Redgrave Antony: Tu parles français? Plutôt rare sur ce site.
Pour répondre à tes questions, le Shirou envoyé sur Remnant ayant été pris avant qu'il ne rencontre Kiritsugu, son destin est donc largement différent de celui de Shirou dans Fate, UBW ou HF.
Il n'a pas Avalon (mais Pyrrha, si).
Non, je ne vais pas faire une histoire à part, mais nous aurons l'occasion de reparler du Shirou envoyé sur Remnant.
Le Rider de cette guerre ne sera pas Achilles... mais je suppose que cette remarque ne résulte pas d'un hasard. Oui je sais que Pyrrha est la version féminine d'Achilles (tout comme Jaune est la version masculine de Jeanne d'Arc... tous les membres de JNPR sont basés sur des personnages de l'histoire de la Terre MAIS de sexe opposé). Cela dit, j'ai bien l'intention d'utiliser la relation entre Achilles et Pyrrha. Tu verras comment...
Pour le Mystical eye of Death Perception... non, elle n'a pas cette capacité. Elle est morte sur Remnant pas dans le Fateverse. Elle n'a donc pas traversé Akasha... donc n'a aucune raison d'avoir ce genre de pouvoir.
Pour Artoria, moi aussi je la préfère à Arthur. Lors du premier brouillon de cette histoire j'avais pris Artoria pour être le Servant de Pyrrha... cependant, j'ai rapidement changé pour Arthur. Deux raisons: 1°) J'ai déjà écris quatre histoire avec ce Servant, un peu de changement serait bienvenu, non? 2°) Lorsque j'ai essayé d'écrire l'interaction entre Pyrrha et Artoria le résultat était... comment dire ? Fade! Par contre la complémentarité de Pyrrha et d'Arthur est excellente. Par exemple, Arthur est le type d'homme qu'apprécie Pyrrha et en plus... Arthur aime cuisiner! Ce qui nous offre la possibilité d'une relation Pyrrha-Arthur qui soit un miroir de celle d'Artoria et de Shiro dans Fate... Et oui, il faut croire que l'on peut atteindre le cœur des belles guerrières en passant par leur estomac * rire*.
La plupart des skills de Pyrrha tournent autour de E, dix fois plus qu'un humain... mais tout en bas dans l'ordre des valeurs des Servants. Qui sont à la fois cinq fois plus rapides, trois fois plus fort et avec trois fois plus de mana que Pyrrha!
Christian Medina: Thank you. I hope you enjoy the rest as well.
Melantha4: Yes, I've planned some combat scenes that put Pyrrha in the spotlight. Do you talk about Souichirou Kozuki? He's not a real Master, he's not even a Magus. He becomes Caster's Master (Medea) because she killed her original Master... in this FanFic things will happen in a very different way. So Souichirou will not participate in the Grail War. That said, there will be quite a few adversaries able to oppose Pyrrha. Yes, Arthur will see Pyrrha's past in a dream... and that will surprise him!
Emiya Kuro: Thank you. I hope you like this new chapter, too.
The Good, the Brute and... the Dog
Then by the way of Mid-Luhair he (Cú Chulain) made the turn of the mountain Fouad; and his enemy Erc, son of Coipre saw him in his chariot, the sword with the red flashes in his hand, and the heroic nimbus hovering above him, and his hair of three colors like gold threads on the tip of the anvil under the hammer of a skillful goldsmith.
"The man comes upon us, O men of Ireland," said Erc. "I see a well-decorated chariot coming. It is surmounted by a large green canopy." And on this chariot, the champion makes heroic feats of strength.
"How do we fight?" said the warriors.
"Here is my advice," said Erc. "Make only one battle corps and squeeze shield against shield, as a single plank, above and around you." At each corner, let's say two men of arms of the bravest, who pretend to attack each other and with them a poet sorcerer who insults and curses him (...). And the men of Ireland threw a great boo, and Cú Chulainn rushed against them in his chariot by making his three thunderbolts: lightning that kills a hundred, lightning that kills three hundred, and lightning that kills three novenas. He swept away his enemies before him in the plain of Muirhevneh and worked with sword and pike so that their split heads and their skulls, their hands and feet, and their bloody bones lay scattered in the distance by all the plain of Muirhevneh.
The cycle of the Red Branch (Irish epic)
Agile and fast, the silhouette leaps from the roof of a house to fall back near the chimney of another. She was a woman with a voluptuous body, clad in a short black dress that pressed her tightly. Long gloves of the same color went up almost to her shoulders and her boots held her until mid-thigh.
She jumped again and held on to a wall, upside down. Her long purple hair was hanging and she turned her face towards a noise, revealing that she has an eye cover mask and her forehead was marked with a mystical sigil.
Her skin was white and pure as snow, but around her smelled like blood. This was the Rider-Class Servant of the 5th Fuyuki's Holy Grail War...
"Someone other than me would possess an A+ riding skill?" she murmured.
What Rider was so interested in was a Rolls-Royce that was going flat to the metal foot through the streets of Fuyuki. The car did not respect the signage and took turns in a big squeal of tires, leaping to the tops of the climbs to fall a few meters down in the wailing of the abused shock absorbers.
Sitting next to the driver, Sella turned green. A hand on her mouth, eyes glassed over, she shouted without even being aware of it:
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
In the back, Illya had some tears in her eyes, her face was blue with terror and the half-homunculus was hanging on as she could not be swayed in any way. The little girl kept screaming:
"Ihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Illyasviel would have called Berserker to her aid, but she had already bitten her tongue while trying to speak.
Finally, only the driver seemed perfectly impassive. At least if we didn't pay attention to the singular brilliance that shone in Leysritt's eyes... It was often thought that this homunculus was devoid of feelings or emotions because of its limited... intellect. Nevertheless, there she was enjoying herself fully. Maybe driving a vehicle to its limits was the guilty pleasure of all homunculus from Justeaze Lizrich von Einzbern lineage?
In the crunch of the brakes, leaving a long train of rubber pulls on the asphalt, the black Silver Cloud Rolls-Royce made a head-to-tail and came to stop in front of the Emiya residence.
Sella rushed outside with one hand over her mouth before leaning on a telephone pole to vomit. Leysritt, who had just opened the driver's side door, made a head tilt:
"Sella sicK."
The second homunculus maid gave her a furious look:
"You defective... piece of... homun... culus... junk!"
Leysritt looked at her with such an interrogative expression that we could practically see a bunch of question marks over her head. She put a finger on her lips:
"Sella Angry?"
Of course, it was not to be expected that Leysritt would realize that her "sportive" driving had made poor Sella sick...
The back door opened with a delay... Illya went out on all fours, holding out a trembling hand in front of her. It was in fact only a reflex born of the instinct of conservation. There was no light in her eyes and she seemed to be about to faint.
Forgetting his stomach martyred by motion sickness. Sella straightened Illyasviel von Einzbern, looking at her with concern:
"Mistress Illya? Mistress Illya?! Say something to me!"
"Mama, papa... I finally find you... no, don't leave... don't abandon me yet..."
As Sella tapped her cheek, Illya's gaze became clear:
"Sella?"
"Mistress, we are at the Emiya Residence... and alive! It is a miracle!"
Saying these last words, the homunculus maid turned a venomous look to Leysritt.
Illya startled, her brain had just restarted. Yes, she remembered! Lancer had left the fight with Berserker to kill Pyrrha-ane. Her illness forgotten, the little fairy of winter shouts:
"Berserker, save Pyrrha-ane!"
The colossus with skin like the gray stone materialized, holding his Sword-Axe in his left hand. However, before he could jump over the wall that surrounded the property, another Servant appeared. Illya uttered a cry of surprise.
Haloed by the light of the moon, it was a knight wearing silver armor on a long blue coat that went down to his ankles. His metal kicking foot was resting on the roof and he was holding in his hand... something invisible surrounded by furious winds. The handsome young man with blond hair stared at Berserker. A brief burst of doubt crossed his emerald eyes but he leaped forward.
The moment after the street echoed the battle between Saber and Berserker.
A few minutes earlier, at the Emiya residence...
Pyrrha Nikos was still struck by the attack of Lancer and without the noise of the fight in the yard, she would probably have thought that she had dreamed the intervention of the young blond man... Saber.
She straightened herself painfully by leaning on the wall, expecting her broken ribs would make her suffer... but the pain was limited to a tingling. Stunned, she stared at her chest, seeing some golden flames dancing on the surface of her skin... closing her wounds.
What was going on?
The aura could close the wounds... but she had no more aura and... only a very powerful semblance could quickly heal a person seriously wounded.
Straightening up, she reached the front door to watch the fight in the garden of Emiya manor.
Pyrrha's eyes grew with surprise and incomprehension...
There seemed to be far more than two fighters!
In the air or on the ground, two or three fugitive afterimages appeared and disappeared at every moment. Where the warriors met dust clouds raised from the ground. Then the lance and the invisible weapon of the knight collided, strange glimmers and sheaves of sparks were born.
"Eίμαι σίδηρος"
Once again, Pyrrha used the phrase that she uses as a trigger for the Strengthening Magecraft. Her Magical Circuits spark to live, projecting a green glow as they transformed the Od into Prana. The energy accelerated her reflexes far beyond what she had dared in her fight with Lancer. As result, Saber's seemed to slow down allowing her to follow the knight's precise gestures, his dazzling reflexes, and the perfect control of all his movements. But the Servant, armed with a spear, continued to disappear during sudden accelerations.
Pyrrha clenched her teeth in frustration, understanding that Lancer had never fought her seriously.
The blond knight was slower, yet he didn't seem to have any trouble blocking Lancer's attacks.
As the Irish hero suddenly reappeared, Saber struck with such force that Lancer struggled. His red spear bent almost to form a C, projecting discharges of Mana to about ten centimeters.
An expression of distress passed over Cú Chulainn's face. Swearing in a low voice, he swirled his spear to form a real luminous wheel before breaking contact and multiplying tip blows. But Saber was not touched. He countered with a sword slash from top to bottom, bringing the spear to the ground and lifting up a new dust geyser.
Cú Chulainn leaped back and put all his speed in a succession of feints, leaping towards Saber, changing direction, suddenly reappearing...
Quiet, with both hands on his invisible weapon, Arthur Pendragon waited for the assailant's real assault.
When Gae Bolg flew towards his face the invisible sword appeared and... deflected the spear upwards, causing a loud "bang" and raising even more dust.
Pyrrha finally understood the difference between the two "men"... if they were men. Lancer was very fast and agile, much more than his opponent. But Saber was technically superior, he countered Lancer's faster moves by parrying attacks before they were even launched. A bit like an anti-aircraft cannonier was firing ahead of the trajectory of an airplane, anticipating its future position.
The Hound of Culann spewed several insults in a low voice and took his spear with two hands:
"Coward!"
These were the first words Lancer had addressed to his opponent since the beginning of the fight. He was furious:
"I know that you are Saber, why do you hide your sword? Are you ashamed of anything?"
The blue and silver knight replied with an ironic smile:
"Are you so sure I'm the Saber of this Grail War?"
"Don't fuck with me," replied Lancer, his face convulsed with anger, and his red eyes like those of a rabid dog, "I have already met all the other Servants. All that was missing was Saber!"
"And you're Lancer, of course."
Surprisingly, Cú Chulainn regained his composure:
"Look, this is our first meeting. We could conclude that we were tied and resume the fight another day, that's a good proposal, right?"
"I refuse!"
Arthur's face looked like a stone mask. He pointed his hand armed with the invisible sword at the throat of the Servant of the spear:
"I will finish this fight here and now!"
A cruel smile appeared on the lips of Cú Chulainn:
"As you please, Saber but you can't say I didn't give you a chance!"
The Servant of the Spear took a strange pose and his spear wrapped itself with a glimmer of the color of blood.
"Gae... "
Cú Chulainn rushed forward towards Arthur Pendragon, but his spear pointed to the ground. In this position, he could not hit... It was so absurd that Pyrrha uttered an exclamation of astonishment. And Saber merely raised his sword in a parrying posture, but his movements had lost their previous firmness. Pyrrha's Servant felt that the attack was abnormal and that no conventional defense could protect him.
"_ Bolg!"
As Lancer spoke the name of his Noble Phantasm, the bloodlust of the cursed spear was unleashed. A red ray came out of the iron and ran towards Arthur's feet... who to avoid it did not even need to move.
But what happened next made no sense for Pyrrha's eyes.
The moment after Saber was ripped from the ground, pierced in a burst of blood. Rocking up and down, back and forth by the red ray of light, the knight seemed like a fish struggling at the end of a fishing line. Finally thrown aside, he rolled into the dust, a pool of blood soaking the earth.
Arthur perceived events faster than Pyrrha could. He too saw the ray rise from Gae Bolg's iron, but his mind was working at full speed. He recognized the weapon... a cursed spear surrounded by many legends, but all had in common the same statement: "Gae Bolg, the spear of Cú Chulainn, the cursed spear that unfailingly pierced the hearts of his enemies."
And before Arthur's eyes, the red ray suddenly seemed to rewind!
It was a violation of the principle of causality!
Arthur threw himself aside, to avoid the bloody ray of light coming back to him... seeking his heart.
The moment after a violent pain stabbed him. Shaken violently and thrown away, the knight of Silver Sky rolled in the dust.
A strange silence reigned over the garden.
On his knees, his face directed to the ground, the Hound of Culann was perfectly still.
Across the courtyard, King Arthur was lying on the ground, without movement.
Even Pyrrha had remained as petrified at the entrance of the shed.
Finally, Lancer straightened himself up. His face had taken on a demonic aspect, distorted by anger, and his red eyes burst:
"You should be dead! What divine protection extends over you?"
Saber had brought his legs under him and stood upright leaning on his invisible weapon. His stiff face betrayed Arthur's effort not to show pain.
His right hand was placed on his shoulder, pierced by the attack. His left sleeve was soaked with blood.
Arthur stood up and nodded:
"I have had powerful protectors in my mortal life, Cú Chulainn the Irish Child of Light."
The anger of Lancer disappeared in an instant. The Irish warrior sighed. Then, lowering his spear, he turned his back on Saber:
"This is what happens when you're too famous. My master is a coward. He ordered me to flee if I failed to kill a Servant using my Noble Phantasm."
"What? Is this the legendary pride of Green Ireland's warriors?"
Cú Chulainn glanced at Arthur:
"Well, if you want to follow me, I'd be happy to kill you. It's up to you..."
Then he jumped and Pyrrha saw him land on a roof thirty meters away with the lightness of a feather.
Saber wanted to follow, he was already rushing but stopped with his mouth open on a silent scream and his hand on his wound.
Pyrrha ran to join the knight and laid her hand on Saber's arm:
"Wait, you can't go after Lancer in this state. You need to get better!"
The knight turned to her.
Saber has short blond hair and green eyes. He has the height and weight of a standard man in his 20s. He has a beautiful form and appears composed. He wears a medieval knight armor made of silver-like metal. Not a complete armor, the right arm did not appear to be protected, except for a gauntlet and shoulder pad. Over his legs protections and sorelets, he wore a sort of long tunic that resembled a light dress formed of three sections that opened to each of his steps. His non-protected arm was covered with a sleeve of the same garment.
The first impression of the Invincible Girl was confirmed. Saber really looked like Jaune... At least like the original could look like a copy of inferior quality (sorry Yellow). The knight of Silver Sky had a royal air, he looked like the perfect paragon of chivalry, like those heroes of legends that we heard when we were children.
Saber looked back at Pyrrha and the Spartan Girl noticed a little curiosity in his eyes. He nodded:
"Well, Master, then use the Magecraft of you to heal me."
"Healing? With Magecraft? I'm afraid I can't do that, I'm not a talented Magus... besides, your wound already seems closed."
In fact, even the damage to the armor was gone.
"Only external damage. Gae Bolg is a cursed spear that aggravates injuries. Only the healing Magecraft can mitigate the effects, Master"
"Master?... why do you call me Master? Who are you?"
"The young blond man had a slight smile:
"I am Saber and you are the Master who summoned me to participate in this Grail War."
"Saber? Grail War? Summoned?"
Saber's smile became more pronounced:
"I understand that you did not invoke me voluntarily and that you just feel lost. But now I will be your sword. I will defend you as the knight's oath requires. So listen carefully, Master. There is a war that regularly rekindles in the town of Fuyuki. It is a conflict between seven Magi called the Masters. They invoke Servants, that is to say, the most powerful familiars, heroes of the past recalled from death to serve them. The challenge of this fight is the Holy Grail. The winning Master and the winning Servant will each receive a wish."
Arthur extended a finger to Pyrrha's left hand:
"You have received three Command Marks each of which can allow you to amplify my strength or teleport me close to you if needed. But you only have three of these Command Marks, Master. Use them only when there is no other solution."
The Amazon Girl suddenly felt embarrassed to be called "Master":
"My name is Pyrrha Nikos... or rather Pyrrha Emiya, since I was adopted by a man of that name.
"Emiya?"
For the first time, Arthur showed surprise. He turned to several sides, looking at the buildings with the appearance of recognizing them. But Pyrrha was still so flustered that she didn't realize it. She had a light laugh:
"I really prefer Pyrrha."
Arthur had the charming smile of a man used to being surrounded by beautiful ladies:
"I like it better too. Besides, Pyrrha is a pretty name that suits you well."
Caught by surprise, she felt red burning her cheeks. While the Spartan Girl was still wondering what to answer, Saber turned to the street on the other side of the property wall. His face had taken on the appearance of stone:
"Pyrrha, another Servant is nearby."
Without waiting for an order, he jumped on the wall, holding his invisible sword in hand.
Pyrrha was only slightly behind Saber.
But when she jumped into the street, the fight was already engaged. Saber her... Servant faced a colossus similar to the statue of a very angry god. Pyrrha recognized the monster Lancer was facing earlier.
Arthur Pendragon was swirling, quick as a will-o'-the-wisp. His sword of wind did not cease to strike in one point and then in another. Across the street, Berserker was roaring. His stone weapon was knocking down telephone poles, projecting hydrating fire towards the sky.
Pyrrha stared at the confrontation with an expression that was both surprised and fascinated. It was like a ballet... Saber's movements were incredibly graceful. He leaped, ran, and suddenly hid behind obstacles to slow down his enormous opponent.
Where the monster broke all around him without succeeding in touching, Saber resorted to a hit-and-run tactic. His invisible sword had already opened several bloody scars on the breast and arms of the colossus.
"A suit of armor? So coooooooooool, Pyrrha-ane!"
Pyrrha Nikos jolted when a little girl was throwing herself at her, grabbing her arm while laughing. The Amazon struck eyelids several times before recognizing the cute girl:
"Illyasviel?"
The little winter fairy laughed while inspecting Pyrrha's armor:
"Are these Mystic Codes of your creation?"
"Uh... yes? Illyasviel, but..."
She interrupted the Invincible Girl with a big smile:
"Call me Illya."
"Illya... uh... what are you doing here?"
The little girl swirled around herself like a prima ballerina, and then stopped, pointing to the colossus that continued to break down the streets and walls of neighboring properties:
"That's Berserker, my Servant, isn't he cool?"
For a moment Pyrrha remained as if frozen.
Illya's Servant...
Who was crazy enough to send a little girl to a War? Especially by making her control such a destructive Servant! Definitely, there was something that has turned very wrong in this "Grail War"!
Without taking heed to Pyrrha's amazement, Illya continued to speak:
"And you summoned Saber? This is the best Servant class. Besides..." The little girl started to giggle while watching Arthur Pendragon and Pyrrha in turn with a little amused look: " He seems like a true prince charming, one can say that you know how to combine business with pleasure."
Pyrrha blushes violently:
" No... it's not what you think! What are you talking about?"
Illya put one hand on her cheek, holding a Shoujo manga called "Immortal Love" from the other. On the cover were a beautiful princess and a charming prince:
"Well, yes, I'm almost jealous. You two are going to make a great couple, like Prince Selene and her serving knight."
Pyrrha felt herself becoming as red as a brick wall... would she die of embarrassment in the middle of the street? She glared at the two maids in a nun-like white dress standing behind Illya, asking for help. But Sella only massaged her forehead shaking her head... After their arrival, her little mistress had completely robbed the town's manga sellers and all the time she had not spent destroying things... uh... sorry "training" with Berserker, she overindulged herself with stories of beautiful princesses surrounded by a male harem... This overdose of Shoujo manga had probably put an end to Illya's last remaining process of rational thinking!
While Illya teased Pyrrha, their Servants continued to clash.
Arthur showed incredible skill in combat. Unfortunately, the wounds he inflicted on Berserker closed almost immediately. He himself was beginning to run out of steam and it became more and more difficult avoiding Heracles' attacks.
Saber stopped for a brief moment and held his hand to his left shoulder. Gae Bolg continued to make him suffer.
Seeing this, Illyasviel von Einsbern had a perfectly evil smile:
"Oh, your prince charming is cute, but he's no match for my Berserker! The fight will soon be over, Pyrrha-ane."
"Soon to be over, what do you mean?"
The little girl's evil smile became more pronounced, while her eyes were reduced to a thin slit:
"Berserker will rip off the head of your Servant."
Pyrrha startled:
"Why do you want to kill Saber?"
Surprised by the anger and anxiety of the Spartan Girl, Illya opened wide astonished eyes before answering with a childish voice:
"Grand-father told me to kill all the Servants to win the Grail."
"That's not an answer!"
Illya seemed troubled, she wanted to answer something, hesitate, and gave up, before turning to her Servant:
"Berserker, It's not fun, let's go!"
The colossus followed the little girl and astralized when she climbed into her Rolls. Before Sella closed the door, Illya turned to Pyrrha:
"I would kill all the Servants and all the Masters...except you, Pyrrha-ane. I must win the Grail War! If you want to understand what is going on, go to Kotomine Church. Kirei Kotomine is the Church's appointed supervisor. The referee, if you prefer. Go register as a Master of Saber, he will explain to you the rules of this conflict."
The classic car started and moved away... almost as quickly as it had arrived.
Pyrrha approached Saber and extended her hand, then let her arm fall down without daring to touch her Servant. The man gasped, leaning on his invisible sword.
What was she involved in?
War of the Holy Grail?
Wish?
Servants?
Masters?
She understood nothing, except that Magi were fighting among themselves and that it was a fight to the death.
Saber stood up and smiled at his Master:
"Pyrrha, what are your orders?"
She struggled to get her head screwed on straight. A lot had happened in a few hours.
"I think we should go to Kotomine Church."
The Servant's smile faded.
"You don't seem to agree, Saber."
"I agree, Pyrrha... I just don't like this church. As a knight, I am a defender of the Holy Christian Church but... Kotomine Church..."
He remained silent without finishing his sentence. After a moment, he went on to say:
"Tell me, Pyrrha, you seem to know Berserker's Master."
Pyrrha had a slight smile:
"Illya is something like my new little sister... well, she's the real daughter of Kiritsugu Emiya, my adoptive father."
"I see."
Pyrrha was surprised to see that Saber's face showed no emotion... through self-control.
-Extra Story-
The snow fell in slow flakes similar to cotton flowers. In these mountains, at this altitude the winter was eternal. Yet a large circular building had been erected there. Installed on the axis of the world, protected by a Bounded Field, it was all that had survived from the Human Order Incineration.
It was called Chaldea, the headquarters of the Chaldea Security Organization.
Ritsuka Fujimaru was the only Master of the Chaldea Security Organisation to survive the incineration. He was a pretty ordinary teenager, although rather cute with his black hair and his amazing blue eyes. His uniform (white jacket, black pants) was simple and strict.
Along with the immense bay window that opened onto the snow landscape, he saw Mash Kyrielight, his first Servant... his best friend and... more. As always, she sat on the entablature of the bay window, her gaze lost in the landscape of eternal snow. Next to her, Fou was hopping on the spot, playing with her tablet strap.
Ritsuka smiled and paused for a moment to chat with her. They set out together.
He didn't have much time left. Pressing the step in the long corridor that completely surrounded the immense building, the Master went towards the room hosting the FATE system. A system patterned after the Heroic Spirit summoning ritual utilized in the Grail Wars of Fuyuki City, which enacts summoning per agreement of purpose between Master and Servant.
Ritsuka had a slight movement of surprise when he saw that a Servant was waiting for them at the entrance of the Invocation Room. Dressed in black and silver armor, he also had a red scarf floating on his chest and green hair. The Master recognized a Rider-Class Servant among the most famous and powerful:
"Achilles?"
"Ah, Master. I wanted to ask you if I could attend the invocation."
Of a warm nature, Ritsuka accepted immediately:
"Of course, but the result is not guaranteed. In fact, it is rare for a Servant to be invoked... More often than not, we even have objects that are almost useless."
Mash looked up to heaven:
"No more Black Keys!"
Ritsuka scratched the back of his head with a stiff smile:
"Especially since we have no Servant using this. But I suppose you hope that your presence will serve as a catalyst to summon someone you know."
"Ah, Master, I congratulate you on your insight. We can't hide anything from you... Since the Trifas' Great Holy Grail War, I hope to see my master again, Chiron the Centaur. We parted a little... unpleasantly."
Mash smiled:
"Mo-chan (1) also said a lot of good things about Chiron, I confess that I would like to meet him."
As they entered the room, Mashu invoked her cross-shaped shield. The latter was a Noble Phantasm who also served as a circle of invocation.
The long, meticulous preparation was completed and the invocation ritual could begin.
Mash's shield radiated in various colors before emitting an orange light. The wind began to blow in a storm. This reaction provoked the excitement of Mash and Ritsuka... something bigger than a Black Key was going to materialize.
When the light stopped blinding them, Mash, Achilles, and Ritsuka were able to discover... a young woman with long red hair, tied in a ponytail. She wore a bronze armor similar to a corset, a light headband. A red scarf closed with a clip representing a circular shield and a spear covered her hips:
"Servant Lancer, I answer your call."
As the young redhead rose, Ritsuka mechanically swallowed his saliva... She was huge, almost as big as Achilles. Mash noted that she was also powerfully muscular. An Amazon? Unless it was a Spartan woman? At least her armor has somewhat a Greek's design.
Lancer looked at Mash and Achilles, noting that they were Servants, and then turned to the second man present:
"Are you my Master?"
"Yes, I'm Ritsuka Fujimaru. Welcome to Chaldea."
Mash smiled, presented Fou, Achilles before introducing herself and finishing:
"... Here, usually, the Servants give their real name. We have dozens of "Lancer" and it would be complicated otherwise, you don't think so?"
Lancer acquiesces to:
"Pyrrha Nikos is my name."
The name meant nothing to Mash and Ritsuka, yet familiars with dozens of mythologies and even more legends. Unlike Achilles, he was quivering... Pyrrha? His mother Thetis had originally called him "Pyrisious" (Saved from the fire). Later, Thetis hid him at the royal court of Lycomedes, king of Skyros where he was forced to adopt a woman's clothing until Odysseus found him. At that time, Achilles had been called "Phyrra" (the red-haired girl)...
Was it his female version from a parallel universe?
We had already seen more strange things during the Grail Wars!
(1) Mordred!