A/n: Hello everybody! Psychojack here with the fifth ever episode of Holy Nail War! Misunderstandings are a plenty on many fronts. The Grail War has begun. How will Honda and Stria survive their first night! Let's find out!
--Velune Residence: Honda's Room--
Honda was currently cuddled up in bed with his newly claimed servant, unaware that he had confused her with an escort. He pulled away from the cute blonde who currently was unconscious due to overstimulation from recent events. It's not every day that the king of knights was caught in a battle of the flesh and satiating the needs of her master were simply too much in such a small span of time. In fact it was as if steam emanated from Saber's forehead.
Honda wanted to get something to drink, as he stepped out of his bed he kissed the blonde on the forehead, draping her in his blanket as he walked out of the room. He currently only had some sweatpants and lacked a shirt, though given his fatigue and sweaty disposition, it was understandable for his current rushed attire.
"Woah...that was intense!" Honda was smiling with a smile of a man who pleasured a woman to unconsciousness. Considering he thought Saber was an escort the magician walked around with a stupid grin on his face, proud of his bedroom performance.
He opened the door to the hallway. It was really dark under this time of night.
"Damn, should've brought a match or something." Honda whispered to himself, walking towards the kitchen on the far side of the building. It took about 30 seconds to get there considering the overall size of the residence, yet in this darkness one could easily bump their foot against the wall. He made it to the kitchen, some night light slipping through enough for him to see.
He opened the fridge, unfortunately there weren't many provisions, only a few bags of chips and a gallon of water.
"These guys may be rich, but they are quite the penny pinchers…" Honda sighed before closing the fridge, shutting the major source of light in the room.
When he turned around he saw a silhouette by the kitchen entrance. This one seemed near his height, hard to tell considering the distance.
"Hello? Stria is that you?" Honda came closer.
Upon closer inspection, the silhouette was definitely that of a masculine nature. The figure slowly stepped forward from the darkness of the hallway into the bluish night light emanated from the kitchen window. This particular figure was muscular in peak physical conditioning especially compared to Honda's own. It was an admittingly handsome man with dark blue hair which he wears in a rat tail and red eyes. The man wore full body tights which match the blue color of his hair. Runic trails ran over his outfit as well as silver pauldrons and a plate over his lower abs. He also wore silver earrings.
"Wait a minute you're not Stria. Who the hell are you?" Honda asked, already on guard considering how this stranger was here.
"If by Stria you mean the woman, then you don't have to worry about her. She's upstairs at the moment." The blue haired figure responded.
The figure took an extra step forward, a solid ten feet separating the magician from the servant in front of him.
Honda looked at the person a bit more, analyzing the broad shouldered man blocking his only exit.
"As for you on the other hand, it's unfortunately not your lucky day. You see, someone told me to take care of a certain problem matching your description." The bluenette said, his red lance prominent now to Honda.
"Wait a minute, are you one of those escorts? I thought you were all girls?" Honda asked with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
"The correct term is servant but close enough. The name's Lancer." Lancer introduced himself.
Honda had immediately covered his butt, both hands immediately slapped against his cheeks. "Woah if you think you're Lancing anyone, get one thing straight buddy, I don't swing that way. Maybe Stria could use your...expertise."
"You're the only magus here. It's sad that I wouldn't get a real fight man to man, but orders are orders." Lancer spoke a grin emanating from his face as he slowly leaned into a fighting stance, his lance at the ready.
His magic energy surged, charging a specific move to end this quickly.
'Holy shit, that escort agency wastes no expense, don't they, that's some special effects team they got, it almost looks like real magic!?' Honda stared amazed at the burst of energy. To Honda this was not a real magical servant in front of him, this was an escort roleplaying.
"Say goodbye! Gae Bolg!" The blonde roared, throwing his spear towards his intended target. At the moment his spear was let go from his hand, the magical aura immediately shattered, like glass. the servant felt a stinging sensation, as if all his might was sapped out of him. His crimson spear simply fell on the floor, a loud resounding clang echoing the room.
Honda and Lancer both stared at the spear which stopped at Honda's feet. Honda looked back at the spear to the bluenette.
"Am I supposed to play dead or something?" Honda questioned Lancer pointing at the floor.
Lancer stared shocked. His Noble Phantasm did not work. Even worse than that, his magical energy right when he released his ultimate move was somehow disrupted at the last second, rendering the once powerful skill in Lancer's arsenal to a meaningless, powerless, and aimless spear toss.
--Velune Residence: Outside Entrance--
From outside the house one could hear a struggle. The sounds of pots and pans clanging against one another emanated from within. The entrance opened as Honda dragged an irate blue headed man out. The bluenette was struggling in his arms, strange enough considering his muscularity outpaced Honda's. Honda carried him like he weighed nothing.
"Now listen, Lancer, tell your agency, employer or pimp daddy that I don't do guys, send only girls! Talk about false advertising! Besides, it's after midnight for god's sake! Business can wait till morning. For what it's worth though, whatever gym routine you're doing it's got some damn good results." Honda lectured and complemented Lancer as he manhandled him.
Lancer struggled swinging wildly in a pathetic resistance to carry out the order he was sent to do. The proud warrior currently held the door of the entrance desperately trying to let loose from Honda's grasp, his once great strength practically non-existent for the moment.
"H-hey! What do you think you're doing! How are you doing this, let me go!" Lancer yelled.
Honda threw Lancer from the entrance onto a field of grass 10 feet near the residence letting out an "Ups-A-Daisy!" while doing so. The blue clad warrior could be seen rolling over like a ragdoll as his body met the grassy pavement.
Honda then went and picked up Lancer's lance and threw it towards him. It bonked Lancer on the head as he rose back up from the ground, knocking him unconscious accidentally.
Honda locked the door, swiping his hands together as if his business was done. He went back to his own room, casually cuddling up to Saber who was still out of it. Honda sighed as he nuzzled the back of Saber's head, fully content with the service thus far, aside from that small hiccup.
Stria had run back from upstairs to Honda's room. She had gone upstairs at first when she first discovered Saber to grab hold of a shotgun for any servants or would-be assassins who may show up to attack, but it would seem no one was here. Honda was still asleep. Strange, she could have sworn she sensed some magic use earlier.
Stria shrugged her shoulders, she already left the house defense seals on for the night. They would do well against servants given the contractual nature of the Deacon family spell surrounding the residence to nearly fully inhibit magical energies. Any servant that was not well versed in contractual based spells wouldn't be able to detect or defend against it even if they did. Still, a servant is not always the strongest thing in a magus' arsenal, and preparations must still be made for the future. For now, Stria earned a snack.
--Velune Residence: Morning--
Honda woke up as soon as the rays of morning permeated through his window. The rays alone are prevalent enough to make his eyes twitch open, repeatedly blinking to wipe out any stray eye crust or blurriness obscuring his vision. As he came to, he noticed a certain blonde mop of hair.
Saber was currently faced towards him, fully awake blushing at the close contact they had. Honda had pulled her into his embrace whilst he slept, sleeping carelessly while whatever enemy remained outside. Saber herself had no idea how long she had slept until it was close to sunrise. By then she had not moved from her spot in Hondas' intimate hold, her head resting on his left arm as his right was wrapped around her waist, still bare from last night. She was externally still but internally frantically trying to grasp everything that happened in the span of a few hours since meeting her master.
For one, the knight had her first intimate experience. Considering her upbringing, Saber couldn't help but feel like it was wrong in terms of it being against her own beliefs to lay with someone unknown. At the same time, she did agree to participate in the prana exchange. If she refused, her master would be unlikely to survive the war, and her wish for the grail would be far from reach. Saber found the whole event to be...not unpleasant. Quite the opposite of unpleasant, her master was quite the unexpectedly passionate individual.
Saber's blush increased at her thoughts. She also feels embarrassed as last night she was too exhausted to even be awake for any form of nightly patrol that she would have done had it not been for the prana exchange. The irony was that the exchange was supposed to recharge her reserves not drain her completely. At the moment, as a knight she has already lacked on her duties as a servant.
"Hey Saber *yawn* morning. Slept well?" Honda softly spoke, fatigue still rampant throughout his own body.
"I...I slept fine, master. But in my sleep, I have neglected my duty to protect you while you rested." Saber looked downward, a tad ashamed of herself.
"Ahh, don't worry about it. I'm a-okay. Especially considering the present company." Honda comes closer and smooches her on the forehead. Saber blinked twice at the affection, still not used to such blatant displays from a man before.
"Besides, *smooch* it's still early. I don't have work for a few hours. Leaves enough time for another mana exchange." Honda kissed her left cheek before aiming for her lips. Saber however held him by his clavicles.
"F-forgive me master. I must refuse." Saber's face was red in nervousness. She already did two exchanges last night, and cannot forget her role in the war.
She looked at Honda with a focused stare, trying to recollect some seriousness in her voice.
"I have enough prana to fight for you. On my honor, I will fight your enemies in the war. But I must remind you, do not mistake me as a woman master. I am a servant...I cannot be anything...more." she said though her voice lost some of its clarity at the end. Honda was currently looking at her with desire, temptation reminding Saber of the pleasure she felt from the night before.
"Sooo... tonight?" Honda asked Saber. He was not sure what she was trying to say exactly with the whole speech, considering that he is not even aware that Saber is a servant. The escort service did say that the service was much akin to a very immersive visual novel. To him her statement was translated as--
-Honda Vision Start-
Saber lays in his arms a smile on her face with a pinkish flowery background. Saber speaks in an excessively cute voice as a text bubble appears.
["Oh Master, I would love to be one with you but I need more time before I can ask for more mana again."]
[Saber will lay with you when her mana is low. Mana level is currently at 100%]
-Honda Vision End-
Saber looked at Honda, her irises fidgeted as she could feel his passionate stare. She gulped.
"The next time I require a prana exchange, then… I suppose we will have to." Saber looked to the side embarrassed. She practically agreed that when low on prana she will come to Honda for more sexual gratification in order to recharge. Just thinking about the whole situation brought a sweatdrop to her forehead.
Honda relented red cheeks on his face as he still could hear Saber's voice in that overly cute voice in his minds' eye. "Ohhh alright. Well, I need some grub anyway, how bout you?" He spoke while getting up from the bed slipping on some sandals and a white shirt along with sweatpants.
Saber held the blanket upwards to cover her chest, maintaining her modesty. She raised herself sitting on the bed, her hair loosened from the style she had last night.
"I do not require any sustenance at the mom-"
GROWL
Honda and Saber stood there quietly for a solid 5 seconds. Neither made a peep and were frozen in place at the almost monstrous rumble.
Honda snorted. "You were saying?" Giving Saber a knowing look. Saber's face was red, it would seem her body was more honest than her words.
--Velune Residence: Kitchen--
Currently Honda was walking with Saber in the hallway towards the kitchen. Saber was currently hoisted over Honda's shoulder.
"Master, I am not wounded, I am fully capable of standing on my own strength!" Saber protested, her legs shaking on Honda's front. Currently she was dressed in an improvised casual attire. (A/n: Think of her casual attire in the anime. White blouse, blue long skirt, leggings, brown shoes.)
Honda shook his head in disagreement. "That growl in your gut is a state of emergency, and there's only one way to fix that. Besides, didn't you like it when I bridal-carried you?" Honda asked.
Saber blushed, ceasing her kicking. "I am a knight, not a princess or a bride…"
Honda grinned. "So you did like it." This prompted Saber's face to look at him wide eyed before looking away in defiance, though her face did grow a redder shade.
Honda opened the kitchen door. Smoke immediately brushed through the gap, immediately dousing Honda's eyes in stinging gray. A fire alarm can be heard ringing loudly along with the gushes of what is obviously a fire extinguisher.
The smoke cleared, enabling both master and servant to see through the smokescreen. There at the oven was Stria. Currently she was wearing a black bikini top, a black apron with a white unicorn symbol on the front in a galloping position. She switched her pants with a pair of tight white pants that reached above her ankles. Her hair was currently done in a slightly messy ponytail. Her cheeks were red in embarrassment, clearly not expecting anyone to see her in this position struggling to work the kitchen.
Honda stood there with a neutral face. His eyes half narrowed in a blank gaze.
"I see you're up early." He said in monotone.
Stria held the fire extinguisher in her hands. Her finger twiddled shyly on the red body of the extinguisher.
"I apologize. I wanted to try to make some scrambled eggs, the next thing I knew…" Stria said, her eyes looking left to right as if looking for a way to hide.
Honda sighed. "It's fine. Though without a house, we cannot make any scrambled eggs. Oh and by the way...um...this is Saber. I invited her to eat with us if you don't mind." Honda turned a bit so Saber could be seen currently hanging over Honda's shoulder with a red blush.
Saber's first internal response was embarrassment. The fact that there was another person here meant that last night, Saber's moans were heard. Her honor as a respectable knight took another blow, especially considering her current position.
The next thing on her mind was the realization that the person in the kitchen was in actuality, a homunculus. Saber did gain a prana exchange earlier from her master, maybe the homunculus Stria was his creation. Seeing Stria in her present attire made Saber look at Honda in a new light. Her master was most definitely a lustful pig.
--Later--
Honda was currently helping Stria make scrambled eggs and some toast. It didn't take long but he also had to dispose of the burnt residue of the pots as well as open the window to let the smoke out. He placed the eggs on the table for the three to eat.
"Alright bon appetit, ladies!" Honda said before he tasted his dish. Stria placed her plate down as it was already clean. A loud belch can be heard from her direction, causing Honda to look in her direction, a sweatdrop on his forehead.
"Is there anymore?" Stria asked.
Stria had residue crumbs on her lips, looking in his direction at his attention towards her. A mild blush on her face.
"What?" The albino asked.
Honda shook his head. "Never mind."
Saber while eating glanced at the two of them. Something about the two here made her think as if she were in a similar position before, though she couldn't recall where. Seeing Honda clean the scrapes off of Stria's mouth as she blushed made her contemplate their connection. Stria picked a crumb off Honda's own face and ate it, making Saber pause. Was it simply master and homunculus? Honda treated Stria gently and as if she were a regular human, even their proximity and comfortability in their closeness bespoke an unspoken connection. This was what she found familiar, that bond between human mage and a homunculus. (A/n: For those Fate/zero watchers you know exactly the couple I am talking about.)
Saber's eyes met Stria's, however the albino possessed a look as if she were more aware of what was going on. It broke Saber's thoughts.
"So...you are a Saber class servant?" Stria asked.
"Yes I am. I apologize that we have yet to meet in person until now, Honda informed me of your situation."
Stria looked at Honda. Her head leaning on her right hand. "Situation?"
Honda scratched the back of his head. His face blushed. "Well, the escort agency sent me a script for the you know, the rules for each escort class to get the action going." He really didn't want to talk about the details. He's still reeling himself from this entire ordeal.
Stria blushed intensely. Yes she was fully aware of what occurred last night. She called an escort to tire Honda out, however a Saber class servant instead came and was mistaken to be the requested call girl, thus leading to certain carnal events that the homunculus would rather not get into. This whole situation was one big misunderstanding. What was crazy about it was that Saber's early arrival could only mean one thing, that the ritual to make Honda a pseudo magus was rendered unnecessary. A seventh mage was recognized by the Holy Grail, completely negating Idores' plan to make a false magus to both initiate and manipulate the war in the first place.
Originally there were six, with the original seventh master dead. Now a seventh was chosen prematurely. To make matters worse, Honda's sleep last night which activated the ritual would mean that…
"Hey Stria, my backs been itching something fierce since this morning, you mind taking a look." Honda had asked looking like he was trying to find some bothersome yet unreachable spot on his back
Stria's eyes opened a tad. She immediately turned Honda around and raised his shirt. There, faintly pulsing a calm aqua shade, on his back was Honda's brand as a pseudo master for the war, his command seal. It was big and stretched from his neck to the bottom near his tailbone. It was shaped like a crest shield. Currently a very small blade turned upside down could be seen in the middle of the crest, identifying a Saber class servant under his command. (Though Honda currently did not know of his master status.)
The ritual should not have been a success and yet here it was. This means currently there are not seven, but eight masters in this war.
Stria felt fear within her. If Deacon or Idores were to discover about there being eight masters, then Honda and her would be dead. Stria was the one who found Honda months before his employment. The fact that the ritual was technically a waste of time would render Stria's work a failure, as Idores' temperament knew no bounds. Idores wouldn't need Honda anymore, as his value as well as Stria's was negated the moment a legitimate seventh magus was chosen. If anything, Honda was now a burden rather than an advantage.
If Saber were to discover Honda's falseness as a master, Saber would be obligated to slay Honda to maintain the secrecy of the Holy Grail War, or at the very least because he was a false magus who needlessly had laid with her, thereby dishonoring her.
The rules of the Grail War are absolute. Seven masters, seven servants. Anything less, the war would not begin. Anything more and any extras had to be dealt with. This would by extension mean that Saber would have to kill Stria as well, due to her part as an accomplice in the ritual that made Honda bear an illegitimate command seal. At the moment Stria had to maintain Honda's fake status as a mage, for both their sakes. Stria immediately placed her hand and with a simple caress calmed the irritation on Honda's back by placing some anti itching ointment on him. The irritation will fade, thus preventing the poor guy from realizing the blazing aqua colored mark on his back.
Stria gulped and looked at Saber, seeing her reaction. The blonde currently seemed unaware as to anything strange. For now at least, they were safe.
Saber chose to ask about one thing.
"Wait, a script? For the Holy Grail War?"
Stria immediately added to cover for Honda. "A rulebook. You see, Honda is relatively new as a magus to the war. He doesn't know much about the exact skillset of each servant, and was curious about it before he met you."
Saber blushed. "Is this why we had to conduct a prana exchange...in a physical manner?" She looked to the side.
Stria nodded. "Yes, it is the only means with which he can provide prana, given his abrupt introduction to the war." Though technically lying, Stria was also telling Saber the truth.
Honda mumbled. "Wait, isn't it mana exchange?" while eating his eggs. To him the ladies were just talking about the escort service Saber was called from. Ironically his confusion added credibility to Stria's claim that he was in all terms a novice magus.
Stria then asked. "Were you satisfied with the exchange Saber?"
Honda and Saber coughed out a piece of egg nearly choking as Stria mentioned their sexual encounter.
Stria was careless with her question. Being a homunculus, she didn't understand when to not ask something so forward.
Saber sweated. The dance and fornication was against her code and yet...still fresh on her mind.
"I...well." Saber looked away from Honda, afraid to answer.
"Leave her alone Stria, I think Saber would rather keep that to herself. Besides I got cleaning to do, so Saber I'm sure you have other clients right?" Honda gave her a hand. Fake acting or not, Honda was damn sure Saber didn't want to answer that so blatantly.
Saber tilted her head. "Clients? For the war, I am your servant. I am not to serve another party, unless they somehow obtained your command seal." Saber explained.
Honda sweatdropped thinking to himself 'Wait so that means, Saber has to stay HERE!? And command seal? Does she mean like a receipt or something?'
Stria knew that Saber as a servant was to remain here thus agreed before Honda would unintentionally put themselves in danger by throwing her out.
"Yes you may sleep in the servant's quarters if you wish."
Saber shook her head. "I must remain close to my master in order to protect him for the duration of the war. Other servants are known to be quick and may strike at night. Though deplorable, such tactics are known to be used."
Honda remembered last night, specifically Lancer. "You're a little late there Saber, some other escort named Lancer showed up last night while you slept."
Stria's eyes widened. "W-what? While she slept?"
Honda smiled as he spoke, unaware of the danger he was in last night. "Don't worry girls, I had the whole thing under control. I kicked his ass out the moment I knew it was a man."
Stria and Saber looked at each other, then at Honda. To Saber, a magus surviving a face to face confrontation with a servant was just highly unlikely. To Stria, a human surviving such an ordeal was simply impossible.
Honda was too busy eating to notice their facial expression.
--Velune Residence: Garden--
Honda was given the task by Stria to trim some of the hedges out back. Unfortunately the hedges look like they haven't been trimmed in years. Weeds filled the entirety of the grass. The hedges seemed overgrown and uneven. It was a repulsive garden for such a high class estate. Saber insisted on going with him to keep him safe as well as to assist with his duties.
"Now Saber, are you sure you want to lend a hand? This is kinda my job, you know." Honda carried some shears on his right hand, currently dressed in a white shirt, a pair of work pants, some goggles and gloves to prevent cutting himself or unintentionally nicking his fingers whilst he works.
Saber smiled reassuring Honda. "Yes I am sure master, it is my duty to protect you should any other servants attempt to strike you. Besides, is it not true that two pairs of hands are better than one? It will take less time between the two of us."
Honda shrugged. "Well, it does sound tempting when you put it that way. Oh and d'you mind calling me by my name? Calling me master is a little strange for me."
Saber looked curious. "Oh? I can see how it may be unusual but you are my master. To call you anything else would be disrespectful."
Honda shook his head "Nah you kidding. I would rather be on normal terms anyway."
Saber smiled sympathetically and also respected his viewpoint. Her master seemed like a laid back individual, and wasn't one to let status dictate dynamics in socializing with others. Saber could see he was a humble man.
Honda then blushed while he handed Saber her own shears. "Besides, if you really are gonna call me master, we can save that for the bedroom if you want."
Saber blushed. Reminding her of the prana exchange made her feel self conscious. Thinking of last night made her remember that when moaning she did refer to him as 'master'. In fact she had done it many times, over...and over.
"I...I suppose, should no one be present during the next exchange, I may refer to you as such, if you ask it of me." Saber mumbled, unsure as to the nature of her compliance in all this.
Honda laughed. "Quite a naughty little knight aren't ya?" He winked, making Saber look away pouting. It was an unconscious reaction. Even Saber herself couldn't fathom how her master could tease her so.
"Okay I'll hold the ladder and you go trim the top. I'll handle the bottom when we're finished. That good for you?" Honda planned. The hedges stretched very far, it would require a ladder to bisect the hedges without suffering an avalanche of foliage.
Saber broke out of her pouting and nodded.
The duo set to work, though the problem Honda now had was that while he held the ladder, Saber insisted on using the shears like a broadsword as opposed to simply using them like the oversized pair of scissors they were, resulting in the hedges being cut uneven and falling right on top of Honda in big messy clumps.
"Um, Saber, open the shears in order to cut the hedges properly." Honda called out.
Saber looked downward but didn't hear him. "Apologies mas- I mean Honda, what did you say?" Saber had already bisected another overly big clump of foliage which crushed Honda, who accidentally let go of the ladder holding Saber. The little knight tipped before falling.
Honda immediately got up and caught the knight before she could potentially break her neck, causing the two to tumble. Saber's shears, thankfully, had fallen a few feet away from them.
Honda was breathing harshly holding onto Saber tight as if to keep her from danger. Saber could only take the embrace as she had landed on Honda's chest, feeling his warmth from under his chest. That thunderous beat of his heart pounding against her eardrums. Saber's eyes had gently closed while listening to the heartbeat before she refocused and detached herself from Honda's chest to look at her master.
"Are you hurt, Honda?" Saber asked worriedly.
Honda cracked open one eye. "A little, nothing too bad." He lifted himself on his elbows, his face closer to Saber. He hadn't planned on the close encounter but seeing her this close in the gleaming sunlight made him admire Saber's face. Her radiant golden hair and those lovely big emerald eyes of hers. She was a beauty alright.
Saber had blushed at Honda's intense stare. They were close, with Saber on top of her master, against the grass and sunlight, it was almost majestic. Just the two of them here. Stria would be unable to see them if they were to...embrace once more.
Honda's stare grew gentle as he caressed Saber's face. "Are you okay, Saber?" He whispered.
Saber slowly nodded wordlessly, almost afraid of her words betraying her. Honda's touch made her warm. She shouldn't let this continue. As a knight, she was a warrior, a blade to serve her masters' will in this war. As a failure as a king in her past she didn't deserve it. This gentle affection wasn't what a servant was supposed to have, even if both parties may desire otherwise.
Wait, both?
Whatever mental tirade Saber was on Honda's voice broke her from her thoughts. He was a tad closer to her face.
"Saber…" Honda whispered, edging towards her.
"H-Honda, we shouldn't." Saber said.
Honda looked at Saber. He smiled. "Why not? It's just us here." He looked left and right as he spoke.
Saber looked downward. "I am...just a servant."
Honda rejected that self deprecating stance. "No, you are a person, you are Saber."
Saber tried to argue something else. "It's not decent, I am a knight."
Honda responded back. "Yeah, and I'm a magician. Last I checked, knights and magic go hand in hand in almost every story."
Saber blushed more. She felt his gaze but he didn't come closer. She looked towards Honda and without her knowing her mind blanked.
"Well if you really don't want to I guess let's get back to mmph--" Honda was about to relent until he felt his lips being claimed by another.
The blonde practically dominated the kiss before she could even fathom what she was doing. Saber wasn't sure as to what came over her, or why she refused to let go. All Saber knew was that she held Honda's face to hers, shocking even Honda with this burst of passion. Where did it come from?
Saber only released from Honda when she was out of breath. Both were breathing haphazardly from the intense make out session.
Honda's eyes were spinning. When he refocused his eyesight, he could see the ravenous blonde, face flushed looking at him with prevalent want. She looked like someone in need.
"Master…" the knight gasped out.
Honda was too turned on to debate with his rationality so he pulled Saber into another kiss, the blonde wasting no time to pull him into her embrace. Their lips swarmed one another, wanting. Their bodies rolled around amongst the grass and trimmed hedges as the two were captivated by one another that they had practically left the shears they had brought, abandoning their duties in favor of desire.
--Velune Residence: Stria's Room--
Stria was currently on her smartphone. Idores had called earlier to probably give her orders or at least update on the current events of the Holy Grail War. It was why she had Honda outside to trim the garden until she was finished with the call.
"Stria, was the ritual finished?" Idores asked simply.
Stria answered honestly. "Yes, Honda is now a magus recognized by the grail."
Idores seemed to have sighed. Stria felt confused, isn't that what Idores wanted in the first place?
Stria asked. "Is something wrong, my lady?"
"No shit something's wrong! What the hell do you think, you goddamn fool!?" Idores barked harshly. Stria stood silent, she was used to her random bursts of anger to know that it is best to stay silent.
Idores spoke after a few seconds of calming down. "It turns out that servants are appearing in random locations throughout the city, far from their usual summoning circles. According to Deacon, there is also an unforeseen side effect of the ritual."
Stria listened attentively.
"Servants seem to be acting abnormally. Reports seem to suggest that even their strength has diminished somewhat. We still don't know as to the why.…"
--Velune Residence: Garden--
Saber and Honda were currently making out. Honda was on the bottom, Saber on top. Their clothes were still on, though currently were messy as the duo clinged to one another not caring about their state of dress.
"...I just received a new intel, one was seen heading north. Almost like it's drawn to something." Idores said as from afar, a silhouette could be seen atop the residence watching the duo in the garden."
"Stria, it's heading in your direction!"
Stria's eyes widened.
CHAPTER END
