and picking up the clothes she got yesterday, putting them on before she headed out of the room. Today was the day she would supposedly be having her tumor looked at by Caster of Black, but since he has been so secretive about the whole ordeal, she had no idea what was going to happen, only that she has to meet him at the main entrance hall of the Castle. And so, she made her way to the destination, albeit very grumpily because she hated being in the dark with information. When she arrived, Gwydion was already waiting for her, arms crossed.

"What took you so long?" The Sorcerer asked, much to Mordred's displeasure, who turned her head to a rather very large clock hanging against one of the walls to confirm she was actually 15 minutes early, simply pointing at it, which Gwydion registered and nodded. "Alright, alright, fair point. Now, come with me. We are going to the catacombs below."

"What? You mean where they are currently holding the Grail?"

"Yes." Gwydion confirmed simplistically before he waved her to follow, and lead the way. The path was simple at first, leading to one of the backsides of the building and to an older section of the Castle's structure, arriving at a large pair of stairs leading downwards for a long path.

As they followed it, Mordred crossed her arms and threw a frustrated glare. "Are you going to tell me what we are about to do to me? For all I know, you are some creepy predator who is luring a young, defenseless woman into a trap."

Gwydion had to scoff in offense as she assumed such a demonic intention behind his actions and he sharply turned to face her as they kept walking. "By all means, no. I wouldn't use such cheap trickery like an isolated room where no one can hear your screams. I would, if anything, disguise myself as your kinda guy and make you want this yourself before going all 'haha, it's me!' and laugh at you."

"You really are the worst kind of scumbag." Mordred fired back as she saw Gwydion being proud of his own train of thought.

"Naturally. Ho welsh hero is a pure soul, we all suck, but you should know that since welsh are a part of your britain so in essense, you guys suck too."

Mordred materialized Clarent in her arm and grit her teeth at him while making an expression of pure, venomous anger. "I will chop your nuts off and spoonfeed them to you if you keep poking fun at me!"

"Huff, that's excessively brutal AND proves my point. Anyway, we are here."

With his words spoken, Mordred focused for a moment to look around, and indeed. The Stairs were now starting to open widely and reveal a massive, empty cave, supported by pillars every dozen meters apart from each others, and in the middle of it was the Great Holy Grail, radiating its faint, golden light from the open spots in its construction. Mordred had to whistle out at the sight. "Well damn. This little cavity alone is bigger than the whole castle you got above."

"That is because it is used for most of the Yggdmillennia's... less ethical experiments. Such as those." Gwydion stated and pointed to his right at a further away corner of the massive roomage, where one could see a few tanks with early-stage Homonculi.

"What the... are those?"

"Indeed. They are the prototypes of a new serie of Homonculi that the Yggdmillennia has been trying to re-create ever since Sieg, but without success. He remains the only specimen of his type."

"That's messed up, even for you guys."

"Hear hear, something Mordred Pendragon and I, Gwydion Fab Don, finally agree on."

"Don't make me regret that." The Blonde responded while they finished descending the stairs.

Gwydion then lead the way towards the Grail, by which they saw one Roland, Saber of Red, standing before it, Durindal drawn and at the ready.

"Why is she here?"

"Because..." Gwydion started, waiting with intentional dramatic pause as he walked closer. "You are going to be fighting her to the death."

"...huh?" Mordred responded with. "You want me to, what now? Fight to the death? In my current condition? Didn't you say I can't produce any Mana nor regenerate any wounds?"

"That I did. And I will tell you why. But first... Assassin, please stop hiding behind that pillar and come out."

On command, Assassin of Black let out a deep sigh and shook her head as she came around the corner, waving her hair back. "hmpf, you really are a killjoy, Gwydion."

When Assassin of Black stood before them, Berserker of Black also arrived from around the corner of one of the pillars, and together, the four servants circled around Mordred, which caused her to feel defensive. "What the... don't tell me this is actually a trap."

"Afraid not. But it might as well be." Gwydion said before he reached into his stereotypical wizard's coat and pflucked the rose from his chest, grunting out in pain before he lifted it up. "Heareth my plea of peace, guardians of the gate, for I come with my duties abandoned, and my my heart and arms open to the lord. I seeketh naught but love, and I reject all but myself and God. Open, Open the gates and grant passage to the utopia of man." When Gwydion finished his short chant, he dropped the Rose, which very gently swayed left to right as it floated to the ground. The moment it touched it, however, suddenly a blinding light engulfed the five servants, which resulted in Mordred covering her eyes while her world became sucked in into a pure white.

When she opened her eyes again and lowered her arm, she suddenly found herself inside what can only be described as a massive flower hill. The sight was beyond beautiful, flowers and plants of all types growing in harmony, soft breezes causing light rustles in the leafs of distant trees who bore fruits. Animals of all types, birds, cats, reptiles, canines, monkeys, amphibians and various types of insects, arachnides and butterflies all seemed to exist in harmony, none hunting the other, none bothering one another. As the Servants entered this space, some of the foxes casually ran up and circled around Mordred before sitting down and demanding pats from her, evident by their puppy eyes.

Mordred bent down to reach her hand out and pet the foxes while she glanced around. "Where... are we? Is this a Reality Marble?"

"Indeed it is." Gwydion explained before he waved at the other animals, and they all suddenly ran off, even the foxes that Mordred had pat, running as far away from the team of servants as possible. "This is my one-time only use Noble Phantasm. The Origin of all flowers and all plantlife on earth. Here is where I found the Mother-Bloom, the first rose to ever grow out of the earth, planted by the Earth Mother Goddess Gaia (Not to be confused with Gaia, the World's own will of survival). This is where all life originated during the age of Genesis. The Origin of Flowers, my final Noble Phantasm created by uniting all the flowers into this Garden. Welcome, Mordred Pendragon, to the Garden of Eden. Or, a re-creation of it based on memory and the accumulation of Mistery."

"You're kidding, right?" Mordred responded as she glanced around some more. But the more she looked, the less she found anything to dispute it. Such harmony of nature itself could only be it. "So it is a close replica of it, but not quite the real thing?"

"Yeah, I never got to make the real thing. Turns out no matter how much time you spend on it, a human can't recreate an Authority. Or well, I never could, despite trying. But, now that you are here, we can begin." Gwydion stated before he stepped back a bit and waved at Assassin of Black, who nodded and took the lead for the explanation.

"As you already know, you have a Tumor in you, created by a mass of mana mutating your physique. Now, originally we had a thesis about it, and with we I mean I, that the mass in your chest was your body subconsciously creating a defense-mechanism in the event that your Spirit Core should break."

"Ha?" Mordred could only respond, feeling extremely confused by all the fancy talk.

"Your body created the Tumor so you would have some actual flesh on you, be more than just a materialized Soul, as all Servants and Heroic Spirits are when summoned. To oversimplify it as much as possible, you subconsciously turned yourself into a Pseudo-servant. Your Body has begun gradually growing to be human."

"Wait... so... I am Reincarnating by myself?" Mordred questioned to be sure. When Assassin nodded her head, Mordred had to move a hand to her face and wave some hair off, scratching herself for a moment as she thought. "But isn't that pretty much impossible without something like the Grail making it happen?"

"Yes, you are right." Assassin confirmed. "That is why, originally, we dismissed this thesis because it shouldn't be possible. But for some reason, it happened. And I have by now made a new theory that your physical manifestation is a side effect, and not the intended cause. Something else was happening with this Tumor that as a by-product began to materialize actual human cells within you to gradually turn your body into a human. Roland?"

"Alright..." Saber of Red responded as she took over, Assassin stepping back. "Do me a favor and answer these few questions as truthfully as possible, Mordred Pendragon." She demanded, to which the Blonde just nodded in agreement, thought looking suspiciously at Roland. "Who's child are you?"

"Huh?"

"Don't be dense and answer the question." The Knightess pressed, causing Mordred to narrow her eyes.

"I am a the child of Artoria Pendragon, known as King Arthur of Camelot."

"And...?"

"And what?"

Roland just let out a very loud sigh before she responded. "Parthenogenesis is not possible in humans, so unless your dad is a Fish, you are going to be having a mother, as well."

Mordred seemed very aggravated and pissed at the insinuation, but reluctantly obeyed. "My... my mother is... ugh, do I really have to say it?"

"Damn right you do."

"Morgan le Fay, the dark mage of Britain and biological older sister to Artoria Pendragon, first born to Uther Pendragon." In light of this response, Berserker of Black let out a snorting laugh, holding her belly with her left hand, which caused Mordred to snap towards her. "The fuck you laughing at!?"

"Ohohohoh!" Hervor continued before she shook her head. "Oh no, this ain't real. Mordred Pendragon isn't just a bastard child, she's an INCEST BASTARD CHILD!"

Mordred just whipped out Clarent and was ready to attack Berserker of Black without a moment's notice, but was stopped by Roland. "Second question. Have you ever, in your entire life, practiced magic or magecraft?"

Mordred was hesitant to ignore Berserker of Black in light of the humiliation, but she receeded, lowering Clarent. "No. Never. I never tried, I never wanted to. I wanted to be a knight and king, I couldn't imagine, let alone affort being a sorcerer."

"Fair." Roland responded before letting Mordred's swordarm go. "Did you decide not to practice magic by choice or are you unable to?"

"I... Hm, I never actually..." Mordred spoke, stopping mid-sentence as it started to hit her. Her Anger put aside, her genius began to shine once again as the thoughts flooded her brain and she put the pieces together. "I see... I see it all now." She spoke, turning to Assassin again. "So you think... that I accidentally tapped into my mother's side, my magical half in me, when I was trying to break out of Assassin of Red's makeshift-prison, and that has caused my Tumor...?"

Gwydion had to actually let out a whistle and even clapped to demonstrate how impressed he is. "You figured that out pretty damn fast on your own. But yes, that is our thesis at hand. However, since Mordred Pendragon was never known as a sorcerer anyhow, this you shouldn't be able to perform such a feat... unless..."

"Unless the Tumor isn't actually a Tumor in itself, but a byproduct of me accessing the Abilities of a version of Mordred Pendragon, a different Servant-variant, who CAN use magic... this Tumor is a second Spirit Core!"

"Bingo" Assassin responded as she heard Mordreds response. "That Tumor is your body, your being as a Servant, having summoned a fragment of a Second Servant, a second Mordred Pendragon and the Spirit Cores failing to merge, thus the second one that was called manifested itself as a physical clump so that your body doesn't suffer a catastrophic implosion."

"Whoa..." Mordred whispered before she reached for her forehead with one hand, pushing her hair up in a typical gesture of 'I don't believe it'. "This is... trippy... like the entire lore of Shiva levels of trippy..."

"We know." Roland responded before she, too, took distance, and so did Berserker of Red. "Which is why you are here. We have 2 options on how to engage this. One: We grow the Tumor, we let it reproduce all the cells in your body and fully reincarnate you as you were during your original lifetime. Or Two: We break the Tumor and your Spirit Core and forcefully kill you many times over to push your Mind, Body and Soul to their absolute limits, forcing a flawless merging and creating the ultimate Mordred Pendragon, born from a Sorcerer and a Knight. The two halves completed, and a being made that transcends the human limitations as a result."

"That is even more trippy... but I assume you all being here, now, means you are choosing option 2 without even consulting me, right?"

"Clever girl." Gwydion condescendingly complimented and clapped again. "Indeed. The end-product of what you will become is what we might need to beat Nanna when the time comes. A humanized Mordred Pendragon is much easier to kill and more subseptible to the human limitations such as Hunger, Fatigue, and death by an overwhelming amount of lesser wounds. We can't allow this to happen, all things considered, so... no human Mordred."

"Keh..." Mordred spit out before she got into a battle stance, holding Clarent ready and materializing her own Armor. "So I am going to be fighting 1v4? How are you going to make this happen if you are going to so clearly and easily kill me."

"Did you not hear what I said earlier, Mordred?" Gwydion chimed in, causing the Blonde to turn towards him. "We are in a very close replica of the Garden of Eden. Which means, the concept of death does not exist in here. If you die, you are revived in the state as you were when you first entered. Paradise knows no loss, and no despair. So don't worry, we can kill you an absolute plethora of amounts without fearing any consequence."

"Man, you are more and more broken every time you make an appearance, Gwydion."

"Quite so. But you also didn't listen well at the beginning. The one you are going to actively fight is Roland over there." He said while pointing at Saber of Red. "Well, her and Berserker of Black, who we can safely reveal to be Hervor, wielder of Tyrfing. Me and Assassin will just give support to the occasion, with her creating the conditions necessary to break and repair your body in the speed we need it, while I focus all my power on maintaining this Reality Marble-"

"Wait a second." Mordred interjected. "But if we fight in here, and take too long, what if the asshole god comes down and we miss it?"

"Don't worry about that. I told you, didn't I? Eden knows no loss or despair. It was created as a flawless and sublime space for all living beings to live during Genesis, it is paradise in all of its interpretations, including the length of Joy. Time in here works differently than time in the real world. One hour in the real world is... close to 1 year in here. 362 days, 17 hours, 44 minutes and 12 seconds in this Reality Marble per one hour in the real world, to be precise."

"What the hell... automatic, permanent revives and a massively slowed concept of time... this place is the wet dream of any torturer..."

"PFFFF" Gwydion suddenly bursted out in a devious set of laughters as Mordred made that comment, and Hervor joined him in due to Mordred's choice of words at the end. It was all in all a pretty comical sight hardly anyone could take serious.

"Alright, well, there is just one thing left then..." Assassin said as she stepped back further, much further than the other three. "Set the stage" She finished her sentence, and as she did, a strong shockwave suddenly burst out. Right afterwards, all the plants began to die off and Mordred suddenly coughed up a large amount of blood, her eyes turning red from tiny veins popping all over her eyeball, her arteries and veins all over her body bulging and tearing, causing a catastrophic amount of cuts to rain all over Mordred's body, followed by her collapsing and dying in a matter of seconds.

Then, a few seconds after that, she suddenly took a deep breath in and screamed from the pain, only to notice that there was none. She took her left gauntlet off in a hurry and saw that her skin was fine. She was fine. "W-what..."

"See? Told you you can't die in here." Gwydion spoke with a shit-eating grin on his face. "If you do, you are revived seconds into it."

"What... was that..."

"That was my Noble Phantasm, Golden Shot: All the world's lethality and death." Assassin of Black responded before she moved her hands up to cross them over her chest. "I suppose I should explain who I am so you understand what I just did to you. My True Name is Locusta of Gaul, one of Nero's best friends in life and a professional assassin and Poisoner as well as a dedicated chemist and gardener. Having devised over a thousand poisons and discovered a few that were unknown before my time, I am hailed as the Queen Supreme of all of the worlds Toxins. My Noble Phantasm is a conceptual Ability of mine, embodying the legend that I am able to kill anything using anything as a toxic substance, in essense 'make things toxic to people'. I can manipulate your body's recognition of the 'Lethal Dose' of anything that exists."

"W...what?" Mordred mumbled, shocked at what she heard as she get up.

"To give an example... if you were to eat a high enough amount of apples in a set amount of time, you would die because you ingested a 'Lethal Dose' of apples. Now, the amount of Apples you have to eat to effectively die from them by poisoning is extremely high. My Noble Phantasm meddles with that number and can increase or reduce it to anything I choose. So much so that I can set your body's 'Lethal Dose to Apples' so low that a single sniff will kill you 7 times over. It is similar to Assassin of Red, Semiramis' Sikera Usum, but it is also different. Semiramis simply turns anything within range into Poison. Poison can be resisted, it can be survived, it can even just be endured by sheer force of will. However, I turn anything lethal. That cannot be resisted. An instant-death Anti-Personnel Noble Phantasm that allows me to make anything in existence inexceptionally lethal to any person I choose, up to a certain maximum number of course, or else this might be an Anti-nation Noble Phantasm otherwise. And right now, I am making the amount of Carbon within the normal breathing air so toxic to you that it equates swallowing a whole bottle of concentrated Curare."

Once Assassin of Black, now introduced as Locusta of Gaul, was done speaking, she snapped her fingers, and Mordred began to violently choke, coughing out blood once again and suffering a very catastrophic and severe lung collapse that caused her to suffocate in her own blood, dying in a very quick, ugly and extraordinarily painful manner for the second time already.

And just as before, in a matter of seconds, she was perfectly fine and breathing again, getting up on her feet and glancing at Assassin of Black with terror in her eyes. Mordred had never encountered an enemy so overwhelmingly advantaged against her, and it terrified her. It was her first instance of feeling true fear, and so, unknowing to what to do, she roared out and lashed out with a Mana Burst, thought a weak and unstable one due to her body's inability to reproduce mana, which Roland easily blocked with her own sword.

"Now then..." Locusta began and clapped her hands together to expose Mordred to a new level of lethality. "We have a few dozen decades in here, and we will suffer no breaks or interruptions. My allies: KILL FOR ALL ETERNITY!"

While everything was going down in the Catacombs, Sieg let out a small yawn as he got up due to the sun beaming in his face from the angle it hit his window. At first, he tried to ignore it, then he tried to cover his face with the blanket but by then it was already too late and he was awake, so he sighed out and reached with his hands out to the sides of his body to lift himself up, but... his left hand felt something. Something squishy, something soft.

"Oh no... oh nononono, please don't be what I think it is!" He thought to himself and slowly turned his head around to the left side and the other half of the bed.

And he could swear his soul left his body at that moment.

Because Jeanne D'Arc was laying next to him, in just a night gown.

And he just accidentally groped her.

And it didn't stop there. He doesn't remember having gotten into bed with her, at all. Last he remembered after they got back to the Castle, Jeanne thanked him for the dinner, kissed his cheek and they went to bed. "So when the hell... RIDER!" He cursed, assuming that Astolfo did this.

But his thoughts could wait. They had no choice to, because Jeanne was waking up... and she noticed his hand on her chest.

The reaction was obvious.

A scream. A goddamn, ear breaking, waking-everyone-in-the-whole-castle-up type of scream.

"I-I-I-I-I AM SORRY!" Sieg desperatedly apologized, getting off the bed and bowing his head down.

Just as he did so, the door to his room burst open and a furious Semiramis came in. "WHAT IS IT, JEANNE? WHO IS HURTING YOU!?" She asked loudly, but then she saw Sieg bowing on the ground and a pretty much half-naked Jeanne on the bed, covering herself and having the most flustered expression that was even possible, and she seemingly counted 2 and 2 together. "So... you get chummy with her for one night, and now you show yourself as a wolf?" She spoke with an incredibly threatening voice, whipping out a dagger from seemingly nowhere, her eyes beaming for murder as she stared Sieg down.

"Wait! Hear me out! Me and Jeanne went to bed separatedly! She wasn't in my room, nor I in hers!" Sieg spoke, having a comical-crying face on himself in the process, praying to any gods for mercy in the back of his head.

This caused Semiramis to pull the brakes in her mind for a moment. "Oh, that the truth?" She asked, turning to Jeanne for an answer.

The Saintess subdued her embarassment for a second before she nodded. "I-it is... I don't know h-how I got here... Why can't I remember? I am very sure neither me nor Sieg drank anything..."

Sieg nodded desperatedly to agree with Jeanne and show Semiramis that he told the truth.

Semiramis' eyebrows cocked up. "Hm... well, if you didn't smuggle her into your bed, and neither she nor you were drunk enough to get to it and forget... then the only logical explanation is that someone else put... her in..."

This caused all three of them to suddenly get furious and roar one name from the top of their lungs.

"AAAAASTOOOOOOLFOOOOOOOOOO!"

Meanwhile, in the lounge of the Yggdmillennia Castle, Amakusa Shirou was having some tea with Fiore and Gordes, a joint good morning of no particular occasion, or so it should at least seem.

Gordes, who finished up with his tea, silently left to attend to his own daily dealings. Ever since he came back, due to the situation at hand, Darnic allowed him to be back in the Yggdmillennia family. Gordes and Darnic then had a very lengthy discussion about the background of the desertion, which wasn't over yesterday, so Gordes was on his way to see if Darnic was awake and resume their conversation, thus leaving Fiore and Amakusa alone in the Lounge.

"Thanks for that thing last night, Priest." Fiore then spoke as she took a sip, giving him a knowing wink.

Amakusa just snickered lightly and shook his head. "Pray that none of them find out I helped you... Semiramis would have my hands on the chopping block."

"Gotta say, I never expected you to be onboard with something like this." Fiore spoke further. "I mean, you are so sincere and honest. Who would have thought you could enjoy a prank as good as putting the Saint in the bed of the Homonculus."

"Well, me and her are always going to remain Enemies, from the looks of it. I am not above a little joke at her express expense, I may be a Priest, but I am by all means not a pure and holy soul."

The two of them then shared a little laugh as they continued to drink.

"Since you don't want Semiramis finding out, you do know that this gives me leverage over you, right?"

The snow-haired Shirou just gently set his cup down once it was empty and confidently smirked. "You wouldn't dare."

"No, you're right. Having you as an accomplice has to be an ongoing thing, so betraying you like this would only hinder my mischief." Fiore responded, smugly smirking and giving a little devilish giggle to herself.

"You surprise me too, Fiore. Who would know that you of all people can be such a villain."

Fiore set her own cup down and rolled her wheelchair back from the table, turning it around in order to drive it towards the door. "Everyone is a villain if they get a chance, Sir Shirou. I am just more harmless than most, and you should be thankful for that~" She responded, then exited the room, leaving the Priest by himself.

Alright! Another chapter nailed.

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