AN: And here's CH23. Hope you all like it :D

Update (10/16/2016): I just realized that the part with Medea and Arthur wasn't what it was supposed to be. I actually wrote two versions of that scene, with the older one being used when instead it should have been the newer one but I didn't see it soon enough. So yeah, fixed it up just now.


Chapter 23:

Army of the King


"Hah!"

Two heroes cried out as their fists collided with one another, the force from which created a shockwave that could be felt a great distance away.

Achilles smirked to himself as was being pushed back, his opponent's strike packing more power than what his slim appearance would imply. That attack just now actually made him cringe in pain!

...!

The two then traded several more blows between their fists, feet, and spears. To the normal onlooker, it would've liked they were striking air with the occasional explosive force as a result of their clash.

...!

Achilles grinned wildly. Karna's assault was relentless. Truly, he was a hero who had earned his place as a Heroic Spirit. It was a damn shame that the two of them hadn't met each other when they were alive. If they had, they needn't bothered with all the restrictions placed on them as Servants.

Had it been the case, Achilles wondered to himself how much more powerful his opponent would have been. As annoying as it was, he could tell that despite fighting harder than last time, his opponent was still holding back on him. If he wasn't so entertained, he might have felt insulted by it.

Speaking of which, there was his other opponent to think about as well...

...!

Dodging an arrow aimed at his heel, the Adamant Hero smirked at the golden-haired huntress off into the distance. He couldn't help but be impressed with her aim. Several times now he had to dodge arrows aimed at his weakness. Achilles knew that if not for his invulnerability aside from his heel, then perhaps the Chaste Huntress would've already made her mark on him by now.

Having both good looks and martial prowess, now that was his type of woman!

Sadly, they were enemies at the moment. So there wasn't much time to talk. Though, there was a chance of that happening as well.

With what limited knowledge he had about the Rogue Servants, it was that so long as the Class-Card things serving as their cores were left intact, then it was possible to summon the same Servant again as many times as possible.

In other words, even if he killed her here, he could possibly get a chance to know her later if any of the Masters decided to make use of her card. The though just brought smile to his face. He had always wanted to a chance to meet and work together with the Chaste Huntress.

...!

Achilles instinctively ducked as Karna had thrust his spear forward, narrowly striking him in the head.

'Wait, I should probably be focusing on the fight first.'

He thought, spinning around as he directed a strong kick to his opponent's stomach, pushing Karna back.

Between worrying about his foe right in front of him and the one in the distance, Achilles was having the time of his life. But he wasn't stupid and knew that he needed to keep a clear head and make sure his guard was up. Chiron had taught him as much, and he would never let up on him if he knew that he was allowing himself to be distracted.

The thought of his old mentor caused the Adamant Hero to smirk somewhat as a result.

'You watching Chiron...? I'll make sure to avenge you!'

Thinking that, Achilles grinned wildly as he continued his battle with Karna.

...!

Karna couldn't help but continue smiling throughout their battle himself. He felt his respect for his opponent grow more and more for the Adamant Hero as they fought. He was matching him blow per blow, a feat that not many could do.

He couldn't afford to be careless however. As much as he enjoyed their battle, Karna knew that he needed to take care of Achilles. Right now, he was merely waiting for the right time to use his Noble Phantasm against him.

However, there was a problem.

His main concern about his opponent was the shield that he wielded. Twice now it was able to block out Brahmastra completely, an act which he would've believed impossible considering the amount of destructive power it held. Especially since the first time he had delivered the attack at a near point-blank range.

'There's no doubting that it's a Noble Phantasm...'

The question right now however was whether or not it had a limit. From what he'd seen, it didn't. But it looked like there was a limit in that it could only protect whomever stood behind the shield. If so, then may have to find a way to strike from the back before his opponent could react in time. It was that, or he could try to separate Achilles from it. Neither of which would have been an easy task given his opponent's speed and skill.

...!

"Damn it all, just what manner of warrior is he...?!"

Atalanta cursed to herself as she continued providing support to Lancer as he fought against Achilles. Despite it being a two on one battle, the latter was still capable of holding the two of them off at the same time. Having come from the same lands, she knew that Achilles was a great hero. Yet it never occurred to her that he'd be capable of fending two Servants at once.

It didn't help that her arrows nigh-useless against him, and that the only spot where she could hit him was his heel of all places. Making for a very difficult target. Even she would admit that trying to hit such a thing was quite the challenge, especially given that Achilles was quite fast in his own right. Dare she say it, he might even beat her in a footrace if such a thing ever occurred between the two.

Still, she could tell that Lancer was providing a great enough challenge that not even the Adamant Hero could easily overcome the white-haired demigod. And by constantly shooting at him, the green-haired warrior was being kept at bay.

'Should I use it here...?'

The golden-haired huntress thought to herself. She considered using her other Noble Phantasm to help give them an edge in this battle. Though she disliked using it, the Chaste Huntress believed that the boost she would gain as a result of using it would definitely help them in the long run.

There was only one problem with it. And that was that she would become prone to falling into a more feral nature. One in which she was unsure of her ability to control and likely to attack either friend or foe. Perhaps she could have qualified for a Berserker when using it.

...

...

'No, not right now. It's not yet the proper time...'

After some short deliberating, Atalanta decided not to. If she were to use it, then she should save it for when it mattered. Instead, she continue focusing on her current task of supporting Lancer. They needed to take down Achilles soon, other wise Lancer might exhaust himself.

...!

An explosion in the air quickly caught the attention of the three.

"Look out below!"

"...! Rider!?"

Turning their gazes, they all saw Rider of Red falling out from the sky with all three Masters in each of his arms. With an audible thud, he landed safely on the ground.

"Heh, now that was a close call..."

Iskander muttered to himself, cursing his own luck as he had just lost his chariot.

"Sorry about that, it's because we were with you that..." Waver began.

"Don't be." The King of Conquerors replied with a smile. "I made my choice to partake in that battle. The onus is mine to bear alone."

The aerial battle was quite enjoyable in itself, never before had he experienced his blood pumping as fast as it did. Once this entire mess was sorted out, he really should consider outfitting himself and his men with what Saber of Red's master called jet fighters, much like the one the Black Knight had used during their last battle.

"What do we do know?" Aya asked worriedly as she saw that they were now being surrounded by enemy forces.

"Damn it, you all aright?!"

Achilles went up to the group, never taking his eyes off either Karna or Atalanta, as he took up a defensive position. He took a moment to gaze towards his Master, sighing in relief once he saw that Gray was alright.

"We got ourselves shot down by Assassin." Iskander muttered in annoyance as he rubbed his neck. "And I really enjoying my battle with that guy too."

"That guy?"

...!

The cry of a horse caught Achilles' attention. Soon enough, a white horse with wings on its sides landed between his two opponents. A man with wavy red-violet hair sitting atop it with a rather serene expression on his Adamant Hero immediately knew who he was. While he didn't have any special abilities like Ruler that allowed him to know the identity of Servants, as a hero of Greece, it was instinct for him to be able to identify fellow heroes from the same lands.

And even before then. As a former pupil of Chiron, it was instinct for him to recognize his fellow student...

"Perseus... I didn't know you were here too..."

Achilles began, his mouth slowly forming into a smile as he gazed at his fellow student. He had seen him do battle with the others before twice now, but this was the first time he had seen him up close. He looked rather lanky to say the least about him.

"Is that so? The same cannot be said for me."

The others remained quiet as the two spoke with each other, sensing the rather extreme hostility coming from Achilles onto Perseus. Not even Assassin, as numerous and pragmatic as they were, were willing to make a move that might upset the two Greek heroes. Perseus subtly motioning them to stand down for now only ensured it.

"What, you saying you were trying to avoid me then?"

"Of course. Considering the stunt you pulled with Hector, I'd felt it wise to avoid coming into contact with you."

"Heh, you just had to remind me of that."

Achilles laughed for a moment before he gazed hard at the Gorgon-Slayer.

"So then, I heard that you were the one who killed Chiron."

"I was." Perseus confirmed with closed eyes and a nod. "It was an act that brought me no joy, but I did what I must as he was an enemy."

"Couldn't even fight him fairly? I heard that your people used poison blades against him and ganged up on him with Assassin."

"Of course, I couldn't take any chances with him after all." The former said, gesturing to his right arm for a moment. "I take it that you're not pleased?"

"Bastard... what are you playing at?"

Achilles asked, his gaze turning into a glare. He would've at least been fine with the fact that Perseus prided in himself being able to kill of Chiron, or perhaps showed regret that it had to come down to it. Perhaps both really. So long as he showed some semblance of emotion, he would've perhaps been alright with what happened.

But, as Perseus spoke, he couldn't feel anything. Every word spoken from his mouth felt empty, there was no depth to them. Achilles could tell that he was speaking sincerely, but it lacked the subtleties of emotion that were there whenever people spoke.

It was like he was empty...

'Chiron was killed by a bastard like this...?'

He could feel anger rising in his veins. Of course he would feel this way, why wouldn't he?

"That's it, I'm going to kill you now."

Achilles stated, getting into a fighting stance. Atalanta then raised her bow, speaking to the former.

"Don't even try it, you're outnumbered as it is."

"Don't worry, I'll deal with you later beautiful." He winked and smiled at the Chaste Huntress much to her disgust. "Right now, I'm really going to focus everything into killing this bastard right in front of me."

"Bastard...!" How dare he treat her like some sort of common damsel!

"And what of me?"

Karna asked, stepping forward as he readied himself as well. Thanks to his rage, Achilles had nearly forgotten about his other foe as well.

"Fine with me, the more the merrier I say."

Waver felt dread at this. While Achilles was amazing enough to have been able to fend off both Lancer and Archer at the same time, adding a third Servant into the mix would most definitely lead to his defeat.

Not only that, he was also the only one aside from Aya's Lancer who could perhaps stand against the white-haired demigod. And the latter was currently busy elsewhere in the Mirror World dealing with the other Archer. There was also the matter of Assassin of Black having surrounded them all over. He could tell that they were likely thinking that they had already won. They weren't even bothering with concealing themselves anymore.

"Lancer, where are you?"

Aya called out, telepathically communicating with her Servant. Hoping that he would respond.

"I'm a little busy right now, did something happen!?"

She sighed in relief once she heard his voice. Judging from the way Lancer spoke, it seemed like he was alright. A fact that she relayed to Waver who nodded in response.

"Rider's just lost his chariot, and now we're surrounded by Lancer, Archer, and Assassin."

"Damn it, I'm too far away to get to you in time. You think you all could hold out?"

"I don't think so, but I could use a Command Spell to bring you here..."

The young blonde replied, holding her hand closely to her chest. If she used it now, then the chances of them surviving went up. Perhaps she really should-

A hand on her shoulder interrupted Aya's thoughts. Looking towards the source, she saw that it was Waver who had done so.

"Not now, we're not done yet."

He said, having realized as to what the blonde must've been thinking about. Though he thought the same thing, Lancer was currently doing alright according to the blonde's words. If that was the case, then they needn't bother him right now. Not when he was keeping the other Archer and the rest of the Assassins of their back.

And after all, they still had one more card left to play...

"Rider."

"I know boy, just leave it to me"

The Master Servant duo communicated with each other, the latter of the pairing grinning wildly as he was now given permission to use that.

Stepping forward, the King of Conquerors spoke.

"Come now Lancer, no need to be so brash as to take on three Servants by yourself."

"What, you wanna join in Rider?" Achilles asked with a slight grin. "Your choice, but I doubt that you'll be able to keep up with us if you do."

"Hahaha! You don't beat around the bush do you?" The red-haired Servant simply laughed in response, amused by his comrade's statement. "Alas, as entertaining as that would be, that's not what I'm saying at all."

"Then why do you step forward Rider? With your chariot gone, you've now lost your advantage in this war."

Atalanta asked, aiming her bow towards the former knowing that when compared to Lancer he and their Masters were the easier targets to hit.

"True, but whoever said that my chariot was the only card I had to play?" Iskander asked, grinning at the Chaste Huntress.

"What was that...?"

She said, her grip on her bow tightening itself. Was he serious just now or was he bluffing?

No, the smile on his face said otherwise. He truly was serious.

"So what you're saying is that you have another Noble Phantasm then?"

Perseus spoke up. He suspected as much, it was foolish to assume that his opponent only had that one chariot to use in combat.

"Of course, I've been saving it up for a very special occasion. I wanted to show it to Saber and Archer, and to this King of Kings character that the King of Knights had spoken about as we traveled to this city. I suppose I should make an exception now considering the situation at hand."

He explained, causing several of the Assassins to start laughing in response.

"Hahaha! Don't be so foolish Rider, you and your lot are completely surrounded!"

"The King of Fools is more suited for him!"

They all mocked. Atalanta merely frowned at this, feeling that such behavior was unbecoming of a warrior and Heroic Spirit. That wasn't even getting into the fact that they were being overly arrogant despite having not yet seen Rider's secret trump card.

"Is that so? Perhaps I should all show you then!"

...!

Everyone braced themselves as a strong wind appeared out of nowhere, with Waver standing in front of and holding onto both Gray and Aya.

"Lord El-Melloi, what's going on...!?" The latter asked.

"Don't worry, it's nothing to worry about!"

That response puzzled Aya for a moment, before she and the others all realized that the strong winds were coming from none other than Rider of Red himself. The large man was now standing in the middle between them and their enemies.

"T-This is...!?"

Atalanta muttered to herself in shock and crossed her arms together in front of her face. What pressure! Looking towards her allies, she saw that the only one not at all bothered by what was happening was Lancer himself.

Instead of doing something, the latter was merely waiting for Rider to make his move. Curious as to what exactly he was trying to do.

"Now then, I have bore witness to all of your Noble Phantasms my friends. Such magnificent treasures they all are. Compared to my chariot, I feel rather overwhelmed. As such, allow me to return the favor by showing my strongest and most prized possession!"

...!

With that, a swirl of light emanated from Iskander, engulfing everyone within range.

For a good few moments, everything went silent for Aya. She couldn't see or feel anything either, the ground having disappeared as well. For a moment, she felt like she was floating in air. She held on tightly to Waver, fearing for the worst.

But it never came. Soon enough, she felt her feet touching the surface once again.

Although, it felt off for some reason...

"Huh? This is...?"

Opening her eyes, the young blonde was surprised to see-

"Sand...?"

Gray said before her, just as equally surprised as the blonde as she took in their surroundings. The city had disappeared, now replaced by a desert of sand as far as the eye could see. The blackened sky now replaced by the morning blue one, the sun shining brightly down upon them. Their group and the Rogue Servants were also placed a distance away from one another.

What was this...? They were in the city just now weren't they? Just what kind of method could have...

Ah, it couldn't be could it...!?

"This is... a Reality Marble!"

Gray stated in shock and realization as she looked towards Waver for confirmation, the latter of which only silently nodded at his apprentice's deduction.

"A Reality Marble...?"

Aya muttered in confusion, and saw that the Rogue Servants themselves were in a state of disbelief as well given how they were all looking around as well.

"Rider, this world is..."

Karna began, calling out to the King of Conquerors having realized for himself just what exactly he had done.

"Exactly. This realm is an illusion much like that Mirror World of yours, created from a memory of a time that has now since passed. So long ago, my soldiers once marched across these lands... ever moving forward with me in my conquest."

...!

While saying this, a sound echoed out through the distance causing everyone but Iskander to turn their attention towards the source.

It was too distant to properly make out what exactly it was. However, in the case of the Servants and especially Atalanta due to her ears, the latter group were all able to identify as to what exactly the sounds were.

They were the sounds of soldiers making their march...

"I-Impossible...!" The Chaste Huntress muttered to herself.

"Not impossible!"

Iskander exclaimed in response, a grin on his face as slowly they all came into view in the horizon as they came up from behind their group.

His army...

"In life or in death, as humans or as Heroic Spirits, they still pledge their loyalty to me!"

Soon they all came to a stop not too far away from their group. Men and women, people of different races, cultures, and beliefs...

"Wherever I may be, on whatever battlefield I find myself on, they shall always be there to stand by my side. And that is my greatest treasure! A bond so strong that it can even transcend the world itself, one that can equal any gift from the gods!"

All of them stood ready awaiting their King's command... All of them ready to continue their journey with him once more.

"This world is that bond manifested, and it's my greatest Noble Phantasm I, Iskander, posses...!"

Iskander spread out his arms, his face forming the largest grin it could manage.

"IONIOI HETAIROI!"

He declared with a booming voice, resulting in a resounding cry coming from the army. All of them cheering at their King's words.

Everyone but Waver, who was grinning instead, could only watch on in stunned silence. Every single one of them... they were all Servants! Just what kind of madness could allow such a thing like this to manifest!?

"Well, shit..."

Achilles whistled in awe, still unable to believe what was happening himself. He disliked kings and royalty in general, believing that they were above others, and he had once thought Saber, Archer, and Rider to be just like that as well. Though recent events made him rethink his stance on all three.

Right now though, he might need to rethink his stance on Rider once again.

Something like this, being able to summon an army of Servants who were all loyal to him... he had no words to describe it.

"I see, now I understand..."

Atalanta began, muttering to herself once more.

The other night, during the last battle between their groups in Trifas, she had noticed that there was another Servant alongside Rider as he flew in the skies alongside Berserker and Rider of Black to deal with their forces. She had wondered just what exactly that was about.

This must've been the cause of it... and now they were completely outnumbered!

While she thought this, a large black horse then came up beside Iskander.

"It's been a while hasn't it Bucephalus?"

He greeted, gently giving the horse a stroke as he got onto it.

Yes, this felt right. As much as he liked his chariot and how it allowed him to fly, riding Bucephalus was even better. It had been his steed since he was a young boy, and he wouldn't trade him for any other horse in the world. He was as much a friend and companion to Iskander as his soldiers.

"Now then," Iskander began. "Tell me Lancer, Archer, Rider; will you join this fellowship or oppose me and my comrades?"

Iskander asked, much to the surprise of the Rogue Servants. Was he seriously saying that?

"You're all such shining stars, I find it would be a terrible waste for you all to die here. I offer you this last chance. Join us, or our blades shall meet one another."

He declared. The others noted that while saying this, Rider had left out Assassin of Black. He must not think much of them if that was the case.

Atalanta gritted her teeth at this. What should they do? Right now, she couldn't see any way for them to win like this. Should they retreat? Would Assassin of Red's talismans even work in a world like this? Damn it all, they truly had underestimated the power of Rider!

"I see... so you would think that having an army on your side gives you the advantage?"

"Lancer...?"

The Chaste Huntress called out in surprise as he saw her comrade taking a few steps forward in front of them.

"Regardless of whether you bring a thousand or a hundred thousand heroes, it matters not..."

He said, stretching out his hand as the golden spear he wielded was suddenly engulfed completely in flames.

It was for a brief moment however. As soon enough the flames died out, revealing the weapon in the white-haired demigod's hands.

The golden spear he had wielded was now replaced with an incredibly large one, enough that Aya questioned on how the former could even wield it. The blade, or what appeared to be it anyway, was as black as the night sky. It soon began glowing red however, as Karna soon took a fighting stance.

"My loyalty belongs only to my Master, and he demands that I bring to him your heads."

Karna declared, stating his intent to fight on despite the odds much to everyone's surprise.

Iskander couldn't help but be impressed by this. But then again, considering who Lancer was, perhaps he believed that his army wouldn't have been enough of a challenge. He felt somewhat insulted at this, but at the same time understood.

"Very well then, and I suppose the same goes for you two as well." Iskander said, gazing at both Greek heroes for a moment and saw the look in their eyes. "If that's the case, then it all comes down to this."

He then stated, drawing out his sword as he called out to his army.

"Annihilate them!"

The King of Conquerors exclaimed, causing a resounding cry from his army as they all charged ahead.

"Heh, don't leave me out of this!"

Achilles said, grinning wildly as he charged alongside the army.

Fearing for their lives, the numerous Assassins ran off, hoping to outrun the army. Atalanta clicked her tongue in distaste, her evaluation of Assassin worsening as a result of their attempt to flee. Didn't they know that it was futile to run?

"Rider, Archer,"

Hearing Lancer call out to both her and Perseus, she turned her gaze towards him.

"Take to the skies. With your Noble Phantasms, the two of you together should be able to do some decent damage to this army. And Rider's mount will make you a hard target to hit as well. I will keep them busy on the ground."

"Are you sure that's wise?" Atalanta asked.

"You and I both know that he has a point." Perseus commented. "Between the three of us, Lancer's the only one strong enough to take on Rider's army head on. Come, we shall support him from the skies."

He said, stretching out his hand towards the Chaste Huntress for her to take.

After a brief moment, she did, getting on Pegasus. This was her first time riding such a magnificent creature, having heard tales about it now and again. Perhaps she would have been honored for the opportunity if not for the current situation.

Looking towards Lancer, she hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Lancer... don't die."

"And the same to you."

With that, the two heroes flew off into the sky leaving Karna by himself. Silently gazing at his two comrades, he then turned his attention towards the army charging towards him. One thought went through his mind as they came closer and closer...

Perhaps this was going to be fun...

"Ready for round three!?"

Achilles exclaimed, having closed the gap between the two of them, his fist cocked back.

For now, Perseus could wait. There was no way for the Adamant Hero to reach him at the moment even if he wanted to.

Right now though, he had a much more entertaining prize in front of him...

"Heh."

Karna responded by doing the same, cocking back his own fist as well.

...!

An explosion of air rang out as their fists collided.


"Ugh, that was undignified..."

"Oh, already awake Saber?"

Medea greeted the King of Knights, who himself groggily entered the greenhouse with a hand over his head.

"Greetings Caster, I see that you've both already started..."

Arthur stated, his gaze falling upon Jeanne, who from the looks of it decided to switch out her casual outfit for her regular Servant attire, as she knelt in the middle of a magic circle with her eyes closed and both hands held together in front of her. To be precise, she looked like she was praying.

He couldn't help but note how serene she looked, surrounded by the ethereal light emanating from the circle.

"How do you feel? I take it that Archer's special brew didn't leave any lasting effects?"

The blue-haired woman said, smirking somewhat at the expense of the blonde as Arthur groaned. He had a feeling that this wasn't going to go away anytime soon, he just hoped that Mordred wouldn't find out about it. That was the last thing he needed.

Hahaha! How lame! The O respectable King of Knights, admired and feared by many, downed by a mere drink! This is too priceless! Ahahahaha!

Arthur could honestly see her reacting like that. If she did, he'd have no words to say.

"Aside from the mild headache I have, none. It shall pass." He shook his head and replied, crossing his arms as he once again allowed his gaze to fall upon his Master. "So then, did your idea succeed as we had hoped?"

"It has, though we have yet to detect anything so far." The Servant of Magic stated before pausing. "Well, aside from Rider and his Master of course. The other teams we're trying to locate for now to see how far Ruler's reach can extend."

"Speaking of Rider, how are he and Sieg doing? They haven't run into any trouble have they?"

"Nothing of the sort, though Sieg at times loses control of his powers and they are forced to take small breaks."

"Wait, what?"

"Calm yourself, I merely meant that Sieg loses his focus when it's needed. Considering his new abilities, it's not surprising that he's trying to adjust to them." She explained as the former relaxed somewhat. "Also, I might ask that you spar with Sieg in the future. However little it may be, he'll need practice on using his powers in actual battle. And it would do us good to see how well he can now fare against a Servant with his abilities."

"I'll be glad to help." Arthur nodded in agreement.

"My thanks then."

Medea said, turning her gaze towards the young saint at that moment, memories of the sight from earlier coming back to her. The blue-haired woman smiled to herself, perhaps she could have some fun with Saber regarding it? She was curious to see how he would react-

...!

"...!?"

She yelped somewhat in surprise when she felt her hood being pulled down all of a sudden. She turned around and saw that Saber had been the one responsible.

Unamused by his actions, she turned around and faced him directly.

"What do you think you're doing?" The blue-haired woman demanded.

"Nothing really, it's just that I feel you putting up that hood in broad daylight is a tad ominous. I suppose couldn't help but to take it off..."

Arthur replied, trailing off as he stared at Caster with a blank look in his eyes. This is what she really looked like underneath that hood? It was rather unexpected to say the least. Then again, considering who she was, perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised. Medea was often credited as being beautiful after all.

"It's rude to stare."

"Ah, my apologies." He held up his hands. "I didn't mean to offend, I was just taken aback by how beautiful you were I suppose."

"Hoh? Are you trying to flirt with me Saber?"

Medea smirked as she crossed her arms. Saber wasn't the first man to compliment her on her beauty, and probably would never be the last. It was something she was quite used to at this point. A thought a came to her mind that caused her smirk to widen, and then she continued.

"Flattered as I may be, Ruler might not take kindly to that."

Said young saint flinched for a moment but neither had noticed. Opening an eye, Jeanne silently gazed at the two from where she was.

"It wasn't anything of the sort." Arthur replied, having completely missed the former's intentions causing her to somewhat falter. "But I do think it's a waste for you to always have that hood up. Might I ask why?"

"None of your concern, it's my choice. Why would I want it any other way?" She simply stated.

"Well to start, I suppose it would help ease your relations with the others." Arthur replied once more. "Apologies, I know that this is rather intrusive for a knight, but the way you speak and present yourself tells me of a woman who's trying to keep others away from her. I've even asked Rider of Black of this earlier, and he said that while you can be friendly you can be somewhat distant."

"It's nothing of the sort, it's simply a matter of status." Medea stated in response. "Regardless of what my relations are like with them, they're temporary allies at best. I simply see no point in trying to befriend any of them if that's the case."

She huffed and crossed her arms. Should circumstance allow it, the Holy Grail War could very well continue on after dealing with their enemies. She knew that it was unlikely given recent revelations about the grail, but there was still a chance of it. Which meant back to business for her and the others should it ever pass. There was no point in trying befriend any of them if that was the case.

Though truth be told, that was only half the reason. The other being that the idea of interacting more with her allies didn't really come to mind much. Aside from perhaps Saber of Red, whom she found rather cute despite her temperament, she wasn't really keen on getting to know the Red Servants to begin with. She saw enough of both Archer and Lancer of Red to know the type of people they were.

As for Rider of Red. He may have been friendly but she wasn't really fond of how overly muscular he was, his physique reminded her a little too much of a certain other muscular idiot she knew... said person being one of their opponents in the war as a member of the second strongest Servant-Class.

"True, but they're allies regardless. Considering the current situation, the stronger our bonds with each other, the higher the chances we'll succeed in our task."

"You're the type to believe in such a thing Saber?"

Medea asked, somewhat in disbelief at the words of the King of Knights. Then again, with a title like that and the character he had shown until now, perhaps she should have expected him to believe in such a juvenile concept.

"Perhaps. What I do know is that stronger bonds often result in better teamwork between people." Arthur replied with a knowing smile, hinting to the witch that he knew what she was thinking just now. "However, I'm not forcing you Caster. I am simply suggesting it."

"So you say, but I somehow get the feeling that you mean otherwise." Medea replied, sighing somewhat to herself. "Very well then, at the very least I shall consider your words for now. I highly doubt that you would leave the matter be if I don't."

"I'm glad to hear it then." Arthur nodded as a thought came to mind. "Though I would suggest on avoiding Archer of Red."

Said statement merely resulted in the blue-haired woman to smirk in response, a brief giggle.

Smiling to herself, Jeanne closed her eye and went back to focusing her attention at the task at hand.

...!

"Ah, what is this?"

Jeanne cried out, opening her eyes wide and catching the attention of the other two as they gazed in her alert.

"What is it? Did something happen?" Arthur asked worriedly.

"It's Rider of Red and the others... I can't seem to detect their location!"

"What!?"

Both voiced in surprise as the young saint went stood up and went over to a map that was placed on a table. It showed the entirety of Greater Tokyo Area, with the former's eyes scanning it before placing a finger on the eastern section of the map.

"Do you remember where they said they'd be investigating? One of Caster's familiars just now flew over the area where they said they would be, yet I cannot detect their presence at all."

"But how could that be? Unless-" Medea suggested.

"No, I don't believe that to be the case." Jeanne replied, shaking her head at the former's words . "If they were in that much trouble, I believe Mr. Waver would try to contact us for aid. Something must've happened to them that prevents them from doing so. Either way, we must investigate now."

"Who do we send then?"

Arthur asked, resulting in the young saint crossing her arms and closing her eyes in thought for a moment.

Should she send Arthur? No, even with his riding skill combined with the motorcycle given to him by Sister Petresia he wouldn't be fast enough. Caster with her teleportation could however, but she was needed her in order to help maintain the defenses here at the estate...

Wait, there was a pair right now who could get there in time...

"I believe Rider and Sieg should suffice." Jeanne said, revealing her choice to the two. "Caster, could you please contact and inform them about the current situation?"

"I can, but are you sure it's wise?" Medea asked. "At the moment, Sieg is still in the middle of mastering his powers after all. He could prove to be a liability if-"

"I have faith that the two of them can pull through with this."

The young saint simply said, a smile on her face as she did so. It effectively caused the blue-haired woman to be at a loss for words. Curse it all, did she have to look so pure while saying that? She could feel that same urge inside her from before grow again at the sight of Ruler's smiling face.

"Very well, I'll do as you say then."

She replied, and Arthur suddenly felt a strange chill as he saw a faint blush on Caster's face. What was that just now? It seems as though Jeanne had failed to notice it however, judging from the way she simply smiled and nodded in appreciation.

Somehow, he felt a strange form danger approaching his Master in the future...

"Speaking of which," Jeanne began as she turned to look at Arthur. "Arthur, do you mind getting Archer to come and see me?"

"Hmm?" He mumbled, gazing at her in confusion.

"I want him to go check on Miss Fiore and Mr. Shishigou's team out in the western area. Something tells me that they might have run into some trouble themselves."

"Ah, I see."

Arthur nodded in understanding. Personally though, after what happened earlier, he wasn't exactly keen on seeing Archer so soon. And considering the latter's personality, he wasn't sure if he would even agree to doing it.

Still, if Jeanne was asking him to do it, he decided to comply to her request.


"Come on, come on, come on!"

...!

Leaping their way throughout the city, Lancer chased after Archer and several Assassins. Using his spear, he deflected any incoming projectiles aimed straight at him. Whether it be arrows or bullets, none of it mattered to the Hound of Chulainn.

"Oh for the love of, just stand still and let us hit you!"

Archer exclaimed as he shot numerous bolts at his target. Damn it all, the bastard was so damned fast that none of his attacks were even getting by his defenses. He might need to get in close if he wanted his bolts to do their magic, otherwise they might just continue to remain useless.

Thankfully, he had Assassin to back him up. Though useless in close combat, their numbers made them useful in barrage attacks, especially with the weapons procured for them by the boss. And through some magic enhancement, they became powerful enough that Lancer was forced to put up his guard when being assaulted.

...!

Leaping back just in time, the blue-haired spearsman avoided being blown away by a missile. At the same time, Robin smirked as he saw four Assassin's materialize right behind his opponent, all poised to strike him.

"Too slow!"

...!

Quickly turning around, Lancer swung his spear in a wide arc, slicing through one Assassin and using him to smack the rest into a nearby building. Damn, perhaps he should have known better than expect something more of Assassin. Presence Concealment was only good in combat situations if the user was fast enough to strike their opponent.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he motioned for two to stand beside him and soon unleashed a barrage bullets.

Avoiding the assault, Lancer slid himself under a truck. Using his spear, he then flipped it over and kicked it over to his opponents.

"Ah shit!"

...!

The group quickly moved out of the way as the vehicle smashed through the wall of a building. Using the distraction, Lancer began dispatching the Assassin personas nearest to him. None lasting even a second against the Hound of Chulainn.

...!

"Ack!"

Narrowly avoiding being clipped by his foe's spear, it cut through his his cape as he leaped away from Lancer.

"Tch, you're one persistent bastard I'll give you that!"

Archer stated, pulling out several grenades before throwing directly at the blue-haired spearsman.

"You'd think I'd fall for that!?"

The former exclaimed, swatting the small objects away before they all exploded. However, one of them was stun grenade. And soon enough, once it exploded Lancer's vision was completely engulfed in light.

"Agh!"

He covered his eyes to shield himself from the light. Seeing a chance, Archer cried out.

"Now!"

On cue several more Assassins appeared from the streets to the building windows and to their rooftops, all carrying a missile launchers. Wasting no time, they fired their arsenal at the blue-haired spearsman.

Explosions rang out as the missiles made impact with the surroundings, Lancer having dodged them just in time as he began evading the assault once more. Compared to those things that fired those small metal objects, he wasn't about to let himself be blown away by those things.

Screw it, to hell with this nonsense...!

"How about a taste of mine then!?"

Running towards them and spinning around in a circle, Lancer thrusted his spear forward launching a red beam of energy directed at his opponents.

...!

The resulting attack was a blast powerful enough that it reduced the surrounding area to rubble. The buildings were still standing but it looked like they were about to collapse with the damaged they've taken.

Lancer merely smirked in satisfaction at this. The move he used just now was something his teacher had taught him. He didn't think it would be something he'd get to use often since it was one best used when facing multiple opponents.

Having been reminded of the current situation however, he quickly refocused his attention on Archer and turned around to face him.

As soon as he did, the red-haired rogue had already disappeared from his sights.

'Tch, ran away during the chaos huh...?'

It was one thing that Assassin was making use of their Presence Concealment to hide themselves, but it was another for an Archer to have a similar ability himself.

...!

Reacting on instinct, Lancer smashed several crossbow bolts aimed at his head.

'Already sniping me, where?'

He thought, leaping into action as he went over towards the location of the attack source. It didn't matter if he couldn't see sense Archer, the fact that he was attacking meant that he was in physical form whenever he did. He just had to find him before he could launch more attacks.

Looking down however, he saw something that caught his eye.

"Hmm? That's..."


"Geez...!"

Beatrice muttered to herself, seated atop the ledge of a building overlooking the battlefield that was the city beneath her. From here, she could safely observe everything that was going on, most especially her own Servant who at the moment was taking on the Lancer-Class Servant stolen from them by the four-eyed Tohsaka bitch.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!? Hurry up and kill him already!"

She exclaimed, though no one really heard her. Seriously, Lancer was just one Servant! Archer was teaming up with Assassin, so they should have had the advantage!

"Calm yourself Beatrice, shouting will do you no good."

The redhead merely clicked her tongue in response at this, turning her head around to see Angelica appearing in a flash of light right in behind her. The tall blonde had her arms crossed, her gaze never changing as she began observing the ongoing battle herself.

"Huh? And just what the hell are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to stay behind at the gardens?"

"New orders from Kotomine and Lord Julian." Angelica merely replied. "For now, I am to observe the situation with Tohsaka Ayaka's Lancer Servant. With both Rider and Lancer of Red temporarily out of the picture, this could be an opportunity for us."

"I don't know about that, those morons are getting their asses kicked." Beatrice scoffed, chewing on a candy bar as she and her comrade gazed down upon the battle once more. "By the way, if you're wondering where Caster is, he's off hiding somewhere watching the battle alone. That nutcase doesn't want to be interrupted."

"That much I already knew for myself." Angelica merely replied. "At any rate, would you contact Archer for me? I have something I need to talk to him about."

"Hmm? You have something in mind?"

"Just do as I say and you'll find out."

Normally, Beatrice would have been annoyed by how casually the former commanded her to do something. That was always one of the problems she had with the blonde, thinking she was so great that she felt like she could order her around whenever she wanted to.

Still, from the tone of her voice, she knew that Angelica had already planned something out. Whatever it was, it caught her attention. As such, the redhead decided to comply for now. Though she still thought of Angelica as a bitch who only had her giant melons going for her.

"Tch, alright already. But this better be good." Beatrice replied. "Hey useless idiot!"

"Huh? Geez, you really have to call me now of all times Master? I'm sort of busy here...!"

"Quit your whining and listen up, Angelica says she has something cooked up!"

"Really? Well then I'm all ears!"

Gazing towards the blonde, Beatrice nodded her head to which Angelica understood as Archer having agreed to listen to the plan. It was a long shot, the risks being great for both her and Beatrice. But if they succeeded, then it would make the following battles much more easier.

"Alright then, listen well..."


"Now this is more like it~!"

Manaka said, plopping down upon the soft bed in front of her. After Caster's... dress up experiments on her, the fox woman finally got around to remodeling the cave they were staying in through the use of her magic into something more homely. At the moment, it currently resembled her old home. With the room she was staying being near identical to her old one as well.

She was also currently wearing a bathrobe, the story behind that being that once Caster finished with the remodeling, she immediately motioned for the two of them to take a bath together. Manaka felt a shiver go down her spine as the fox woman was rather... frisky. She found herself wondering if she shouldn't have brought her back. Next time, she'll be making sure to bathe by herself.

"Come on now Master, it's time to dry your hair~"

"Yes, yes."

The young blonde stated, deciding to comply with Caster as the latter sat behind her on the bed. As annoying as she was, it did feel nice to have someone pamper her like this. Though not as nice when her darling prince was the one doing it of course. No one could ever replace Saber.

"By the way, where did Lancer, Archer, and Assassin go...?"

After finally taking a moment to notice, Manaka realized that all three Servants had yet to return from what she had assumed was them simply going out on patrol. It had been hours since they left, so they should have already come back by now.

"Ara? Didn't I tell you earlier?" Tamamo spoke in surprise.

"Tell me what?"

"Lancer decided to go and pay a visit to Saber of Black, and both Archer and Assassin went out to try and stop her. From the looks of it, they haven't."

"What!? Why you didn't you tell me sooner!?" Manaka cried out in panicked disbelief before she began pouting in annoyance. "Really now, I thought they were just going to go out on a patrol or something. I already told them to not attack Saber's comrades. Why didn't they listen!?"

"Hah, it seems your dominion over isn't as strong as you believe it to be Potnia Theron."

Ramesses stated, materializing before the duo with a smirk on his face, his arms crossed, and slouching on a nearby chair.

"Rider." The blonde muttered before frowning at the Egyptian Pharaoh. "What have I told you about calling me by that name?"

"Heh, I speak only the truth Master. For your hold over me, the King of Kings, is quite something."

Ramesses began, his smirk growing as a sudden pressure could be felt within the room. Had Manaka been a normal person, it was likely that she would have died from the sensation alone. The room itself shook as the pressure grew, killing intent was emanating from the King of Kings, as he gazed at the young blonde and continued speaking.

"The hunger I feel right now for your head is quite astounding to say the least, never before have I yearned so much to see someone dead at my feet than with you. Yet despite this, my body behaves itself, preventing me from sating my desire. What else could you be called, for being able to control me to such a degree?"

"How about Master then~?"

Manaka asked with an innocent smile. Her reply merely caused the Egyptian Pharaoh to chuckle slightly. Such gall the girl had to mock him even while being threatened. Then again, considering what she was, perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised.

"Yes yes, we get it now!"

...!

"Ack!"

Going over to Ramesses, Tamamo materialized a paper fan in her hands and lightly smacked the Egyptian Pharaoh over the head with it. As result of it, the pressure and killing intent emanating from him quickly disappeared as well.

"I just managed to set this place up. Don't you dare try to break it just because you're mad at Master."

"Caster, you-!"

"Ara? Are you sure you could afford getting mad at me..."

She began, putting both hands together and directed a pleading look towards the King of Kings.

"Brother~?"

"...!"

The latter immediately settled down at this, a troubled look on his face that also spoke of joy however. Manaka merely smiled at this, Rider was a rather simple man to fall for such a thing. Immediately after she had re-summoned them, he had insisted on Caster calling him as such since they were both, in his words, aspects of the sun.

Caster was quick to take advantage of this, quickly revealing the weakness that the King of Kings possessed for the term. Somehow, her view of him dimmed...

"Now then, how about you go make yourself useful and go fetch Lancer and the others before they do something stupid."

"Hmph, why would I waste my time on something like that?" He huffed.

"Because you're the only one who hasn't actually done anything yet."

Tamamo pointed out, causing the former to flinch somewhat since it was true. Between the six of them, Rider was the only one who basically had been sitting at the cave doing nothing. Even Berserker already had his moment to shine.

"True, I have indeed grown quite bored of this place." Ramesses recovered quickly and pondered to himself, a smirk growing on his face. "Perhaps I shall endeavor to do as you ask then Caster. However, do not mistake that I'm following your orders. I'm merely taking a suggestion is all."

"Ahaha~ If that's the case, then just think of it as doing a favor for your sister~" The fox woman said, smiling as she placed her arms around the former's neck. "That's alright, isn't it brother~?"

For a moment, there was nothing but mere silence. Seconds later however, Ramesses wordlessly turned into spirit form and left. Tamamo smiled to herself at this, knowing that the King of Kings had been completely convinced to do it.

"I can't believe that worked, who knew that Rider could be so simple?"

"Then let this be a lesson Master. All men are simple at heart, you just have to know which buttons to push to get them to act the way you want~"

Manaka merely shrugged at this. She remembered seeing the type of person that Rider was during the Third Holy Grail War. Back then, and to this day, he was a overwhelmingly powerful Servant. And he had a demeanor that matched said power quite well, to the point that despite being under her control for the most part, Rider still managed to retain his sense of self and memories. She couldn't help but respect him as a result.

To see him act the way he was now however... perhaps it was true when people say to never judge a book by its cover.

"Alright Master, time to get you into a fresh change of clothes~!"

"Ah...!"

Before she could even react, Caster already had a firm grasp on the young blonde. A glint in her golden eyes as she smiled down upon Manaka, one that sent chills down the latter's spine as looked at the pink-haired woman nervously.

"There's this one outfit that I've been dying to get you into. I think you'll like it, it has fox ears just like mine~!"

"NO! I'll dress myself this time!"


"SHIELDS!"

At their King's command, the loyal soldiers of Ionioi Hetairoi quickly positioned themselves into a secure formation. Their shields all raised above their heads as they prepared themselves for the coming onslaught.

...!

Thousands upon thousands of arrows began raining down upon them, trying to pierce through shielded formation that the army had taken up. Some broke through however, killing off hundreds of his men. Iskander could only look on grimly at the sight of this, looking up towards the source of the attack soon after.

"Hmph, they're tougher than what I imagined..."

"Is that so? Perhaps if we got in closer then?"

There, up in the sky, was the Chaste Huntress Atalanta and the Gorgon-Slayer Perseus. Both riding upon the majestic steed known simply as Pegasus. The King of Conquerors couldn't help but feel envy at the two for being able to ride upon such a magnificent creature, but he supposed it wasn't any time for such feelings.

Right now, they were an enemy that needed to be taken down!

"SPEARS! ARCHERS, TAKE AIM!"

Not a moment after giving out the command, the soldiers quickly did as told, recuperating from the Chaste Huntress' assault and readying themselves.

...!

Soon afterwards, the spearmen nearest to the two from the ground began their assault, all throwing their weapons with tremendous force, as the archers followed suit their counterparts.

"Pegasus!"

Holding on tight, Atalanta braced herself as Perseus spurred on Pegasus, the white beast darting across the sky as it avoided being shot down. With her using her bow to shoot down any that would have made their mark.

She was somewhat impressed by their enemies ability to throw and shoot, reaching up even where the two of them were, nearly hitting them at some points despite the speeds they were going at... Atalanta couldn't help but feel a bit of respect towards the army below them, and to the King who united them all in the first place.

Still, they couldn't afford to prolong this battle. Right now, the two of them including Lancer were the only ones left standing. The Assassin personas had already been killed off not long after the battle commenced. They'd need a way to settle it quickly soon.

"Perseus, how often are you able to use your Noble Phantasm?"

Atalanta asked, continuing to shoot down any incoming projectiles and shooting their enemies below.

"Aside from riding it you mean?" Perseus replied, making sure that his partner didn't end up getting skewered. "If that's the case, then I believe with my current mana, I should at least be able to use it three times before I am exhausted."

"Three times..." The Chaste Huntress muttered to herself. "Thanks to it not taking much mana, I'm able to use my Noble Phantasm more than a few times without worry. But considering their numbers... That leaves us no choice then, we'll need to take down Rider of Red if we want to end this."

"I believed as much. Any suggestions?"

While the two heroes of Greece considered their options, down below the members of the alliance between Red and Black observed the ongoing spectacle that was occurring within the Reality Marble.

Aside from the Archer and Rider taking on an entire army by themselves, another battle was taking place off to the side where no one would interfere. Considering the two individuals who were fighting, all thought it best to leave the two to each other.

...!

Flames ignited from Karna's body as he swung his spear at Achilles, the latter doing the same as the two heroes moved at incredible speeds parrying the other's strikes. The desert landscape around them being blown away by the sheer force of each of their blows.

"This really is on a different level..." Aya couldn't help but mutter nervously.

"Well, both of them are heroes who came from the Age of Gods. Perhaps it's to be expected."

Waver stated in response. They were damn lucky that Achilles had been along with them during this battle, as he knew that were it not for him, Lancer would have already released his Noble Phantasm. And he knew that it was quite a powerful one as well.

...!

"Ugh!"

"What's wrong?" The former quickly went over to the young blonde.

"It's nothing, it's..."

Briefly feeling a burning sensation on her hand, Aya saw that her Command Spell was glowing. She quickly realized what it meant, and that got her to worry.

"Lord El-Melloi."

She began, turning towards Waver and looking at him with a determined look on her face. Without even saying anything, the latter was able to figure out what the blonde was going to say. Having seen her glowing Command Spells.

Under normal circumstances, he would've have said no. But had he been in her position, then...

...

"Gray."

Waver called out, catching the attention of his young apprentice.

"Go with her, make sure that she doesn't get into too much trouble."

Realizing what her Master was about to let them do, Gray simply nodded in response. Looking towards Aya, she also gave her a nod that signified that she was alright with her decision as well.

"Heh, you want to stand alongside your own Servant do you?" Iskander came up, grinning at the young blonde himself. "I approve girl, you will have one of my men as an escort as well. He should be able to keep away any of the Assassins that remain outside of this realm."

"I shall be honored to fight alongside you both." Said soldier declared, appearing right beside his King wearing grey armor, a sword and shield in both his hands. "If you both would hold onto me, then we'll be able to leave soon."

"Right," Aya nodded as both she and Gray did so. "Thank you for this Rider-san, Lord El-Melloi! Are you all going to be alright?"

"El-Melloi II, and we can handle ourselves." Waver replied as he crossed his arms. "Just make sure neither of you two die, I'm making that clear now."

"Yes!"

With that, all three disappeared from where they were stood.


END


Author's Note:

So ends CH23, and so far it's the hardest chapter I had to write since, like I said before and will continue to state, fight scenes aren't my thing. The Ionioi Hetairoi scene is about the longest scene I've ever had to write without breaking it into separate parts I think. And I hope it works well enough. Also, the Achilles vs Karna and Atalanta fight. Some may call BS on that, but I stand by it since the former is stated to be the only one truly capable of keeping up with Karna in Apocrypha and as well as the fact that he specializes in fighting multiple opponents at once. Add his speed, skills, and equipment, I think it checks out.

As for the Cu vs Robin/Hundred-Face fight, I take advantage of the fact that Cu has "Protection from Arrows" skill, which basically means any projectile from a visible opponent is useless against him, and the fact that Cu moves really fast to begin with (A+ Agility) so he reacts and moves a lot faster compared to the other two. So I think it checks out as well, though I apologize if it and the fights in general are disappointing. I'm still trying to work on that aspect of mine XP

And as for Ramesses and Tamamo... screw it, I just wanted to write Ramesses with a weakness for being called brother by a foxy imouto XD Hate me if you wish XD Also, I would have included the continuations of the Siegfried vs Brynhild, Mordred vs Arash, Elizabeth vs Hassan of Serenity fights in this chapter too, but the Ionioi Hetairoi reveal took up about half of the chapter itself, so I decided to save them for the next one instead.

I also rewrote an aspect of the brainwashing regarding Ramesses in order to be more in line with what FGO reveals about him. He's fully aware of himself, but since Manaka pours a lot of mana into controlling him, his body still ends up being controlled. Basically, blame it on Psycho-Loli Goddess powers XP Manaka has been described as omnipotent in a sense several times, so I decided to roll with it.

Also, spoiler alert but screw it, having read the latest chapter of Prisma-Ilya, it's revealed that Angelica is actually Julian's older sister XD I did not see that coming at all, and my brain had to reboot when I finally noticed the resemblance between their designs XD As a result, Angelica's role in the future of FMB has been affected too.


As for the guest reviewers who made statements or who had questions last time:

Guest: I would have done that, but I saw no point to it since aside from Medea and Elizabeth, the Black Team is basically the same as it was before. Though I was planning on showing why Elizabeth came to treat Vlad like an Uncle. But I'm still trying to figure out the proper way on how to write it.

Black 13: To be honest, I've been pondering the pairing itself for years now ever since Fate/Extra was first released. That's all there really is to it.


And to those of you who liked the Side Act that involved Shirou, Hakuno, and Aoko, I have some news you might like. I've decided to make it after all (Well technically speaking I was going to make it regardless but now it's official) and for now, it's name is going to be "Knight of Witches" or "KoW" for short. I won't say much about it aside from the fact that it's going to be heavily based on Fate/Extra in regards to the Holy Grail War, but it won't immediately dive into that as well. And the story itself will take place around a year or so after FMB.

That's it for now. Please review :D