First Kill

Waver reports to Diantha every after dinner at 8 pm...which is, lunch time back home in Clock Tower.

He had inserted himself as a canadian elderly couple's grandson. They were kind and Waver felt their son and real grandson was wasted on them as they never visited, not even once.

His Servant was Rider...Iskandar. They even got to meet and talk to the gigantic muscular man who would have made 'good, but loud jovial uncle' material if he had any nieces and nephews. Melvin already felt lending Waver money was oh-so-worth it.

However, on his first night alone, Assassin was already dead.

'Perhaps we should be glad Clock Tower isn't exactly innovative nor creative when it came to the Servant-Class Assassin.' Diantha spoke to Waver in the mirror as Waver complained what a letdown to his friends.

'What do you mean, Dia?' Melvin asked Diantha curiously.

'In all history of the Grail Wars, it's always Hassan-I-Sabbah who is summoned because the word Assassin is tied to that lot. But in that famous guild Hashashin has many Hassans when I looked it up last night.' said Diantha. 'If this guy allowed his Servant to die early, it's a ruse pretending he's out of the competition when in reality, a small sacrifice was made to fool the six others...and catch them off-guard unawares. The Hassan with this ability is the Hundred-Faced Hassan. His Zabaniya is the superhuman insane version of Multiple-Personality Disorder in life, that each personality has different skills. But as a Servant...he can manifest these personalities as independent servants so he's a one-man army by himself, so be careful!'

Waver and Melvin gulped at the notion. Rider took the knowledge as military intel on an enemy which is what it is.

'Then...'

'Whether the six others are fooled or not is up for debate. For now, just worry about yourselves.' Diantha told her. 'Assassin's master surrendering and taking refuge in a Church is a farce. Something's going on, so we'll check on things on our side, and keep up your physical training and eating well. And your mana...since Rider enjoys being out and about, send him 6 units to keep replenishing his mana. For now you're not fighting yet nor using any Noble Phantasm...but when he does, send him 80% of your energy per day till he's full tank again. In order to truly kill Hundred-Faced Hassan, you must kill all of his personalities so he's deader than dead. Assassin is the only opponent we'll help you with due to this insane cheat code, the other six will be on you and Rider.' said Diantha. 'Send a mouse to the church so we'd know the identity of Assassin's Master.'

'Alright.' and com-off, the images of his friends vanishing.

'One personality killed, 99 more to go, is it?' Rider mused with a grin. 'i have something just for that, but that can wait until an opportunity arises.' he said, stroking his chin.

'Until then we better be careful.' Waver frowned. 'This is a sneaky bastard. We will keep pressing on until we get our chance to shine!' he swore more to himself. 'If we kill an enemy Servant that's already a great accomplishment in our record!'

xxx

Clock Tower...

Every after classes, the two did their own investigation.

Based on records submitted by the current supervisor Risei Kotomine, it's intriguing that his son Kirei is a participant.

Kirei was born with twenty circuits with average quality, and his teacher was Tokiomi Tohsaka. He had learned alchemy, spiritual evocation, summoning, divination, necromancy and spiritual healing. He is able to achieve quick results through complete and total effort, putting in ten to twenty times the effort of other people. He stops short of the last step, throwing all previous labor out like trash. And as of last year, stopped learning under Tohsaka due to ahem, conflict of interest in war. His Magic Circuits aren't even fully-mature.

Thus in terms of strength as a Magus, the ranking order is Kayneth, Tokiomi, Kiritsugu, Kirei and Waver as they have no idea who Caster's Master is due to lack of record despite confirmation Caster is out thanks to the Spirit Board.

However, Diantha has a different opinion.

'The most dangerous in terms of human is the Magus Killer and Kotomine.' Diantha would tell her friends. 'They know best how to kill people. Just have their Servant distract enemy Servants and then they make mincemeat out of Magi. Kotomine's an Executor in the Church, and Kiritsugu Emiya is a known Freelancer known as Magus Killer. To him, lineage and power doesn't matter. If he wants you dead you're dead. And he's never failed. Heck, he even sells Magic Crests for cash off his kills, forcing families to Negotiate for them back to the point of bankruptcy. If possible, avoid them at all costs and let them kill each other. Servants you can deal with, just not them.'

'Got it!'

xxx

5th Night...

A lot happened in those days, Melvin thought.

A staged loss, a battle in a shipyard and it was hilarious seeing Waver deal with a Servant who has no sense and does as he pleases. Then they saw a horrifying sight in the sewers...which Rider burned away for the traumatized teenagers. They've seen many things in the classroom, but that, was beyond the pale! The church thus launched a manhunt on the Caster-Pair for their crimes and threatening the Concealment of Mystics. Its a matter of time, before it's Breached!

'So the moron responsible, is a Child Serial Killer who happens to have the aptitude to summon Bluebeard?!' Waver squawked as Melvin nodded.

'Gilles de Rais, one of the Knights who followed the french saint Jeanne D'Arc.' said Melvin grimly. 'But since she was burned, let's just say he fell all-down low, consorted with an evil magus and did all sorts of depravity that eventually got him into the guillotine.' he then barfed up blood. 'With a personality like that, Breaching the number one rule really is imminent because he's gone coo-coo!'

Waver face-palmed.

'It's obvious that you guys will clean this mess yourselves as Diantha and I cannot report this or the El-Melloi party will get wind we're in contact with you.' said Melvin. 'We're doing this in Diantha's apartment you know!'

6th Night...is a drinking party between Kings that Rider started. The three Kings were Rider, Saber and Archer.

They already know Rider's identity but Saber's was King Arthur.

'Er, shouldn't King Arthur be a guy?' Melvin croaked out.

'History's a liar!' Diantha cried in freak out. 'History books say he's a man, not a girl my age!'

'Now now children, history is often written by winners in conflicts, they never write about what's not in their favor or embarrasses them.' Rider tut-tutted to the watchers. 'Goodness knows I was hilariously written as short when I'm tall and beefy!'

'T-there's a good reason for that.' Saber coughed awkwardly.

/But Saber, why do you want to change your history, deleting what your knights accomplished in the process? Timeless memories of laughing and crying alongside friends? Hard work of gaining something and grieving over losing things? If you go back to that time...all that, will cease to exist./ Melvin pointed out. Saber recalled everything, from her time as a Squire under her brother, up to her Kinghood...

'It was my leadership that got them all killed.' said Saber in sorrow. 'I was raised to be a King, yet I failed everyone. I hope to go back and find one who is worthier than I.'

/And have you ever considered to think that you're the only candidate back then as all others who are eligible are despotic tyrants who would have led Britain to poverty and misery? It's why the kingdom relied on Caliburn to choose without bias, to shut up the corrupt faction in court. You're all they've got. So your wish is pointless./ Diantha did an armfold.

/Come on lady, betrayals, uprisings and civil wars happen all the time long before you were born! Gold King and Red King are stellar examples being older than you. Empires rise and fall all the time, so what? That simple thing is what any ruler worth their salt should know since day one! Guess what they did when shit happens? Unite the survivors, destroy the dregs who caused such misery and rebuild with your people. Were you taught that growing up by your tutors? Or were you raised to only do what's good yet nothing about what to do when the worst happens?/

'Dia that's a little...' Waver croaked out anxiously. 'Harsh?'

'She needs to hear that. She is the result of incompetent upbringing by her tutors.' Archer scoffed. 'Nothing, is perfect. Nothing is eternal. Yet they shoved all idealism in her in a bid to create a perfect King they hallucinated about while smoking too much. That she had the silly idea of wiping away what she and her comrades bled for because of how she was brought up.'

'That's...!' Saber sputtered out in protest as it goes against her beliefs.

'Don't make a mistake Saber.' said Rider grimly. 'A King looks ahead. A King inspires. And a King listens to the wishes of his people. My rule is that of greed, but the good kind of greed. I see good things other nations have, how my people would be happy to have it, and I lead my men to bring all that home. For food and gold is prosperity. That is the kingship of Iskandar. Kings are never sacrifices or martyrs. Sadly, you were raised as one. You're no king.' he shook his head at the shaken king.

Moments later, Irisviel and Waver felt something different in the surrounding air. Though it was unseen, through their skin they could feel extremely heavy murderous intent.

Strange white creatures emerged in the center of the moonlit court. One after the other, their pale white visages were like blooming flowers as they appeared. The paleness was the color of cold, dry bone.

Skull masks and black cloaks. The previously empty center court slowly became surrounded by this strange group.

Assassin.

Not only Rider and Waver knew that they were still alive, but Saber and Irisviel also learned of the detail from their conversation with Kiritsugu on warehouse street.

Assassin was not limited to the one slain near the Tohsaka residence. The reality was, there were many Assassins – an unnaturally numerous number of Assassins that participated in this Heaven's feel. They all wore masks and were clad in black robes, and their body sizes differed as well. Some were giant, some were slim, some where short like children while some were women.

'...This is your doing? Archer.'

Archer shrugged rather innocently.

'Who knows, I have no need to understand the thoughts of mongrels.'

Since this many Assassins are gathered here, their command cannot have originated from just Kirei. Perhaps it is the plans of his mentor, Tohsaka?

Because Tohsaka has declared fealty to the King of Heroes, Archer grudgingly recognized the Master. However, what Tohsaka did now was extremely displeasing.

Though Rider was the host of the banquet, Archer was the one who provided the wine. What on earth is the meaning of this? This is an action which would indirectly dirty the reputation of the King of Heroes. Shouldn't Tokiomi be able to understand that?

'Mm...so much confusion!'

Waver knew this is it. It's his and Rider's time to shine! But for now, he'll play the coward card.

'What's the meaning of this?! Assassin appearing one after the other...There was supposed to be only one Servant of each class!'

Watching the awkward expressions of their prey, Assassins laughed evilly.

'You're correct. We are all acting as one Servant, and each individual is only a shadow of the whole.'

Waver and Irisviel could not understand that Kotomine's Assassin existed in such a strange manner. This is one hell of an MPD, Waver thought. This is ridiculous even by standards, how is this man not insane in life?

In the Hashashin Guild, those who wish to become Leaders must create their own miracle, which they spend a lifetime to perfect. Zabaniya. This MPD from hell is the Zabaniya of this Hundred-Faced Hassan!

The Old Man of the Mountain – among the people who succeeded the name of Hassan-I Sabbāh, only one had the power to switch bodies.

Differing from other Hassans, he did not need to modify his body in any way. Or, it could be said that there was no purpose in doing so, though he was typical in terms of strength, his mind was able to change his body freely.

He could use impressive planning and tactics, understand languages of other countries, identify poisons or set traps. All in all, he was a master assassin – able to do everything, and switching in different abilities based on the requirements of his assignments. It was said that on occasions he is able to utilize strange strength and agility to use illusionary fighting styles that had been long forgotten.

He could disguise as man or woman, youth or elder – anything! He could stand quite naturally next to you. Sometimes, he could even change personality based on situation so no one can guess at his real identity.

Nobody knew the truth. Hassan may have had a unique body, but he had many different souls.

The knowledge at the time could not think of multiple personality disorder as an illness.

With said definition in modern medical sciences, it was a source of arcane power to Hassan the assassin. He could use the multiple personalities within him to use all kinds of different skills and draw upon their knowledge, confusing their opponents or weaving a web of defense, and kill their opponents with unexpected methods that no one could predict.

This is the assassin that Kirei had summoned – The Hundred-Faced Hassan.

He is a Servant that had one physical body, but at the same time possessed a thousand different souls. Analyzing from this basis, they were initially different souls in the first place, and since they are now no longer limited by the physical body, they can now all materialize simultaneously into different shapes.

Of course, their strength was also limited to being just one person, and after their split the Assassins cannot hope to match the other Heroic Spirits. But because they possess the unique skills of the Assassin class, they were unparalleled in terms of spying and gathering recon.

'You mean…we've always been watched by these things until today?'

Irisviel murmured painfully as Saber also shivered unconsciously.

Though the opposition was not powerful, they were numerous and were able to sneak up on the group. Though she was the most powerful Servant, they were still a huge threat.

In addition, the Assassins that normally followed them like shadows had now abandoned their ability of presence concealment and fearlessly showing their figures, this meant...

'They meant business.'

Saber gritted her teeth as she realized that they had fallen into an unexpected trap.

A group of rabble that relied on their numerical strength – if confronting in a frontal assault, there was no way Saber could lose. However, that scenario was limited to the situation only – if there was only Saber to fight the battle.

Right now, Saber must protect Irisviel. No matter how weak Assassins were, they were exceptionally dangerous to humans. Even to Irisviel, a homunculus who could use magecraft flawlessly. However, magecraft alone could not stop Assassin – there was no way she could be depended to defend herself.

Thus, if she wanted to protect her companion and fight at the same time, the pressing question at hand was the numerical superiority of their enemies.

With one strike of her sword, how many Assassins could Saber stop? No, the question is no longer how many she could stop. If she missed but one person, that one might cause massive damage to Irisviel.

Right now, the question is not Could she stop them? but is With one blow, could she stop all of them at once? And then with the number of Assassins surrounding them now, it was incredibly hopeless.

However, from the Assassin's perspective, this strategy was their final resort.

Even though they fought in a group, this group was still limited in numbers. Sacrificing the most, exchanging for small amounts of survivors – this method of victory is equivalent to a suicidal charge, which is why it is only reserved for final battles.

Assassin, as a Servant, wanted the Holy Grail as well. They should not be able to stand the fact that they were merely a chess piece in Tohsaka and Archer's game – but, they were unable to resist the Command Seal.

For tonight's operation, Kotomine Kirei used a Command Seal. The order was Victory no matter what sort of losses. The Command Seal was an absolute order to Servants, and thus, they could only follow it.

Though it made them feel happy that Saber was disturbed and fearful, in reality she was not their target. Their target was Rider's Master. Even though Rider had a powerful Noble Phantasm, its destructive powers are unidirectional. If Assassin attacked from all sides, they should...no, they must be able to strike at the wimpy short Master.

Yes, for the King of Conquerors Alexander, it was a precarious moment.

But...why is the large Servant still drinking happily, as if nothing had happened?

'Rider. It seems we have newcomers.' said Waver, just as cool as his Servant. 'You gonna welcome them in?'

Rider grinned as they knew this since the beginning. He definitely has a way to take out these guys in a way they can never escape from. Rider laughed wryly and sighed, he then greeted the Assassins that surrounded him with an idiotically calm expression.

'Fellows, could you relax a little and cut down the creepiness? As you can see, you are ruining the party atmosphere we have here.'

Saber thought she heard him wrong. This time, even Archer's brows creased.

'King of Conquerors. Are you trying to invite them as well?' Archer asked incredulously.

'Of course, the king's words should be heard by everyone, so if someone showed up to hear, it doesn't matter if they're friend or foe.'

Rider said calmly as he scooped a spoonful of the red sake in the barrel and handed it to the Assassins.

'Here, don't be shy – if you want to drink with me there are cups over there. This wine is as your blood.'

Hyunn, the sound of something flying through the empty space answered Rider's invitation.

Only the handle of the ladle remained in Rider's hand; the spoon part has already fallen onto the ground. This was the work of one of the Assassins. The wine in the ladle fell scattered onto the grounds of the center courtyard.

'...'

Rider lowered his head and stared at the wine scattered on the ground wordlessly. The skull masks laughed in derision.

'Did you hear what I said wrongly?'

Rider's words were calm, but clearly, the intent and tone changed, causing Waver to grin. The only ones able to detect this change were the two that drank with him before.

'I said, 'this wine is as your blood,' right? Since you dare to spill it onto the ground, then inevitably...'

At that moment, a whirlwind roared to life.

The wind was scorching hot and dry, as if it wanted to consume everything. The wind didn't feel like it should come from the evening forest, or the castle's court – the way it was roaring, it seemed that it came from the desert.

Waver, Diantha and Melvin were in utter disbelief as the moonlit castle was gone. Now it's a scorching desert! It was really sand that the strange wind brought. Truly the hot sand was not supposed to exist.

'Saber, and Archer, the last question of the banquet – is the king lonesome?'

Rider shouted as he stood in the center of the raging desert wind. His cape danced atop his shoulders. Somehow, he had already changed back into the proper garb of the King of Conquerors.

Archer's mouth moved, and he sniggered. There was no need to answer. He replied with his silence instead.

Saber did not hesitate either. If her own beliefs were shaken, it would be a flat denial of her days spent as king.

'A king...has no choice to be lonesome!'

Rider laughed. As if responding to the laugh, the whirlwind grew stronger.

'Wrong, wrong! That answer is almost as good as having no answers! Let me teach you two today what it means to be a true king!'

The unknown hot wind inverted, and eroded the reality.

In the strange phenomenon occurring tonight, distance and position had lost its meaning. The raging sandstorm changed all it touched.

'How-How could this...'

Waver and Irisviel gasped in surprise…only ones who understood magecraft could understand the phenomenon.

'A...Reality Marble-?!' Irisviel gasped, wide-eyed as in her short life, she witnessed such a high-class miracle. She never dreamed she'd see one!

The earth-scorching sun; the cloudless, clear skies; stretching to the blurry end of the sandy horizon, there was nothing that obscured vision.

To think that the Einzbern castle could be changed suddenly meant that it was undoubtedly the illusion of something that eroded away the reality. It can be said that this is the uppermost limits of the miracles of magecraft.

'How could this be...you could materialize the environment inside your mind? You aren't a – magus?!'

Rider snorted and scoffed. He leaves that sort of thing to his subordinates!

'Of course I'm not. This is not something I can do alone.'

Rider laughed proudly as he majestically stood in the center of wide, ever-stretching field.

'This land is the land in which my army once crossed. It is imprinted upon the hearts of every single one of my warriors who shared in my joys and sorrows.'

As the world changed, the positions of the five who were initially surrounded also changed.

The Assassins, originally surrounding the group have been moved aside to one side. Rider stood in the center. In the other side stood Saber, Archer, and the two Masters. This is to say that Rider stood before the Assassins by himself.

– but, could it be said that Rider fought alone?

The eyes of everyone widened as they noticed the mirage-like images that appeared around him. One, two, four….there were more and more images, ever increasing. The colors become clearer and more solid.

'The reason why this world can exist again...is because it is printed upon all of our hearts.'

Under their expressions of total shock, heavily armed cavalry materialized beside Rider. Though their faces and equipment differed, their muscular bodies and mighty chargers displayed a fierceness that could only be found in a true army.

Only one person present understood what this situation meant.

'All of these beings…are servants!' Waver was giddy with joy. When Rider said he has something that can easily deal with 99 people...he has a freaking legion!

He was the only Master here, and so he understood. Servant Iskandar's trump card, his true noble phantasm, was now appearing before his eyes.

'BEHOLD, MY PEERLESS ARMY!'

The King of Conquerors stood before the lines of cavalry and raised both of his arms to the skies, shouting with immeasurable pride.

Ionian Hetairoi.

'Their bodies may return to ash, but their spirits still hear my call! These men are my legendary heroes – my loyal followers! They're my true friends - breaking the rules of space and time to fight once more at my side! They are my treasure within treasures; they are my right to rule! They make up Iskander's mightiest Noble Phantasm – Ionian Hetairoi!'

EX rank anti-army Noble Phantasm; the consecutive summon of multiple independent Servants.

The Lord of war, the Maharaorajah, and the founders of many dynasties – the peerless array of heroic spirits gathered here were only heard reverently in legends. All of the famed warriors standing here – all of them once fought beside Iskandar.

A riderless horse galloped towards Rider. It was a powerful and sleek steed. If it was human, it is probably just as impressive as any one of the Heroic Spirits standing before the king.

'Long time no see, pal.'

Rider smiled childishly as he hugged the neck of his horse. She was the legendary charger Bucephalus. Even the horse of the King of Conquerors became an Heroic Spirit.

Apart from shock and admiration, everyone was speechless. Even Archer, who also possessed a rank EX Noble Phantasm, was utterly silent after seeing such a radiant army.

These heroes rode alongside their king on the battlefield; their wager, like the king's, was the king's dream.

Not even death could stop their ending loyalty. The King of Conquerors turned it into a fitting Noble Phantasm.

Saber was shaken to her core. It wasn't the strength of the Noble Phantasm that she was afraid of, it was the fact that such a Noble Phantasm had de-stabilized her beliefs. It shook the beliefs that she held in pride.

This flawless cooperation...

This bond with subjects that became a Noble Phantasm...

It was something that the idealistic King of Knights pursued for her whole life, yet even to the end, it was something she could not obtain.

'The King - lives to the fullest! He needs to live more fully than anyone else! He is a figure of admiration to his people!'

Rider's voice boomed as he sat atop his beloved steed. The Heroic Spirits began smashing their weapons against their shields, shouting in unison.

'He gathered the will of every courageous being! He marched toward that dream and began his long conquest! That is our king! Thus-'

'The King is never lonesome! For his wishes are our wishes!'

'Indeed! Indeed! Indeed!'

The majestic cries of the Heroic Spirits pierced the heavens and flew among the stars. No matter what they faced – enemy or fortress, it was powerless before the King of Conquerors and his loyal friends. Such was their spirit they could cross the earth. With this spirit, they could split the very oceans.

And thus, the Assassins standing before them was as insignificant as clouds.

'Alright, Assassin. Let us begin.'

Rider's smiling eyes were full of ruthlessness and cruelty. To someone who ignored the king's words and declined the king's gift, he no longer cared to hold back.

'As you can see, my preferred battlefield is the plains. Sorry, but if it's about winning by numbers, I believe I have the advantage?' he drawled with jeer. No trees and buildings to hide in, not even under the ground!

The hundred faces among the Hassans had forgotten about the Holy Grail at this moment. Forgetting victory and the mission of the Command Seal, they had already lost sense of themselves as a Servant.

Some ran away, while some screamed fruitlessly. Some others stood dumbly on their spots. The panicked mob of skull masks were indeed just a group of rabble. Where was their mocking confidence from before? Gone, like sand blown away by the wind!

'Trample them!'

Rider commanded without hesitation.

'AAAALaLaLaLaLaie!'

The collective roar of the Ionian Hetairoi echoed in response. The peerless army that once swept across continents once again thundered across the battlefield.

This was no longer a battle. It was a massacre.

Wherever the Ionian Hetairoi rode, there was not a trace of Assassins remaining. Only a faint, faint smell of blood and some dust that was swept away remained in the air.

'WOOOOOOOAAAAAA!'

With a cheer of victory, the warriors gave dedications and praise to the king. Soon, with their mission completed, they returned to spirit form and disappeared into the distance.

And as such, the bounded field generated by these heroes also disappeared. Everyone vanished as if a bubble had been popped. The scene returned to the night air. The people present once again stood in the courtyard of the Einzbern castle.

The white, clear moonlight was silent. There was nothing in the night air.

The three Servants and two magi returned to their previous seats, raising their cups once more. The ladle – sliced to bits by the dirk – stood as a testimony to all that happened.

'How disappointing.'

As if nothing had happened, Rider quietly murmured to himself as he finished the wine in his cup. Saber said nothing, and Archer smirked with the slightest hint of an unsatisfied expression.

'Indeed, no matter how weak the mongrels, it must have been quite the effort for you, the king, to take down this many, mm? Rider, you're really a thorn in my eyes.'

'Of course, let's get this straight, no matter what, we shall have a match to see which one of us is better.'

Not offended in the least, Rider smiled as he stood up.

'Anyways, we've said all we wanted to say, right? Let us stop here for today.'

But Saber was still dwelling on Rider's words, and she didn't want to let him off the hook so easily.

'Hold on, Rider, I'm not finished –'

'You, shut up.'

Tensely, Rider stopped Saber's comment.

'Tonight was a banquet among kings. However, Saber! I do not recognize your kingship anymore!'

'Do you still plan to mock me, Rider?'

Saber's tone already held a great amount of irritation, but Alexander only looked at her with pity. Pulling out his sword, he waved it in the air. Suddenly, in a thunderous roar, a chariot drawn by divine bulls appeared alongside the roar. Though it was not nearly as impressive as the Ionian Hetairoi, it was still wonderous to behold.

'Hurry up, kid. Climb on.' Rider called out to Waver who was still reeling from shock. 'Oy, kid?' now he looked amused.

'Holy shit Rider, when you said you had something, it's off the scale!' Waver choked out.

Ever after he personally witnessed Assassin's effortless defeat, Waver's heart was strangely covered by some shadow. Though it was the first time he had ever seen such an irregular, out of the norm Noble Phantasm, so his reaction was natural. Besides, it was his own Servant's true strength – it was the first time he had seen it.

'Gahahaha! Its a King's right to be over the top, boy! We inspire as our primary duty! Then to our enemies we instill fear comes second! What kind of King am I if I can't even do something so simple?'

Still giddy that his team got their first victory and they were the first to kill a Servant, Waver crawled onto the chariot. Iskander gave Saber one last glance as he began to speak with sincerity.

'Know what, little girl? It would be better for you to wake quickly from that painful dream of yours. Or else, there's going to come a day where you'll lose even the self-respect of a hero – the kingship you spoke of, that's just a spell you put upon yourself. That is all.'

'No, I –'

Ignoring Saber's final retort, the chariot with flashing lightning flew into the skies. In the end, the only thing left was the sound of thunder as the chariot disappeared in the eastern skies.

/Wow, just wow! A Reality Marble in action!/ Melvin was giddy on the other side. /Hardly anyone in the association has one yet a King, not even a Magus has one!/

/Oi oi, a mage having a Reality Marble will get you slapped a Sealing Designation so nobody's dumb enough to try having one!/ Diantha snarked.

Sealing Designation.

It happens when a magus creates something so extraordinary or powerful bordering on miracles. Reality Marbles fall into the category.

The reason you get slapped with one, is to keep the target preserved until the unique creation of the creator can be stabilized and replicated. If not, well...enjoy a fate worse than death...according to Dobby her Spy, Sealing Designates definitely do not enjoy living. The brain, nerves, and Magic Circuits are extracted and pickled in preservation fluid, keeping them alive as your knowledge is exploited. Suppose your creation is finally replicated, can you live again without a body?

'Well kids, that's proof of being a King! You inspire loyalty in your subjects, too!' Rider grinned. 'What a night, we should eat out in a restaurant, wouldn't you say?'

'Tomorrow as classy restaurants are closed by now! The only thing that's open are Bars!' Waver pointed out.

'You mean a Tavern? That's OK too! Let me experience a Japanese Tavern! I want everything!'

/Take him to an Izakaya, not a western bar or that'll defeat the point. Don't get too drunk now Waver!/ Diantha chuckled as in Japan, it's already 2:30 am while in London, it's 6:30 pm. School's out with P.E being always, the last class of the day. And in a Japanese Izakaya, Rider tried out everything while Waver who's not of age, can only have tea yet buy food...

But still, wow. Victory, is delicious.