So sorry for the lateness of this chapter, but school has started up once more and I've lost most of my free time. I'll try to continue writing as much as I can and I apologize for the short length of this chapter. I hope to make it up to you guys next time with an interlude about Rin's past experiences in the Sub Holy Grail War.

As a young girl, Rin had always idolized her father. She saw him as a perfect figure to base what her future self would be on. So it was with great heartache that she had to learn to let go of the dead and instead hang on to the lessons given by them.

She kept learning, never stopping. Quickly, she became an incredible magus and ended up participating in a Subspecies Holy Grail War, summoning the servant Saber to aid her in her battle.

The Grail War was full of twists and turns that hardened her mind and body. Of course, she ended up winning the damn battle, but not without severe losses.

She lost her sister to another competitor, she had lost her best friend and she had lost her home. Such were the evils of war.

She took her revenge of course. She had enjoyed seeing the one that had killed her sister literally boil from the inside-out when Excalibur Galatine had pierced his chest. She'd then went and procured all of their magecraft-related books as compensation for the loss of her own.

While searching the man's headquarters, she had noticed a letter with a recognizable seal. How could she not recognize it? It was the seal of the clan that had forced her family into hiding and forced them out of their own country and into Rome of all places.

She had been surprised to learn that the leader of the clan was the same one as sixty years ago and that his youthfulness had yet to disappear.

Rin Tohsaka was many things. Kind, prodigal and a genius, but forgiving and patient were not proper adjectives to describe her by.

An unholy rage filled her as she learned that that man, Darnic Preston Yggdmillennia, had been the one feeding information to the one that had murdered her sister.

And so, her mind was made. She would kill that man and destroy everything he ever worked for. And she'd do it in the worst kind of way, from the inside.

A new look and a new identity. She even changed her style of magecraft and faked her death. She made Darnic believe that the Tohsaka's were finally completely wiped off the face of the Earth.

She was now Tomoe Mitsuzuri, a fourth-generation magus that had a specialty in curses. She had managed to get into the clan by becoming friends with a certain wheelchair-bound girl, Fiore Forvedge Yggdmillennia, one of the few first-class mages of the clan.

She had risen up the ranks through sheer talent and political proficiency until she finally managed to reach a high enough position to become a Master just in time for the Greater Grail War that Darnic had planned for.

That brought her to this day, her servant, Arjuna of the Pandavas, bowing before her undisguised form.

"You are to reveal this knowledge to no one, Archer. Can I trust you with that?" Her beautiful blue eyes narrowed severely as her command seals started to glow dimly, the subtle threat not going unnoticed by her servant.

"The command seals will be unnecessary, master. My loyalty is yours and yours only as long as you can follow one request of mine." Arjuna said as he got up slowly, his hair shadowing his eyes. He could not let her see the "Black". Such a being was for him alone to face. "If Karna has been summoned in this war, I must be the one to defeat him."

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Jeanne sighed in relief as she was finally able to relax, all of her summoned servants being currently in spirit form. She had been surprised and completely flabergasted at her newest servant's identity. It had taken her some time for her head to wrap around the fact that the Grail thought it was necessary to summon someone as powerful as that man.

She sighed once more, deciding to keep those thoughts for later and just enjoy her momentary time of rest as she sat alone in the back of a pick-up truck belonging to a kind man that had offered to bring her to Trifas.

Her temporary peace became fleeting as a certain mana signature that reminded her of the sun appeared in her "radar". Her eyes widened at the sheer amount of power that the signature held and made her immediately catch the driver's attention to tell him to stop the car.

Jeanne quickly grabbed her luggage and jumped out of the car and went to tell the driver to leave as fast as possible. "Sir, I thank you for your kindness, but I implore you to continue on your way without me." She told him with a stern look.

The man looked ready to protest, but a small narrowing of her eyes made the man comply and simply wish her good luck on her travels.

"How considerate of you to make that man flee, Saint."

The calm voice of the presence she had felt earlier made her sigh and turn to gaze upon the hero that had come to speak with her.

"May I ask what your business with me is, Lancer of Red?" She asked with a neutral look covering her face. She mentally prepared herself for the inevitable speech of how with a Ruler on their side, they'd be able to win the war easily.

She narrowed her eyes as she saw the man summon his golden spear, Vasavi Shakti, the God-Killing Spear, her True Name Discernment whispered in her mind.

"It is simple. My master has deemed your existence unnecessary and has ordered your execution." The Lancer twirled his spear idly and slowly dropped into a stance.

"Do you know what that declaration means, Lan- No. Karna, the Hero of Charity!?" Jeanne questioned with an incredulous appearance. "If you continue this reckless endeavour, I will be ob-" She stopped talking as a large hand was placed upon her shoulder, cutting her off.

Karna's eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of the man that had appeared behind Ruler. His icy blue eyes ran over the man's form, muscles that spoke of years of training and combat covered his body along with scars from battles of legend that no man or god could ever replicate.

"This man is determined to complete his task, master. Your words will not affect him, no matter what you say." His deep and gravelly voice would have made any common man or woman feel safe and protected as if they had an impenetrable shield to protect them from all harm and made his enemies lose all hope of victory.

"You! What is your identity, servant?" Karna questioned the man with wide eyes, his calm demeanour for once being broken.

A chuckle escaped the servant. "Me? I don't mind revealing my identity to you."

A hero above all others.

Twelve labours, given by King Eurystheus.

The hero triumphed over all and reached godhood at the end of his journey.

A single arrow was fired off at undescribable speed, causing Karna to immediately raise his spear and burn it away.

A chuckle rang out as two warriors of unparalleled power faced each other in a merciless battle.

"I am Heracles."