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Should I use the –san, –kun and such? They are in Japan, no?
I will try it in this chapter for the moment.
I made a mistake last chapter. Title "Mad Summoner" fixed:
*Mad Summoner: Given when Chaotic Spawner reaches highest level. Increase 30% power for summoned with Madness status, when attacking summoner increases to 50% power.
I also alter the time the Servants got summoned a bit for convenient sake. Nothing major.
I feel like my writing speed has been decreased.
Just put this here.
"Speech."
Though.
"Radio, Tv, ect…"
["Telepathy and [Message] in the head."]
[Skills, Titles and Items.]
Race and Job Class.
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### Fuyuki city ###
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A woman was wandering in an alleyway amidst the city in the dead of the night.
She was garbed in crimson purple robe under a black cloak. Her head was cover buy a decorated black hood, only the lower half of her face and a part of her long light blue hair could be seen.
At the time, no one was seen in the street. The hour wasn't late but people was sleeping. The habitants of the night came crawling out.
She was not one of those who crawled in the night. She was trying to get away from such things.
Hissing noises come from somewhere behind her. Without a look behind, she ran out of the alleyway and got into another one.
Her breathing became erratic. She was no doubt stronger that these creatures but her situation didn't allow for prolong battle that required a lot of mana.
She was a Servant without a master, her mana was limited and she had already used quite a lots of it against these things.
Without a master she would soon ran out of mana and vanished. Or she would encounter with another Servant and get killed without much of a fight.
Was she summoned just to be trample on like that. Her face through the shadowy hood was filled with sorrowful tears, tear of frustration at the world and at herself.
She was summoned a few day ago by a man named Atrum Galliasta as a Caster. The man made her stomach revolted.
He was a third rate magus in her eyes. Self-center and cowardly with an inferior complex. He dreamed of victory but had no will to fight and wished to simply wait for the other combatants to kill each other.
After summoning her, he treated her coldly due to being inferior to her as a magus, limiting her magical energy to a level below his own, and insulting her for being inferior to the other Servants.
She gave up on obtaining victory with him within a few days, played the part of an obedient Servant to fill her Master's ego, placating him to have him spend his Command Spells on "meaningless things". She destroyed his sickening workshop and freed the children that Atrum had planned to sacrifice.
After the final command spell was used to order her to kill herself without succeed. She had broken their contract by using Rule Breaker on herself beforehand.
She showed him an illusion of the labyrinth with murals depicting her legend, berated him and then killed him by immolation.
She had left the mansion and lamented that she would disappear without accomplice anything, but she had encountered something in the city and was now running away from them.
The apostles was running inside the city as if it was their house.
These vampires was an annoyance to her. As powerful as she was, she couldn't eliminate them all. Why were there so many apostles in the city?
If right now a Servant found her, she would be finished.
"Ha ha, found you!"
A vampire jumped down from the roof top of the building behind her. The thing attacked her right away with its extended claws.
The claws were sharp and long, glittering in the moonlight. The vampire was a lanky man but very strong for his build.
She evaded it in the neat of time but was cornered into a dead end.
Her mana was low enough to make her nearly disappeared, self-defense was all she could do at the moment. Even a simple attack would deplete her of all her mana and consequently make her disappear.
When the creature planned to attack again, a golden and white blur swept by and there was nothing left of the thing. She could only hear a yelp and crunching of breaking bones resounding behind the corner of the building.
"What was that?"
She was perplex by the spectacle and on guard immediately.
Whatever just took out the vampire was fast, and strong. It was imperceptible for her.
If that was a Servant then she had no hope of getting out of here alive.
Then she heard footsteps, very light and quiet steps.
Her tension grew higher and higher until the presence was near the corner of the wall.
Gripping her staff tightly, she prepared for her final confrontation, she would never go down without a fight.
The menacing aura she was imaging stepped out of the corner and spoke.
"Woof!"
A medium size golden dog with white underside made its entrance before her liked no one business.
The dog was cute in her eyes but she was busy trembling in false anticipation and felt a bit shameful for her own shortcoming.
Babbling to form words in her mouth, she mustered.
"A d-dog?"
She slightly relaxed her posture and looked around to find the one that had just attacked the vampire.
"Onee-san, are you ok? You are wounded."
The voice of an innocent young boy startled her greatly.
How could she not? It came from the direction of the dog.
She turned around quickly but there was no one there. Only the dog now was sitting on its hind legs looking at her with a tilted head.
Spread out her mana, she couldn't sense anyone else in the area but the dog. The place was rather silent.
"What's wrong? Why are you paling?"
The dog just talked!
Now that she concentrated her sense on it, she felt like drowning in a ferocious river during a storm. The amount of raw power and energy was massive in size and denser than a dragon.
Was it a phantasmal being? A Divine Beast? Why was it here?
Caster's mind was running at full speed trying to reason its presence in the city. Her effort was futile, the dog was here every days after all.
"Hey, hey! Are you listening?"
The dog asked again. She gathered her wit and asked back.
"Y-You! What are you? What did you do?"
"Ah, you speak! I am Levia. I am hunting? I don't know, I was just playing around and saw them."
"Why did you save me?"
"This city is my territory, master said I should squish those suckers if they come here?"
The dog had a strange way of speaking. It spoke and asked itself at the same time, all the while tilting its head left and right.
Caster felt a bit relieve. At least it didn't seem to be hostile.
She noticed it mention a master, she wanted to ask but didn't dare. Even though it wasn't hostile, she wouldn't test her luck with such a being when she didn't have the mean to escape.
"So onee-san, are you ok? You look bad."
The dog stood up and approached her, she backed up a bit but steadied herself right after. What could she even do if it decided to attack her anyway?
This maybe a chance for me to remain here.
Mustered up some courage, she asked the dog.
"No, I am hurt. Please help me."
She had taken a huge risk in asking that. The dog could help her somehow or outright kill her, she wouldn't know.
She would disappear at this rate anyway, better get kill by an existence like this than by a Servant or those vermin vampire.
The dog stopped to look at her again. That made her nervous.
"Hmm, what should I do? I don't know healing magic and not allowed to give out potion."
She must admitted that the dog look cute thinking hard like that, she loved cute things. But remembering how scarily strong it is when she probed it earlier, she quickly concentrated back on thing.
"I-I will disappear if my mana don't get refilled soon."
"I can't help you then, I am not that good at magic stuff."
Hearing that, she felt like all hope was gone.
So, this is how it is. A fitting end for someone like me I guess.
"Hey! Don't be so sad! I can't help but my sister is good at magic so maybe she will help you. She helps me all the time."
Her attention returned back to the dog with hopeful look.
There is another dog? What wrong with this place?
Even with rude thought like that, Caster was really glad that she had a chance to survive this war.
"W-Where is she? Please lead me to her?"
"Eh, no. I can't do that, I am on my patrol around the city. Those vampires need to be exterminated, they have invaded my territory after all."
Despair crept its way back on her face again, even with the hood on anyone could tell by her movement.
"Calm down! You can go to her on your own right? My house is just outside of the city, it's the shrine in the south. If you want help, you should go there. Just say my name will do?"
Caster's emotion really made her exhausted, kept going up then down and then up again. But this time she got a lead, a lead to her salvation or damnation she didn't know yet. She would go there regardless, it was better than staying here in the city where Servants and those damn things running about.
"Thank you very much, I will go there then."
"Yeah, you do that. Now I have bugs to squish. Bye!"
With that, the dog disappeared in a blur again. She really couldn't catch even a glimpse of it.
I must get going quickly.
Hearing the screeching sound somewhere far away, she immediately made her way in the shadows of the building out of the city.
The night continued to ring out death screams of unknown creatures, the normal citizens was strangely sleep through all this without a fuss. That was but another mystery in the world.
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Caster had gotten out of the city in one piece. That was some good news for her.
Now she just needed to find the shrine the dog said. Her mana was getting low but still had enough to go without fighting for a day or two.
Moving in the forest with an anticipating heart, she couldn't help but worry about the destination.
The dog was friendly but would his sister be the same.
Laugh mockingly at herself, she shed tears under her hood.
She was a princess once, then that was all taken from her by the gods, they made her kill her own brother and betray her father against her will.
And the man they made her madly fall in love with through mind control had abandoned her when there were no more use of her.
All the sins, all the crimes and deceits, they blamed it all on her, call her a witch.
The innocent girl was made into a tool for the gods and became what they wanted in the end. She was forcefully made to grow up into a cruel and deceitful witch.
But underneath that façade was a frail and weak girl who cried silently inside her heart yearning a place to belong.
Her steps finally took her to the hill where a stair lead up to the top revealed itself.
The hill was not too tall but there was a lot of tree in the side of the stair. There was a standard wooden gate all the Shinto shrine had where the stair began. The stair itself was nothing special, just the normal stones stair you could find anywhere.
Taking a deep breath, she took the first step on the stair, or so she thought.
A high pitch ringing sound resounded in the surrounding, the wind razed the trees top and a pressure of magical nature was pushing her down with increased force by the second.
She recognized immediately that she had just stepped on the barrier of some kind. The master of the barrier must be aware of her right about now.
The strength of the pressure had made her knees trembling for a while now, she would be kill if this kept up.
She quickly shouted out to the top of the stair where she assumed the dog's sister was watching the whole thing.
"P-Please, stop! Levia told me to come here for help!"
The pressure hadn't lifted up but had stopped increasing.
"He saved me back in the city and said that his sister could help me."
Shame? What was left of her pride anyway? At least, she didn't beg for her life. Even if she was a witch without pride, she still couldn't bring herself to beg for her own life. It's better to be dead than be that low.
"Who are you?"
A feminine voice appeared behind her made her want to jump up and face it but couldn't because of the pressure.
She was scared for a moment, the voice had no presence but was there. Caster tried her best to sense the voice but it was futile.
Carefully consider what to reply she spoke up.
"I am a Servant summoned in the Grail War. I am currently without a master so I will disappear soon if no one make a contract with me."
Anxiously waiting for a reply, Caster began to hear footsteps behind her after a while.
"Hmm, interesting. My mistress will like this event."
The pressure lightened up and disappeared, the wind also settled down. Caster quickly turned back and faced the voice.
Before her was a huge white glowing fox with nine tails, it must be a few dozen meters, behind it was an inferno where the forest used to be. She could feel the heat right at her face.
But the scene she just witnessed that made her wanted to scream and run dissipated in a matter of seconds. The forest had returned to normal.
That was an illusion? There was no different at all, even the heat was real too!
Appearing in front of her was an unprecedented beauty, with long silky black hair embracing her enchanting face and black eyes that glittered like jewels of the highest quality embedded in it. An ever gentle smile decorated her perfectly scrupled face. Even if Caster was a girl herself she felt the urge to be next to her, to make her please.
The beauty before her wore a traditional miko outfit at a glance, but with her magic perception she could tell that was no ordinary clothes.
The magic condensed in it was maddening, stronger than even the most powerful divine artifact she had ever seen.
"This is no place for an important talk. Let's get to the shrine. Follow me."
As soon as the miko said that, a portal opened up beside her and she stepped in. The inside was a vortex of darkness making Caster hesitated a bit but she followed through in the end.
As soon as she stepped through the portal, the scenery changed immediately into a front yard of a shrine.
It really is spatial magic.
"Welcome to the Devil's Abode. Come on in, we will talk inside."
The alluring voice of the miko rang out urging Caster to go inside.
Following the beautiful miko to a hallway leading to a big room in the back, they both sat themselves at the table in the middle.
Caster had calm down quite a bit, she now knew for sure that she would not be harm here and the resident held no hostile intention toward her.
The miko woman began to talk first.
"I will introduce myself. My name is Tamako, care taker of this shrine and as you said… the sister of Levia."
She was surprised that Levia's sister was not a dog but a 'human'. A very powerful human, so much stronger than a Servant.
"I… please call me Caster. My name is different but…"
*Chuckle*
"Don't worry, you can tell me later. I understand the circumstance of the Grail War, a little bit maybe."
The everlasting smile on her face brought a sense of safety and easiness, looking at that smile soothed Caster mind greatly.
Even though she hated mature woman, she couldn't bring herself to hate the miko in front of her.
"So, what kind of expectation make you come to this place?"
The soothing alluring voice had a presence of magic imbued in it. It wasn't a spell that was casted to confuse the mind, this was all natural. Tamako radiated magical energy, everything she did automatically woven in her essence.
"A contract, I wish to establish a contract with you. I can see that you are a great magician, my condition is very dire without mana provided. I will help you win the war without fail."
Caster hated gamble like this but today she had gambled quite a lot.
"A Servant contract is it? I don't have anything in particular to gain in this war. Hmm, what should I do?"
Tamako closed her eyes and kept her posture straight and serene. In the meanwhile Caster felt quite impatience, she couldn't let a chance like this slipped.
"Please consider it. You can get a wish from the Grail if you win. With your power, victory is already in your hand."
Tamako still didn't move one bit. Untill quite a while the silence finally lifted off.
"I have informed my Mistress of the situation and got permission to do as I judge."
That made Caster baffled, she couldn't detect any use of magecraft or magic at all, was she under an illusion again?
"Then… the contract…"
"Everything I wish for can be granted to me by my Mistress so I won't participate in this Grail War. Do you still want the contract?"
She stumbled on a hard decision again. The choices of staying here but abandoning the war or disappearing and returning to the throne of hero were tearing her inside.
What was it that she wished again? Vengeance? No, she didn't really know anymore.
"If you don't want the Grail then what will you do to me after making the contract."
"You will assist me in a research, other than that you can do whatever you want. Just don't get in my Mistress's way, it's not healthy."
She had decided that staying here was better than being dead. This could also be a chance for her to live like she wanted.
"Then please make a contract with me. I will be in your care."
She bowed her head as she accepted her fate, she had chosen this path herself, and she would stick to it no matter what.
"I will make the contract now, take my hand."
Caster followed Tamako instruction, stood up and took the slender hand of the miko.
As their hand connected to each other, Caster felt like a tingling sensation running through her whole body. The hand she touched was soft, warm and overflowed with potent magic.
She is as strong as the dog Levia but her magical presence… incomprehensible.
Suddenly, the hand she was touching grabbed and pulled her over to the embrace of Tamako.
The abrupt movement made Caster flustered and didn't know what to do. Then Tamako's lips touched her own and proceeded to make a kiss.
She was confused, she was blushing, and her thought was blank. She believed she herself was a straight women but love had died along with everything else that was taken away from her.
The magic gushing toward her made her thought became hazier. Her body got more sensitive and was trembling in the strong embrace of Tamako.
Everything finished in just a few seconds but for Caster that was like hours of intense kissing.
She was sitting on the floor panting while blushing heavily.
"W-Wha… W-What was that for? Are you into women?"
Caster asked with a still trembling voice while giving Tamako a glare under her hood.
"Eh, well, I am. That was how Mistress created me after all. And that kiss was a contract on the soul. My Mistress is very tolerating but she doesn't like betrayal so just bear with it."
While YGGDRASIL didn't have that kind of contract, Siriel had taught her subordinates some demonic magic that she knew in the past years whenever she came back.
Caster was perplex by what Tamako said.
"You bind my soul?"
"If you don't betray us then there is nothing to worry about."
She wanted to argue but couldn't find the words. She would do the same if it was her.
"Because of the contract on the soul, our bond will be stronger too. You will also receive some benefits from me, work hard ok? Now, take a shower and rest. We will start tomorrow."
Tamako quickly concluded everything, showed Caster her room and led her to the shower.
Caster had made peace with herself about this matter, no use thinking up problem that you could no longer do anything anymore. She silently followed Tamako. It had been a long day, she needed a good rest.
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When Caster had resided to her room, Tamako made her way to the aisle on the right side of the shrine.
There sat at the table was her Mistress, Siriel.
Her beautiful figure was eerie under the moon light because of the title [Ultimate Predator]. No one would ever appreciate her beauty when an aura that screamed danger hang around her.
"Mistress, the contract has been completed."
Tamako had informed Siriel when she was at the Emiya residence. While she was asked by Caster, she was conversing with Siriel about the contract.
"Good job, Tamako! You sure are reliable. Now please continue researching a way to access the Throne of Heroes, our boy may go there in the future."
Siriel talked in a cheerful tone in the beginning but got darker in the latter half of her sentence.
"Master, allow me to ask you. Why has you been so concerned with him?"
That question made Siriel angry a bit but she began to widen her eyes in realization.
"… That… maybe the Angel part of me acting up again."
She had been leaving it alone for quite some time because nothing had happened yet.
The body of an Angel really affected her thought quite a bit it seemed.
"Maybe it is time I do something about it."
She just mustered that quietly but Tamako had heard it.
"You don't need to be so concerned Mistress. You are still you after all, we will follow you for enternity."
Tamako's feeling alone was enough to make her heart happy to have someone care for her.
With a sincere smile, Siriel patted Tamako's head.
"It's ok, nothing will happen. Now I need to go to someplace a bit. Take care of the house alright?"
She stood up, walk a few steps and dissipated in the air. In the recent years, Siriel had stopped using [Gate] or [Greater Teleportation], she had incorporated them with her way of moving when she was a Devil and succeeded in creating a better version of both. Now she could even slip in and out of different dimensions in this world without a sweat.
The drive to make her created this magic was some old vampire name Zelretch.
He sent her to some hell that had a lot of monsters. That was fun so she didn't kill him, but she couldn't get home.
In the end she was stuck there for a month until the magic was completed, she call it [Dimensional Step]. Well, she was not great at naming.
Tamako remained there for a while. She felt happy when her Mistress praised her and relied on her.
I will do my best for your sake.
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### Saber POV, Emiya residence ###
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After dinner, we four are sitting around in the kitchen drinking tea. No one is minding the tea, excepted Shirou who hasn't heard about what was going on while he was cooking.
We don't know how to break the news of Archer's identity to him, should we at all?
But Tohsaka was thinking different from me. What was even in that head of her?
"Hey, Shirou – kun. Archer is actually a future you and he planned to kill you but gave up already."
She throws the information out like there is nothing special about it. Both Archer and I hold our breath while gripping the tea cup a bit tight, thinking that he will make a fuss about it.
But against all our expectations, including Tohsaka, Shirou just gives a slightly intrigued reply.
"Eh? Is that so? I will become a delinquent? Why would I dye my hair though?"
Of course again it is Tohsaka who loses her cool and screams at him demanding to know why he is so calm about this.
Well, I too want to know his reason for that calm demeanor.
Under the wrath of the mage girl, he quickly confesses that something likes that is not that surprising for him. His master is from another world after all.
That is an even more interesting information than his calmness.
"N-No, let's go of my neck! It's becoming hard to breath!"
"Explain or I will start to bite you!"
"Why are you so aggressive today? I will talk, alright?"
When pressed further, he spills up more even though a bit reluctant.
"So? What do you want to know about her?"
"What do you think? EVERYTHING!"
"Really, Rin. What has gotten to you today?"
"Oh, I don' know. Maybe it had SOMETHING to do with SOMEONE'S SISTER that was somehow a FRICKING MONSTER?"
She is screaming while emphasizing each word to his face trying to be sarcastic, but that seems to go by deaf ear.
"Come on! She was not that bad!"
"Not that bad ! ? She made Servants look weak, SERVANTS. LOOK. WEAK ! ! !"
"Calm down! You has been screaming a lot for a while now!"
She finally takes his words in and makes a deep breath to cool down.
"Right, I was a bit high-strung, but let's get back to the question. TALK."
"Hey, you scream again! Well, whatever.
My sister was an Angel, and came from another world some years ago. She's nice if you get pass her scary aura, likes manga, dislikes liars and snakes. That was the reason we don't see snakes around here anymore, she scared them all off…
I think that is all I know."
That is a bit underwhelming. But I noticed that he mention she WAS an Angel. That must mean something.
"You lived with her and that's all?"
"Yeah, sorry for that. She said that when I learned a spell from her she would answer one question about herself… and I haven't learned anything yet."
Shirou answers meekly and scratches his head while looking down dejectedly.
"Argg! Now that I remember it, you wasted such an opportunity!"
The fire of jealousy is burning savagely in her eyes. Well I understand what she felt a bit. Hearing that also made me quite frustrated but it can't be help, Shirou is not mean to be a spell caster.
Seeing Archer fighting capacity was enough to guess. Tohsaka was too occupied with jealousy to see that.
I think this is a good time to ask what he said earlier.
"Shirou, you said Siriel was an Angel, does that mean now she is not?"
Tohsaka and Shirou both look at me, he thinks up a bit before answering.
"Hmm… I think she still an Angel or to be exact, an Archangel. She said that she had 'evolved' into something more, I don't know what though."
What does that mean? Beyond an Archangel? It seems I won't get an answer to that anytime soon.
"Anyway, let's leave my sister aside. Archer… umm, what should I call you now?"
The attention turns to Archer. He has been quiet until now, trying to be invisible again.
Looking at Shirou in contemplating for quite a while he finally answers.
"Just continue to call me Archer, otherwise will be confusing, and this is the Holy Grail War so don't ever call me by name."
That will be very confusing indeed.
"Then I will be Shirou and you will be Archer huh? Well, as long as it work. Anyway, I want to ask why you wanted to kill me, did I do something embarrassing."
Shirou is scratching his head while blushing slightly.
"… Your personality is really different than me. I wanted to kill you because of the dream you carry. That dream made me regret every decision I chose until I die."
"…"
"…"
The silent between them makes the mood become uncomfortable.
I still can't imagine that he is Shirou in the future. So he will grow strong like that and become a Hero like he wanted but don't like it?
Shirou has an ideal similar to his father, to be a hero of justice.
That in itself is not something to be concerned, but like his father, he is extremely determined to achieve his dream.
Will he become like Kiritsugu, a cold blood person who will sacrifice anything for the justice that he seeks?
"… What wrong with wanting to be a hero? Why should you regret your choice? Will you choose differently if given the chance?"
Shirou's eyes grow harsher and hasher looking at Archer with a glare.
"For me, I will never regret my decision. Why? Because if there is a hard choice, it will be me who is regrettable, not my choice. If I was good enough or strong enough, there would never be a choice like that in the first place."
His will is unshakable. The fire in his eyes burns brightly with passion. His visage looked just like Kiritsugu without the dead and dark mood.
But his take on the path is a bit different than his father. He seems to be more emphasized on personal power and one own ability.
It's true that you must be strong to make any kind of different in the world or else you will be crushed mercilessly.
Where will this path lead him?
"You are still naïve and ignorant of the world. There will be time when you have to choose between saving one dear person to you or the hundred other innocent people. Being a hero, you are expected to save them all, but reality is far from that. Will you be able to bear that responsibility?"
Archer directs a question back at Shirou.
I see. Archer is the Shirou that follow Kiritsugu footstep. He must have had a painful life full of sacrifices.
His war path surely will lead to saving many but himself.
Shirou after hearing that question lower his gaze a bit but the fire in his eyes still going strong.
"… A hero…"
He musters quietly, getting everyone attention.
"… A true hero is not something one aims to become, but something one ends up as. I know I lack the strength to be a hero of justice but don't underestimate me!"
Shirou has become a bit emotional with his speech. Well, we are touching his dream after all.
"My sister has already driven into my skull the fact that without strength you will never truly be a hero. I know the ideal I chose will make me walk the path of bloodshed and carnage but I will never back down. What do you think my years of training is for?"
I am shocked at how deep his thought was on that ideal of his.
A hero… I am called a heroic spirit but am I really deserved such a title? Didn't I fail my people? I am not even a proper one yet, and the contract with The World…
Archer just looks on in amazement at Shirou statement.
"Your ideal… really… there really are many differences between us. I won't deny what you believe in, I hope your path will lead to a better future than me…
… I will be on the lookout."
With that said, Archer stands up, turns into spiritual form and goes outside. He is running away. I guess it kind of hard to confront yourself about your dream.
Shirou still glaring at the place where Archer is just now.
The atmosphere is awkward with just the three of us left.
"This war has become weird. I am going to sleep."
Tohsaka also leaves, the kitchen now has only Shirou and me.
"Shirou, it's not my place to say but you shouldn't let what he said get to you. No one can decide that beside you."
He snaps out of it and take a deep breath.
"Thanks Saber, I lost my cool back there."
"No, problem."
His face has lit up a bit but then turns to a worry look.
"Saber, you confronted with my sister earlier, are your mana alright?"
"That… if I avoid using consuming moves, I will properly be fine. I can manage somehow, don't be too hard on yourself."
He looks kind of down at my answer. I didn't mean to blame him for that.
I decided to jump in on my own, and the mana that was lost was actually due to enduring his sister's aura. I can't be possibly saying that out loud, I have my pride to maintain.
"Sorry, I am not sufficient as a magus, I can't provide you enough mana to work with."
"No, Shirou. It's enough for you as you are, don't try to be something that is not you. You are a fine swordsman with your Reinforcement magecraft, just work up from there."
Even though it will be hard with low mana, I really mean what I said to him.
"Thanks for consoling me, Saber. But I can't be satisfy with just that. I will think of a way to provide you mana."
He sits down again opposite to me and assumes a thinking pose. I don't know what he can pull with that but I don't want to interrupt him.
Every day I need around 6 units of mana to maintain my existence, Shirou can provide 8 units per day. So in total I recover 2 mana per day.
It will be tough to fight like this but if manage right, I can finish this war before I run out of mana.
Shirou's mana pool (Od level) is lower than the average magus, about a half of them maybe.
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Clarification: from Natsuverse
Magical energy which is generated from within the body is called Od. It is the life force of living creature.
Magical energy which is found everywhere in great abundant is called Mana.
The magnitude between Mana and Od is so great that it would be foolish to compare the two. It means 1 unit of Mana is much much greater than Od if I read the wiki right.
It's not important, you can forget it.
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The spirits and many supernatural beings using mana as it is. I as a heroic spirit, even though not a genuine one, also use mana mainly, being that my magic circuits can't activate easily.
With his Od level being that low, the rate of converting Od to Mana is minimal.
We may need careful planning from now on.
"Oh, right, I still have it! Saber, wait here, I will go get something."
What now? What did he think of?
Shirou quickly runs to his room leaving me behind.
I, of course wait patiently. The only methods of recovering mana I knew from the Grail are gathering souls or receiving bodily fluid of the master.
Both of which are repulsive to me.
It's not like I don't like Shirou but I don't think I love him either. I have my wish to fulfill…
I-
"Hey Saber, I got it!"
He jumps back in the kitchen with an exited tone. In his hand waving around is a glass bottle with intricate design.
"What is it? You look excited."
"Here here! This thing could solve the mana problem… I think."
He gives me the bottle. It is small, fitted in my hand completely.
The liquid contained inside was reflective and has a rainbow color, it's about two third of the bottle.
"What is-"
My word stops in my throat.
My sense just pick up the magical energy inside the bottle.
The enormous amount of mana is condensed to the extreme and flows slowly in the liquid.
I feel like holding a tiny sun in my hand even though it is not hot.
Quickly looking up at his face, I ask with my hands both holding it now, careful with each movement.
"This, where did you get something like this? And what is it?"
He looks surprise at seeing me handling the bottle so careful all of a sudden, but still answer while scratching his head.
"Well, that was originally belonged to my father. But he leaves it to me before he pass on."
"Your father? He had something like this?"
Unbelievable! Kiritsugu had something like this but didn't use it last time? I can't understand it.
"Eh, no. Actually, Siriel sis gave it to him when he adopted me at her shrine as payment for some information."
It's Siriel again! She kind of appearing everywhere in Shirou life.
"Then, what exactly is this?"
"That is a panacea of some kind, it supposes to cure all including curses if I remembered right. Oh, and I heard they mention that it is a Divine item of something."
My eyes go wide at this. What did he just say? A Divine item?
That Siriel gave out something like this? What kind of existence is she?
Looking again at the bottle.
The glittering liquid indeed looked otherworldly, or is that divine energy. This can't be simply a panacea.
"So Saber, can you use it? I am pretty sure it will help us with the mana problem. It has a lot of mana after all right?"
"Shirou, do you know how valuable this bottle is? Are you sure you want me to use it? This can be considered to be a treasure among treasure, a Divine artifact you know?"
Even if I am not versed in the art of magic, I can tell the significant of this small bottle.
"You don't need to be worried about that. I have considered you one of my family long ago, and I find this is the perfect time to use it too."
Family… that term felt so distant to me. All my life is devoted to my country, never have I dreamed of a family of my own.
Looking at the bottle in my hands, the warm feeling from his words spreads inside me.
"If you said that much then I would comply. Thank you Shirou."
"Yeah, no need to thank me. We are together right?"
His happy face really is making me soft.
I don't know what will happen but this can't be bad by any mean.
Uncork the bottle, I briefly look at Shirou and down it all in one gulp.
"A… A…"
The effect is instantaneous.
I fall to the floor on all four, my body is trembling and pulsating with immense energy.
"Saber? Saber! What's wrong? Are you alright?"
Shirou is panicking calling me, but my mind can't register him right now.
Gripping my heart and panting rapidly, I feel my draconic magic circuits also reacts with this energy.
Both this new energy and my own is weaving anew my body, enhancing it more.
The feeling at my core of the magic circuits is… rising. It is refilling on its own!
This… this is a physical body, a super enhanced one.
I feel like I can access my draconic power at will now.
The new energy doesn't stop there, it is seeping into my renew body. The nature of my energy gets altered slightly while my own mana reserve being expanded more.
"Shirou! What happen? The mana-… Saber?"
Tohsaka and Archer rushes to us only to stand still look on in shock.
The energy is pulsing stronger and stronger.
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I… I think my conscious is…
… fading…
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### Fuyuki city ###
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In the middle of the night, suddenly massive pulses of magical energy swept through the city, waking every magus of capable ability.
The energy pulses continued for some time and finished with a light earth quake.
The city became silent right after.
In a dark room of a mansion, a weasel old man with a lanky body sat quietly looking at the direction of the pulses.
He was Zouken Matou, the head of the Matou household. He was also the grandfather of Shinji Matou and Sakura Matou.
But in truth he was the ancestor of them, living about 500 years old through magecraft.
He was one of the three who established the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki city.
If one was to describe him, it would be a shrew, powerful, ancient and evil.
Feeling the energy that passed by, his face scowled up.
He didn't know what that was but it would definitely stand in the way of his plan.
Whatever that gave out an outburst of mana like that was very powerful.
He needed to prepare along with his plan, Sakura's development need to be furthered.
That Emiya boy who she so attracted to can be of use. I also need my own pawn, hm…
And so the ancient mind began to move.
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In a different place, a suspicious priest standing before the altar in an old church began to chuckle loudly to himself.
He was Kirei Kotomine, the mentally twisted priest from the previous War.
He was supposed to be dead, killed by Kiritsugu but somehow still alive.
In this Fifth Holy Grail War, he was the mediator between the Masters.
The waves of magical energy passed through the church did startle him, but he was who he was, taking delight in anticipation of the destruction that would surely to come.
In the same chapel as him was two others.
A spear wielding warrior wearing blue and a golden armor cladding man.
The man with golden armor was sitting on the side slighting at the priest while the spear user looked cautious of the situation.
"Can't you stop that laugh of your? It's annoying."
"Huh? Oh, I couldn't help myself. Things is heating up after all."
The armor man spoke up in irritation, he is the Archer of the previous War. His true identity is Gilgamesh, the king of hero.
Lancer, the spear user saw the exchange between the two also added his piece.
"I know that you are twisted but couldn't you care a bit about that abnormal magical power."
The two Servants were both in contract with Kirei. One in the last War and one was obtained through detestable mean in this War.
Of course Lancer being taken away from his Master that way hated the priest to no end but still listened to him because of the Command Seals.
"Hmm, well, you are right Lancer. So, why don't you venture out and investigate? I sensed that the night may have been too dangerous with all those outsider."
"Outsider? They are just blood sucking vermin. They'd better not annoy me."
Gilgamesh was just like always, arrogant and prideful.
"Tsk,… I'm going. Don't want to be here anyway."
With that said, Lancer jumped out the door and ran off.
Gilgamesh looked on with a scowl but didn't say anything.
He may look like he didn't care, but on the inside he was theorizing countless possibility that would cause such a massive wave of mana.
And one of those was a dog causing such thing. Anger rose up whenever the thought of that damn dog appeared in his mind.
He would never forget the humiliation it made him go through. Now, every time he went out on the street, he would glare at any Shiba inu he passed by.
That in turn made they all bark at him causing great disturbance in the city.
Kirei looked at the King of heroes's irritated face and smirked to himself.
He didn't know what make him so angry but seeing the high and mighty Gilgamesh in that state was blissful for him. His twisted mind took pleasure in other's suffering after all.
Being as it was, things would move drastic from now on.
I will sit back here and watch the show with joy. With this incident, I wonder how the War will end.
Truly, his mind was that of a monster, only seeking suffering and destruction.
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In a castle surrounded by trees outside the city, the lights inside had already turned back on in response to the scream of a young girl.
The two maid Leysritt and Sella quickly rushed to her room. Their maid uniform with the hood on made them completely identical to each other.
"Ojou – sama! Are you alright?"
"A…ah… w-what was that?"
The small young girl was shivering in her bed. She had crimson eyes and shoulder-length white hair. She was Illyasviel von Einzbern, master of Berserker.
Her child-like body suggested that she was around ten or twelve years old. But in actually, she was eighteen in age.
"Ojou – sama, please calm down!"
"Leysritt, let her breath for a while, that pulse of mana must have done something to her body."
Sella was the calmest of the three in the room.
She, along with Leysritt also had crimson eyes like their ojou – sama.
Sella was specialized in magic while Leysritt exceeded in physical combat. Their respective prowess could reach a Servant level.
Illya quickly calmed down and looked at her two caretakers.
"That pulse of mana just now, it was from a Servant."
The two maids looked as calm as ever. Sella inquired her master.
"How do you know that, ojou – sama?"
"Somehow I just know it. I felt the Grail lost its influence on a Servant for a moment."
"What does that mean? What kind of Servant can do that? Caster?"
"I don't know, but stay vigilant just in case. I will also have Berserker patrol around the castle."
Obeyed the little mistress, the two maids heading out and making appropriated defense, both magical and physical in nature.
Illya was feeling uncertain. About the mana pulses, about the Grail, and last but not least Shirou, her suppose brother.
But she would steel her heart. She needed to be strong to win this War.
"Onii – chan, I will definitely meet you again."
Replacing the pulses problem with thoughts of her onii – chan, she smiled to herself and returned to sleep.
Whatever things that was to show up, she would crush it. Her Berserker was the strongest!
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### Devil's Abode ###
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Caster in her restful state in her new bed was relaxing her mind, getting rid of the stress build up throughout the day.
Who could blame her? The day was quite hectic. She even felt the need to compliment herself for surviving that long.
She was wearing a simple white yukata that Tamako prepared for her after the bath. Her long blue hair had been dried by magic keeping its
Servants like her did not have the need to sleep or eat. The mana was enough to sustain her body.
That mana was normally received from the Master. But if in some circumstances the Master couldn't provide enough, then an alternate source must be need as soon as possible.
She didn't need to worry about such thing.
Unlike that third rate Master who summoned her, the current one, Tamako, was splendid. If only she was willing to join the Grail War, thing would conclude in an instance.
Now she was lying down on the bed, meditating, savoring the feeling of abundant mana flowing through her body.
The third rate Master before was pathetic, feeling inferior to her he limited her magical energy to a level below his own, and insult her for being inferior to the other Servants.
Could his ego be any bigger?
This was different now. Not only Tamako was generous with her mana, she even provided some perks that come along with the contract. Though, the price was her soul being bound.
The bonus perks was actually the ability to use some of the abilities of Tamako and a boost in base stats.
She didn't know much about the skills so she couldn't say what it would do. But one thing she was sure.
The abilities she received was not supposed to belong to human. One of them being [Alluring Aura of Succubus].
When she was inspecting the ability, the name simply appeared in her mind.
The name was not a metaphor either, she was emitting a faint aura of sweet temptation. It was like an actual succubus.
What was Tamako exactly?
While she was contemplating the meaning of the abilities, a special mana wave passed through the shrine startled her up with caution.
Sit still for a while she remembered where this was and relaxed her caution. With someone like Tamako here only the gods could perchance fight again her.
But being as she was, she couldn't just ignore this.
Leaving her room, Caster went straight to the front of the shrine. She somehow knew that Tamako was there and intended to seek her out.
In the big room in the front, the place that normal shrine use to worship their deity, Tamako was sitting motionless facing the supposed altar.
Caster noticed that it was not an actual altar but a magical device. Her guess was that it was connected to the barrier surround the shrine but who know. That thing was stranger than it showed, she wasn't even sure of her guess.
"Master, that just now…"
"Oh, Caster. You should rest even if you don't require it. And that, I think I know what it is, but just to be sure…"
Without saying an incantation or even a ritual, two magic circles with unknown pattern appeared to the right of Tamako.
Caster looked on with interest at the strange magic circles, never in her life had she seen that language and rune. But she could tell those were summoning circles.
The circles flashed up briefly and in their places appeared two humanoids. The two looked like the ninja of this country.
Their body build was lean and packed with muscle suggesting speed and skill with more than enough power to finish their enemy.
Caster was probing their power then suddenly received a look from them. It was a simple look but a deadly chill ran down her spine.
W-Wha… dangerous! They are dangerous!
Unconsciously taking a step back, Caster was prepared to fight but Tamako's voice stopped her before anything was done.
"Calm down you all."
She stopped but still vigilant of the two.
The two ninja immediately kneed down to Tamako with respect exulted from their gestures.
"Please forgive my insolent behavior master."
"Hm, fine, be more mindful next time."
Still facing the altar Tamako continued.
"Caster, don't need to be so on guard. These two are just my summons."
That really didn't reassure her much. They sure were strong but that was not the reason made her nervous. Many Servants could be that strong after all.
What made her on edge was the deadly feeling they were emitting.
They looked ominous in their black clothes. Sharp and deadly blade neatly hung on their waist. Cold hard eyes liked that of a predator peering out from the gap on the hood. They were the definition of assassins.
"These two are of the Hanzo unit, if that is what you prefer to call them.
Now, you two listen."
The two tensed up, showing that they were fully listening to their master word.
"There was an anomaly in the Emiya residence. Follow the images I sent you. Investigate and report back through [Message] but stay there just in case, hiding of course."
"It will be done."
The two blurred in place and disappeared.
Casters got shocked at their speed again, today was not her day it seemed.
The Hanzo, a humanoid monster that looked like a ninja, was a level 80 summon that specialized in stealth. It could even hide from the normal level 100 players without proper methods to reveal them.
"They are shockingly strong. Don't tell me they are Servants?"
"Ah~ no, they are not heroic spirits or anything of the sort."
Tamako had an amused look on her. That really made Caster curious.
"Then what are they?"
"Well, they are just a type of humanoid monster. I use them for intelligent work a lot."
She felt baffled at that answer.
They are not human? And intelligent work? That strong?
"It's near midnight. I know you don't need to but rest up. We will start things tomorrow."
"*Sigh* Yes, I will."
With that Caster returned to her room with a few lingering thought over the summons.
Let's get to sleep. I hope with the strengthen bond I can get a glimpse of her past.
Back at the altar where Tamako was.
She had made a window-like image that resembled the Mirror of Remote Viewing to view the Emiya residence.
That was one of the application of the unique skill of the racial class Twilight, [Infinite Illusory Mirage].
The skill allowed the user to make a complete illusion of oneself, location, existence and an absolute control of the illusion. An annoying skill to deal with for the enemy players.
It was extremely hard to hit her once she used it, and she used it a lot. She was not a damage dealing type, she needed to protect herself.
Her three hundred spells are mostly comprised of enhancement, healing, illusion and barrier type. She still had a few destructive spells of course plus the new ones that her Mistress taught her.
Based on her Mistress's order, in the past years, she was continuously training to improve her control of all the skill she possessed. Now she was able to apply different use of their original purpose.
Received praises of her own creator really motivated her drive to train even harder, result in this current mastery of illusion.
Now she was using her [Infinite Illusory Mirage] with a lot of things, like looking at the news in the city by making the space in front of her an illusion of the other place. Or cleaning the shrine by making all the dirt into illusion and dismissing them.
Her race as a Twilight allowed her to turn illusion to reality and vice versa, of course the level 100 players could resist it and only take damage instead of disappearing. If their magic defense was not up to 50 then they would be instant kill even if they were level 100. She was a reaper for the low level players that dared to invade the shrine.
In front of her was the image of Shirou and his allies. Saber was unconscious and was placed on the futon.
["Master, there is an unconscious girl here at the house. She just drank a potion of some kind, and she is also the source of the mana pulses. What is your order, master?"]
It wasn't like she distrusted her summons by using her power to get information.
The caution side of her did not allow her to take it lightly. If her magic got exposed then there would still be the Hanzoes.
["That's fine, I know that potion. Remain there and secure the area until your time are up. Don't exposed yourself to anyone."]
["Yes, master."]
She didn't provide vessels for them to remain permanently, and using YGGDRASIL money was out of the question.
With the confirmation of her summons and the empty potion showing on the image, she was sure that was the one her Mistress gave out a few years back.
That was the divine class potion [Blood of the Divine]. The drop rate of this item was very small but not impossible to get. The field bosses of Asgard could drop this, or any being of the divine category.
The effect of this item was complete revival of the body and mind. Your body would be at its best possible condition to use all your abilities.
The lore of this item even stated that the soul would be bathed in divine energy, so there was a possibility of ranking up the soul as well.
But when come to this world, the lore also seemed to turn real too.
Using [Discern Enemy] on Saber through the illusion, Tamako confirmed that her power was around level 70 now, nearly ten level up from her previous one.
That jump in power could be due to her soul rank up.
She had researched the strength of the magi in this world in her spare time from training.
The level of power seemed to be low but they got some dangerous abilities that could potentially do harm to her if she careless. She didn't know if her Mistress could be harmed or not.
Some of those things was those conceptual weapons and conceptual magic. The spirits even had something called Noble Phantasm, Marble Phantasm or Reality Marble. The latter two could be achieved by her reality bending illusion.
YGGDRASIL also had some magic that could be list as conceptual in nature, such as Death Magic. Super tier magic could be consider to be miracles so all of them could be qualified as conceptual magic too.
She didn't have any Death Magic but her Mistress had a few.
On the image the trio had begun to look restless.
"Archer? Why are you looking around so much?"
"Rin, I felt like we are being watched. It could be Caster."
Seeing the Servant got suspicious, Tamako just chuckled and praised him at his perception. Maybe it because he was an Archer class Servant.
["It was just me checking up, you will be fine."]
Sending a [Message] to Shirou to reassure them, she stopped her ability and resumed enchanting the altar.
That was her training target for her Mystic Enchanter class.
As a devil she didn't need to sleep, breath or eat so she just rested once her training was done. And she didn't rest long before starting to train again.
She was really like a maniac at this point. The amount of her training could make S*n G*ku drooling.
After this, I should look up Servant summoning. Can't let Mistress wait too long.
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"Hey guys, that was just Tamako sis checking us, no worries."
"WHAT ! ? You have more of them sisters?"
"Hmm, I will go outside."
"Come on Rin, stop grabbing my neck!"
"ARGHHH!"
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### Moon's surface, Siriel's side ###
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Well, this place is quiet enough.
A plain grayish view covered the whole landscape. There was nothing on the surface except for craters and small hill protrusions litter the place.
There was no air here. One could saw the black sky that was space above one's head. A small ball in the far sky colored with blue, white and some bits of others.
This Earth look quite different the one in the other world huh? Science is still in the developing stage I guess.
Amidst this desolated place was a girl standing contemplating to herself.
Elf-like appearance with demonic red eyes and platinum blonde hair decorated her face. She finely made an exotic art by herself.
She was Siriel D. Eva, an entity of another world of another world if you wanted to be specific.
She wore modern clothes most of the time, she liked to travel around a lot.
Currently on her were a normal white T – shirt, normal long jean pant with normal sandals on her feet. Except they were really not normal.
They were created by the 7th tier spell [Create Greater Item]. The magically created clothes were very hard to damage if at all.
Normally she couldn't possibly learn that spell, she only had 40 level in magic related job class.
It meant she could only learn up to 5th tier spell the traditional way.
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Clarification: source wiki
Every 7 level = 1 tier.
So a magic caster with 70 level in magic related job class could learn 10th tier spell normally.
From level 70 as a whole and up, every player could learn Super tier magic, 1 for each level.
That mean level 100 has 31 Super tier spells.
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There were always exception of course. Like a certain Overlord of a certain guild, he exploited the skill [Dark Wisdom] to learn more than seven hundred spells.
Siriel also had her own way to get spells. Her race as Cosmic Eater give her the skill [Unrestrained Eater]. She could gain new spells and skills by consuming her enemies when they died.
Though there were set back, she had no control of what she would learn. So there were a lot of times she got the same thing over and over again.
But getting all spells and skills was not her goal so she didn't care much for that. She just used the things she got for fun.
Now using the [Create Greater Item] spell again, she made a beach chair and an umbrella, turning the place into an impromptu rest spot.
She came here not to sun bath but a little comfortable wouldn't harm anything either.
Here on the moon there wouldn't be anyone to disturb her.
Originally, she planned to visit the Clock Tower to look up a few things about the World, but the talk with Tamako made her think again.
Her avatar body hadn't done anything to inconvenience her so far but it was time to do something about it.
Lying down on the chair, she closed her eyes and began to look at her essences.
A big vortex of bright light span around itself slowly in a big dark space. That was her Angel essence.
Wow, so big. All those racial class must be in it too.
The essence was enormous if compared to any spirits out there.
Of course it was. She was a World Enemy, and it wasn't like every level was equal to each other.
From the level 70 and above, you needed to put real effort to level up.
So a level 95 and a level 100 were world apart from each other. And she crawled to get another five hundred levels in her Siriel class, by killing and consuming all the bosses and gods she came across until the GM made a deal with her.
It no wonder the previous World Enemy player could fight thirty players at the same time and win despite being a human.
As any gamers could guess, a team of two could easily win again an opponent more than twice their strength. That was the advantage of group fighting. Well, except thing liked Siriel.
The essence had grown more prominent over the years. The proofs were her multiple occasion of doing savior-like thing in the warzone.
Now that she looked back at it, her actions really differed her nature. But there was no discomfort so she didn't mind it.
Her devil essence on the other hand had been slowly expanding. It was way too slow compared to when she was in the other Earth.
But that also could be because of the amount of her essence. And this still uncorrupted world.
As a Devil and an existence different from the one from the game, her essence was different too.
Hers was all the dark space that contained the Angel part, the pitch black nothing that like the abyss.
It couldn't be help to be that big.
She was the aspect of evil, the incarnation of violent and destruction. She would grow as long as conflict existed.
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After researching the aspect of evil, I found the Chaos gods in Warhammer.
I had to follow through with that instead of both essences being equal. Sorry.
There will be no chance to the plot though.
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Not to mention she had consumed the power of the two titans of the underworld in her world.
Being that strong was not a problem because the Gods in her world was kind of a bane of evil. So in concept, they would always be stronger than her when it count. That was really cheating if she was able to shout at their face.
Now though, with a physical body of an Angel different than the magical body of her Devil self, she could exert physical force without the manifestation of her magic power.
That in itself was a good thing but her mind also being effected without her notice was not cool.
What to do with these? Merge it? I don't think that a good ideal. I don't want to eliminate the game essence either.
All these years she had mainly using her game power because it was fun, and she had become attached to it.
In conclusion, she couldn't do anything much to the essences. It was surprisingly hard to deal with even with her power as a Devil and Essence Manipulator.
Well, at least I have a grasp on things inside me. Too bad this type of Angel can't absorb positive energy like the one I know.
Open her eyes, Siriel rose up while dismissing the chair and umbrella back into mana.
Looking at herself and patting a few places to get rid of the dirt, she decided to deal with thing as it went on.
As long as violent still involved, doing good deed was fine too.
Taking a few steps, she phased out and disappeared from the face of the moon.
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### England ###
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The Clock Tower was a serene place. Its museum was a place full of history.
To normal people that was it.
But under it, there were many workshops, underground facilities and more.
Siriel was walking among the archives. The documents were about almost anything supernatural in the world.
But that was too many to search.
She had released a Death Knight in a place near the Tower to make all the magi rushed to it.
She knew one Death Knight couldn't hold out for long again all the magi but it got the job done.
The underground was kind of empty at the moment.
All that work for what? A bund of paper? Like hell I will read all that! I quit! Couldn't they use the computer?
Sulking alone in that place, she used [Dimensional Step] again and got out.
Outside, the magi had manage to subjugate the Death Knight. Fortunate for them to not have any dead, or else thing may get messy.
They still confused as to why there was an undead in the middle of the city, and IN THE DAY no less.
The other magi who didn't fight had to put up barrier and make sure the citizen forget the event.
The corpse was dissipated into particle made them startle but couldn't do anything.
Standing on a rooftop to watch it happen to make sure everything was smooth.
She summoned an undead to make the summon weaker for them to fight, as an Archangel the Death Knight level dropped to around 15.
She disappeared again to seek out a certain old vampire.
Living as long as he was, he must know a lot.
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The old man ran everywhere, finding him was hard.
He even hid in another parallel world.
But eventually, the time would come. Siriel had caught him hiding in a building in the middle of a warzone. He was pretending to be a medic.
She had to use the spell [Guiding Light] more than ten times to finally get a hold of him.
Somehow he knew she was looking for him and went into hiding.
It was night time when she located him.
Deploying her racial special ability [Dimensional Lock] on the whole battlefield to prevent him from escaping, she proceeded to approach slowly through the warzone.
The ability [Dimensional Lock] was exclusive to Angel and Demon races in YGGDRASIL. This was a type of skill which can only be used by the highest ranking devils or angels. It renders teleportation and transfer magic unusable.
Changing her clothes to that of a soldier from her side using the [Create Greater Item], she moved in. She had some stress to release.
She was wearing full combat kelvar armor include a full-face helmet to hide her figure.
Her weapon was the revolver SW500, her favorite due to the cool look and power impact. She made an S&W500 with 10,5 inches (26,7 cm) barrel, extended ejector shroud and accessory rail. The material had a black luster to it made it more exotic.
Restraining her power to that of a normal soldier, according to her feeling. To the others eyes though, she looked like a super enhanced soldier running wild.
The battlefield was in a residential area with a lot of small houses and two stories houses. The location was apparently somewhere in the Middle East.
Running between the shadows of the houses, she located many soldier of the other side.
Stopping in an alley way, she took aim with one hand at a sniper on the second floor in the building opposite to her along with the two soldiers behind him.
*BANG, BANG, BANG*
Three loud noises in succession alarmed all the soldiers on both sides.
She smiled at the violent recoil that moved her hand a little with her strength lower.
I lo~ved this feeling.
She quickly climbed up the roof and ran from house to house, eliminated soldiers on both sides while changing her uniform back and forth.
Her actions made the two side began to fire at each other more intensely.
Moving like an acrobat in the house and between buildings, Siriel head-hunting every soldiers she came across. Blood and brain matter splatter all over the place.
Screams and loud gunshots reverberated all around the battlefield. Innocent or not she was a Devil, she would never feel guilty unless the Angel essence acted up.
She jumped into groups of soldiers and started to massacre them using hand to hand combat. Head bashing, neck snapping, her Devil side had taken dominance.
The skirmish ended at midnight, a total of thirty hellish minutes since Siriel joined in.
Today the Angel part of her stayed silence in response to her annoyance at the old vampire.
Too many lives were lost just because of her.
An evil incarnation, the enemy of gods, really, no title was too much for her.
Rein in her instinct, she fully reloaded her magnum with the five bullets she created, she heading up to the house in the upper district, the place where he ran off to.
There was no light in any houses except the one in front of her, and a few more at that direction also.
Her uniform was stainless and without damage.
Arrived at the door, she opened it normally and step in.
The interior was full of civilians hiding with a terrified expression.
The oil lamp illuminated faintly her figure and their faces, making the atmosphere even more eerie.
Every one of them was holding their own breath.
The sight of a soldier with gun in hand was as bad as Death in front of them.
Ignored them all, she looked to the side finding the stair leading up and followed it to the second floor, where the man she seeking hid.
Enter the room, she saw him sitting at the table while facing her.
A single candle on the table lit up the place, showing his face somewhat.
His face looked tired and fed up.
"What do you want from me? Kill me?"
"Zelretch. Why are you running? I wasted a lot of time catching you."
"The fact that you could catch me at all is terrifying! This is a parallel world!"
"But why did you run? I just want to ask?"
"Who wouldn't run away from you, the monster who bounces off magic like rubber?"
While Zelretch was making that kind of argument, Siriel put away the magnum into the Inventory, seeing as there would be no need for it anymore, and changed into a more comfortable T-shirt and jean.
Pulling out a chair she sat down opposite of him.
Her figure and gestures exulted finest and elegant, implemented with a beautiful sculpted face would made anybody bow down. In fear of course, her silent intimidation made sure of that.
"Don't exaggerate things. The human have thing like mystic eyes, no? And it's not like I go around destroying the world."
"… I wonder about that. Anyway, what do you need?"
Hearing that, her face lit up in a warm and loving smile.
Even though her smile was beautiful, Zelretch couldn't only see anything but a predator lying in wait for its prey.
That was just her normal smile though.
"Well… do you know about the World or Alayashiki?"
The question nearly made him jump up.
"W-Wha… How did you even know that name? I am pretty sure that both of those still haven't touched you yet."
"Both? Shirou said the two names were the same thing though."
"That boy told you? He still hasn't… wait… right, the Fuyuki Grail War… *sigh* so you met the future him already?"
Her eyes narrowed sharply at that.
"You knew him? I will have you know that the boy is under my protection, don't think of anything funny."
He surprised at seeing the protective side of her for the first time but quickly placated her, for his health.
"Wait, no no, I didn't have any funny ideas! My magic is Kaleidoscope, remember? I saw that Shirou in a parallel world!"
Seeing as her bloodlust receded, he let out a breath that he had been holding unknowingly.
"That's good then. Let's back on the topic. Tell me about it."
"You could be a little gentler, I'm old you know."
"Hm?"
"Nothing. Anyway, the World and Alaya are two different entities.
The World or Gaia is the will of the planet. Alaya is the collective unconsciousness of humanity.
Gaia wants the survival of the planet and Alaya want to prevent the extinction of humanity."
"He said he made a contract with the World, so what do I do to break it?"
The caring monster was a strange sight for him but he didn't hate it.
If only she could be more kind to others too.
"I think it was Alaya he made a contract with. Counter Force belongs to Alaya. And to break the contract… I don't know. But know this, Alaya considers those close to reaching the Root a threat, and the Holy Grail War was a mean to reach the Root."
Seeing she was thinking hard about something he added just to be sure.
"Don't start to exterminate humanity though, I think the reason Shirou said Alaya and Gaia was the same thing was to stop you from doing it."
He began to sweat as the silence went on, until she looked up from her thought.
A smile splatter on her face again.
"Hmm? Should I?"
Zelretch's face was paling.
"Just kidding~! The human makes a lot of good games and literatures, and they were a violent bund. There is no way I would eliminate them."
"Oi! That's not funny!"
She stopped smiling and stood up.
"Anyway, I will return to Fuyuki. If you have any more relevant information, you should go to my shrine. I don't want to chase you around anymore."
"… Right."
With that said, she revoked her [Dimensional Lock] and phased out right after.
Alone in the room again, Zelretch collapsed on his chair.
"That was crazy! I don't want to meet her again!"
But thinking back on it, this was the only time he talked this long with her.
The first time he met Siriel was when she was sitting in a park in Paris, eating ice-cream.
Honestly, even with a knit hat and a sunglass on, he could tell with a glance that she was not human.
The aura she emitted was screaming to all others to run or else they would be eaten.
So the natural thing for him to do at that time was to get rid of her.
He tossed her the place the creatures of hell resided in hope of her dying or at least, staying there forever.
But then a month later, she appeared again, and she was heading toward him.
Afraid of causing casualties, he ran to an empty field, luring her there.
He used everything he had to attack her. Elemental magic, physical force, sealing techniques, even using his Jewel Sword to fire an Ether Canon which was virtually limitless magical energy.
Defying all logics, she just SWATTED everything away.
Anything had to do with mana seemed to be useless.
As he struggled against her, he noticed that she was increasingly excited. A nonchalant face had become a widely grinning one.
That was one hell of a premonition. Had he not jumped to another world, he would have been nutrient in the ground right now.
He had no love for the evil sorts and would annihilate any that crossed him. But Siriel was different.
He was sure that she was evil the first time they met, but his instinct told him to never get near her. And he was glad that he had listened to it.
That second encounter wasn't the end of it.
He didn't know why she didn't pursuit that time either.
Throughout the years, he had the unfortunate to meet her a few times more.
He suppressed himself to the limit and hide among the other magi.
Observed her from afar discreetly while on fieldwork with the magi, he finally grasped a bit of her nature.
She liked conflicts and wars. Evident was her appearance in almost any big skirmish or small war of the normal society. She was not the instigator, fortunately.
And there was the thing that confused him the most. He was very sure that she was evil. But as he observed her long enough, she started to go around saving small villages and freeing slaves.
Her dangerous aura was still there but there was something holy mixed in, it was similar to something of the church.
And he found her to be a carefree monster until provoked. As seen in those Dead Apostles who somehow thought that it would be funny to jump her. They were all dead of course.
Disguise herself as a soldier or a mercenary, no one could tell what she was but he knew, and that was enough.
The Clock Tower still didn't know about her, he never told them.
Didn't want that bunch of idiots poking the wrong bush just to see what would happen. He knew they would surely do that.
Standing up, he took a deep breath and descended the stair to where the civilians were.
Siriel's business could be deal with later, it was not like he could do anything about Alaya or Gaia anyway.
Now, let's clean up the mess and get out of here. Too many deaths for my liking.
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End of chapter.
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NOTE: I am still bad at making cliff.
There are things that really helpful in the wiki.
The strongest existence in Fate seems to be Amaterasu. An inferior version of her (I can call Tamamo like that right?) is capable of ridiculous feat like FTL travel and time reversal. Her strength isn't specific but she is comparable to a Sun in energy and power (power level: 387.420.489? A rank A hero is around 100?, normal people are at 1).
Sesshouin Kiara
"Even though you were flung to the edge of the galaxy...!
Even if this is a conceptual space, you should not have been able to cross that distance in an instant!
Are you able to fly faster than light?"
Caster
"Of course, I came flying faster than light!
At any rate, I won't let my master be seduced by a demon in this critical moment.
The reversal of time is nothing special as well, just reduce to zero the distance from the Horsehead Nebula to this galaxy.
This is called zero distance love!"
There are more things like Sefar, Velber or even Altera, and that was not to say strength doesn't do much with conceptual magic of the gods and such beings.
Altera, every time she absorbs enough mana to reach double her mana, she evolves to the second stage and her power is multiplied by 10, when she reaches stage 7 she can be nearly as strong as Amaterasu.
I wonder if Amaterasu could fight Goku, Gogeta could bust galaxies you know.
You should read wiki sometime, it's quite fun to be honest.
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