Nothing really to say other then all credit to Laurence Wu for this idea and also all rights to their owners as I own nothing.
El-Melloi was currently glowing over his desk at the mess that was in front of him. It was his fault of course as if the pounding in his head was a constant reminder of this. Almost as if punishing him for his shortsightedness in his actions made only hours ago.
El-Melloi still wasn't completely sure as to what could've possibly possessed him to steal that drink from Barthomeloi in the first place. But he had done it and now, as he once again glanced over his study. He was now left to deal with any and all consequences of his actions.
He then sighed to himself knowing there was nothing he could change about his current situation by bitching about it. As he finally came to terms with the fact that Queen her could very well be storming towards office at this very moment, El-Melloi summoned the strength to rise from his chair to face the challenges of the day no matter what they were.
"I'm just glad that nobody here to see this." El-Melloi was of course he was referring to the fact that he still hadn't found his pants.
As he still couldn't figure out as to where those bloody things had gotten to was absolutely beyond him.
Which had become a large problem now considering that class were now only three short hours away and he was currently sitting in his underwear.
So naturally it left him with a couple of choices top of which were that he could either clean up his study/office in time for classes while relying on magic to fix his problems. Or he could do probably the most obvious things and sneak out of the building and back to his apartment which was ten block away mind you, to retrieve a pair of his own pants in time for classes.
It was a rather tough decision however considering the spot he was currently in. As such both actions did have their advantages and consequences the most severe of which was probably the had him left his study in this sorry state. And as if to add insult to injury, in all likelihood he would've been late to his own classes wells he was retrieving that pair pants.
Which didn't take a genius to figure out that this would definitely reflect badly on him.
Add to that what had happened yesterday and he could easily be looked at possibly of loosing his job. As he already aware that the sharks were probably already circling around him looking for the slightest excuse to move in for the kill and steal his position of power with Association.
But he did have ways of dealing with the sharks and denying this opportunity, still it came with it own set of problems. As he could easily stay and clean up his study up to a point to where it would at least be presentable to his students and other high-ranking Magi that he slated to receiving his study.
But this did not allow him to go out and retrieve a replacement pair of pants. But instead he would be relying on: Gradation Air or as it was more commonly called projection magic. And with it he would be able to create a nearly foolproof illusion that he was wearing pants.
However this didn't come without a catch. As he was making a fake pair of pants out of pure magic to stand in for his real ones and this was where the problem lied. As it was something not of this world and as such it would be removed in order to correct anomaly and in doing so most likely leaving him in his boxers in front of his students.
Still this was easy enough to countered if he constantly fed Mana into Gradation Air to sustain it long enough to hopefully make it'll lunch time.
At which point he could make an excuse to leave to retrieve what is needed.
So it could possibly work.
Still there was the very obvious risk that if his concentration slipped for only a moment that projection would fade away leaving him in a very compromised position in front of his colleagues.
But considering the fact that his job could be on the line El-Melloi was more than willing to take this risk.
"I just hoped that 'He' doesn't learn about this." El-Melloi said to himself as he could only imagine what would happen to him if the Clock Towers resident vampire found out about this.
As he could hardly imagine the old troll pass up on this golden opportunity to fuck around with a high ranking Magi of the Association for his own personal amusement.
As it was definitely in the realm of possibility that it could happen unfortunately, but considering that fact that his job could very well on the line he was more then willing to deal with it. As it was needlessly to say that if he lost his job it would be akin to losing a piece of himself. And this was absolutely something he would allow, not without a fight at least.
As this was something worth fighting for and more important he would fight to the bitter end then ever break his promise to his lord.
"As I will go down fighting on my feet then grumbling and do nothing on my knees. Just like my lord would've wanted me to do. Because glory and achievements will last forever unlike pride which comes and goes." El-Melloi said to himself remembering that which he had learned from the Holy Grail War.
As it was his wounded pride that lead him into that war in the first place. A decision that will quickly turned out to be both the best and worst decision of his life. As he had jumped head first into the conflict without so much as a plan other then get back at those he thought had wronged him.
But thankfully he had Rider by his side to watch over and mentor his younger self. He was truly grateful for his patient with him as he helped to forge him into what he was today.
Still if he could change one thing about the war outcome it was that Rider was by his side today.
But El-Melloi was more then aware that he wasn't going to get anything done in time if he wasted it by reminiscing on past memories as he still had a room to clean up and now had less then two and a half hours to do it.
So he finally stood up and started to clean up his study. But not before he had used Gradation Air to make himself a pair of pants. He worked mostly in silence only speaking to mutter a curse at himself when stepped on what he assumed was something important.
As it was nearly impossible to tell what he's was stepping on as the entire floor was covered in papers that so badly mixed together he wasn't sure as to what he was probably stepped on.
Because for all he knew he could be stepping on either a work related paper which wasn't a big deal or he could be stepping on papers related to a lost ritual he's trying to piece together which could be a big deal if he ended up ruining it with dirt from his shoes. As ever paper for that was irreplaceable as it was the only one of it kind.
And that wasn't even mentioning that if he was particularly unlucky that he would end up step on something that would either shatter under foot or hold firm long enough for him to pick it up and put it back in it respected place.
But it was needless to say that he was definitely going to need to replace a lot of materials after this. Which was definitely which was definitely not gonna be easy considering the fact that his budget for the year had been severely undercut in the last couple of months.
Even so he pretty confident that he could easily replace most of the stuff as he was mostly ended up stepping on were simple glass beaker which were a dime a dozen. But unfortunately there were other things that were definitely going to be a lot harder to get his hands on.
Like for example of this was a couple of rare samples of Homunculus embryos from the dark ages as they were starting to refine the process to what it was today, was definitely up there on the already growing list of things he had to replace.
And that wasn't even mentioning the lost of one of a kind items on loan from the tower private vault. He was definitely going to have one hell of a time coming up with an excuse for why the item in care were either broken, damaged or destroyed to their caretakers.
But that could be taken care of later on once he knew what he had destroyed. But at any rate he made a quickly mental note to himself to be more careful while moving around less he risk accident destroying another indispensable material by accident and make his own job of explaining what had happened all the more harder the it already was.
Anyway as he was busy putting papers on the finer part of alchemy back to their proper spot. He unexpectedly found himself tripping on something that had been hidden underneath papers he had yet to clean.
"AAHHH!" El-Melloi cried out in alarm as he fell.
And as he fell the only thing that ran through El-Melloi's mind was the hope that he didn't fall on any of his ceremonial blade that were currently missing from their usual spots, as it would be extremely embarrassing to die by falling on your own knife you had miss place.
But luckily for El-Melloi he didn't land on anything like that as he hit the floor hard with a strong 'THUD!'
Thankfully despite the hard landing El-Melloi was quick to recover from this as he was quick to picked himself up as he then checked to see as to what he had tipped over. As he didn't remember having anything in his position that was heavy enough to trip over like that.
"I just hope that I haven't stolen anything too important that I can't talk myself out of it." El-Melloi said to himself as he removed the papers to reveal something that he wasn't expecting.
It was a sword. But not just any sword, it was a sword that he knew only from it descriptions from the tales of King Arthur.
With its matching description of it golden blade inscribed with ancient language that ran up it filler and its highly decorated rain guard that also used navy blue and gold in it which match the rest of the handle of the blade.
But what he was seeing should've been impossible as the blade in question had been destroyed long ago when the one and future king and broken the code of chivalry causing the blade to shatter as a result of her actions.
"H-HOW!" Was the only word that came to El-Melloi upon realizing the magnitude of what he just stumbled upon.
As he came to wonder as to how ever Caliburn came to rest in his study. Still that question didn't matter to him now as the implications of it did.
This was because El-Melloi knew that the blade itself was the problem as to what it could possibly unlock did.
As in the legends of King Arthur it was said when he drew fourth the sword in the stone he was grant immortality. If which true could be a problem considering the fact Avalon, Caliburn original scabbard was currently being held the within the Clock Tower by the young head of the Tōsaka house hold.
As such if Caliburn's return becomes public knowledge, El-Melloi had no doubts in his mind that those in the Association would engage in battle to obtain custody of the relic. There was no doubt that the Holy Church and at least a couple of government organizations would also take it interest in acquiring this so called sacred relic.
Which of course wasn't something he couldn't allow.
Not only for the good of the Mages Association but quite possibly for the world as a whole. As he could on imagine the fallout if televise images of Mages battling out on the street of London was how the world was introduced to the world of the Thaumaturgy and let alone how they would react this.
As he guessed that it would be followed by something akin to a declaration of war. As these two worlds enter a war for survival.
A war that El-Melloi knew that the Association would loss this war, as it was down to the simple fact that didn't have enough bodies to sustain such an effort on their side.
As he knew that in all likelihood the Holy Church would side against them consider their bad relations with one and also seeing this as an opportunity to eliminate there rival once for all. Given their enemies all the information they needed to fight a effort war against them.
But even so, it was going to be a blood bath. There was no other way to say it as it would end with thousands killed on each side.
Which was something he could never allow himself to let pass on his watch. As he had a duty not only to the Association but to himself and humanity as a whole to prevent this from occurring.
But he was currently faced with the rather glaring problem as to how he was going to hide Caliburn within his study with less then an hour to do so. As he wasn't going to be able to smuggle it out of the room let alone the Clock Tower with the remaining time he had been classes started for today.
So El-Melloi had to entertaining the possibility of asked reaching out for assistance in this matter. It was rather obviously going to ask his apprentice Gray to help him in this endeavor.
As she wasn't a real stranger when it came to this kinda thing considering sorta thing considered the fact that she had Rhongomyniad the lance of King Arther under her care. So informing her about the current situation he was in shouldn't be a problem of her considering the fact that she was also hiding Rhongomyniad from most of the Association as well.
"Still I just hope she doesn't get any funny ideas." El-Melloi amused himself as he imagined Gray using the Caliburn to gain full control of Britain.
This was because his apprentice Gray was in fact a descendent from the Pendragon blood line. The very same blood line as the famous King Arthur.
But in all likelihood she wasn't a direct descendent of that famous King, but instead and was more likely she was the offspring of one of the closely connected family members of that line like a sister or bother or something along those lines.
Still that made him wonder as to whether she could actually use Caliburn to its fullest.
Even so he wasn't very keen on finding out first hand as that would probably mean that he has exhausted all his options and have no other choice with how to deal with this matter.
Still for him to avoid this, El-Melloi knew that he had to get more support on his side. And that meant going into the Clock Towers cutthroat political system to get what support he need.
But this route came with it own risk, as backstabbing was common in little is guaranteed from those you worked with.
But unfortunately for El-Melloi this was only option opened to him that didn't end up with him starting a civil war within the Association.
As it was the Association was barely stable after he and the young Tōsaka disassembled the Heavens Feel ritual, now add a relic of immense power into the mix and a civil war wasn't out of the cards.
So he knew that he had to tread carefully as he planned out his next move. Still that would have to wait as he needed to figure out the glaring problem of how he could possibly hide Caliburn within his personal study with the time he had left.
As leaving it plain sight was out of the question and even if he used his Magecraft to mask it presents there was no guarantee that it would work. As even now the bounded field currently around his study was failing holding in the magical energy the blade emanating from itself.
Which was going to be a major problem considering that it was leaking into the main part of the Clock Tower where at least one of the major Lords visited at least once a day.
Still El-Melloi was more confident that he can deal with this. Even so his biggest worry was that what ever he did wouldn't be enough to throw off what he considered his biggest roadblock in all of this.
The Meluastea branch of the Association as they where absolutely impossible to deal with once they believe they were onto something. This was because once they came to suspected that someone in the Association were hoarding artifacts for them for themselves.
They tended to hound that person until they knew that nature of that artifact they were hiding and then they would judge where or not it was worth the effort to retrieve it from them.
So El-Melloi obviously had to be very careful as to no draw their eye on to him less he wanted to lose Caliburn.
Still he knew that bounded fields were out of the question considering how his was holding up. It was going to be a challenge for him to figure this out. But strangely enough he was finding himself excited at the prospect of this challenge before him.
Maybe it was because he hadn't had such a challenge in a long time. But for what even reason it was he more then confident that he ready to meet what ever challenges were thrown in front of him.
As he finally got to work.
While El-Melloi was busy dealing with that, Boudica mean while had just finished the task of chopping firewood as she returned to her impromptu campsite.
The same as she had been doing for the last couple of hours while she had been waiting for her Master to awaken from his slumber. And in the other times when she didn't have anything to do, Boudica found herself pacing around the campsite as she waited impatiently for her new Master to wake up.
This was mostly do to the fact that she was nervous about him. Mostly because she wasn't sure as to whether or no she was dealing with a top end Magi or some random guy off the street who knew deadly squat about the world of magic around them.
And if that was the case it was her duty as a Servant to at least explain the basis of magic to him if this was the case. Even so Boudica wasn't really looking forward to this as she wasn't completely sure if she could explain it all frankly.
Even so she was duty bound to at least explain the basic to him to the best of her ability and hope that it was enough for the moment. Still any confidence that she had in her ability to deal with the situation did this little to calm her overall anxiety.
As those anxieties would only cease when she had the opportunity to fully talk with him.
Which was soon she hoped as she then looked over to check on him once again only to see that he was still sleeping. But thankfully his magical circuits had finally settled down since the last time she checked they were still active last time she had checked up on him.
She was at least great full for that at least but still it left her wondering as to why they had reacted to her like that in the first place?
It was a question that had been bugging her for the last couple of hours now and one she hoped to get some answers if any from her Master when he woke up.
But unfortunately for her own curiosity it had to wait until then.
"But still. What do I say to him, when he wakes up? How do I explain to him that I'm his Servant he's my Master if it comes to that?" Boudica asked herself this question as she now watched the campfire that was burning in front of her.
This was because she had no answer as to how she was going to explain this to him if it came to that.
Which was something which made her truly nervous.
As she didn't have something to fall back on if the worst happened to her. It kinda scared her in that regard as to where or not she would be accepted by him.
This was the part that she hate about being a Servant as to be chained to ones Master without any say in the matter.
As it wasn't fated that all Masters and Servants to get along with one another which could easily lead to some of the more unrestrained Servants to out right killing their Masters.
Thankfully for hers she was one of those who were more restricted in that regard. Even so she did have a line that she wouldn't cross and if she did she would kill her Master if they were the one who pushed her across that line.
Still Boudica hoped that it wasn't the case as she really didn't want to do that anytime soon. But she was more then aware that only time would tell as to where or not they would get along with one another.
But she hoped for the latter in that regard but was more then ready to act if it didn't.
Still this did very little stoke her fears as then she looked around for a stone to use to sharpen her sword.
It was also something she had to do considering the fact that she had used it only minutes earlier to chop wood with. It was probably not the best use of her weapon considering the fact it wasn't meant to do that.
But considering the fact it was the only thing shape enough to chop the wood Boudica was willing to use in in such a matter.
This was also because Boudica didn't really care for the sword as it was only a copy of her original sword that she had used during her life. Also she definitely had other more important things to worry about then the authenticity of her weapon and whether or not it actually need to be sharpened.
As the heath of her Master was quickly becoming her top priority as it was rather difficult to figure out what condition he was in considering the fact that he had been healed by magical bull shit.
And yes a Heroic Spirit was calling Magecraft magical bull shit.
As this was mostly do to the fact that she barely understand the magical arts even though she had knew a bit about the subject then most others. As she had learned what little she knew about the arts while in the care of her Druid teachers.
Still they hadn't taught her much more the basic idea of it due to the fact that she was unable to utilize Magecraft herself. Which was understandable considering that their efforts were put to better use in training someone with enough magical circuits to utilize the magical arts as she didn't fit this criteria.
Even so Boudica was still curious as to how Magecraft worked at any rate. As it had a tendency to complicate the world for mere mortals of her time.
Still she doubted she would understand the explanation she was given. But she was curious at any rate to hear as to what the answer to her question would be.
But curiosity would do little for her now as Boudica was now hoping that her Master hadn't inadvertently hurt himself.
As she somewhat suspected that his magical circuits had miss fire without either party knowing it. And if they had the effects on her Master could very from him waking up with a extremely aching body to quite possibly putting himself into a comatose state.
Boudica was hoping for the latter as she couldn't sense that her Master wasn't in immediate danger. But then again that sense was more meant to alert her to external threats not internal ones.
Which was comforting thought considering that fact that her Master was only feet from her possibly in a coma with her none the wiser. So as you could imagine Boudica was rather conflicted at to whether or not she was doing the right thing by wait for him to come out of.
Still she was going to wait at least until noon and if he didn't come out of it... well let's just say that the two of them was going to have to deal with some real upset Mages Association members in the near future.
But thankfully she wouldn't have to put her plan into action as what could only be describe as a twitch transmission through their Master Servant bond alerted her that he was waking up.
As quickly as she could, Boudica made her way over to her Master side. While walking towards him she quickly grabbed the small thing of soup that she had warming on the fire for him as she was assuming that he hadn't had anything to eat in more then a day.
And as she finally came to sit beside him she only hoped that next ten minutes went the way she hoped.
"Ugh. What? Where? Where am I?" Edward asked himself struggling back to consciousness as he struggling to remember what had happened to him only hours before as he then tried to sit up only to be met with indescribable pain from his midsection.
"Ah!" He voice gave out before he could even cry out in pain.
But just as he was about to collapse back onto the ground a hand placed itself on the square of his back catching him in mid fall.
"Don't push yourself! You're still recovering from what happen earlier." Came a soft and yet very concerned female voice from Edward left side.
Edward then tried to look over to see who was the person that was helped him only to inflict more pain upon himself for trying to do so.
As it was quickly becoming obvious to him that he couldn't stay in this position, at least not for much longer as the pain radiating from his midsection was now becoming unbearable.
"Can you-ARG! Help me up?" Edward asked the female voice to only be met with silence.
The silence was deafening for him as it dragged on for what felt like hours until she responded.
"I could help you up. But I wouldn't recommend it will probably aggravate your condition push yourself too so." The voice warned him about the obvious.
Still it wasn't hard to ignore the note of worry in her voice. As Edward took that into consideration as he decide whether or not to force himself up even though his body was giving him all the signs for him not to push his luck.
But unfortunately for his body he was one stubborn son of a bitch and as such he was going to force himself away despite all the pain he was in.
"Yay, I'm sure. Just, AH!" Edward then cried out in pain as he unknown caretaker started pushing up on his back unexpectedly.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to move you that fast." Apologized the woman realizing her mistake, but despite the unexpected pain Edward was now sitting position.
Edward didn't immediately respond to her as he was in too much pain to do so and he was also trying his best to resist the urge to vomit. As he was instantly coming to regret his decision already as he fought to control his stomach and keep himself upright at the same time.
"Here drink this." Said the voice again as he then found that a cup had appeared only inches from his mouth.
For a moment Edward hesitating upon seeing this. At least until he noticed realized how dry his mouth was and that the pain in his stomach had suddenly stopped. As he recalled that he hadn't had anything to drink since yesterday.
So begrudgingly and against his better judgment Edward forcing himself drink the mixture that was right front of his face. As he quickly figured out it was a soup of some kind and not a real good one at any rate.
"I'm sorry if it doesn't taste that good. But I didn't really have much to work with when I was throwing it together." Apologized the woman once again as Edward handed the cup back to her and finally look over to see who the person he had been talking to for the last couple of minutes.
He was rather surprised to say the least when he saw who he had been talking to.
She was in her late twenties earlier early thirds if he had to venture a guess. She was a rather average looking woman by most standards, with short unkept red hair tied up until little ponytail. With a unremarkable looking face that was seemingly dominated by nose and mouth which always seem to be on the edge of a smile alongside her bright sky blue eyes that seemed to have some sort of spark behind them.
But this wasn't what surprised Edward of course. What surprised him was the fact that what she was wearing didn't seem to line up with the face in front of him. As her clothes were that of a slut as she was wearing what he could only describe as a shameless two piece speedo and what he could only call a bra or something like that held together with a golden ring at the front only barely holding back her bust.
Still she must've seen his face change or something else that tipped her off as she then sighed and said.
"It's the clothes isn't it?" She asked Edward to which nodded yes to her inquiry.
She sighed once again as she shock her head and then remade eye contact with him.
"Trust me, this isn't my first choice of clothing either." She said once again shaking her head in shamefully at the Grail choice of clothes for her.
"Okay." Edward said still somewhat unsure as to make of that as he continued. "Do you mind if I ask what you name is?" Edward asked trying to change the subject.
Boudica then paused for a moment as she mawed over whether or not she should use her Class designation or her real name to answer this question.
She quickly settled on using her real name as she was now working under the assumption that he was a non-Magi and it would cut down on any confusion on his part.
"Boudica. My names Boudica." Boudica said as she careful watching his face for any reaction.
And judged by his lack of reaction on his part she guess that she probably corrected in assuming that he wasn't a Mages. Still that didn't mean that she was ruling it out as her Master then replied.
"Hmm, an interesting name. Alright Boudica since it's only fair, my name it Edward." Said her newly introduced Master.
"Very well Edward. Would you mind me asking how it was you came to be out here?" Boudica asked him this because she really was curious as to how he had come to be here.
As it was most likely that he wasn't out of his free will. If the state she had found him in was any indication.
"I was. Oh. OH NO! I-I have to! Fucking hell!" Edward cursed as he tried to force himself up.
His sister. She need him!
"Please! Don't push yourself! You'll only reopen your wound!" Boudica pleaded as she placed a restraining hand on him as it just hit him what she had just said.
Edward then looked down to see that where his stab wound should've been only to find a strange looking scare in it place.
"I-I was injured. Do you?" He asked the opened ended question completely unsure as to how this had happened.
Boudica for her part wasn't completely sure as to how to explain how to explain this next part to him. So she did the only thing that came to mind, which was put on her friendly face and give it to him straight.
"I didn't. It was mostly you in a sense." Boudica said not entirely sure how to explain what had happened the night before and as to how forging their contract had inexplicably kicked of his magical circuits to heal him at the same time.
As she understand just as much he would if she tried to explained it to him.
"What do you mean?" Edward asked Boudica as his suddenly got the feeling he wasn't going to like the answer to this question.
"Well how do I put this, um... well. By any chance Edward do you believe in magic?" Boudica asked him this extremely awkwardly question as she saw no other way around this subject.
As she knew that she was probably going to be forced to explain this soon or later. But little did she know by doing this she had unknowingly tipped her Master off to what she was.
But rather unfortunately for both of them Edward had already draw the wrong conclusion as to what she was in his mind.
'Just my fucking luck. To be saved by a Homunculus of all things.' He thought as he tried to figure out what he should say next to her.
This was because Edward had a something of a bad relationship when it came to things of the Thaumaturgy. As he had some rather bad experiences while dealing with it in his earlier life. Not to say it was truly bad per say but it didn't paint a rather good picture of it either.
It also didn't mean he wasn't great full to this Homunculus for saving his life. It was rather any bad experience he had in the past and present overshadowed anything he was feeling now.
So Edward had to control himself in what he said to her, less he snapped up and made his current situation worse.
"As in dragons, witchcraft and such things like that?" Edward said playing dumb for the moment.
Which was rather unfortunate for Boudica as Edward answer was the final nail in the coffin for her that put to rest any chances that he was a Magi in her eyes.
'This going to be a complete pain in the ass to explain everything to him.' Boudica thought knowing she had her work cut out for her for what she assumed was someone completely oblivious to the world of magic.
Still she did have an idea as to how she was going to get him to believe her.
"No I mean actually magic. As in this!" Boudica cried out as she then materialized her sword and quickly unleashed a Mana projectile summit smashing a nearby rock to smithereens.
By doing this she was hoping to shocking him into listening into what ever she said. And by the look on Edwards face she assumed that it had worked, but not in the way she had intended.
As Edward was now in a full on panic over what he had just witnessed.
This was because Boudica without any hesitation on her part had just directly expose the existence of magic to him. Something which those in the Theaumaturgy had deemed could never be allowed under any circumstances. As any who did so were to be killed on sight and all evidence of maigic eradicated from the public record.
Which left Edward in a really bad spot considering his own circumstances that he was constantly dealing with.
"What are you exactly?" Edward asked her the best question that came to his mind.
As he figured that would base his next respond upon her answer to this question.
"What I am Edward is your Servant. And you are my Master." Boudica said finally decided to drop that bombshell on him.
As Boudica declaration had immediately threw any of Edward previous plans with dealing with her right out the window.
"I know you have many questions for me Edward. And I'll do my best to explain them. But first off you should know that..." It was around this point that Edward had stopped listening to Boudica to pour over what he's been told.
As he was currently shifting through his opinion now that his original plans for dealing with her had been shattered by her proclamation that he was her Master.
'How the fuck I'm I suppose to deal with? And more important how the hell did I even land in this mess in the first place?' Edward asked him as he then came wonder as to how Boudica also came to here in the first place as well.
As it was very obvious that she was probably a very valuable Homunculus, so much so that she had probably never been allowed to set foot outside of their owners estate.
Now that she had Boudica probably wanted to exercise this new found freedom by taking on a new Master who would take her in any out into the world.
Still this whole situation left a really bitter taste in his mouth in Edward mouth as it reminded him something that he had tried his best to keep under lock and key and away from the limelight. Even so he managed to he push those feelings out of his mind as they would serve him no good for what he was about to do.
As he had to do as it wasn't only good for himself but her as well as in all likelihood he couldn't giver her what she possibly wanted.
As he couldn't afford to take that chance that her original would could come knocking at his door in order to reclaim her because it wasn't only he wellbeing that he had to take into consideration as well.
So in conclusion Edward had to get rid of her as he couldn't afford to take the risk of taking her.
Which was a problem in itself as the easiest way of doing that had been slammed shut the moment she had informed him that she was her Master. So that left only option available to him as to how to do that and it was one which he would've rather to avoided using.
But unfortunately he didn't have much choice in how he dealt with this matter.
As such he prepared himself for what came next as there was no going back once he started down this road.
"I have no need for a servant. And as such, I'm not your master." Edward finally stated as he interrupting Boudica as she was in the middle of explaining the finer points of something Edward couldn't care less about.
She was expecting something about the cup of Christ or something like that, not that he didn't much care about it at any rate. Of course as you could imagine Boudica was taken completely aback by this unexpected proclamation by her Master.
'Is this some sick joke? Has he not been listening to what I've been explaining to him for the last ten minutes?' Boudica asked herself silently as she tried to think of a response to what Edward had just said.
But before Boudica could come up with a response her Master then shocked her once again as he then forced himself to stand up as he then dropped his next bomb shell on her.
"As such I renounced my ownership over you as a master. And as such I insist that you seek out another." Edward stated much to Boudica's continuing disbelief.
As she couldn't even begin to comprehend what was coming out if his mouth at this very moment. But one thing now as painful clear, and that was the fact that he hadn't listened to a single thing that she had said. Because if Edward had he would know that to do that she would have to kill him or remove his magic circuits to do what he was suggesting.
Which was something that she knew that Edward would never approve of.
Still that left her in a really bad spot as to how she was going to talk her way out of this and convincing him of what she was say. As it was obvious now that he had been placating her till the moment was right to drop his bombshell.
"I don't think you have a real grasp on the situation at hand-" Boudica started to say before she was cut off by Edward.
"Oh? You think so. Well I think I understand what's going on here completely." Edward said as he now approached her so close that she could feel his breath on her face as he towered over her as he steeled himself for what he had to say next.
"So I'm just going to say it as it is. Stay the hell away from me you lying slut ridden whore! I have no need for a crazy ass bitch like you!" Edward said almost forcing himself to be angry even though he didn't really feel it.
And once he was done he then turned and walked away leaving Boudica still too shocked to follow him.
As she was still coming to terms with what her Master had said to her as she now knew that her worst fears had had just been realized.
As her Master had rejected her.
DONE! I hope you enjoyed it even if I felt like butcher a large part of it even after I went through more then six drafts and settled on this one. But hay I can always come back to it later of it's that bad or else I'll probably be editing it for probably eight months.
So once again I apologize for what I feel is bad quality on my part.
Now moving along I wanted to go with something a little different as it seems that everyone in fate stories always accept they are a Master of a Servant.
As I know I wouldn't if some told me that I was their Master. So you have something a little different too look forward to for the next little while as a Servant goes about the modern world.
Also I'll touch on how Edward knows a bit about the Thaumaturgy later on in the next chapter or two.
Also yes that bit with describing Boudica was a little jab at her character design. As I don't mind fan service even I have a limit to what I'll tolerate as I think that she could've been this amazing if they were with a more influenced Celtic warrior design with her.
Anyway before I go off in a full rant mode. REVIEWS! And three to boot.
First off it's once again Laurence himself.
Thanks for the review on the last chapter as what I was referring to was in fact the lore bit.
You wouldn't believe how hard it was to draft and simplify Type Moon lore. But then again you're also writing a Fate story so you probably know this as well.
Anyway the state sheet at the end could probably of been better implemented and by the time you seen this is should've been removed as I've had time to thing it over and will try something different in that regard.
Next up is Darebear the bear.
That was what I was aiming for with this story. Still feel free to show some love to Laurence Wu for inspiring me to make the story.
Also thanks for letting me know about that app I'll checked it out. But I'm not entirely sure if it's the right one as it says I cannot use it on my iPad because of the new IOS update.
Let me knew if you think I have the right one and once again thanks for your support for the story.
And finally this brings us to the Canadian Magus.
Not really as I'm mostly planning to focus on my main case as I find myself struggling if I put in too many characters at once. Still that doesn't mean it won't happen, but it's unlikely that more Masters will appear in my story as I would rather put all my effort into building up my main cast. As with fate I find it to be one of their biggest missed opportunity to do in the fate series at a whole.
For example Cù Chulainn was a bad ass in his life but he's unfortunately skipped over and has become the butt end of jokes in fate. Still even I find myself wanting a little Lancer blood to keep the blood gods in check.
But as for Servants as a whole well you'll just have to wait who shows up as there's going to be some gaps between where they're going to show up. But I do have a Berserker in mind and they'll maybe taking care of a goldfish later on in the story if they do show up.
But perhaps I've already said too much ;)
Also a note I had to change the story direction. That was do to the fact that I realize how unlikable two main characters were going to be if done the way I intended. Also I just kept running into dead ends with my plot.
This maybe unnecessary but I felt compelled to tell you about it in case it effect my work/story and if so tell me.
Anyway with that off my chest till next time have a good one.