A/n: Hey everybody, PsychoJack is here with another chapter of Holy Nail War. Our hero Honda has now ended up in a strange confrontation with Avenger after his escape from his confinement. Can he avoid detection long enough to save Stria and the servants under his command. Let us see how he handles this predicament.

Honda stared at the irate now identified servant Avenger, a confused look on his face. A sweatdrop could be seen running down his forehead.

Avenger looked at him with an irritated look on her face.

"You don't look like one of those homunculus, just who the hell are you anyway?" The blonde look alike said, her blade held on the right hand, though at the moment, her hand was clenched in contained anger.

'Uh oh! I think I know which event I stumbled upon.' Honda analyzed the young woman in front of him, making sure that he wasn't going insane.

"I thought I told those homunculus that I wanted the door locked." Avenger said, taking two steps toward Honda in a confrontational manner.

To him it appears that the same woman who was Saber was simply pretending to be someone else. Maybe it was the new wig she was wearing, or the change of clothing or just her amazing acting talent and range of characters, but this girl was definitely Saber.

Honda looked at the same face, the same little nose he kissed at one point. He let his eyes focus on the emerald fiery eyes belonging to his Saber on this Avenger girl. He looked at the sword. Whereas before Saber seemed to hold a weapon obscure to all but herself, now laid a big hunk of metal. It seemed like a damn stylish prop, but one clearly matching the fighting style of a sword wielder.

"Just who in the hell are you anyway!?" Avenger barked. Her face still had a faint red blush on her face from being so shamelessly smothered by affection.

To Honda there could only be one plausible possibility to this conundrum her steeped himself to.

'Yup, there's no doubt in my mind! Looks like I stepped right into the amnesia event…' Honda looked inquisitive, as if he found the answer.

"Ummm…yeah…I don't know how to say this but…you're my servant, Saber!" Honda said with a sweatdrop prevalent on his forehead. Her acting is almost too convincing.

Avenger looked at him like he grew a second head.

"The hell are you talking about?"

--With Stria--

"And that's what happened thus far, my lady." Stria said, as she had spent that last few minutes explaining to Idores her recollection of recent events leading to her current predicament. She left out the more 'intimate' details though as they weren't necessary to the question being asked.

"I always did have my suspicions of Elias, but I didn't think he was capable of betraying Deacon. That alone is too risky considering the other masters." Idores pondered then focused on her chauffeur.

"Unfortunately, as a result of your little quarrel with Elias, Deacon holds his suspicions that I am the traitor. You are my assistant, and there's no doubt in my mind that in a matter of his word against mine, he would no doubt hear Elias as opposed to me."

Stria tilted her head to the side. "But why?"

Idores eyes furrowed. "They did begin the alliance. Just who exactly do you think Deacon would trust? The man who aided in the forming of this alliance, or a homunculus?"

Stria looked a little sad. Homunculus are notorious for being outcasts among the magus. They are usually viewed as inferior beings due to the fact that they were pseudo humans made in a laboratory. Considering how most of their kind are usually servants to their masters, theirs was a meaningless existence.

"There's also the fact that I didn't tell Deacon about Honda. In order to keep his existence a secret, I couldn't tell anyone. Unfortunately, Elias is a lot more cunning than I gave him credit for." Idores brushed her hair as she folded her arms in slight irritation.

"My lady…I've been meaning to tell you." Stria looked downwards, as if in shame.

"What is it?" Idores asked, though she was still a bit irked considering the current circumstances.

"I've been wondering. Do we still need to use Honda for the war? It's complicated to explain, but…I am having…doubts." Stria admitted.

Idores raised an eyebrow. "Doubts! About his role in the war? Listen Stria, I know you were the one who saw his shows and studied him for months on end. You probably thought of him like a celebrity, but it means nothing I assure you. In time you'll come to realize he is a means to an end like everything and everyone else."

Stria looked to Idores. "Do you hate Honda because he looks so much like he did? Was your master a means to an end as well?"

Idores went towards the prana field and made Stria back up against the wall. Her sclera was pitch black as she was enraged, her hair defying gravity.

"He was different! He was…he…!" Idores spoke with frustration before her eyes and hair returned to normal. She turned away from Stria walking outside the prana forcefield.

"It doesn't matter anymore. He is gone. The sooner you let go of these thoughts, the better. Such things have no place among magi." Idores said, her face turned away from Stria.

"I…I must disagree, my lady." Stria said, nervously but with a hint of determination.

Idores turned back. "Oh? And why is that?"

Stria blushed. "Because, it is not his status that gives me pause…I have…developed an attachment."

Idores' eyes slightly widened. "You're joking?"

--With Deacon--

Deacon was practically demolishing each and every door down as he was in hot pursuit of Honda. He flipped beds over and tables in his desperation.

"Where is he!?" Deacon smashed his fist through a wall like it was nothing.

Atalanta came running into his view.

"Found anything yet!?" Deacon asked, impatience filled his voice.

Atalanta shook her head in the negative.

"I checked on Elias in case Honda sought him out. I couldn't find anything so I left him with some security." Atalanta said.

Deacon massaged his forehead. "Aren't you a huntress, can't you track his scent or something?" Deacon asked, clearly frustrated.

"I would if I could, but the homunculus here cleaned it all before I could track him down. At the rate this is going, he'll have studied the layout of the estate." Atalanta warned Deacon.

"Dammit! Head to the study! Make sure he doesn't get his hands on the servants he was with!"

"And what about the homunculus in the holding cell?" The huntress asked.

"I'll go there. Let me look around a bit more in case he's using an invisibility spell." He said as the Archer class servant swiftly moved towards the study.

Deacon found a glass and poured a glass of wine that was placed by a bedside table. He took a quick sip as he was parched and needed to calm his nerves.

"My lord!" A voice echoed.

Deacon turned around.

"Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" Deacon said, really not needing anymore than he already had to deal with.

It was Miki. Her front was shadowed as the light leading to the hallway coated her from behind.

"No. I must insist, this cannot wait." She stepped inside and closed the door.

"What do you want?" Deacon raised an eyebrow.

"I need to talk to you about something important. About establishing boundaries." Miki said as her back was towards Deacon as she began placing a single small lock by the doorknob.

"Boundaries? Unless it's about the Holy Grail War, then it's not important." Deacon said as he took another sip of his drink.

"Are you saying that our relationship is not important!" Miki said whole turning around, a fierce look in her eyes as she bore her red optics on Deacon.

His eyes widened as he spat out his wine.

--With Honda–

"I said I am Avenger. A-VEN-GER. That simple enough for you?" Avenger spelled out for Honda.

"Yeah that would be the case but here's the thing, Saber. Gold hair, check. The height and weight are down to a t. The green eyes match the same big round eyes I'm used to seeing thus far. Aaaaaannndd there's the fact that you got a sword, Saber." Honda pointed at the sword in Avengers hand.

"No idiot! Its Avenger! You can't be my master. I think I would recognize my own master, what do you take me for?" Avenger asked.

"I take you for the badass little minx I have come to know quite personally. My sexy servant for the Holy Nail War, Saber!" Honda said nonchalantly.

Avenger began rolling childlike to and fro in exasperation at the dense magician. Her voice squeaked in a kid like bratty manner.

"I am Avenger!!" Avenger rolled in frustration.

Avenger then breathed in and out to calm herself. She would beat the dumb out of Honda, but as far as she was concerned she was a part of the alliance between the mages here.

Unless…

"Okay…if you really think you're my master. Then let me ask you a few questions?" Avenger said.

"Sure alright! Lay em on me!" Honda was excited, moving his hands in a come on gesture, signifying his readiness for the challenge.

"What was I before being a servant for the War?" Avenger asked.

"Too easy! A knight!" Honda said, raising his eyebrow.

"Which hand do I use as a dominant hand in combat?" Avenger asked, her eye twitching at his cocky smile.

"Right handed, except when you clash blades. Saw it in action! Pretty good skill with a blade-"

"Shut it! Okay…from what era was I from?" Avenger asked, a sweatdrop on her face.

"Era?" Honda sweatdropped.

"Yeah era! As a magi you already know every servant is a legend known throughout history. Unless you can't answer that?" Avenger challenged while smirking.

'For real? Every escort is role-playing as a figure from history? Wait a minute! I remember Lancer screaming out Gae Bolg when he tried to pretend to attack me! That's a spear from Irish mythology, right? So the girls are either from history OR fiction! It's a trick question!'

"You're not from history, you're a servant embodying a fictional legend." Honda said.

Avenger frowned, her eyes more sharper. "True…Now which legend? If you really 'knew me' so well. Then tell me which one."

"Hmmmm, well. When we slept with each other-

"Wait what-" Avengers face became red.

--With Stria–

"What do you mean you developed an attachment!?" Idores asked, not understanding what her right hand was saying.

"I am saying that I don't want to hurt Honda!" Stria said.

"You can't be serious? He is meant to be used for the war, that's his purpose! That's the only and sole reason he has been tolerated thus far!" Idores said, growing irritated.

"You do not understand my lady. I don't want to hurt him! If anything I believe his value is greater than the current plan that you have for him!" Stria argued.

"Let me remind you. In order to obtain the Grail, we must stick to the plan. If we don't. We will lose!" Idores argued back.

"I cannot do it! Though it goes against your will, I cannot carry it out. No, I won't!" Stria said.

"What the hell is wrong with you!? " Idores said with her eyes widened in bewilderment.

--With Honda--

Avenger stared in vivid astonishment as Honda was breaking down the answer to her question.

"Well let's see, your armor was definitely made of steel plate, which is based on Medieval and Renaissance Europe. That's literally the 5th century to 15th century. The fact that you're blonde and green eyed also makes me think somewhere in Europe. Your accent is clearly British. Your chastity being so important and your formal way of talking makes me think of the old noble religious type girls from WAY back when, so 5th century to 7th century. You're not based on real history, you're based on a fictional legend. Which leaves only one possible legend, and it's a big one. The Camelot legend of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table."

Avenger stared, astonished as he literally guessed it right.

"Lucky guess. Okay then…"

She pulled her blade a little lower to her side.

"In my spare time what do I do?"

"*snorts* Chase cats for all I care!" Honda said.

Avenger blushed. Her pupils were shaking.

--With Deacon--

"A relationship!?" Deacon said.

Miki sauntered over to Deacon, causing the mage to take a step back.

"Yes! A relationship! I cook for you, clean for you, and tend to your needs. You offer me a home and offer order, guidance and leadership. Yes, a relationship, our relationship." Miki said as she continued taking steps towards Deacon.

"We're not in any relationship! You're just a defective homunculus!" Deacon argued, he couldn't believe his ears.

"You don't respect me! You don't touch me! Not even an emoji! I have been carrying this relationship for the both of us since my creation! I won't ignore this one sided treatment anymore!" Miki said with frustration stemming through her voice.

Deacon stared gobsmacked.

"What the fuck are you talking about!?" He asked with complete disillusionment as to what his homunculus servant was saying.

Miki then used a seal on her maid garb. With a quick flash of light her clothes changed. She was dressed in a dominatrix outfit. It consisted of a black leather corset strapped with thick belts. She wore a garter belt connected to leggings, followed by a pair of black faux leather knee high boots.

"Can you look at this and tell me I'm defective? If words won't work then let my actions show just how much you mean to me my lord!"

Miki stretched out a whip.

THWACK

Deacon's eyes widened.

--With Honda--

"Then how come I don't remember you!? Explain that!" She said in confused frustration. Her eyes were clenched and her ears were red as Honda had regaled her with many intimate details since his involvement with Saber.

Honda shrugged while grinning.

"I don't know! Guess your current master knows how to manipulate minds or something like that. But what are the odds of that!"

Avenger's eyes looked shook, as if rethinking her whole life in self analysis. She looked as if trying to analyze all information provided to her and making her own conclusion.

"That manipulative bitch! I knew she was hiding something from me!" Avenger grasped her head in anger, a look of rage on her face.

Honda looked on in concern, seeing Avenger practically foaming at the mouth.

'Guess Saber's finally come to her senses! I wonder who her fake master is…'

--With Stria--

"You may have observed him for months but you've only been around him for a few days! What could possibly possess you to want to give your loyalty to him over me?" Idores said with veins on her forehead, her anger prominent considering her small pupils and her teeth clenched. The beauty she had gave way to an angry facial expression, one unbecoming of her calm facade.

"I don't want to have to choose between you two. The more I spend time with him, the more I feel his effect on me. I have been experiencing sensations and feelings I have never felt before. It's so new, so scary and yet…I have never felt more humane. So closer to being…alive. Like my life held more value than just being, like I matter!" Stria explained, her true thoughts being laid out towards her mistress, thoughts never spoken before.

Idores stared in disbelief.

"He's just a street magician! Practically a homeless bum! What did he do to you!? You act like you have feelings for him!" Idores argued with derision.

Stria blushed, as she now had the words to describe the strange emotions she's been feeling recently.

"I…I fear that is true…" Stria said, realization on her face, bearing with it a small smile as her blush intensified.

Idores' eyes twitched.

"And if you gave him a chance, you would too! All three of us could…" Stria left the rest to Idores' mind to fill in the blanks.

"With Katashi Honda? Are you fucking kidding me?" Idores asked with venom in her mouth.

--With Deacon--

Deacon was holding Miki by her shoulders as she was trying to smooch him. Despite being a big man, this small homunculus had him pinned as she attempted to lay him with kisses. A few hickey's were already on his face from the few times she was successful in her attack.

He pushed her off as he ran for the door, the door not budging from being locked.

He looked at the small lock and clicked it, releasing the lock from the handle, as Miki got up. Deacon had forgotten in his desperation that he could simply smash the door open with his magic.

Deacon got the door open. He was about to leave.

"If you leave! Then we are through!" Miki provided an ultimatum, stopping Deacon in his tracks.

He then sprinted outside the room like his life depended on it.

"YOU BASTARD!" Miki yelled with her eyes white with emotional fury.

Deacon while running thought to himself.

'There's only one person who could break people's minds like that. Only one possible conclusion. Idores is the traitor!' He ran past many homunculus, some of his security guards trying to catch up with him.

'Idores Velune! You will pay dearly for taking me for a fool!'

'And then I'll get the mastermind behind it all!' Deacon bore a hardened expression. He was currently heading towards the containment room.

'Katashi Honda!'

--With Honda--

"So Idores 'took' you as her servant? Gee, didn't think she had it in her!" Honda said as he sat with Avenger, both sitting next to each other.

"She knows mind flaying magic. She's admitted to using it many times, practically practicing with it using the other homunculus in the estate as practice. Some even developed verbal tics and strange tastes as a result of all her tampering with their minds."

'Wow! She sounds like she is quite the expert in bed! Whoever they were, they had their minds blown! Lucky bastards!' Honda blushed as he heard Avenger's explanation.

"I had my suspicions that she was hiding something from me when she claimed she was my master when we first met. I didn't have a command seal you see, in fact I still don't. This whole war has been strange. First, I wake up in a sewer and the next thing I know, a homunculus claims to be my master. Should've figured she was lying." Avenger sighed.

"So what you gonna do now, Saber?" Honda said as he laid his hands back and leaned on them. He looked around the white abyss, admiring the quiet of the room, though wondering how the hell he was going to find a way out.

"Avenger! There's no point in denying the obvious. You're my master, that's for sure. You said there was a homunculus and another servant under you right?" Avenger looked in Honda's direction.

"Yup! That pretty much sums it!" Honda nodded with a wide grin towards the red clad knight.

Avenger grinned back. "Well, memory or no, I can already tell we're gonna get along just fine. Let's bust out of this boring place!"

"It's good to have you back, Saber! Even if you did change a bit!" Honda said whilst hugging her tightly.

"Hey lay off on the touching! For the last time it's Avenger! Get it right!" Avenger said through gritted teeth, her right hand pushing against Honda's face in his attempt to hug her.

"Potato, tomato! Whatever! Besides, how else am I supposed to give you a dose of mana?" Honda said nonchalantly.

Avenger's eyes widened. "So that's why we…slept together. You don't know any other way to do a prana exchange?" Avenger asked, nervousness filled her being.

"Nope! It's definitely more fun though!" Honda answered point blank.

Avenger blushed intensely looking to the side.

"I see…Then…I guess we'll just have to in order to save Stria was it?" Avenger asked, confused and fidgeting.

-Honda Vision Start-

Avenger could be seen looking completely bashful looking away in a pout away from Honda's eyes. The white abyss served to accentuate and keep all concentration on the servant as she had her arms folded in a closed off body stance. Her voice was overly cute sounding as she spoke with a blush intact.

"Master! I don't even remember the times we shared. Maybe if you…jog my memory, I can regain my memories.

[You have reclaimed Saber!]

[Saber has amnesia! And is now a born again virgin! Would you like to perform a mana exchange? She might reclaim her memories!]

[Event Unlocked: Second First Time!]

-Honda Vision End-

'Yup! Definitely Saber! She has the same nervous reaction to sexy time!' Honda thought to himself as he lost himself to his delusional worldview.

"First things first. Hug time!" Honda said before stretching his arms wide.

Avenger sweatdropped. She sighed. "Okay okay fine! But…just keep your hands where I can see 'em!" She cautiously walked into Honda's embrace, Honda wrapping his hands around her, nuzzling her face with his left cheek.

Avenger was limp in his arms, not used to affection like this. She was a warrior, not a hugger.

"I…I don't even know your name…" Avenger said, albeit in a whisper. She couldn't explain why but as she remained in Honda's arms, her own left arm began wrapping slowly around Honda, reciprocating the hold. She amazed herself with the reaction.

"Oh yeah I forgot! Amnesia." Honda pulled away from Avenger. She felt surprisingly dejected when he separated. Honda cleared his throat.

"Remember this name for the rest of your days and nights my lawfully bedded kinky knight! I am your master for the Holy Nail War! I am Katashi Honda, the Warlock!" He said with flair in his posture, arms stretched in an extravagant manner.

Avenger was red in the face at being 'reminded' of them sleeping with each other. She sighed and said with her blade held behind her neck.

"And it looks like I am your blade again. I am Avenger. I don't remember if I ever mentioned my name but call me Mordred. That's my real name, and you'd better get that right!" She grinned.

'Wait! She's Mordred! The traitor knight! Isn't it supposed to be a man! Ah whatever, this is the cutest 'Mordred' ever!" Honda thought to himself.

Honda went back to hugging her, Mordred having a deadpan expression on her face. She looked to the side and blushed.

'This is…not so bad.'

CHAPTER END