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Chapter 5: Lottery of Murder (4)
I really hate mornings- and no, I'm not referring about standard issues about these.
No, I was… having quite the problematic discussion with someone I had forgotten to have around the house since yesterday.
Someone that was supposed to be staying on the couch as her wounds hadn't healed properly just yet.
Assassin's tone had initially sounded like a worrying alarm, in fact I literally jumped off my bed when I first heard his words loudly enter my mind. With my eyes open wide as I tried to recollect my memories of what had happened yesterday, my legs wobbling toward the doorstep of my room as I rushed downstairs.
The Servant had continued to explain the situation, that something was happening within the kitchen and that it required my direct presence. There was further detailing over 'what' exactly was going on, only that I needed to be there.
Which was worrying, annoying, and not the fright I needed to endure so early in the morning.
I spared just a glance to my watch, a curse rushing out of my lips as I tried to make sense of why that red-haired woman was awake at three in the morning!
I was furious, so much that my face had turned a light-red shade while I marched towards the room where the chaos was originating from.
My body tensed a little as I heard a bottle- or something made of glass, crash into the floor and shard exploding out of it.
My eyes widened again, this time letting me display the full-fledged anger I was brewing within my chest as I finally got sight over the absurd predicament.
Assassin was standing by the corner of the room, now approaching me as I slowly entered the kitchen, while Lancer was quietly looking at his Master going at it against my poor fridge, trying to find something.
I narrowed my eyes at the horrible ordeal that was continuing before my eyes.
Before I could say anything, the blue-haired spandex-wearing Servant decided to try and get the attention of the redhead before shit hit the fan properly.
"Uh, Master, ya should-"
"Q-Quiet!" The woman replied with a half-sob, her entire body shaking in a mix of pain and hatred as she continued to fish around the destroyed fridge. "W-Where the goddamn are the liquors-"
"I don't have any alcohol in the house." Except the one that has been turned in Molotov bombs.
The woman stopped instantly in her chaos-making, her entire frame tensing up at the sound of my voice as she slowly turned her head to look back at me.
Red eyes blinked right at my face.
"So, other than making me regret having accepted your Servant's plea of getting you cared for, is there anything you are trying to accomplish by destroying what little food I have to make use for this war?"
…
"You are Assassin's Master?" She inquired with a shocked look, ignoring what I've just said and causing me to facepalm at how infuriating all of this was turning out to be.
Not only was I supposed to make sure that I didn't die by lance up my rear, but I also had an Irish woman with a penchant of drinking out of some sorrow.
And why should she be even sad about everything? I thought it was Kotomine that backstabbed her, no big deal from my perspective.
"Yep, and you were trying to steal stuff from me," I replied dryly, her frown deepening at my response. "I've to ask now, is this like a standard of yours? Do you have to truly ruin people's fridges to repay their kindness in getting you to not die, or you are just a bitch so early in the morning?"
Her body tensed up again, and her eyes narrowed in a threatening glare right at me.
"The fuck you just said, you little shi-!" The woman tried to take a step towards me, only for her injured leg to collapse and put her on her knees.
"Look, we can go all day long over the fact you technically aren't supposed to do bad shit at me," I spoke out with a serious tone. "Out of my incredibly limited mercy, I had you given shelter, a mean to heal and some food to eat…" I paused for a moment glancing at the mess on the floor. "Well, there was plenty of food, at least enough to last for a couple of weeks, and now I'm without that."
She groaned, trying to push herself back on her feet and I sighed.
"Can't you just help her?" I asked at the quiet Lancer. "It just seems so pitiful, can't you just-"
"B-Be quiet, you bastard!" Bazett exclaimed in annoyance… and pain. "A-As if I need some help to deal with a shit-mouthed low-level Magus with-"
"A gun."
"A gun-" The redhead paused, her body stopping again to stare back at me and her eyes went wide as she noticed the 'little' handgun now aimed right at her head.
"Yes, I know I'm a dickhead, a jerk, a bastard- whatever you want to call me, but I think the real issue here is that you messed up my goddamn fridge, you bitch!" I exclaimed loudly, getting a flinch out of her. "And I want to goddamn know why you went through my stuff, made this massive mess and now you were what? Trying to kill me with your little limp leg you got?"
The woman snarled at the sarcastic questions, but I wasn't done yet.
"You see, your Lancer was at least respectful to not do anything shifty while I graciously allowed for you to be left by my comfy couch," I pointed at the still silent guy. "And if a man wearing full-body spandex can be that much polite, I don't think it can be so difficult for you to not do this mad shit."
Bazett lowered her stare in minor embarrassment at that, but her Servant decided to finally speak out.
"Ohi, this isn't spandex, you brat!"
I blinked. "Then what is it?"
His mouth opened to reply at my question, but no words seemed to come out of it. There was some curious silence about it and then he nodded to himself.
"I-I don't remember exactly. It was something my teacher said so much time ago that… I kind of forgot," The blue-haired man scowled and groaned at his lack of recollection over the subject. "But this isn't spandex! The material used for this body-suit has for primary purpose to offer me means to move around as quickly as my body can, keeping flexibility and comfort as well."
I was confused at this point by this explanation as I was fairly sure that it was-
"I-Isn't that what Spandex is meant to do?"
Lancer's jaw dropped to the floor at that sudden comment coming from his Master, the red-haired woman glancing at him with a confused look.
"W-Wait Master, you don't really believe that I'm wearing Spandex, right?!"
…
"Aren't you?" Bazett asked with a soft, but surprised voice.
…
"I think I will go and pick myself some booze-" The Servant affirmed with a depressed tone, his sight directed at the exposed fridge, making me jump up in panic and anger.
"I'm stuffing your lance right where it should belong if you go there, Sétanta!"
The loud outburst managed to not only stop the blue-haired man from marching up to the fridge, but also put him in a state of sudden fright.
"S-Shinso, I didn't mean to-" He half-blurted in that moment of fear, stopping himself in time from concluding the sentence as his mind caught up with his words. "You didn't hear any of that, brat."
I snorted. "I heard it well enough to know that there is some blackmail material there-"
"Fat chance!" The Lancer snarled furiously, but didn't do anything aggressive other than glaring daggers at me.
Just as I prepared to press on with this situation, someone else decided to talk.
"How do you know- who told you what is Lancer's real name?"
I blinked at the redhead's sudden interruption, but I shrugged. "He kind of did. It was one of the guarantees I had him go through before getting you two in my house."
The woman's eyes went wide once more. "WHAT? What kind of guarantees are you talking about?"
"His name and yours."
…
"WHAT?"
"Okay, you are seriously starting to sound annoying now, Baz."
"I-I- My name isn't 'Baz', it's Bazette, you crazy brat," 'Baz' retorted with a renewed degree of anger.
"Well, his name is Sean," Lancer decided to quietly point out, drawing a frown from me, only to return it with a cheeky shrug.
The comment, which shouldn't have had any impact on her current state of fury, seemed to actually get her to pause for more than a couple of seconds.
"Wait, Sean as in… not a Japanese name."
"Parents died during the Fire of a decade ago, I think they were either tourists or my mother was Japanese," I replied curtly. "Still, it doesn't mean that-"
"And your name is Sean?"
I sighed. "Sean Graham, yes. And you are Bazett Fraga McRemitz."
There was some silence after this, the woman seemingly lost in her thoughts about this new discovery.
"So, why were you trying to search for booze in my fridge, Baz?"
She scoffed at the nickname I was so going to keep for eternity.
"Nothing important now," The redhead shot back, only for me to sigh.
"Look, can I at least know what are your thoughts about killing that priest that got you in that shitty state?" I inquired once again, ignoring a twitch on her face. "Like really, I want to know more about what kind of dickhead is Kotomine and-"
"He is a backstabber."
"That I was aware about from Lancer's-"
"I trusted him."
Oh. So that's what it's all about.
"How much trust are we talking about?"
"I-I considered him a friend and-" She stopped, a sob interrupting her narration there.
Quite curt as an explanation, but enough to see what kind of reasons had driven the woman to raid my poor fridge clean.
"He is actually a jerk," I pointed out. "I know that myself since I've worked for him until I found myself yanked in this crazy war stuff. That job was literally my only source of income and… I don't have means to get money during this war."
She blinked. "That sounds quite bad but-"
"And I know he has some Servants from the last War," I added with a groan. "Blond-haired bastard with red-eyes and the ego the size of the Everest."
Bazett tensed up at this. "A Servant from the Fourth Holy Grail War? Information from the Association never mentioned about Servants surviving after their own Wars."
"Well, Gilgamesh did somehow," I muttered with a sigh, the mentioning of that name getting her eyes to go wide again in shock. "And I don't know how to deal with him and the priest teaming up."
I let silence reign for some seconds, then I sighed. "That is why I wish to sign an alliance with you Bazett."
The woman blinked in surprise at this serious offer, and she frowned at my sincerity.
"Why?"
"Other than the priest being our common enemy?" I sarcastically pointed out. "I suppose there is also an issue presented by the fact that something is indeed wrong with the competition. I'm sure you've noticed."
"I did have the close encounter with a backstabbing bastard that is Kirei, and your words seem genuine," She muttered quietly, nodding at my guess. "I suppose we can be allies until this mess is solved."
I nodded and I slowly reached out for her as she had been stuck in a half-kneeling form while we were engaged in that discussion.
Blinking in surprise at my sudden helping hand, the redhead reached back and took hold of my hand as she carefully stood up.
Soon she was putting part of her weight on me, as I carefully led her back to the couch.
"There we go," I muttered while letting her take a seat back to the comfy thing, her face showing some surprise at this.
"You know, I expected you to be more crass and rude after this-"
"You ruined my fridge, and I reacted accordingly," I answered her little query before she could conclude it. "The reason why I returned fire with more fire was because you got all defensive on the mess you did there."
She blushed at this and huffed. "It's not my fault you don't have any liquor around."
"Well, that's sad- but now you can have Lancer clean up the mess while I'm out."
…
"Wait what?" Spandex guy shot back in a mix of confusion and self-concern.
"Since your Master can't do that, you will take up her mess and clean in up before I return back home."
Before I could speak again, the woman took hold of my arm, grasping it tightly. "Are you leaving?"
"I still have to go to school," I answered swiftly. "And I know two Masters are also students, but I would like to keep some anonymity for the moment."
"That sounds dumb," Bazett pointed out.
"But a necessary kind of dumb, much to my eternal dismay," I retorted quietly. "I hope you don't snoop around in my room. I've guns here."
…
"You what?"
"Since I'm in this War, and I don't have any spells to use to survive, I think guns will work best since Assassin has experience with this all."
The woman glanced at the masked Servant, and the man shrugged back calmly.
"That sounds terrible."
"We can go for some more discussions about this all, but I kind of have to be punctual for school," I pointed out calmly. "I don't plan to cause any issue with people."
Surprisingly enough, the redhead didn't speak any further about this and she did let go of my arm as I went through my usual morning routine.
After burning a full hour in that conversation, I was planning to go through some errands before reaching Homurahara Academy.
Something that would help me prank horribly a certain Kirei Kotomine.
Turns out that the Mapo Tofu shop wasn't searching for now workers much to my immense chagrin.
A terrible discovery that did nothing to soothe my raw sense of annoyance I was feeling towards the world as of now.
Despite having concluded an excellent diplomatic success with Bazett becoming my ally, I still wasn't fully sure that things would improve from this point with how the situation was expanding on my front.
But for now, the issues of the Holy Grail War would have to settle down to make way to school-related problems.
After dodging perfectly both my usual troubles and my newest issue that was Rin Tohsaka, I found newfound solace in the school lessons with some of the soft-spoken teachers working there.
I ignored most of the words being given as I was still suffering from some sleepiness after sleeping less than my usual eight hours, merely settling my chin over my arms upon the desk.
Sometime I came close to fall asleep completely, but thanks to Assassin that was keeping watch over the situation with the teachers, I would 'wake up' when one of those appeared to be approaching me.
A foolproof plan that worked most of the times, yet I was surprised to notice that one teacher didn't act upon seeing me trying to get as much rest as possible.
Souichirou Kuzuki was a strict-looking man, very impassive in delivering his lessons, and possibly the only reason that made an interesting subject such as World History a nag to listen to.
The man glanced towards me several times during the lecture but he never went to try and approach me.
It was unnerving, to be silently looked by someone as dreadfully unsettling as Souichirou himself.
He might be a Master, Sean. His right hand is covered in bandages too.
I hummed in agreement at that comment, as I could see a man as reserved as Kuzuki-san to have some inner wish well-hidden from the world. Maybe it was something silly like infinite puppies, or perhaps he was as crazy as Kotomine.
Both circumstances were worrying for their own reasons.
Lessons ended a couple of hours later, uneventfully so, and, to my dismay, I ended up being the last one to leave class, a yawn threatening to explode my face with its mere strength alone.
Next time, you deal with that crap, Assassin.
I will try to do my best, Master.
As soon as I stepped out of the classroom I felt my Assholery sense picking a disturbance waiting just around the corner, and I deduced that there was only a single individual being capable of causing so much distress in the Asshole side of the Sass.
I turned to the left, my eyes boringly staring at the pathetic form that was Shinji Matou as he approached me with a furious look.
He had his left leg and his right arm all bandaged like a mummy, two clutches hanging from his hands.
"Do you think is funny, filthy Gaijin?! To have my own stupid sister harass me on your order?"
My smile just widened at the insult, feeling my fury slowly converting in pure vengeful power.
I shrugged. "I mean, you did do some creepy and annoying stuff to warrant this bitch of a karma, Shinji."
He almost snarled at my reply, his clutches trembling at the teen's silent anger now having his entire body shaking.
"I know you told something to Sakura, you ordered her to attack me-"
"As if I need Sakura to do anything Matou." I said as I kicked cleanly the clutches away, letting the moron fall on the floor.
The worm crawled around, squirming in an act of fear and worry.
"You see, Shin-chan," I mused loudly, finding his pained groans entertaining for some strange reason. I have very few people that actually deserve to suffer this degree of pain and more, but Shinji just was… unique for me.
"I don't need to use minions to hurt you. I will tell you this just this once, since I'm feeling bored with our usual 'bantering'. Sakura did all of this for herself and only herself, and by herself."
And for Shirou too, but he doesn't need to know about that.
"I will see you expelled!-"
"And I will see you tomorrow morning with your little clutches, Shin-chan."
As I walked away from the scene, I could have sworn I heard some noises that sounded like some muffled giggle coming from some classroom nearby, but I decided to shrug at that fact to continue with my plans.
I can't deal with some crazy individuals if there were any in Homurahara Academy, especially since I still had to find a way to face the issues of being unemployed.
I can't just pray for some lucky jobs, I really needed to find some place were to work that wasn't the one where Shirou was reportedly working by.
It was when I started to walk near to one of the small green areas of the city that I noticed someone familiar working out with long bow and targets.
I blinked, quite surprise that I would have found her
"Mitsuzuri," I greeted quietly, interrupting the girl from continuing with her exercise. "I see that Shinji messed up with the club's session again."
She sighed tiredly, but nodded as a smile adorned her face.
"He has been nagging Sensei to skip the session since earlier this morning," The brunette admitted with a nod. "But thankfully, Taiga-sensei allowed me to bring around some equipment so I could do some activity on my own."
The moment she concluded her last sentence, her hand released the arrow's feathered end and the projectile silently reached for the target set a couple of meters away from where she was standing.
It landed close to the middle, a slight upward deviation, but still close enough to see it as a good shoot.
"So, how have things been for you, Sean," Ayako inquired as she prepared a new arrow out of her holster. "Anything odd happening to you?"
...Odd?
"Just losing my job with the creepy priest," I muttered quietly, getting her to stop instantly as she looked with some concern within her eyes.
"You what?"
"I didn't exactly warrant that-"
"Then why didn't you oppose this?" The girl pressed on, her voice growing even sterner than before. "You normally would put up a nasty fight for your means to survive."
Normally, that would be the case.
But sadly, this whole situation isn't normal at all.
"There have been some complications that got me to not fight for it," I started to explain carefully, her stare intensifying the more I tried to dig myself out of that hole I've pushed myself into. "Like, he is literally closing the Church for some renovation and that would take God knows how long."
…
"I think you are lying," The brunette judged with a hum, before turning her attention back at the target. "But since you don't want to talk about it, it has to be something not worth much of a reason to share with me."
I sighed, shaking my head in a moment of self-disappointment as I think I know where things were spiraling from there.
"Mits- Ayako, you know that I couldn't just-"
"You are still my Aniki, Sean," The young woman commented sternly. "You are still the funny and caring sibling I always wanted. And you are Minoru's Aniki too."
I sighed again, this time finding it difficult to climb out of that messy issue I was falling into.
"But we aren't rela-"
"Does it matter to you?!" The girl this time dropped her bow as she turned back at me, her eyes burning in brief fury. "It didn't matter when we were children, when you didn't have to uphold some moronic pride of yours and-"
"I'm sorry."
…
"Are you truly?" She asked quietly, her voice and expression turning somber for that occasion. "I feel you truly aren't."
"You… I still care for both of you-"
"Yet you never try to come as close to even talk to Minoru," Ayako shot back with an angry tone. "He has been so lost without you, he thinks you despise us for some reason."
"I don't-"
"But he doesn't know that! You are always wandering around, fooling with people and trying to be this 'sassy guy' when you are just a horrible clown."
I tensed up at that and… I felt really upset about how things are turning out to be.
Perhaps I had been indeed a moron to not try to keep contacts going, I did have some good connection with the two siblings, especially with how close we were up to the final grade of elementary school.
Yet I had burned it all when High School started, when things had turned to a degree I couldn't just sustain with people buzzing around.
"Ayako-"
"Don't bother," The girl interjected one last time. "I think I will be going home now."
"I really-"
"Stop."
"But-"
"I said-!"
She tensed up as I had my arms wrapped around her neck, my chin reaching up to the top of her head.
The brunette sighed, she looked down, covering her face from my sight.
"I don't want to talk with you now."
"I'm not planning to talk then."
"I don't want to hug you."
"Then I shall do a one-sided hug."
…
"You're right about this," I muttered quietly. "I should have tried to keep up with stuff and I just disappointed everyone."
"..." She didn't say anything, her silence giving me little relief as I continued.
"I am an utter jerk for letting go of you all," I sighed tiredly. "Can you forgive this dickhead of an Aniki… Aneki?"
The brunette sighed, slowly turning around as she leaned her face onto my chest.
"Language."
I snorted at that, but my brief amusement was interrupted by a pair of arms wrapping around my waist.
"Can you… be at our house for lunch tomorrow, Aniki?" She asked quietly and politely. "I know it's sudden but I think Minoru would appreciate."
I hummed at this, pondering over the fact that I would have to be extra-careful with the Holy Grail War, but I just couldn't… ignore this.
I just couldn't.
"I will be there," I promised, patting her head. "And I hope that Mino-tan didn't become as Emo as I've been hearing he has turned out to be."
Ayako sighed. "He's just going with a minor version of that phase. Nothing to worry about since I'm keeping watch over him."
"And I'm sure you are going to be a hound about this," I commented happily, getting a giggle out of her as we started to make way towards her house. I decided to escort her back to her home, unwilling to let any fun business happening to the girl now that she was out in the open and alone.
The task was particularly quick, since there was no one there to greet us once we arrived. Minoru had stayed at Homurahara for some club activities while her parents were busy with their family's dojo.
With that little situation concluded with a peaceful opportunity to restart some good relationship I had with the Mitsuzuri clan, I decided to quickly make my way back home… only to find myself dealing with even more trouble as I found myself making a path fairly close to the church.
Master, I feel massive prana concentration by the Church.
Could it be blondie and the priest-sidekick?
I.. doubt it. It felt too much higher to be just a Servant.
Good, the war had officially started two days ago and there was already a big battle happening. Can I get any luckier than this?
Maybe we could use this opportunity to gather more information regarding our enemies.
The little power-walk to approach to where the battlefield lasted around fifteen minutes and when I found myself quite the hiding spot in some bushes, I turned my gaze at the clearing and-
OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT!
I recognised Emiya and Tohsaka hiding behind a blonde swordswoman, and in front of them all a humongous monster of muscles and rage that waited patiently to strike down his soon-to-be victims.
As I looked closer I found myself stunned by a familiar smaller figure giggling behind the 'roid-man.
I blinked, my face paling as I realized way too quickly who it was and-
Assassin, I don't feel it right when I am fighting literally little girls for a cup.
The Servant didn't reply, silently watching over the scene as it unfolded.
Perhaps it's best… we don't intervene about this.
-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-
"So this 'Sean Graham' is another Master, Souichirou?"
Caster hummed quietly as her hood hid her pensive look over the retelling offered by her newest Master.
To think that another brat had managed to summon a Servant right as she had planned to summon one herself and cheats through the Grail System.
Sadly, this plan had been foiled by this summoning in particular as it had left no space to apply to summon a true Servant.
An Assassin would have been a most useful tool for the Witch of Betrayal, especially to keep her lovely Master away from danger while also protecting her new base here in the Ryoudou Temple.
It was truly annoying, yet the predicament was something that could be salvaged with the calmest of mind and most savage of plans, especially since this new Servant felt much stronger than many currently competing in this War.
Her Master could lure the boy in the Temple, just like he did with the silly bespectacled boy that was all strict and suspicious about her presence here.
She would gain not only a Servant but also a bigger battery to reinforce the Boundary Fields, maybe even some new materials to expand her little workshop.
Or maybe gain a new, loyal ally to use against Berserker...
Yes, it could work too.
She giggled at how many opportunities were still open to her to exploit and pick out of the chaotic mess that was going to be this competition, then she sighed tiredly.
With a smile, Medea stopped looking at the small crystal ball she had conjured to monitor the current whereabouts of the young man, resuming with her current projects.
It was high time to reward her strong and resourceful Souichiru after all. Maybe with some good enchantments to help against that pesky but adorable Saber.
AN
So many things happening at once! I wonder what is the next step of this chaotic madness unfolding in Fuyuki. WHO KNOWS!?
Fun Fact 11: Ayako Mitsuzuri is a childhood friend to Sean Graham. She considers him close family and the feeling is mutual.
Fun Fact 12: Spandex Guy is still cleaning the mess created by his Master.
AND NOW!
[ZA WARUDO: OVER CHAPTERU OMAKE!]
Omake 3: Summoning Issue (Emiya Combo 3)
Suggested by: Tazamz
When I decided to spend a full day away from school, and skip lessons with the excuse of being sick, I hadn't expected things to develop in this strange mannerism.
Assassin had left the house pretty early in the morning, mentioning that he had a couple of things to accomplish before Lunchtime.
Irisviel had seemed calm about this, while her daughters didn't seem to care about it all.
Instead, the two twin-like girls were trying their best to give me some company, only to create some awkward instances because of Kuro and the 'talking stick' Illya had been calling 'Ruby'.
The 'Kaleidostick', as the older Caster had referenced the thing as, was something of a major pervert, even worse than the tanned girl that had caused no little issues with that stunt she had pulled the day before.
And after learning that my PC had been formatted by a concerned Irisviel and a furious Assassin, I couldn't help but be left to the crazy developments created by the two young girls.
Illya was actually trying her best to keep things from escalating further than they seemed to be, making some positive contrast to Chloe's undeniably annoying attempts to 'catch my attention'.
The issue with the reserved girl was that, while she wasn't trying to be awkward, her luck seemed to put her in terrible circumstances, especially with Ruby 'shaking things up' with her powers.
I discovered way too unexpectedly that leotard was going to be my worst enemy in this new situation I had with the Holy Grail War still happening.
In fact, despite the serious explanation about how this competition was going to be brutal and horrible and murdery, I felt like there was some massive misunderstanding since… bad things were not happening.
Like, really bad things were far from being a real thing.
I knew pervy things were bad, but it wasn't killing bad.
The real dangerous problem I had to keep an eye on was Irisviel's genuine effort to try and cook some meal for the family.
I learned that putting some water on a pot, without turning on gas or fire, can actually catch on fire without proper attention. It was unique, especially since it happened twice.
I was shocked, I was confused and-
-Thud
I'm back.
The mental comment from Assassin made me almost jump in fright while I continued to stare over at the older Caster went on with her attempts. Truly a determined lady that sadly failed to understand she wasn't meant to cook stuff.
The masked figure was now standing right in the middle of the living after having entered from the now-open window nearby.
I blinked at him and sighed as I felt easing at the realization that it was one of my Servants.
"Took some time to do whatever you wanted to do and-!"
Shock returned on my face the moment I noticed the three big bags that were now lying at Assassin's feet.
I could only see part of what was inside those heavy things, and the limited sight was more than enough to give me a complete idea of their contents.
Several guns' barrels were popping through the barely-open bags, and then I saw several plushies, some ingredients, and what looked to be some school material.
I felt my thoughts die in a single-lined trail as I turned up to look at the Servant.
"Assassin. Did you perhaps… steal those?" I asked while pointed calmly at what could be considered a good-enough reason to go to jail if the police caught notice of this issue.
The masked figure appeared to be calm while he glanced at me.
"Yes."
The lack of shame was enough for me to facepalm and groan loudly at the fact he had just committed some massive crime- and I was going to be the one to be trialed if somehow I was caught with these around.
"I made sure that I wasn't seen while carrying this equipment back to the house," The Servant continued to explain with a quite tone. "I managed to gather some munitions for the various firearms I've recovered. All those will be useful for me to use to succeed in this war."
I blinked, moving my hands away from my face. "But why the school material and food?"
"Iri asked for more ingredients to try out more recipes, and I thought that Illya and Chloe would have appreciated some material to draw things and some toys to play with."
I gave him a careful nod, my mouth opening to continue the discussion, but I was interrupted by two missiles reaching for the bag filled with cute things.
"Papa! You got us so many nice things," Illya happily stated while checking inside the bag.
"And something to write and draw in. Nice!" Kuro nodded eagerly as she took a small notebook with the classic 'Neko-Arc' logo and a pen to start doing stuff with these.
"What about the guns?" I asked calmly. "I suppose those are all yours."
"Not exactly," He replied curtly. "There is a gun that I wish for you to carry around for the time being. Something that will be useful in case you get attacked."
Frowning at his comment, I didn't have time to bring up some confusion out-loud that I got presented with the piece of weaponry that was supposed to be my own mean to defend myself for this war.
He released it in my waiting palms as I stared at the odd design of the handgun, drawn by the mix of old-modern style that it was designed to be.
Glancing around, I found myself caught off-guard by the particularly-long barrel and… the fact that it was a single-shot.
I checked its lone chamber, impressed by the size as I was sure that despite the incredibly-limited capacity it still had to pack some mean punch.
…
Yet that wasn't something that was meant to be used for the sake of self-defence.
I was expecting a M1911, or even a Beretta M15- God, even an old-style Luger or Walther PP would have been better than this.
"Thanks?"
"You're welcome, Master."
What the hell is going on with this family!?
AN
Oh no, Sean was exposed to The Beast mode of the Magical Illyaverse. NOOOOO!
P.S. There are plans for Canon about that. Tehe~!
Fun Fact 13: Illya has some perverted bad luck.
Fun Fact 14: There is a reason why it's either Sella or Shirou cooking, never Irisviel.
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