A/N: Apologize for the late post but I got distracted in the FGO x Fate/Requiem crossover event(and still actually doing it) but here's my updoot! In another matter. . .

Holy crap! 96 in Favs and 122 Follows in , 22 reviews and 14k plus views with an average of 100+ likes a chapter in QQ! Like, I know such numbers are just weaksause compared to the power houses out there but such number in just a few numbers of days since I posted the prologue makes me do the happy dance!

Like, honestly, I just started writing this due to the lack of Proto-Arthur fics compared to a certain sword nutcase out there and in the DxD setting alongside me trying to fix my vocabulary in the English language by excessive writing but I'm just shocked that there is technically more than 50 people out there reading this and stuff!

Thank you all and I guess imma continue this thing!

In the replies on those who reviewed imma just pick three to four people by the usual to not blot out the page and to restrain my enthusiasm just to note. Anyways;

El20030408: Huh, thanks for the recommend must had not noticed it from my brief skim back then. Even if its dead, imma read it later on. Also, glad you like the chapters and the characterization of the MC!

Lovnag: Yeah, there are some, or probably a lot of polishing needed to be done in them, I'm going to try to do my best in fixing as much as I can when I have the time and as I usually do my usual rereading of them!

MollyPollyRolly: Neither did I! Honestly.

Now onto the chapter!

Chapter 4: Mind Games

I stared at a dilapidated warehouse near the docks as I observed the stray exorcists walk out of the place from where I had landed in a dinky alley as I felt the dregs of the life sign of the Stray Devil inside the old structure wink out. I had just recently arrived after tossing and turning in my bed as I cannot sleep at the time due to how many things and shitshows that had happened the whole day to give me that fucking result that I'm honestly stumped on how to approach the problems that could possibly appear in this massive flap of a butterfly. 'Cleaning house' was the only thing that came to me to make me stop thinking of anything that would bring me further headaches and let the moment of battle take me without the possibility of making something weird or do a magical accident with my mental state right now.

Then these exorcists had just stolen my first prey for the night making my mood worsen. Fuck! Looking at them with their mix of a bandit stereotype and cultist attire just pisses me off more! Honestly, if I had not liked forcing myself to go to sleep through hypnosis because all the nightmares seems to happen if I do that, these guys would probably be fine and dandy until the Gremory peerage crashes the abandoned church!

Fuck it, you bastards are Raynare's lackeys anyways, might as well trim the herd while I'm at it!

Stray Exorcist Peter Williams is questioning his life choices now. Living and making countless mistakes over his childhood as he grows older and then realizing his purpose in life after growing up in a gang is to be one of God's servants, is the only thing he believed that he had truthfully done that is right and just was when he had left that life behind after realizing his purpose and tried his best becoming a priest much to his family's support. 'The life that we could provide you is cruel and not for you' he remembered his dad said to him the day he became one with clarity right now as the screams of his fellow stray exorcists in defiance, fear or outright mad battlelust and glee.

He crouched low reflexively as a body flew to his direction. Elliot, he recognized the face as the body passed him from above, a giant hole on the guy's chest as blood sprayed on the obvious corpse's flightpath, bathing him in one of his allies' lifeblood. He cursed as he trained his light pistol at the storm of fists and feet that is their enemy right now, too fast, too powerful, he realized and shooting would just be more of a nuisance the least, killing one of his fellows the worst and most likely possibility.

More so when a lucky shot only got deflected by an unseen magical barrier.

Yes, he's definitely questioning his choices right now in the middle of a battlefield much to his internal chagrin. Then again, he had seen the monster easily tore through five of the best combatants they have with them so it must be him mentally preparing himself to be next to the execution block. Back in his internal private introspection, he knew he had been a good pious exorcist, a respectable one even, he had done his duty well and killed humans who abandoned their humanity regardless by force or not in holy fury, both those maddened and had broken their leash, those who are loyal to their masters and even a few of pure-blooded devils and even monsters of other pagan beliefs with his fellow priests, exorcists and those from chivalric orders.

Then he met that ridiculously beautiful Angelican lady, then things had gone downhill too fast for his liking. He bit back a curse as a few stray shots that the monster casually deflected with ease with his gauntleted fingers as he saw a backhand of the monster wearing a knight's armor literally rip the neck off of another man. That lady's father who was acquainted with his leader and was visiting at that time must had not liked how he and her looked at each other that somehow after they left, rumors somehow rose up around him converting to other religions and corrupting other people to convert also.

Next thing he knew, he got told he's excommunicated for reasons beyond his control due to the rumors ruining the church's reputation and had been frankly told that apparently, he did not get the memo when joining that specific exorcist branch that conversion to other religion, even those of the side that follow God and his teachings, even in other forms have not occurred and they wanted that to stay a perfect zero. Getting approached by a Grigori recruiter and enticed him who was downtrodden and lost at that time must had been another icing to the cake when he accepted the deal. Fast forward a few years, he woke up with blood of true pious men and women in his hands much to his horror that he ran away from heavy combat and had joined a monitoring mission a year ago away from the usual locations of believers of the faith's frontlines on destroying heresies and monsters in the dark.

He grits his teeth as he saw the monster chopped the last remaining exorcist's neck besides him with his armored hand, spraying a brief fountain of blood as the beheaded corpse drop unceremoniously on the ground, twitched a few times then stilled as all corpses do. This supposed simple stroll that was meant to kill a Stray Devil and thus make their skill still stay polished and proper had gone to utter hell suddenly that he questions if this is God's punishment to him and his 'fellows' finally arriving for its due.

Tight knuckles gripped at the hilt of the light sword in his hand, he released its comforting light and decided that if he is going to die anyways, he'll die as his original duty was supposed to be and with his faith in hand and tongue!

"DIE FOUL MONSTER!"

"DIE FOUL MONSTER!"

I let my eyes go to where the shout came from as I observed the last remaining stray exorcist charged with manic desperate fervor as he swung his not!lightsaber in a perfect textbook vertical chop meant to bisect me. In response, I met the blade of light with an open right palm and hold the blade in the intention of crushing it.

With casual exertion. . . the blade held that I blinked in shock a few times underneath my helmet quickly just to see if my eyes are not tricking me. It's not breaking with the usual strength I employ when destroying such blades, the Magic Resistance is not breaking it and even the blade is starting to dig through the Ash Lock gauntlet I am wielding in leu of the usual mana constructed armor Arthur used in life and as a Servant. Curious, I tilted my head as I brought my full attention on the man visibly exerting and roaring as bit by bit, he tries to cut off my hand.

"!" I stifled a gasp as I realized what I am looking at based on Arthur's memories during his time when he was alive and as a Servant, mostly as a Servant when he had seen the saints in action it looks and feels different but the core bits are almost the same. Holy shit, I'm looking at a genuine visible miracle at work!

The normal human me that was and still a Catholic even now(even if I still call the Sacraments of the Church that I learnt from those books at times as Magecraft or not a heavily devout one) is absolutely stoked at what I'm looking at while another part of me is outright confused why the heck God's System deemed this guy necessary to pull a miracle when the thing is being barely run by the Archangel Michael right now.

"What's your name exorcist." I can't help but ask the man.

"I would not say my name to the likes of you! You foul heathen knight!"

"Ok, Peter," "Wha–" "Yep, you definitely sound like a Peter. Listen, you just have gotten my respect right now for a stray exorcist to pull what you just did so I'm going to give you the respect that you deserve, now look down on the ground."

He reflexively did.

"Back to me." Even before I did not finish my words his bewildered face looked back to me just in time for an armor-clad finger poke his nose.

"Boop!" His eyes visibly cross-eyed as the magecraft I have prepared started doing its shtick as his eyes rolled up and sent him to his little happy place as his eyes upturned in an obvious dopy sleep as they close and I fully finished the magecraft's full invocation. . . by slamming him a bit strongly headfirst on the ground.

He'll survive, I thought as I looked at the guy breathing evenly in his sleep. Looks like I just gave him a concussion. Though given exorcists are actually a bunch of sturdy dudes that even those in the mook level can survive kissing the ground violently like that.

I just pray that my shitty excuse of a hypnotism magecraft to other people would be good enough to make the positive emotions he recently felt be more enforced while making any visual and sensation impressions he had of his surroundings be a blurry mess and not make the mook squad think an actual knight from the Holy See had been dispatched nearby. He'd probably think a powerful second stray ambushed them and he survived by a lucky miraculous strike and felt some sort of. . . whatever people who experienced making a miracle happen through divine intercession of sort feel.

Man, I mean it's a genuine miracle! I am honestly confused and have so many questions though why that happened but oh well, that just made my day. I mean, even if the big guy upstairs got axed, he still works in mysterious ways I guess, or should I defer on Michael being at fault why that happened?

'Honestly. . .' I raised the specific arm I had used to hold the blade. Designed to almost look as Arthur's normal armor superfluously as much as I can without compromising the weapon's power, the Ash Lock, a standard Conceptual Weapon of the Executors of the Church I was wearing on my arm literally have a burnt gash in my palm and I can literally see the original 'wrap-like' patterns of the gauntlet torn apart. If 'Peter' have literally dug a few more centimeters deeper, he would literally had reached my bare skin!

Granted, it seems the Sacrament's power and the mechanisms I have added still works, I pointed my ring finger straight as a small hilt shot through from my sleeve into my waiting palm and without ceremony, proceeded to flick it to the presence behind me!

"Woah! You really should be careful where you throw things young man. T-te, why can't I move all of a sudden!?" I turned around and saw a wincing Azazel who seemed to comically struggle in his position. Glaring at him, I beckoned on his direction as the thing I threw manifested back in my hand but with an added long thin blade, a Black Key; a Key of Providence and another Conceptual Weapon of Arthur's version of the Holy See and another nightmare of all F/GO players and actual one of the Ritsuka Fujimaru Arthur knows, in more ways than one.

"What do you want Scapegoat? How did you find me?" I said to the man who tripped when his movement suddenly returned.

"A Conceptual Weapon huh? And I felt the old man's power on that thing. Those type of things are extremely rare these days with people wanting power and then more power like a massive discount sale," The guy dusted his grey yukata off casually. "Hello, Fairy Knight-kun, it's a fine evening. . . killing my men, no?"

I twitched an eyebrow at the blatant brief release of killing intent from the man. As much as the man infront of me usually is a fine and dandy dude, at his core, the guy still survived this world's biggest war and still a leader of his own faction.

"How, did, you find me?" I grounded the words in emphasis.

"Pretty stiff huh? Fine, an answer for an answer! I've been looking around town when I heard someone was meant to be notified if I'm around and put two and two together when I heard a mutt is acting as the leader of a 'wild hunt' and noticed a sudden spike of your familiar blessings appearing," he said while tapping his ear, I did not flinch or shown any actions of shock making the man somehow grin wider. "That was pretty sloppy for someone who liked his peace and not have 'troublesome busybodies' snooping around your business 'Mr. Shadow President'~."

The fucker had the gal to singsong the words and a cheerful wink.

"Still, it made me question why you let that thing run around when you should know that people even mundane ones could instinctively corelate names when their looking at something as close to the nature of what's behind the curtain without the necessary precaution. That thing could actually casually kill a High-Class Devil you know, and the ones that actually earned their strength at that. Except that Bael heir that I keep on hearing about, that kid is a bit ridiculously up there for a young kid.

"Makes me think your marking your territory. You do know how volatile your action would be seen by others," he mused while rubbing that goatee of his before swiftly changing the subject. "Oh, about that question of mine then, care to answer?"

"They encroached my 'territory', I killed them before they know I'm around." I simply replied.

"Ah, that's pretty extreme though? Can't blame you on that one given its me were talking about. Question is why, is this town actually where you hide in when your out of your 'knightly' duties? Man~, where thinking more and more alike these days I knew your one of my people!"

God this is why I hate this guy; he loves talking too much. Somehow talking to him just makes me more exhausted. I flicked my arm up as I let Invisible Air clean all off the blood in my armor and suck them into a funnel and into a dense orb of blood which I incinerated thoroughly, the guy just clapped with the unnecessary exclamation as if someone did a magic trick!

"Anyways, I'm satisfied already at what I learnt," I felt alarmed internally at what he just said as the man casually turned his back on me and started walking away. "So, I think I'll take my leave now, there's still some ladies waiting for big daddy to try this nice blessing I got!"

"Azazel," I called to the man who paused at how I grinded his name with utmost seriousness I can put. "I won't clean your mess this time if you screw this over."

". . . I know, I'll be careful alright, yeesh your as much of a worry wart, I already have Shemhazai on that one already!" He continued walking away while waving his hand. "Oh, and she's worried you know. 'He never calls, leave a message I really, really worry about him~'!"

"Mind, your, own, fucking, business," I gagged at the sight of the fucker waving his ass exaggeratedly, obviously holding his hands in his chest in prayer while walking away swooning and doing a bad damsel in distress impression.

. . . His laugh just made me want to actually drop kick him right now. . . I really, really, really want to do it! But. . .

I looked at the aftermath of my brief rampage. The fucker did not bring these guys with him!

The Next Day

" – And we played in that old arcade. . ." I listened half-heartedly at the animated talking kid as the three idiots of the school are in my office, again for obvious reasons. Even if he still has a girlfriend, the kid is still up in his antics much to the chagrin of everyone.

Yes, 'Amano Yuuma' is literally still the kid's girlfriend and she did not bother mindwiping everyone. I still wonder if it's not just her but the two peerages doing some emergency mindwiping also in the background, school's pretty big and rumors literally fly fast for her to pull the canon hypnosis in a school as big as this and the center of power of the two heiresses. I just saw the cause of yesterday's headache even using her tits to swallow Ise's hand as she walked him through the school just this morning, even saw the deadlock between her and Akeno Himejima.

Speaking of morning though. . . I looked in cathartic satisfaction at baldy & nerd who's also half-heartedly listening as I thoroughly started my bea– training on the two AND would be my permanent thing that would ground me to Kuoh in the near future. Then there is their other friend. . .

I had another headache when I noticed something unique on him after I saw him in the morning. I discretely hid my eyes to see it again as they glowed briefly and looked at Hyoudou Issei in between my fingers. Fucker is a reincarnated devil now, eight red glowing pieces of light inside of him floating and the telltale signs of demonic energy growing extremely slowly in him.

For the love of God, I still wonder why the hell Raynare did not ditch this fucker up after what he just did. . . The memory of Akeno Himejima and Raynare staring down at each other and throwing hidden barbs in the school's gate rose in my brain suddenly. Oh, of fucking course, anime tropes.

A knock on the door interrupted my misery and prayer at Ise's life now as all four of us freeze at the loud noise. Snapping my finger two times, the trio rushed at cleaning the porn in the floor in drilled precision and efficiency over the years of hiding them as I looked through the window while moving away the curtain and saw the local much younger blonde special fucker in the school(haven't seen shota DIO-Snake yet, probably on his cardboard box playing not!MGS), Yuuto Kiba genially waving at me with a smile.

I opened the door on him just in time for the trio to sit in the uncomfortable plastic chairs and actually being miserable at how uncomfortable they are and let the sword nutcase in. I placed my hand the sign in front of the door, 'Perverts Inside' and slid the board and pulled it, replacing the words plastered outside as I closed the door.

'Perverts and GAE Inside' was now displayed that I saw in the edge of my vision as the door fully closed. What? Sue me, even if the brats in this school are a bunch of horny gits, the local doujinshis being written have actual decent plot if you just avoid the yaoi ones, those are either outright weird or batshit insane as the local rotten female mangakas goes batshit insane at those things.

I turned around and beheld the sight. . . of two hyenas protecting another of their ilk against a much powerful predator?

"Y-You'll never take our bro on your gay room you fucker!" Baldy said heroically, or as heroically as someone visibly clenching their ass and holding it as if protecting an important relic.

"Y-yeah! Like what he said!" Nerd said. . . while hiding behind Baldy. The poor idiot is just giving them material. I glanced at the window as the actual predators of the school looking through the curtains I have partially and purposely left some open seams.

"Good afternoon Motohama-san, Matsuda-san. . . Issei-kun," You're not helping yourself on how you just said those words you swordy nutcase. Though it would seem he have literally glossed over the homo thing the two said besides an extremely small twitch of his mouth. Dude must have become sturdy when the yaoi industry boomed in this school. . . after I gaslighted myself away from such things and pointed the doormat to the rotten gits in this school as a necessary sacrifice. "I'm here in behalf of Rias Gremory-senpai's, will you follow me Issei-ku–oof."

They did not hesitate to sacrifice Ise and proceeded to chuck him to the sword nutcase's embrace! No actually, that's what just happened, as 'chivalrous' of him, Kiba caught Ise in his hands as they stared at each other's eyes in sho–no 'love'! I saw the nerd grinning malevolently as he glanced at the window that actually shook from the screeches outside!

Ahhh. . . to be young again. I gave Motohama a thumbs up behind Kiba and Hyoudou's back. Just for that, I'm going to tone down briefly the two's training.

Barely!

2 Days Later

They said karma's a bitch.

"Umm. . ."

I always knew that, honestly. Given my track record both on my old world and here.

"Excuse me. . ."

Seriously, I have done some crazy things in this world.

"Do you know how to speak Italian?"

But it would seem some of those crazy things are biting my ass these past few days. I blankly stared at the hyper dangerously adorable nun infront of me that seems almost ¾ of my instincts are screaming to protecc. Then to the giant cardboard box I'm holding, then lastly. . .

To the white van beside me, car key in my hand and the van's windows tinted thoroughly that nothing can be seen inside.

Oh god I'm going to jail. . .

Arthur's Equipment:

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Equipment that seems to have been prepared for him:

Obscuring Mystic Code(Prologue): A Mystic Code that thoroughly hides his supernatural traits so long as he does not actively use any supernatural abilities making anyone that read or scrutinize him as a normal human.

Equipment he made:

Imaginary Space Storage(Ch 1): His hammerspace in the form of a bracelet he usually carries. A Mystic Code that brings access to a limited storage Imaginary Numbers Space. His kleptomaniac habits may or may have not made him make an excessive amount of such storage Mystic Codes. No atmospheric condition and time stasis, he's working on it but he is not expecting a fast headway and answers for the two.

Ash Lock(Ch 4): Standard equipment of the Executors, members of a subdivision of the Holy See of Arthur's home reality tasked in demon killing and destruction of other heretical beings. Taking in the form of Arthur's gauntlets and leg armors, these are merely by appearance's sake and the Sacrament(magecraft) in the Conceptual Weapon may be different from those used by the Holy See. These Ash Locks are made to maximize the 'concept' it carries without any additional enhancements to the wielders, or reliance of heavy pious faith to the Abrahamic God.

Arthur made a mechanism with it that shoots out sealed Black Keys on the user's waiting hand.

Black Keys(Ch 4): A type of Keys of Providence, Conceptual Weapons of the Holy See of Arthur's home reality meant and was designed to use against Dead Apostles, bloodsuckers that traces their origin to one of the Ultimate Ones(or TYPEs). Beyond its ability to purify heretical beings and evil, preventing the common regeneration or even the Curse of Immortality Dead Apostles are known for from happening and turning them to ash, there are various Sacraments that can be used through the Black Key like the Shadow Pinning ability.

Arthur usually contains and hides them in the form of rosary beads.

A/N: Done! Phew, honestly besides me playing FGO, this chapter was a bit hard to write for me given I literally have a few routes where the Date could go, and what would be the MC's reaction would be. I just wish it is in the liking of you lot.

Another is that I made a dedicated equipment note for you guys and for me that will be updated and added as the story progress so I won't forget what Arthur made and have to avoid anything I might forget and crap. In the Issei being a devil like canon is simply due to me having a justification to not be tied on Rias' group in the meta side, and me inverse as a Servant, even a Psuedo one tries to follow some of the basic rules of being a Servant, even if barely and using them as a suggestion alongside Arthur and him are not much of a party person beyond being goal centric individuals. Alongside the fact that regardless as much of a loyal dude Issei is, the kid still has dreams of being a Harem King and it was literally his foundation so to say in his ideals after he got talked by that hobo.

He cannot easily give up on that and as much as the MC managed to put even just an extremely few smarts in his head beyond tits in the extremely short months he has with the kid, the kid would still make some 'bad decisions' if you guys get my drift. More so when he clinically knows that beyond certain religions and countries, polygamy is frowned upon and illegal.

Then Rias barges in the equation, shoves the 'devil society, harem is legal' card and everyone is a hottie and he may or may not have some speshul cookie in him that might put a target in his back that in exchange for servitude and his dream, she's going to help him get stronger. Or something along those lines, I scrapped the script up of that conversation because I have trouble writing it down besides center points and showing that Rias, no matter how immature she is still groomed and trained to be a good speaker.

There is also the fact that the MC will not be always be there to babysit Issei and the gang, besides his whining and his plans, the kid needs to have independent decisions for good and for ill. He ain't gonna literally guide them to all the best decisions even if it grates him and sticking around 24/7 would be just detrimental than actual decent growth. He clinically knows this, but there would be moments his actions would dictate not through pragmatic and mechanical precisions but whatever emotions or his guts is telling him about or outright fate and bad luck screwing with him.

Anyways, checking the poll. . . 131 participants and man, 'Let Me Solo Her!' is winning by a landslide. I knew I should have meme hard on the other titles, they might have also tractions with them but eh, can't blame myself on that one heavily.

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