AN: And here's CH22 folks! Please review :D


"I wonder how they're doing right now?"

Ayaka muttered to herself as she sat alone inside her room writing in a journal. It was now a habit of hers to write down any important events that happened in her life, with the Great Holy Grail War now officially being one of those events.

She still couldn't believe that her granddaughter ended up getting involved in the chaos herself. She prayed that Aya didn't get herself hurt or worse killed. She lost enough relatives already, Ayaka didn't think she could handle losing another.

'Well, I suppose with Lord El-Melloi II... she'll be alright.'

Having heard of the fact that Waver Velvet had once participated in a Holy Grail War himself and managed to survive, she believed that her granddaughter was in good hands at the moment. And from what she saw, with the Servants under their control would make sure of that. That blue-haired one that her granddaughter had contracted with, Lancer he called himself, promised to look after Aya for her.

Though something about him unnerved the elderly woman, she nonetheless saw in his eyes that Lancer meant what he said. He even stated that Heroes don't lie, and that was good enough for Ayaka. So long as Lancer didn't try anything funny with her granddaughter that is. He had the look of a flirt all things considered. Ayaka would have preferred it if it was Saber who had gone along with them, but since his duty was now protecting Ruler, he had stayed behind.

'Saber...'

She had never imagined reuniting with the Servant of her sister after so long, and to think that he actually remembers her. The elderly woman wondered what might have happened if he hadn't been there to stop her sister... would she still be alive to ponder such a thing after all these years?

Ayaka was also amazed by the fact that another Servant had summoned a Servant of her own, which to her knowledge was normally impossible. Still, to her it seemed like Saber didn't mind his current position and was quite content in fact. She saw that both he and Ruler shared a friendly relationship with each other. Dare she say it, it looked like he was getting along better with Ruler than he ever did with her sister before her madness revealed itself.

She paused for a moment, looking out of the window and gazed the blue sky.

'Sister... where are you right now?'

She thought for a moment. Shaking her head, Ayaka went back to writing in her journal.,

Before she knew it though, the elderly woman suddenly felt something tugging at her dress. When she looked down to see what it was, she slowly smiled in realization.

"Oh there you are! I was wondering where you had run off to this time."

She said, putting down the pen as she turned her attention towards the small creature beside her and picked it up. It looked to be a cross between a dog and a rabbit with fluffy white fur, making it look unbearably cute to the weak willed.

"Silly thing, you shouldn't worry me like that alright? It's not good to worry an old lady."

The small creature responded by nuzzling its head against her. She could feel its soft fur rubbing against her skin.

"Hehe, I suppose I can't stay mad at you. Come along now, I've got your favorite treats~"

"Fou~!"


Chapter 22:

The Battle is to the Strong


"What is this place?"

Aya couldn't help but wonder to herself as she, Waver, and Gray walked together throughout strange realm they were in. Lancer and Lancer of Red were keeping close to their respective Masters, while Rider of Red took to his chariot and observe from the skies.

As far as she could tell, everything within the realm was exactly the same as the streets of Tokyo, but only without people littering said streets. That, and the fact that for some strange reason, some things were reversed such as the words on the various signs. Still Japanese, but backwards.

"This feels familiar..." Waver muttered. "I've felt this sensation before, but... No, could it be?"

"Lord El-Melloi II?"

"What is it Master?" Gray asked. She too was quite curious to know more.

"This world... it feels like the work of the Kaleidoscope." He replied.

"Kaleidoscope? Isn't that the second magic?" Aya asked.

Her uncle and Rin had often talked about the second magic and how their family was related to it through the apprenticeship of their ancestor Tohsaka Nagato to the Wizard Marshall Zelretch over two centuries ago. Though with that said, she didn't really know much about it either as she hadn't payed much attention during their lessons since she never really had a talent in magecraft to begin with.

"The very same." Waver nodded in reply as he continued his observations. "This world feels like its an application of it, but nothing in the way I've seen before. And from the way some of the signs and words are reversed, I suppose calling this realm the Mirror World would be appropriate."

"Mirror World..."

"Say Mage, do you have any idea about how we'll get ourselves outta here?" Cu Chulainn asked.

"For something like this, let me think..." Waver began, crossing his arms in thought. "We have two solutions, neither of which is going to be full proof."

"Better than nothing I'd say." Achilles shrugged.

"Alright then." The long-haired man nodded. "The first solution would be to find our enemies in this realm and kill them. Whoever is responsible, they'd need to be inside this realm themselves in order to maintain it. But that's just my theory anyway, I need more information regarding this world before I could make a final statement."

"Heh, I like that plan already. Simple and clean." The Adamant Hero smirked in delight.

"Boy!"

Looking towards the sky, the group saw Iskander and his chariot making his and then landing next to them.

"How was it Rider? Did you find anything?"

"I did what you asked, and just like you said, there's some sort of barrier around this place." The former replied.

"Wait, what did Rider do?"

"I asked him to circle around the area and try to fly as far away as possible. The fact that he's back so soon means that there's a limit to the space of this world." Waver explained to the group. "And that's where our second solution comes in. Considering how large this world is, maintaining it must be quite taxing. If we wait it out, then it's likely that it would disperse on its own."

"Well that's a little boring. I vote for the first." Cu Chulainn said.

"Haha! I knew I liked you for a reason!" Achilles grinned, delighted that there was someone agreed with him.

"Come on you two, let's be reasonable here..."

Aya began. Though young blonde knew that eventually they would have to fight against their enemies, she didn't really like the idea of doing so while within the Mirror World. Everything just felt so wrong to her, and though she wanted to leave as soon as possible, she found herself agreeing more with the second solution.

"Yeah well I-"

...!

"Shit! Get down now!"

"Ah...!"

Before anyone knew it, a beam of light shot its way towards the group.

Reacting quickly, Achilles stood in front of everyone as he deployed his shield and deflected the assault. Resulting in several buildings being destroyed as the attack bounced off in different directions, some being destroyed from the mere heat of the light itself.

It was an attack he was all too familiar with...

"Heh... Hehahaha!"

Realizing who was behind it, he grinned wildly as he began yelling to the sky

"Hahaha! That was one hell of a greeting just now! I didn't think we'd run into each other again so soon!" He laughed, his gaze directed in front of the group as he held up his spear. "Maybe now we could finally settle our duel from back then. In a place like this, there's no real point in holding anything back right? What do you say!?"

There, on top of a building several yards away from the group, stood Karna. The invincible hero himself smiling at the words of his fellow Lancer as he gazed down upon him. He too had been wanting to do the same. And much like what Achilles said, they now had a perfect opportunity to fight to their hearts content.

"Such a loud person that man is..."

Atalanta commented as she came up beside her comrade, her arms crossed as she eyed the green-haired warrior down below. This was her first time laying eyes upon her fellow hero from Greece, and so far she wasn't really impressed. One look at him already told her the type of man he was; boisterous and battle hungry.

"Oh! Is that...!?"

A smile found its way towards Achilles' face as he laid his eyes upon the golden-haired huntress. He had heard about how she had been summoned by the Rogue Faction, but he didn't think to meet her here of all places!

"Now I see why a lot of men chased after her. Talk about a beauty!" He whistled to himself. "I'd wonder if she'd give me the time of day?"

"Hey, fight before flirt remember?"

Cu Chulainn deadpanned. Though he too had to admit to himself that the woman that Achilles was referring was indeed quite attractive. He could tell as much from this distance. Regardless of that, his first priority was protecting his Master. Women and the like could wait until later.

Thanks to her ears, the Chaste Huntress overheard the comment and frowned. Why wasn't she surprised?

"Do you wish to take him on yourself?"

Karna asked, noting the displeased look on Atalanta's face.

"No, I wouldn't be able to do him harm either way." She sighed as she allowed her bow to materialize. "Do you remember the plan? I shall support you from a distance, and Rider and that fool will try to strike them from the rear. Take care not to get overwhelmed."

"You needn't worry." Karna said. "I shall not lose today."

"Oh? Isn't that a bit presumptuous?" She smirked slightly.

"No, I'm merely stating facts."

With that, the Invincible Hero leaped into action making his way towards their enemies. At this, Atalanta took position readying her bow. All the while finding herself thinking about Lancer's words just now.

'That man... he really does believe that doesn't he?'

There wasn't a shred of doubt in Lancer's voice, nor were his earlier words tinted with arrogance. It was rare for her to encounter someone who absolute faith in their abilities yet did not bother to boast about it either. Truly, people like him were a rarity in this world.

Shaking her head, the Chaste Huntress of Arcadia clear her mind of such thoughts and readied herself for the battle.


"Hey kid, you alright?"

"I'm fine, these things aren't anything I wouldn't be able to handle!"

Saying that, both Kairi and Fiore had their backs to each other as they were surrounded by several stone golems conjured up by Lancer. The latter had constructed them in order to make sure that they wouldn't interfere with her and Saber of Black. Suffice it to say, they were doing their job quite well.

"Ehehehe~!"

...!

Sword and spear collided, creating explosions of air as both Siegfried and Brynhild moved throughout the area. In the brief moments that she allowed her gaze to fall onto the duo, Fiore couldn't help but note how fast both were. As expected of two legendary figures.

'This woman...!' Siegfried thought.

Much like how the King of Knights had described her as, the Valkyrie known as Brynhild was quite dangerous indeed. She was both strong and fast enough to match him blow per blow, with no sign of showing any fatigue either.

Not only that, but for every time Balmung made contact with the strange looking spear his opponent wielded, Siegfried swore to himself that her attacks were actually getting stronger the longer their fight was becoming.

He quickly realized that it was her weapon. Somehow, her spear was getting heavier...!

"Sigurd~!"

Covering her body in flames, Brynhild sprinted towards the Dragon-Slayer within a short burst.

...!

Their weapons once again collided, this time with Siegfried finding himself being pushed back as he avoided the former's flame imbued kicks. For someone so light of frame, she was surprisingly strong. He believed that if not for the Armor of Fafnir, he would've been injured already.

"Come now Sigurd, I know that you can do better than this~"

She spoke, giggling to herself. Though he could tell from the way she was attacking that she sought to kill him, her words and behavior spoke otherwise. She was behaving much like a smitten maiden to be exact. A fact that he found somewhat unnerving.

He wondered to himself, had she acted the same during her battle with the King of Knights? He remembered him saying so, but he did not specify to what degree. Or was it perhaps that he was a special case?

The name Sigurd was one he had heard time and again in the past, with some comparing him with the King of Noble Warriors. Personally, he had never met the man himself. But apparently he resembled him, especially given Lancer's behavior towards him.

...!

Parrying another strike, his theory about Lancer getting stronger by the minute was proven true as he found himself staggering somewhat after making contact with her spear again. It truly was getting heavier. Yet from the looks of it, Lancer wasn't at all being bothered by it.

'Hmm... there's something strange here.'

Brynhild thought to herself as fought against her beloved. There was something about him that she couldn't quite figure out. What that something was, she didn't know. And feeling unsettled her for some reason. Like, it was all wrong...

From the way he looked at her. From the way he moved. From the way he held and swung his sword. From the appearance of his sword alone...!

...!

Another clash between their weapons occurred. She noted that even the way he parried her strikes felt different.

What was it? Just what was she feeling?

Conjuring up flames from her body once more, she swung her spear as the searing heat surged forth in a wave.

"Hah!"

With a single swing, Siegfried had cut his way through the flames with nothing but pure force, catching the teal-haired Valkyrie off guard as he jumped through gap created by his blade and closed the distance between them.

...!

Just as it was about to make contact with her, Brynhild kicked Balmung's blade away as she used her other leg to strike Siegfried. Striking him in the face. Unfazed by it, the latter then proceeded to swing his blade in a wide arc.

She quickly evaded said attack, ducking underneath it and closing in on her Sigurd, their faces near each other once-

...!

"...!?"

Taking advantage of her stunned silence, Siegfried leaped back as he saw the teal-haired Valkyrie shaking her head.

She had a shocked expression on her face, as though she had seen a ghost really. It did not go away as she gazed at him, lowering her spear for a moment, as she spoke.

"You're not..."

"Correct, you were mistaken. I am Siegfried."

"...!"

It was then that she realized to herself that what he said was indeed the truth. How could she have been so mistaken!?

'Was it because I wanted to see him so badly that I imagined him to be that person...?'

She found herself smiling bitterly. After all this time, she had believed that she could finally reunite with her beloved Sigurd, only for her own foolishness to get the better of her once more. It was as though fate was playing a cruel joke too, for her to meet a person who so resembled that person yet not be him was a cruel joke indeed.

'Still...'

Regardless of who this man was, his resemblance to her beloved was uncanny to say the least about it.

His mere presence alone was enough to drive her insane. His face, his voice, all reminded her of Sigurd. She felt her heart beating fast everytime she allowed her gaze to fall onto him. Brynhild felt that such a feeling could not be allowed to exist, she wouldn't allow such a thing to sully the feelings she had for Sigurd. Not ever...!

As such...

"My apologies then Siegfried, it just that you reminded me so much of Sigurd that I couldn't help but mistake you for him."

Twirling her spear, the Daughter of Odin pointed it at the Dragon-Slayer and smiled at him.

"However, I cannot help these feelings of mine regardless. I ask of you; will you die for me~?"

...!

Siegfried's response was to swing his Balmung as hard as he could at Brynhild.


"Hah!"

"Hmph!"

Explosions of air rang out in the city as both Achilles and Karna did battle with one another. Aya couldn't help but watch on in amazement. As brief as it was considering that it just began, when she compared it to her Lancer's own battle with the white-haired warrior, this was on a whole other level!

...!

The mere act of their spears parrying the other's blows caused strong winds to form. If not for the fact that she was standing beside Lancer, the young blonde felt like she was going to be blown away. When she looked at the others, she saw that neither Waver nor Gray were the least affected by the blasts of wind.

"Hahaha! Now this is quite the show."

Iskander grinned. If only the two would reconsider his proposition to join his army. Both would easily become its shining stars!

"We need to clear out from here. Rider, I want you to-" Waver began.

...!

Before their Masters had realized it, both Cu Chulainn and Iskander intercepted several arrows aimed at them, with Gray herself also cutting down several that got past their defenses with her scythe.

When all was clear, Waver inspected the broken pieces of the projectiles shot at group.

"From the looks of it, we also have another Archer-Class Servant here with us."

He stated, as the arrows came from two different directions, one coming from the building where they spotted the golden-haired huntress. Not only that, but not all of the weren't actually arrows. They were crossbow bolts to be more precise.

"Hmph, so it's that bastard huh?"

Cu Chulainn muttered to himself, frowning as he remembered the other rogue archer from before.

Ever since the day they hadn't recovered the Class-Card of the orange-haired bastard, he knew that eventually they'd meet up again. Personally, he had been wanting to pay him back for threatening Aya. But Gilgamesh had taken that away from him.

Now though, the Hound of Chulainn knew that he had his chance. And he wasn't about to let it slip!

"Hey Rider, I'm leaving my Master to you!"

"H-Huh?! wait a minute-!"

The young blonde called out before realizing that Lancer had already ran off in the opposite direction, leaving with her with the others.

"It can't be helped I suppose..." Iskander stated as he raised his sword. "Climb on then!"

With a single slash, lightning struck the ground in front of the King of Conquerors, summoning forth his chariot, Gordius Wheel, and the Divine Bulls that pulled it in all of their glory. Before she knew, Aya had been pulled along by Waver and soon enough she the rest were taken to the skies.

"Wait a minute, what about Lancer!?"

"He can take care of himself." Waver replied as he eyed their surroundings. "For now, the three of us have to get somewhere safe for now where we won't be idle targets."

"But-!"

...!

The sounds of propulsion going off could be heard throughout the area, and soon enough, the group saw what looked to be...

"Missiles?!"

Briefly looking down, Waver saw several Assassins wielding missile launchers down on the ground. Where the hell did they get those?!

"Hold on tight!"

Spurring his divine bulls, the King of Conquerors grinned as he began evading missiles aimed at them. It was a bit hard to do considering the number of passengers he had on board, limiting his maneuverability. Thankfully though, he had lightning.

...!

Thanks to the lightning being generated by Gordius Wheel, some of it shot towards the missiles themselves and caused them to explode.

"Haha! You're going to have to do better than that!"

"Very well then."

Suddenly, a burst of light shot towards them. Turning his chariot just in time, Iskander avoided the blast as he realized who it was.

"Hehe, I was wondering when we'd cross paths again my friend."

There, riding atop a white horse with large wings, was Perseus. The son of Zeus gazing down upon the King of Conquerors with an unreadable expression on his face, with Harpe at the ready in his right hand.

"Rider...!?"

Last Waver heard from Fiore, Rider had been greatly injured by Archer of Black. Had he already recovered from them so soon?

"Now that I think about it, this is the first time I've seen your face. To what do I owe the occasion?"

"Simple really, I believe that it was only just that you know the face of your killer before you all died by my hand."

"Hahaha! Now we can't have that can we?"

With nothing more being said, the King of Conquerors spurred on the divine bulls as he and the Gorgon-Slayer chased each other throughout the skies.


"How is she?"

Julian asked, standing together with Shirou inside a room where in the middle Assassin of Red stood by herself atop a magic circle. The raven-haired beauty's eyes were closed, hands outstretched to the side as a circle glowed a bright light. One could easily feel the mana being channeled through it.

"Doing well so far. Maintaining something like the Mirror World isn't as simple as it would seem."

Shirou replied, sighing as he crossed his arms while gazing at Assassin. He didn't want to put in untoward stress upon his Servant if he could help it. She had been quite helpful to him and the others already.

'Still, I didn't think that would be able to use the Mirror World to our advantage like this.'

During the Ainsworth's attempt to create their own version of the Holy Grail War, they had also imbued the Class-Cards with the ability to create a pocket dimension of sorts that mimicked the surrounding areas where it was invoked. They were given such an ability in the hopes that they would serve as a sort of battlefield for the participants, as well as prevent any bystanders from witnessing any potential battles.

However, there were problems with it. The field created by a Class-Card was small in nature, about as big as an entire schoolyard to be precise. Not really an ideal battlefield for Heroic Spirits. One needed multiple cards in order to create a field as large as a portion of the city. And the field in general wasn't perfect, as it could break down upon itself at a moment's notice.

To maintain it also required a magus of great skill, one capable of balancing the flow of prana between each card once the Mirror World had been set. Not only that, but they needed to ensure that the field did not break down. Which results in said magus constantly needing to make the appropriate calculations and connections in order to maintain the field. As a result of these needs and with no one capable of matching them, the Ainsworth's decided to forego with the idea.

But, once Assassin had learned about the ability herself, she decided to use it conjecture with the Hanging Gardens of Babylon as a medium. The only downside was that maintaining it resulted in her mana reserves depleting at a faster rate. And depending the power of the Heroic Spirits held within, it multiplied the drop rate.

"How is the battle going so far? Anything to note?" Shirou decided to ask shifting his thoughts elsewhere.

"Nothing new yet." Julian shook his head before remembering something. "Though according to Assassin, Rider has now officially taken part in the battle. Much like how you ordered him to, he's currently taking on Rider of Red. All the while keeping his distance so as to not strain himself."

"I see." The white-haired youth nodded. "Then I suppose we should just leave it up to God to decide who the victor shall be."

"Hmph, how foolish." Julian shook his head in distaste. "People should take their fate into their own hands rather let some unseen being do it for them."

"Haha, I suppose you have a point."


"Ugh..."

"Hehe~"

Jeanne smiled to herself, gazing down at the sleeping form of Arthur as his head was laid down on her lap.

Currently, the two were on the sofa inside the living room while the former waited for Caster to complete her preparations. In the meantime, the young saint decided to attend to her companion who had become intoxicated thanks to Archer of Red's drink.

At the moment, the young man was sound asleep aside from the occasional groan. Knowing how intoxicated he was as a result of Archer's special drink, Jeanne felt that sleep was a good way to prevent Arthur from doing anything stupid. Really now, he couldn't help himself earlier could he?

"Hehe, dummy~" She said, gently stroking his head. "This is what happens when you drink too much."

It seems that even Arthur hadn't been immune to such things. Perhaps she shouldn't be thinking about it, but she nonetheless couldn't help but find herself becoming amused at seeing him in such a state. Dazed out of his mind as he slept off the drink.

Right now, he looked so harmless. He didn't seem at all like the Knight-King who had sworn to aid her in her cause, but just another regular person. Together with his usual demeanor towards her, it just brought a smile to her face thinking about it. She believed that she couldn't have summoned a better comrade and friend, and she was grateful towards him for that.

'Now that I think about it, only twelve days have passed since then...'

Her mind began, as she was reminded of how long it had been since the two of them first met. Jeanne couldn't really believe that it had only been about two weeks since Arthur's summoning. Yet to her, it already felt like a year had gone by since that day.

Knowing this, she couldn't help but feel saddened by the fact that both would eventually bid the other farewell in the near future.

She wondered to herself... Would she remember him? She knew that Arthur was able to keep memories of past grail wars to himself, but the same couldn't be said for her. The young saint would have liked it greatly if it were the case, but she didn't know...

'To have bonded so much yet to forget about it as well...'

The young saint couldn't help but smile bitterly at this. She had already come to treasure their friendship greatly. Forgetting about Arthur... It was a rather cruel and sad thing to imagine, one that caused her heart to ache.

If anything, Jeanne prayed that she would never forget... if she had a wish, then that was it.

"I wonder, what would you think of this...?"

She asked, gazing down at Arthur's sleeping face. Her feelings regarding the matter all but disappeared once she did, replaced by amusement as she continued to gently stroke his head. He really did look rather harmless right now.

...!

'Wait a minute, with the way I'm sitting right now...'

Jeanne couldn't help but to begin blushing as she realized the implications her current position. It just came so naturally to her to do it. And as such, she had failed to see it until now. If others saw her now, they would surely assume something, and she didn't really need that. She had enough to deal with coming from Laeticia.

'Now then, I just need to-'

"Ruler."

Freezing up, the young saint saw Caster at the entrance to the room. A calm look on her face that quickly turned into a smile as she saw the situation before her. Jeanne felt herself blushing, having realized for herself what the former was thinking.

"Y-Yes...!"

She mouthed. Just how long was she standing there? This was too embarrassing...!

"I'm here to tell you that we're now ready." Medea began before her smile widened itself in delight. "But of course, if you need a few more minutes with Saber, then-"

"No, no! I'm ready!" She quickly stated, standing up and being careful to not to disturb her companion. "Let's go now! I'm quite curious to see if this will work!"

With that, Jeanne quickly made her way towards the greenhouse.

Gazing down at the sleeping form of the King of Knights on the sofa, the blue-haired woman remembered the look in Ruler's eyes as she laid his head on her lap. Along with the smile on the young saint's face, it was a look of complete adoration.

"Hehehe~ I see, so that's how it is~"

Judging from her reaction just now, she was either in denial or trying to hide it. Either way, one thing was clear to the Servant of Magic.

She might have some fun with Ruler later...


"Hah!"

Charging forward with a yell, Mordred raised her Clarent above her head.

...!

Jumping away just in the nick of time, both Archer and Assassin carefully eyed the blonde-haired knight. Her attack just now had ripped through the pavement through sheer force. Had it made contact with them, no doubt they would have already been injured or dead.

"Haha, I'll take care of this one Assassin." Arash stated with a smirk and readied his bow. "You go take care of Berserker."

"Very well."

The Hassan of Serenity nodded in response, going after Elizabeth and Caules.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Mordred yelled after the masked Servant.

...!

Before she could give chase, several arrows flew straight at the red knight. She easily evaded them as she then turned her attention towards their source.

"Hey now, I'm your opponent remember?"

Arash stated with a grin on his face as he readied his next salvo.

"Tch, I suppose I'll deal with Assassin later."

Mordred mumbled to herself frowning at Archer's interference. Was he so confident that he believe that he could take her on by himself? She'll make him pay for such an insult!

"Very well, you'll be my first victim for the day. I'll take your head and stuff it on Berserker's spear!"

'Well she's charming. Nothing at all like her father...'

Arash thought with a smile, remembering his first encounter with the King of Knights as he and the blonde began to do battle with one another.

...!

Several arrows flew, all of which were struck down by Mordred as she charged at the black-haired Archer. Swinging her sword down as she smashed it into the pavement as he leaped away. Smirking, she continued her pursuit of him as both went off into the distance.

While they did this, Assassin pulled out several dirks with both hands and threw them towards Caules.

"Not on my watch you stripper woman!"

...!

Elizabeth twirled her spear and struck down the dirks. She then swung it at the Servant of Shadows. Reacting quickly the latter dodged, causing the pinkette to swing once more to the side, resulting in Assassin leaping back as she threw dirk at opponent.

...!

Blood was drawn as it stained her cheek, but Elizabeth could not feel it. Her abilities prevented her from feeling pain. Though it did serve to piss her off even more.

Assassin then took note to avoid getting close to the Servant of Madness as she quickly began chasing after her.

Caules couldn't help but note how flexible Assassin was as she evaded Berserker's attacks. It was sort of like watching someone dancing really. It was rather mesmerizing to say the least, especially with the outfit that she was wearing. At this distance, he could even smell her... No!

'Goddammit, this is no time to be thinking about stuff like that!' He though to himself, slapping his cheeks.

"Argh! Stand still will you?!"

Elizabeth cried out in frustration. This battle was different from the ones she had before. This was the first time an opponent was using hit and run tactics against her, so she wasn't exactly prepared for it. She would have much preferred to fight against Berserker of Red if possible, even if he was a little scary and ugly.

Caules watched as the battle between his Servant and Assassin went on. He could now clearly see the difference between the two in terms of how they fought and reacted to each other. Berserker was the stronger Servant if one went by physical capabilities alone, some of her attacks easily striking down trees and destroying the pavement, but Assassin, while frail as most members of the Class, was someone who had probably been trained to fight given how easily she avoided Berserker's assault.

'She's not even making use of her Presence Concealment yet. I wonder why...?'

Though he didn't actually get to see it, Assassin of Black made good use of it during the battle for the grail according to the others. If they could do that, then wouldn't she able to do the same as well?

Assassin then threw another dirk at her opponent. Elizabeth quickly managed to catch it her tail however, smirking as she sent it flying back towards its owner. Striking the former's mask and causing it to crack.

"Ah...!"

The violet-haired assassin cried out in surprise as it quickly fell off, revealing the face of a rather beautiful girl underneath. Caules couldn't but flush slightly as a result. While on the other hand Elizabeth was frowning as she looked at Assassin and gritting her teeth.

"Now that's just cheating...! A cute face like that while wearing that outfit... isn't that a bit arrogant?!"

She demanded and pointed a finger at the latter. Assassin however remained silent, unable to give an answer as she stared at the pinkette with a blank look of confusion. And all that served to do was make Elizabeth even more frustrated with her foe. Was she an oblivious twit too?!

...!

"Urgh...!"

Elizabeth snapped out of her thoughts once she heard her Master cry out in pain. Looking back, she panicked once she saw that he was clutching his chest and breathing heavily, causing the pinkette to go over to him.

"Hey, what's wrong!?"

"My body...! It feels really heavy for some reason...!"

Caules said in between breaths, looking quite pale as he spoke. He could feel his body weakening rapidly, and he felt the sensation in his limbs starting to dull. What just happened? He was fine a just a moment ago wasn't he?

"Hmm... that was easier than I expected. You're not much of a magus aren't you?"

"Bitch! What did you do to my Master!?"

Elizabeth demanded as she hefted her spear and pointed it at the violet-haired girl who merely shook her head in response.

"It's too late for that, the poison is already working its way throughout his body."

"...! Poison!?"

Of course, now it was clear to Caules. Saber had mentioned something like that during the briefing that morning. Damn it, why did he have to forget about something as important as that? Stupid, Stupid, Idiot! He chastised himself.

He then realized that Assassin never even made contact with him, so how did she managed to poison him in the first place...

...! Of course! It was the scent! Damn it, Saber hadn't mentioned that the poison was transferable by air. Either that or he didn't know, and Caules doubted that Saber would forget to mention it if he knew.

Knowing this, he reached into his pockets with what strength he had left. Remembering the "gift" lent to them just before they left...

Damn it, he hands were starting to freeze up! Someone else would need to get it for him.

"Berserker...! In my pants pocket... hurry!"

"Right!"

"An antidote? I won't let you!"

Assassin said as she pulled several dirks. Unlikely as it was, she wasn't about to take the chance of allowing Berserker's Master to cure himself.

At this, Elizabeth merely glared hard as she opened her mouth.

"BACK OFF!"

Without warning, Assassin found herself on the receiving end of a sonic blast from Berserker. It was strong enough that it caused her to lose her footing and was quickly sent flying several yards away as a result.

Taking this chance, Elizabeth reached into her Master's pocket and picked up a vial with a strange glowing liquid.

"Huh? What's this?" She couldn't help but stare in amazement.

"Hurry!"

"R-Right!"

Opening the vial, she helped Caules drink the liquid.

As he did, she could feel her Master steadily regaining his strength. Meaning that whatever it was her Master was drinking, it was working quite well. Soon enough, he was no longer as pale as before.

The crisis averted, both sat down on the pavement as they sighed in relief. Though at that moment, Caules quickly realized that Berserker had probably been exposed to the poison as well...

"Quick, drink up!"

"Huh? Wait...!"

Before Elizabeth could even finish her statement, Caules poured the antidote down her throat as well. Causing her to gag somewhat as she realized that it actually tasted really bad. She can't believe that her Master willingly drank it even if his life was in danger.

"What was that for...!?" She demanded.

"Isn't it obvious? You were probably poisoned too." Caules replied, crossing his arms as he continued. "If I could be poisoned from just standing not too far away from you two, imagine what it would be like for you since fought her up close."

"Huh? But I don't feel like I've been..."

The pinkette began before pausing in realization. How could she forget? Her body was unable to feel any sort of pain after all. Maybe it applied to being poisoned too? Not that she really knew it herself. Still, maybe her Master was right. Better to be safe than sorry after all.

"Still, where did you even get that?"

"Archer gave it to me."

"Wait, Archer...!?"

"Yeah, he gave it to me and the other Masters just before we left. Said something about him wanting a certain someone in his debt or something. Don't know how that works."

Caules replied. He didn't really know what went on in Archer of Red's head, and he didn't care to find out. So long as the Golden King was helping them out, he was alright in his book. Though the young man did wonder to himself as to what Archer had meant by that statement.

"Anyway, with this, Archer said that we'll be immune to any kind of poison once we drink it." He continued, gesturing himself. "From the looks of it, he was right. I'm completely okay now. I feel like brand new actually."

"Ugh... so now we're in that guy's debt too?"

Elizabeth groaned, having seen the type of person Archer was and wasn't the least bit amused by him. The idea of being indebted to the Golden King only served to annoy her.

"I guess so." Caules nodded, scratching the back of his head as he understood what Berserker was thinking. "Anyway, we should go take care of Assassin now."

"Right! It's time to pay her back for putting us in debt to Goldie!"

"Uh sure, let's go with that..."

With that, the Master and Servant duo took off in Assassin's direction, following the path of broken trees that the latter had gone through as she was sent flying.


"Checkmate."

"Ugh!"

Reines frowned to herself as she looked down upon the chessboard in front of her, unable to believe the loss she had just suffered. She silently glared at the Golden King, who had an amused smirk on his face as he spoke.

"That makes this three in my favor doesn't it?" He asked, leaning back into his chair as his smirk grew ever more. "Shall we continue then Master?"

"No, I know when I'm at a loss." The young blonde said, sighing as she continued. "Clearly it was my fault for challenging you to a game in the first place. I didn't think you'd be able to adapt so quickly to it."

"Hah, I have no weakness! Whether it be in battle or in mere games, I cannot be beaten!" He boasted.

"Oh? Then what do you call those rock-paper-scissors games you lost to Lancer?"

Reines asked, smiling as she saw the arrogant look on Archer's face falter for a moment as he frowned at her in annoyance.

"Hmph, I let him win. Besides, I wasn't taking him seriously. Next time will be different."

"So you say~"

She giggled to herself. Archer really was quite amusing whenever he acted like this. One wouldn't think that he was the legendary King of Heroes with the way he behaved. If she had to make an analogy, then Archer was quite close in behavior to the modern-day delinquent. Albeit, one who had a taste for the finer things in life as well. Though she couldn't help but question his taste given the things he had brought the other day during their trip to the city.

'I still can't believe he actually brought and assembled model kits...'

Reines thought, her gaze directing itself towards the models displayed atop the shelf inside the room. Three of them in particular were robots. Two of them were humanoid and had strange looking faces and wing like features on their back. With one standing in martial arts posture and the other riding atop a motorcycle which strangely enough resembled the one she had brought for Archer for some reason.

The third one wasn't as humanoid as the other two, but still had arms and feet. It looked a little like a samurai now that she thought about it. All three along with the model motorcycle were painted gold, which didn't really surprise the young blonde given Archer's usual getup as a Servant.

"You've adapted quite nicely with modern culture haven't you?"

"Hmph, compared to Uruk, I'm completely disgusted by what has become of my garden." Gilgamesh muttered in disgust. "However, I suppose there are a few good points here and there. A diamond in the rough as they say. One merely needs to look carefully to find them."

'And those good points are motorcycles and model kits?'

She mused, sincerely wondering if Archer meant what he said or if he was just the type who was actually rather easy to please when it came down to it. She then shook her head, deciding that such thoughts were best left to be ponder another time. The young blonde turned her attention elsewhere.

Taking a look at the clock inside the room, Reines noticed that a few hours had already passed. She wondered to herself if Waver, Gray, or any of the others were doing alright. Since they were looking for Sajyou Manaka, they were likely to run into her group of Servants.

Speaking of which...

"You were quite kind," Reines began. "To give them those special medicines."

"Bringing that up are you?"

"I'm surprised is all. I didn't think that you'd be so willing to give away precious treasures at a moments notice."

"Hmph, as if losing those vials would mean anything to me." Gilgamesh huffed while crossing his arms. "I have a few dozen more of where those came from. Because of that, I was feeling rather generous. Besides, Saber said that one of our enemies had control over poison. And if I'm not mistaken that Assyrian wench has control over it herself. To die by such a thing would be rather pathetic, so I felt a need to step in if we're to preserve our name."

"If you say so..."

Reines smiled, causing the Golden King to frown as he turned his head away in annoyance. That was more than enough confirmation for the young blonde.

Secretly, Archer actually liked their allies in his own way.


"Stand still...!"

...!

Mordred cried out as she continually slashed her way through the forest chasing after Archer. He was rather quick of foot, which served to the latter's advantage as he continuously shot arrows her direction.

She had to admit that he was rather skilled to say the least. Despite the speed of which they were moving, Archer's precision with a bow was quite good as he nearly hit her several times. With only her natural instinct and reflexes preventing her from getting hit. His skill was good enough that it reminded her of one of her old comrades as a member of the Round Table, and that served to anger her even more.

As she poured magical energy into her feet, the red knight saw and opportunity and quickly closed the gap between herself and her foe.

...!

"Argh!"

She collided with Archer, bumping into him with her shoulder. The impact had enough force to it that it sent the black-haired archer flying through several trees, finally stopping at the eight one and falling to the ground in a heap.

Mordred found herself smirking at this, only to be surprised when she saw Archer get back up looking no worse for wear. Dusting himself off as he spoke.

"Haha, not bad." Arash said, smiling as he cricked his neck slightly. "Now that was quite the hit, pretty brutal for a knight actually. Maybe I shouldn't have underestimated you."

"You were what!?"

Mordred demanded. So the bastard wasn't even taking her seriously just now!?

"My apologies, I didn't mean to offend." He replied, raising a hand in apologetic manner. "I just wanted to get a feel for how strong you were first. Now that I have, I can finally go all out. You don't mind right?"

"Hmph, as if that would make any difference to me!"

"Haha, alright then..."

Arash then raised his bow, aiming several arrows at the blonde.

"I'll be going all out now!"

Releasing a new volley, Mordred readied herself as she saw the arrows coming in close. Swinging her blade, she prepared to intercept them.

...!

As Clarent made contact with the arrows, the blonde found herself in shock when she felt the force behind them was far stronger than what they were before. Taken aback by this, the red knight was blown back and fell to the ground. Witnessing the destruction caused by the arrows as they continued to fly further and further several yards away.

What was that? So Archer had truly been holding back up until now? Damn him...!

"Make a fool of me will you...?!"

Standing back up, Mordred glared viciously at the black-haired archer as she then charged him.

"I don't think so!"

Another volley was released, this time numbering in the twenties. She didn't care. Now that she knew how strong his shots were, she could react accordingly.

Now putting more effort into her swings, Mordred easily countered the arrows flying towards her as she once again closed the distance between her and Archer. He evaded her strikes, jumping into the air as he released another barrage.

"Hah!"

She yelled, swinging Clarent hard enough that the arrows were blown away by pure force of wind. Taking this chance, she leaped into the air.

...!

Mordred once again swung her blade at Archer, the latter of which parried her strike with his bow, quickly taking advantage of the situation as he used the blonde as a springboard and leaped further in to air and shot several arrows in her direction.

...!

Quickly adjusting herself, the red knight swatted them away and landed on her feet, all the while glaring at Archer, who landed a distance away from her, for even daring to step on her like that. That was a far greater insult than any have done to her before.

Gazing at a few trees next to her, she smirked as she quickly cut them down. Confused as to what she was doing, Arash wondered to himself as to what... Wait a minute.

"This is for stepping on me!"

"You serious!?"

Before he realized, the trees had been thrown right at him in rapid sequence. The black-haired archer quickly aimed his bow and shot his arrows, splitting the trees in half as they fell apart onto the ground.

As soon as they did though, Mordred appeared in front of him. Having used the trees as cover.

"Shit!"

Cursing himself for not realizing sooner what she tried to do, he narrowly evaded the blade aimed at his head. Somersaulting backwards, Arash then readied his bow for a counterattack, releasing it as soon he gained a clear vision of Mordred.

...!

"Gugh!"

At such a close distance, the blonde couldn't react properly in time and thus resorted to blocking the shot with the flat side of her sword. It worked, but it did push her back a great deal. Stopping only once her back had forcefully hit a tree, causing her to drop the ground.

With that, the two decided to catch their breaths for a moment, silently eyeing the other as they gathered their bearings.

"Bastard...!"

Mordred growled as she glared at her opponent and stood right back up. She'll give him credit, he wasn't as weak as she had imagined him to be. Regardless, she'll have his head one way or another. He had insulted her honor earlier by stepping on her like that. She would not simply forgive him for that.

Arash on the other hand was oblivious to what the blonde was thinking and instead had other things on mind.

Right now, he couldn't help but be overjoyed since this was the first fight he had since his summoning, and Saber of Red was a fine first opponent. And for her to be none other than the child of the King of Knights, it caused him to reminisce on the past.

"Haha, you're not half-bad Saber." Arash complimented. "You remind me of your father."

"Shut up! Don't you compare me to him!"

Mordred exclaimed. The last thing she needed was being compared to her father, especially after her talks with both him and with Ruler not long ago.

"Ah, I see." The black-haired archer nodded to himself. "That makes sense, considering who you are, I suppose it's only natural that you'd react like that. My apologies then, I just couldn't help myself I suppose. Your father was strong when we first fought, and so are you."

"Of course I am! As my father's heir, it's only natural that I'd be strong!" She boasted, puffing her chest out and standing proud.

'Well she's pretty easy to read...'

Arash thought with a chuckle. Saber's words just now indicated a lot about her really. She yelled at him for comparing her to her father, yet at the same time she took pride in being his child. If those were any indications, then it meant that while Saber held some hatred for her father, she admired and loved him greatly as well. Though that was just his guess, but the look of pride in her face she replied to his statement said a lot.

'What a complicated kid...'

Well, it wasn't really Arash's place to comment about such things. He didn't know much about the history between parent and child to begin with, so he decided to drop the topic. Right now, he had other things to attend to.

"Well then, let's continue shall we!?"

"Bring it on!"

With that, the two resumed their battle with one another.


...!

Sword and spear clashed, sparks flying between both as Siegfried and Brynhild stared each other down before leaping back from one another.

Currently the two were evenly matched, but the former soon realized that he would soon be overwhelmed as his opponent was getting stronger by the second. Through what means he didn't know. What he did know was that unless something was done soon, he believed that Lancer would eventually win this bout of theirs.

Charging through, the Dragon-Slayer tried a full-on assault. It didn't work as the teal-haired Valkyrie matched him blow per blow.

Still, in spite of everything, he was enjoying himself. This was the first fight where was he was fighting to his utmost limit and not interrupted by outside circumstances. He treasured this experience whether or not he would win or lose.

With that said, he had no intention of doing the latter...

"Burn~"

Speaking a single line, flames erupted from the Valkyrie's body. With it, Brynhild herself charged the Dragon-Slayer.

...!

"Urk!"

A solid kick was sent to his stomach, causing the Dragon-Slayer to flinch in pain as he was blown back towards a tree. Finding himself pinned to it as Brynhild came in close, a curious and loving look in her eyes as she quietly gazed at him.

"Aah, you truly do remind me so much of Sigurd~" Brynhild commented as she placed a hand over Siegfried's face. "From your face, the way you carry yourself, to the sound of your voice... it's quite terrifying for me to comprehend really."

"My apologies if I got your hopes up then."

He merely replied. From what he observed, Lancer sincerely wanted to reunite with her beloved but had mistakenly identified him as said person. He could sense the sorrow she had felt once she realized her mistake, so Siegfried believed that the least he could do was apologize.

"Even your kindness reminds me of him..." She stated, a sad smile growing. "Why did the two of you have to be so similar?"

"My apologies, I also do not know the answer to that!"

Siegfried replied, kneeing her in the gut and breaking free of her grasp. He then quickly followed up by swinging Balmung at his opponent, who responded by raising her spear and parrying the strike.

"How cruel, to do such a thing to a woman~"

"My apologies."

"Ehehe, has anyone ever told you that you apologize too much~?"

Brynhild giggled, readying herself for another bout as did Siegfried. Both stared at each other, motionless and waiting for the other to make the first move. For the former, she was doing so because she wanted him to make the first move. For the latter, he knew that thanks to Lancer's strange ability to grow stronger, he was already at a disadvantage. What he needed was an equalizer...

"Saber!"

Both turned to look at Fiore, the young brunette now standing together with Kairi who eyed their surroundings carefully.

Brynhild looked at the duo surprised, had they already taken care of the remaining golems themselves? She must've underestimated their strength then.

"Saber, by the power of my Command Spell, I order you..."

Fiore began, the sigils on her left hand and forearm glowing brightly underneath the clothing she wore over it, revealing the appearance of eleven Command Spells.

"So many!? But how...!?"

Brynhild voiced in shock, causing Fiore to smile somewhat. She had taken the extra Command Spells from the remains of her grandfather, Uncle Gordes and Aunt Celenike before they left. Both Caules and Roche agreed to let her have them all since she had the most powerful Servant among the three. Not only that, she was the most trustworthy to have them as well.

"Be sure to make good use of them kid." Kairi smirked, gazing slightly at the girl behind him.

"I will."

Fiore smiled and nodded in response as she turned her gaze towards Siegfried.

"Saber, I order you to win this fight! Defeat Lancer!"

Three of the Command Spells disappeared from her forearm, and Siegfried could feel an incredible amount of power surging throughout his body. He felt incredibly light, his strength and abilities now tripled from their previous value.

Raising his sword, he spoke to Lancer.

"My apologies Lancer, I shall be defeating you here now."

"Ehehehe~! Very well, come at me!"

Her response clear, the two continued with their bout. A renewed Siegfried now taking to the field.


"Tch, where the hell is that bastard?"

Cu Chulainn spat out as he walked through the empty streets. He could hear the sounds of battle echo throughout the city, and hearing them made him want to join in on the fun himself. It wasn't every day when you got flying chariots and horses in the sky while demigods did battle with mortal men. Just the idea of it was enough to send tingles of excitement down his spine.

Unfortunately, he had other matters to attend to. And that was making sure that Archer was taken down wherever the hell he was.

Back then, he was unable to sense the rogue archer approaching. Even if he was distracted by his fight with Karna, he should've at least felt something. The fact that he didn't meant one thing, and that being that Archer had an ability to disguise his presence much like Assassin.

If that was the case, then perhaps he could have a little fun.

...!

Swatting away several bolts that flew towards him, glared in the direction they were shot from and saw a figure there.

"There you are!"

Cu Chulainn quickly closed the distance between himself and the source of the attack.

Soon enough, he arrived at the top floor of an office building where the bolts were shot. He was a little offset by how empty and quiet everything was. There wasn't anything natural about the world they were in at all.

Making his way through the room, he couldn't sense Archer. Had he already left? Or did he-

...!

"Huh?"

He felt his foot get caught up in something. Looking down, he saw a line of string stretched across the area where he was in.

Just as he wondering what they could be, he heard something a ticking sound going off...


...!

Robin Hood smiled to himself as he gazed at the beautiful inferno that was the office building. Looks like Lancer had fallen for his trap.

"What an idiot, I didn't think that would actually work."

Who would've believed that a bunch of explosives and a piece of string would be enough to set a trap for a Servant? He really should thank their boss for setting them up with such nice treats, and both Caster and the Lady Queen for giving them an extra boost in firepower.

"Archer, what do you think you're doing?"

One of Assassin of Black's personas appeared before the orange-haired rogue and walked up to him.

"What? Can't a guy enjoy the view?"

"You fool, you're supposed to be aiding Rider and the others right now." He replied in anger. "Why did you have to go and do that? You were supposed to leave Lancer to us!"

"Come on, I took care of him didn't I?"

"Yes, but we ended up losing some of our brethren thanks to your actions!"

"Oh did I?" Robin muttered in honest surprise. "My bad then."

"You bastard...!" Assassin growled.

...!

Reacting as quickly as he could, Robin grabbed the Assassin persona and switched places with him.

To his luck, it worked. Just as he switched places with the Hassan and leaped away, the latter was soon pierced through the heart by a familiar red spear. Instantly killing the person as he began dissolving into the air, a blue-haired man walking up towards them as it occurred and picked up the spear.

"Huh, should've known you would've dodged that. I guess I should've thrown it properly then."

Cu Chulainn stated, an calm yet angry look on his face as he glared at the rogue archer.

Taking a moment to look down at the dissolving mass that was Assassin, he returned his gaze back to Archer and then spoke.

"Bastard, that was a cheap trick don't you think?"

"Which one? My attempt to blow you up or the one where I used him as a shield?" Robin asked while smirking.

"Both." Cu Chulainn stated.

"Heh, it's not like Assassin doesn't have another dozen lookalikes. Losing one wouldn't affect him that much." The former replied. "And me trying to blow you up was me trying to live up to my duties as a Servant. That and taking you on in a fight isn't exactly my thing you see, so I opted for a simpler route. Clearly it didn't work."

"Bastard, don't you have any pride? Cheap tricks like these won't earn you a real victory."

"Maybe they won't, but they'll at least help earn me a longer life." Robin declared as he readied his crossbow. "Now how about we cut the chitchat and just get down to the fighting shall we? We both know that's what you want."

Cu Chulainn smirked at this, twirling his spear as he got into a fighting stance. As he did, he noticed some of the Assassins now appearing beside Archer. He realized that they also meant to take part in the battle as well.

Not that he minded though. It'd take more than a few bastards hiding in the shadows to kill him!

"Bring it on then, I'll show you how worthless your tricks are! I'll take you all on!"

"I swear to god, you knights are all the same. Honor this, honor that... honor doesn't win you life!"

With that, the Hound of Chulainn, Rogue of Sherwood, and the Hassans began their battle.


END


Author's Note:

And that's a wrap for CH22. I hoped you all liked it. This chapter was once again one of the harder ones I've had to tackle since fight sequences were never my thing. That and I was trying to figure out how Hassan of Serenity's poison abilities worked and how I could work them into the story. I hope it checks out well enough, together with Brynhild and Arash as well since this is my first proper showing of their characters. I've read about how they are in the novels, but it's been a while since I did that and my memory of them might be rusty. So apologies if any of them are out of character.

I was also planning on having Iskander release his Reality Marble here, but decided that it was too soon since the battle had only begun. Don't worry though, it will come soon :D

I also don't know if Brynhild could actually create artificial constructs of her own like Golems, but I decided to just give it to her since was a former Goddess after all and knows magic herself. So it wouldn't be surprising if she could create something like that herself. And I hope the explanation for the Mirror World's use and existence in FMB was good enough. Because I sometimes have trouble with the mechanics of such things myself.

Also, the current battle may extend into three chapters instead of my usual two. Though it really depends on the length of the battles I write in. Lastly, I may end up writing a little something fun for the upcoming anniversary of FMB. While I doubt I could have it out by then, I think I'm going through with it regardless. It will most likely be gag scenarios and that involve the cast, along with a special preview for a future fanfic of mine if I can add it in.


As for those who had questions or made statements:

Code Zero: Already replied to you by PM.

Black 13: No, never have I felt any sort of hatred for Cursed-Arm Hassan. Why would I? And if you haven't noticed, his popularity has been growing since FGO was released. Some people are actually calling him Batman thanks to his interludes. And his role during the Camelot Chapter helped win over even more fans to his side. And stop asking me about things unrelated to FMB. If you made an account like Code Zero, then we can talk. I said this over a dozen times now.

Cain: Same thing as Black 13, stop asking me about things unrelated to FMB unless you have an account to which then we can talk to each other about stuff like that. That said, I shall only ever pick Jeanne as my favorite XP And you know what? I never thought about calling them the Phantom Faction. I might consider using it in the future. It's better than just "Sajyou Manaka's group" or whatever. As for Miyu, no real answer since I'm not really delving into the Emiya family in FMB. I'll make references to them but that's about it.

Fatcat: Are you asking me if Jeanne or Atalanta are going to fight? If so, just read the story.

ordinarybystandr: I was actually planning on giving them that kind of relationship to begin with. Or at least something similar that is since I haven't really had time to show it yet. Anyway, FGO basically confirmed my thoughts about the two. So now I could go into it without any doubts.


Anyway, that's it for now. Please review :D