Ahhh, god-damn it. I lost a bet with my friend who said this would be popular if I posted even one thread on SpaceBattles. God damn it. I have other stories. I wanna update other stuff...(incoherent mumbling)

Eh, lost a bet, need to update once. That's my rule. Not gonna take a bet again, even if it's casual and doesn't involve money...;(

And NO, before any idiots out there try luring me into a bet, NO. I'm gonna erase this story altogether and I'm not joking.

I really hate my inconsistency in not updating, lol

For Artoria Pendragon, Halmeus was someone she adored and worshipped as the perfect symbol of a Hero.

For her, Halmeus was in fact, the Hero.

When she was little, she would crawl into bed with the record of Halmeus in her arms, and snuggle in her blankets with the candlelight illuminating the pages as she carefully traced her fingers above the printed words. She would then fall asleep with the book cradled in her arms and wake up by the calls of Kay for breakfast.

When she grew up, she took the copy of the record in her saddle and brought it to wherever she ventured. The fact that her knights were also avid readers of the book was also a contributing factor to her habit, as they often debated over what was Halmeus' true thoughts and intentions, and what was there favorite scenes.

Even the stoic and iron-willed Agravain had a copy, even if it truly was, as he claimed; for educational purposes.

Some even outright challenged each other to a duel when their silly debates got heated over which one of them respected Halmeus the most. Lancelot and Gawain usually stripped butt-naked in front of their knights in a boxing duel on these occasions.

It was a...sight Artoria never wanted to see. Ever again. The...abbs...the...dangling...bulging...urgh.

Besides, it was a foolish argument in the first place. Of course, she was the one who respected Halmeus the most! She had an entire set of wooden toys of Halmeus hidden inside the secret compartment of her bed in Camelot for heaven's sake! A premium edition of Cornwall!

Her dedication to the Record of Halmeus continued even after her Sword of Choosing, Caliburn, was smashed along with her ideals in Kingship. With Excalibur in hand and the record in the other, she marched her armies against the invading Saxons and Romans and brought Victory to her homeland in every battle.

To the very point of the fall of Britain, and what it stood for perished and ceased to exist, Artoria had still stubbornly yearned for an impossible wish that if she could turn back time, someone like Halmeus might have been chosen by the sword.

Thus, it was both exhilarating and embarrassing to meet her idol in the state she was in right now.

A heroic spirit who was actually not dead, a phantom craving for a redo at the hill of Camlann...a girl who lost hope in the path she had tread, desperately clinging onto her chance of redemption. What would Halmeus think of her in this sorry state? Who would think that this was the legendary King Arthur?

She was not the only one with her doubts. Her hesitation was reflected in her adversary who faced her in the duel. Diarmuid's expression was so identical to hers, that it was almost comical.

He too, while being a knight of Fianna, had unwillingly betrayed his lord Fionn due to the Geis (binding curse) cast upon him by Fionn's bride Grainne to run away with her, thus failing his lord and country.

He had killed his brothers in arms and defied his lord while it was akin to clawing out his beating heart from his chest. His honor, his oaths, his vows as a knight...all were broken on the night he ran with his lord's newlywed bride.

Thus, it was only natural that Diarmuid and Artoria felt more than a little guilty to be in the presence of their ideal Hero. They didn't feel worthy to be under his gaze.

After all, there was no mistaking the Black Book that flew out of Archer's...Gilgamesh's hand. The cover 'spoke' to their minds as if they were reading it. It was without a doubt, the Original of the Record of Halmeus.

And the Record flew out of Gilgamesh's hands on its own to rejoin with its owner. And who could the owner be either than Halmeus?

They were just about to inquire about his identity if only to confirm their suspicions when an order from their respective masters chilled them to the bone.

"I order thee by the power of my command seal; Kill Halmeus."

"...Hmm. That'll do. I order you by the power of my command seal; Join Lancer in his attempt in killing Halmeus, and backstab him if the opportunity arises."

Artoria and Diarmuid cried together as one, one in her mind, and the other with his voice.

"Master! Please reconsider! This...anything but this!"

'Kiritsugu! What is the meaning of this!? Why...how can you!? He...wasn't your dream being a Hero of Justice!?'

Their masters' reply was silence.

Both Saber and Lancer's faces morphed into one of pure shock and indignation, but they were powerless to do anything else. They couldn't disobey like Gilgamesh, nor could they convince their masters to act otherwise.

Their feet shifted towards the man who stood calmly with his hands folded behind his back. Their weapons twitched in their hands as they were slowly pointed towards him. Shame made their face blush a bright red.

Instead of criticizing them or their masters, the man -Halmeus, simply smiled. His smile was in a way fatherly and comforting as if he forgave them for all their sins.

It was so encompassing yet done in a so natural way, they couldn't help but feel a sort of immense relief they only felt with the closest people in their lives. Unknowingly, their lips twitched.

A phrase from the Record of Halmeus passed through their minds.

'He who is Halmeus shall not cry nor rage. He shall not hate those who hated him nor betray those who betrayed him for their selfish gain.

He shall walk the earth with the weight of the world on his back, and smile for the ones who live with him under his protection.

Over countless battlefields he had walked, and countless trials he had faced. Not once did he falter, flee, or fall.

For He is the Savior of Man, Protector of the Planet, and the Conqueror of the Stars.

He is Halmeus, and he has never known defeat.'

With trepidation and awe in their chests, Artoria and Diarmuid raised their swords and spears. In a flicker of a second, they saw the phantom image of the Hero with his arms open in a warm welcome, and his embrace that shall save all.

Halmeus nodded at them, and with the serene smile still on his lips, he raised a fist to the sky.

"How dare thee, Sanguine! Thou foul curse shall not stop nor sway me from my conviction, for it is the path I have chosen! Sealed my powers thou may have, though by only my will alone, I shall fell thee...and brandish the proof of Hope that lights up the world of Humanity!"

With those inspiring words that made the blood pump in all those who heard him, Halmeus reached to his waist, and slashed out into the sky above with his famed Sealing Sword in hand- ...except, it wasn't.

Artoria's eyes bulged out of their sockets as Irisviel's mouth morphed into an uncharacteristic gape.

"A...Katana?"

...

...Little did they know that Halmeus was freaking out within his mind, and every single word conjured by his silver tongue was complete and utter bullshit.

If only they knew his survival relied on the auto-functions of his dear Katana...

If only Sanguine knew that 'Halmeus' had no idea in the slightest that they actually existed in the human history that was long lost with the White Titan's arrival...

...After all, what is a Hero who doesn't believe in his own identity?

...Tick tock, tick tock.

Fate moved on.

Why did you guys actually believe that Halmeus and Sanguine never existed before our idiot wrote his ancient self-insert story? I (the author) never said anything about them not existing, did I?

I can see the reader's expressions...Mabo Tofu and wine never tasted so exquisite. Review you Halmeus ass-kissing peasants! Review for Halmeus' glorious ass! Review anyway!

I'll be updating the rewritten 'Fate/HELP! My sister is Heracles!' story from now on. PLEASE DO NOT BEG ME FOR UPDATES OR CONTINUATION.

X-kalibuuuur, absolutely begging for someone to adopt this for I may not update this for years if not forever.