A bit shorter then the last two chapters and that is more to do with recent events in my live. My little brother is getting married and I think I might be suffering a bit of burn out. Regardless I at least wanted to finish something for all of you.

Disclaimer: I said before I don't own Fate.


Fire consumed everything around her. A wave of curses heralded the flames as the city burned. Around people screamed as they died either from the fire or from the curses that had been unwittingly put on them. Had this just been a natural flame she might have saved some as she searched for him. The curses, however, sealed their fate as she didn't have any means to save everyone. "Shirou!"

Why did she let him run off she didn't know. Yet, she at least knew that this shouldn't have been possible at all. Did this Holy Grail War cause this mess? Was this just some twisted mage wish? Yuuka now understood why Altrouge hated Zelretch if this nonsense was related to the ritual he helped set up. "Shirou!"

Her senses had been overwhelmed by the smell of ash, and the sounds of screams for just a moment. Years of mental focus allowed her to force what she was looking for as she blocked out everything that she could and focused on trying to find her son. As for the curses that assaulted her she could shrug them off. The inherent curse that served as the means for Dead Apostles to seemingly heal from any injury was strong enough to undo most curses that were not strong enough to overcome it. It was her son who she was worried about.

"Shirou!" The flames were no problem for him, it was the curses she was worried about. Sure, he had the potential to grow rather quickly, to the point of nearing herself, but he was still far too young for it to fully manifest. How he was dealing with it worried her to no end and the possibility of losing him, losing her son, was too much for her to think about.

As the flames started to die down as the ash begun to settle she fell to her knees. A connection existed between her and all her creations. The feeling of them dying was nothing of consequence. In such an event they moved into her Reality Marble as phantoms. There they would be summoned when she deployed it or recycled into another form if she so wished. Her connection with Shirou was different as he was fully independent, able to grow and develop without her, live without her, and much more. "No…"

For a moment she felt her connection to him fade away. In that instance all she could do was cry in anguish as the ash slowly fell and the fires faded away. Tear fell from her eyes as she just stayed there for a time. Surrounded by death and ruins of the folly of mages. 'Shirou.'

Once the curses were fully gone she was able to just ever so slightly feel her connection to him. It was that feeling that renewed hope to find him. She had checked the hospital that was holding the orphans from the fire as well as anyone who had seemed able to cling to life, likely missing the curses or having gone in to save others. Shirou wasn't there at all. Eventually, she went to her associates for help. Nothing came of that besides the Holy Church and Mage's Association learning about her survival from the attempt on her life.

Eventually, she was on her own which was both a blessing and a curse. Yuuka was able to cover less ground but there was less of a target painted on her because of her choice to travel lightly when compared to others of her kind. Along the way she had met up with a few people who she hadn't seen in a long time like the Ainsworth girl. Finally, the head of Yggdmillennia tracked her down again and asked for her help. As a reward given for a successful job, though the girl would consider it torture even as the seeds planted in her legs would as they decay allow her to skip physical therapy, she now help the memes to find Shirou using their connection.

Slowly her eyes opened as she looked out the window of the passenger jet. A very convenient way to get around large distances. Mentally her thoughts turned to her own castle. 'I haven't been home in a few years now.'

Yuuka hadn't left it undefended even if she tried to keep its location a secret. With her status as being alive now known it's likely the Church, or someone else, would try to locate her home. Though none of them have managed too it was still worth it as not to come home to a trap set by the Church. That and having her place plundered by the obsessed Mages Association for her crafts or anything she had from times that had long passed by. Sure, if they did invade she would know. The things that were set to guard are technically her familiars after all.

She moved her hand up as she stared at the single Command Seal on it. Right now this was her best chance at finally locating him and getting him back. Eight years had passed between them and each day had been frustrating as she could feel him being alive without knowing how he was.


'I should have guessed this would become a mess,' Shirou looked about the mess of a workshop that had become as he moved through the things Kiritsugu had left as he tried to find one suitcase hidden in the back. This was the one that held the object that he had been looking for. Opening it up he was greeted with the surprising clean form of the scabbard that had once been within him.

Avalon, the scabbard of King Arthur. Almost immediately he remembered when he removed it. When he had kind of traced it with Structural Grasping and recorded a history of the thing. With a hand placed on the scabbard Shirou looked at it feeling nothing seemingly coming from it. Avalon was dormant, its powers inactive unless a certain few individuals were in its presence. "Trace on."

For six months it had rested within him and within his soul. Using Structural Grasping on it he could notice how difficult it was to get an understanding of just what it was. The history was already recorded, as was part of its creation, but the materials that made it up was not something like anything he had recorded in his Reality Marble. It wasn't made with magecraft long forgotten, or forged by mortal hands using lost techniques. No, Avalon was made using methods and materials that couldn't be used by mortals. This was a Divine Construct and even though he was a being who lived in mystery even Shirou had a hard time replicating it. That wasn't to say it was impossible to replicate some of the materials as his existence made understanding it much easier then had he been human.

An echo of an imprint from Avalon, a passive scan of it, existed as well within his soul. Combined with what he had gotten now, and the previous partial scan from before had yelled a result of actually allowing him to understand Avalon. Removing his hands from the blood of his Reality Marble appeared as Shirou gave it form based on what was now recorded. The blood seemed to glowed a bit before taking the shape of a replica of the scabbard in his hands. Shirou stared down at the projected Divine Construct in his hands.

The replica's power was active unlike the original. Shirou could understand now how it was able to have both saved him, and tried unsuccessfully to undo the Dead Apostle nature that was in him. If Shirou was correct had he the means to trace Avalon at the time he could have just traced it and used Avalon to heal Rin. Thinking about this he did notice something slightly off about Rin.

Her scent had been ever so slightly off, something likely explained as a side effect of what had been done to keep her from becoming a Dead Apostle, but Shirou had a feeling after seeing her after everything had settled that there was something off. The power that Erikson had been after had not disappeared with his death, not fully at least. Until Rin talked about it with them though Shirou had no idea if it was the reason or not.

"There you are," Illya voice cut in as he was broken from his thoughts. She looked at the scabbard in hand and as she walked up saw the original resting in an old dust covered suitcase. "Is that Avalon?"

Illya almost forgot that within the building was the suitcase containing the legendary scabbard of King Arthur. The catalyst that had once been used to summon the King of Britain to compete within the Fourth Holy Grail War. With it Shirou had been saved and had lived for a few months without knowing his real nature. It was the thing that Kiritsugu had used as a bargaining chip in order to sneak in to get her back. Illya picked out the Avalon from the suitcase while the copy rested in Shirou's hands. "It's hard to believe that this is almost fifteen hundred years old."

"Actually it's fourteen thousand," She looked at Shirou with disbelief as the traced copy disappeared into motes of light. Her disbelief was understandable as he had a hard time believing it himself if he focused on it. History of the objects his Reality Marble traced came to him if he wanted to know it and left his mind soon afterwards. "Avalon maybe dormant but it has this passive ability to never be degraded, it could be in the heart of a volcano for centuries and come out completely unaffected."

As impressive as that was, it mattered rather little when one realized that Avalon was at best only able to protect itself in this dormant state. Though that issue was likely side stepped given what Shirou was able to do. "So, was the Avalon you just made inactive?"

"No, it was active," Shirou didn't understand as to why that was. His working theory was his own Reality Marble basically would just automatically allow him to use his projected weapons even if they wouldn't be able to be wielded by him. Though he couldn't prove that or not as his Reality Marble had a rather limited amount of Mystic Codes and things like Avalon to work with. "I don't think I have any real use with it healing me given the whole being a Dead Apostle."

His own Curse of Restoration, the healing ability most Dead Apostles tended to have, was not compatible with it. Avalon would heal injuries as they happen while the Curse of Restoration undid the injuries from having happened. While there was the possibility that it might be able to save him from attacks that could kill him, due to having the weight of mystery, there was no telling how it would act with his natural ability to undo the injury in such a circumstance. Instead it was better off being used to heal others or on the possibility he needs to defend himself from something he can't block. "I actually had a bit of trouble projecting it."

Hearing this after watching him just project almost anything he was given was both surprising and understandable. Avalon was a Divine Construct and while Shirou was a being of mystery his nature wasn't truly the same as those who could create it. "How much?"

"A bjt though I managed to get it," If all Divine Constructs had the complexity of Avalon then he could see himself having some difficulty tracing them. If there was those that weren't as complex in makeup then to be honest by his ability to partly understand and replicate the materials of Avalon he should be able to near perfectly trace them. It would take more effort to do so but it was doable. "Honestly, I don't see it being an issue given Avalon probably the only thing of its kind in the world anymore."

Such items like Avalon, the Noble Phantasms of Heroic Spirits, had long faded from the world. Many having lost all power, others were destroyed either by time or by others actions. Only a relative handful could be said to still exist in the world now, owed by such groups like the Church, members of the Mages Association, or kept as trophies of Dead Apostle Ancestors. Avalon was possibly the only Divine Construct in the world right now as far as they knew. Which meant that what remained in the world of such ancient artifacts were probably thoses Shirou could replicate perfectly.

Although, there was one instance when one of the missing and lost weapons from the past would return. Illya hadn't thought about that much before but even if she wasn't willing to become the Lesser Grail, or if there even was one to exist as a substitute for, the Greater Grail will still summon mahes to take part in a fight for a wish. Her father had assumed that without Illya becoming the Lesser Grail the whole thing would collapse and while that was true something told her that this wouldn't be an issue in the end. On some level she had a feeling that the Holy Grail War was coming up and sooner than expected.


Most Dead Apostle Ancestors tend to have a castle all to there own, though that was something of a misnomer. Sure, for many it was indeed something that could be considered a castle. However, it wasn't the case for everyone. Elaborate cave systems, modern penthouse, and even something in the design of a temple could be considered a castle for an Ancestor. Yuuka's was the example of the latter which was fitting given what she had been before having accidentally turned herself into a Dead Apostle.

A Japanese temple archway served as the opening in a small stone wall. A small pond with a nearby garden, and a range existed each on one side of the temple itself. The building was seemingly designed with extensions like a tower, and a dojo built into it while internally it had no thought of a temple beyond a basic shrine set up in the foyer that one entered. Around it the bounded field added in protection as unlike most it wasn't some immediately dangerous trap, or a way to immediately capture people. Yuuka was able to make it mess with the senses, an unorthodox type of bounded field that causes people to eventually wonder out if they had no idea if they had wandered in or not. All in all, it was her home and the place she had mostly kept to herself for almost eighty years.

"Everyone seems to be as I left it," Her caretakers likely had had her hands full but knowing her that wasn't much of an issue.

As soon as she thought about that, two young women, almost identical looking, walked out. Both wore the same manner of simple shirt sleeve dress with a white filly collar and a white apron over it. The difference was of the colors chosen with one wearing green the other choosing pink. In a strange ironic twist the eye color of the one wearing pink was green while her counterpart wearing pink was green. Their hair was both light brown though the style of each was different with the pink dressed one having two long bangs that went past her shoulder as far down as her lower back while the rest of her hair barely went down to her necks. Her counterpart had long hair going past her upper back but her bangs barely reached past her eyes. They both gave her a bow and spoke almost in sync as they saw her.

"Lady Yuuka, you have returned."

These seemingly nearly identical twins were both a pair of flesh constructs made from the same source with minor alterations done to tell them apart. Their minds designed off a single familiar template that both served to maintain her castle for her while she was away. No real deviation between them in thought process or simulated personalities which was not needed as their roles didn't demand such complex thought processes. "I have Mai, Aki."

The separate names served no real purpose other than to make things easier on her. The two constructs had no real attachment to their names beyond practical use as such a thing was not important to their roles. The maid construct in pink, Mai as she was called, took a step forward to her creator, speaking what little curiosity was on both her and her sister's mind. "Is your return to do with the young lord?"

"Yes," Yuuka rubbed over the Command Seal which all her hopes rested on. Getting everything ready wouldn't take much longer and yet the longer she waited the more agonizing this was. For a while as a Dead Apostle she could wait literal years or even decades for something to come about as a mother separate from her child even a week was too long nevermind eight years. "I need to get things ready for a spell to hopefully find him."

"Do you need us to do anything to help you?" Yuuka shook her head at this. While they could be of help it wasn't something that was important enough for her to need them. All she needed was just herself.


Imaginary Numbers was something that wasn't rather known when it came to magecraft. Mostly, it deals with storage and occasionally travel. At least all of this according to the books that Zouken had on the subject. Knowing her now deceased adopted grandfather he probably didn't put much thought into it and was planning on using her abilities for his own ends. Maybe not as according to the limited notes he had written down about what he was doing to her he had hoped to replace her element with the Matous element of water. Whatever he had planned for her didn't matter in the end anyway. He was now dead and her original element had returned after she had transformed into what she was now.

Shinji had asked about a few things. First being her hair which Sakura believed was probably the result of her Edelfel blood. Suppressed genes activated by whatever had been done to her. There might be an issue with explaining it when she went back to school but that was something to cross later. Right now her focus was on her lack of ability with magecraft. 'I guess I will have to learn as I go along.'

Her former father had given her to the Matous in hope she could learn magecraft without having jealousy with her sister. Zouken had written that down from one of their talks and commented on how strange it was. The Dead Apostle even mused that given their connection to the Church it would have made more sense to give Sakura to them to be trained under their eye. Why he didn't Zouken didn't know nor was he going to leave a gifted horse in the mouth. Whatever he was afraid of Sakura didn't really care for.

Right now she was learning magecraft not out of any sort of obligation to her family, or because she was supposed to. Something of a mix of curiosity for herself and a necessity demanded it. Around her hands tendrils of what one would at first mistaken for darkness begin to take shape. Mentally, she started to gave shape to something and tried to see if it could form. Projection was a rather basic form of magecraft after all, and perhaps it could help her better understand her abilities. A ball made from the same material as the tendrils appeared in hers hand. Holding it up she looked into it. As she did the thing started to ripple from the prana being pumped into it. More than needed and it collapsed into itself.

For a brief moment as it did Sakura could feel something. A glimpse not from her eyes but from her ability to perceive the thing around her. A sea was the only way to describe it. Flow and currents that had washed over her. She could feel from it and had even brushed around the whole house and a little bit more even beyond their lawn, though it was more a garbled mess for her given the directions didn't match where everything was. "What was that?"

That feeling had to be because of something she did. What exactly though was a question that Sakura had no idea what to answer. All she knew was that her attempt at using projection with imaginary numbers as the basis ended up collapsing into itself. It was almost like she had opened a hole into somewhere else with her magecraft. Where that was she had no idea but it had to be connected to her magecraft to some capacity. Sakura just had to figure out what it was.

'It happened when that collapsed so,' Holding out her hand she tried to control the collapse of the shadowy substance that formed in her hand. As it started to fall into itself she tried to control it and force open the thing. It took a few tries before finally a stable "tear" formed in front of her. Unlike before her presence sense was dulled as there had to be a barrier placed to allow it to be stabilized but that didn't matter. Reaching her hand through the tear it phased right into something, and when it did she could feel a flow.

It was disjointed as Sakura discovered, likely due to her still being in the room and not in whatever place that was. Pulling her hand out she grabbed at the tears "edges" and knew that she had to open it further. Pulling it open further the tear turned more into a rift about her size. Sakura let out a soft breath and slowly walked into the rift. Into whatever was this place.

It was hard to describe what this was. Everything looked the same, there was no sound within this space, no smells existed besides her own from what she could tell, and there wasn't anything to touch. This was a void, one where Sakura was mostly just floating with the rift right behind her. No, the one sense she had that was active at all was her ability to sense things around her. A sense she just developed from the change in species. Sakura's body was pushed out of the strange space and back through her opening and soon closed behind her.

Not a single muscle was moved as she just laid there on the ground. Her mind was still processing just what that place was. It was tied to Imaginary Numbers, so it had to be something like an Imaginary Number Space, like the kind used for personal storage by some mages. Yet, something about that seemed to not be the same. The flow of everything around her was off, like a waving mass with the world that she had been feeling there and yet not. Unlike when she got a glimpse into it, with everything a mess, she instead could instead feel where everything seemed to be while also not knowing where it all really was.


"I see so the Norse Lightning is now dead and his mysterious rival left soon after killing him?" Kirei hadn't expected to receive a call from Rin but hearing what was though kind of made sense. To be perfectly honest he didn't expect any Dead Apostle to be bold enough to wander into Fuyuki and cause a scene though that was because the place was relatively seen as a backwater. Apparently not as not just one but two candidates for the Twenty-six spot had come by to Fuyuki. "You didn't happen to catch sight of what his rival looked like?"

On the other end Rin was thankful that Kirei had seemed to believe her story. Much of it was omitted, namely about Shirou rescuing her, or the fact that she had almost become a Dead Apostle herself. "All I managed to get was that she was a young women of european descent though I am surprised the Church doesn't already know."

"Unfortunately, the identity and abilities of some Dead Apostles do succeed in hiding from the eyes of the Church," Not many as Dead Apostles of note did tend to make themselves know amongst their kind. After all, it was needed if one wished to rise through the ranks and catch the eye of someone who could make them there Successor or to become a potential candidate for one of the vacant seats.

Rare was it to have a Dead Apostle rise into the position that the Norse Lightning's rival had without them knowing much about who they even are. From what little Kirei or anyone in the Church knew the only thing for certain was that his rival was young, was independent between the fight of the two factions within the Twenty-seven, and had been turned via magecraft. Beyond that nothing else was known as there was no castle or anything for the Church to look for. No Dead existed that could be tied back to them, no rogue mages that seemed to be in contact with them, nor had they haven't shown up to any gathering of Dead Apostles. There was some within both the Church and the Mages Association that had come to the conclusion that there was no rival and that the Norse Lightning had basically just made it all up. Unironically Rin had given the Church more information about who they are by merely saying they were a woman.

It was at least something after decades of them having no real idea who they are dealing with. "I should be back within a few days after which I want to see both you and Luviagelita about the whole thing."

"Fine," Rin hanged up the phone as she let out a sigh. Everything today felt so surreal and her whole world had changed a bit again. Learning the truth that Illya and Shirou had hid from her was one thing but she had willingly answered Kirei the moment he called her.

That had never happened. Usually she answered him after she saw a message or she just talked to him when he came over. Speaking of revelations of what had happened, Rin knew she was going to have to confront Shinji about his hand in her kidnapping and helping Erikson. His grandfather was likely going to be mad with him for breaking the alliance their families had behind his back. Thinking about that caused Rin to pause and realize what that would mean. Her mind remembered the ribbon in the hair of Sakura. For a second she hesitated before she rememberedIllya and Shirou. '... oh screw it.'

Regardless of what they both had been told to accept and had both agreed with, Rin had always known on some level she wasn't going to ever fully agree to it. Sakura always wore the ribbon in her hair and whenever they met there was always this awkwardness about them. Maybe it was nearly being turned into a Dead Apostle, nearly dying, or perhaps it was just everything in the last few days but Rin had enough. Her father made that decision as the Tohsaka head and while she loved and respected him Rin knew that she didn't have to follow through with it anymore. Besides, it wasn't like she hadn't already made a decision that had changed her family already.

Tomorrow she was going to have a conversation with the Matous about Shinji and what he had done. While she was at that, maybe for the first time in a long while she could actually have a conversation with her sister. What was the worst that could happen anyway?


How her planned spell was to go about finding her son owed itself to the nature of his creation. The theory was for her to use a method she had to terminate her familiars, something that shouldn't affect Shirou in any way negatively given his existence as an independent soul, and pull on their connection with all her might. From there she will focus it through the Command Seal and use it as an amplifier. Whatever information about were her son was would then be imparted into her mind. There was probably a side effect of her imparting bits of her own thoughts right now into his own but that was not an issue at all to her. If anything if he had forgotten her this would jumpstart remembering who he was from the recording that she had stored within her Reality Marble.

A faint glow begun from the circle below her. Yuuka closed her eyes as she meditated in place for a moment. Yuuka's eyes opened as she found herself within her Reality Marble. Around her grass, flowers, and various other plants were stringed about. Floating and moving about were white wisps and the like. These things were the various familiars made by her that had returned to her after their destruction or because she willed them to return. Everything she made was born here, was recorded here, and returned here. All except for one individual who was only recorded here. The visualization of that record, of the connection between mother and son, was an eternally blossoming sakura tree that rested at the top of the hill. Its petals flowed all around as several of the familiars gathered around the rather large tree under the star covered sky. All around it several of the wisps that represented her familiars floated around or rested on the tree. Floating in front of the trunk as Yuuka walked up was a rather large wisp floated up to her acknowledging her presence. Unlike the others this did seem to have defined form to it if not actual independence.

"Mistress Yuuka it has been awhile since you have mentally entered your Reality Marble," Yuuka turned over to the wisp,her oldest familiar, one that had developed a mystery of its own. One that could read her desires thanks to the degree of independence she had developed. Floating around the wisp "turned" towards the tree. "Your son seems to have fully developed his own."

Yuuka looked at the tree that represented her record and the connection she had with her son. Its form as an ever blooming sakura tree was a conscious choice. "The connection hasn't been this strong since I first made him," She placed a hand on the trunk. "Hopefully this makes everything easier."

Next to her the wisp of her first familiar floated up. Her desire was well known to the oldest familiar within her given it had been driving her for the last few years. "I am certain it will help you with reuniting with him."

Yuuka turned her head over to her. All around a swarm of the other familiars had gathered. Each one that did had their existences recorded, some are experiments, others are more standard flare that any Magus would recognize. Many have been used more then once for something else. Only a handful had names. Of that number included her first familiar. "Kikyo, when I go to find him I want you with me."

"If you wish."

Yuuka looked at both her hands as stared at the Command Seal. She placed that hand on the tree as her eyes narrowed. For this to work she needed no interference. "Leave now!"

There was no need to say anything. Only force of habit was the reason fir words to leave her mouth. Still, the command was given to her familiars and with that those circling, resting in, or just floating nearby the tree left in a frenzy. Once the last one was far enough away Yuuka could finally begin. Outside in the real world her eyes opened her left hand raised up. Below her the magic circle began to glow. Inside her Reality Marble she mentally gripped on to the link between her and Shirou.

"Return to the Spirit Realm of your Creation."

Those words left her mouth as her Reality Marble reacted and tried to pull on the connection with the targeted familiar with all her might. Under normal circumstances any of them would immediately fall to dust as they are violently ripped back. Shirou, however, was not like any of them. Instead all it did was pull their bound closer. Below her the magic circle glowed violently as it recognized the shift in the prana around it. At the edges of it paper talismans reacted each one written with on it the symbols for a bounded field that was started to act.

"Now," On her left hand the Command Seal slowly glowed a bright red. "Show me where my son is!"

A bright red flash covered the room as the circles light changed from a low pulsing blue into that of the glowing Command Seal's red,. Yuuka could feel her mind slowly pushing itself through a storm. A figure existing before her. A teenage boy whose red hair she knew anywhere. Slowly she tried to push forward despite feeling like she was walking through water while being wieghed down. Their bond slowly feed her images with to context, names which held no meaning, and events that were nearly completely blank. Reaching out with her left hand she almost touched him, almost recieving the context for all that was flashing through her mind, and being able to finally know where he was. Then the back of her hand lit up.

The Command Seal on her hand glowed violently before a pulse of energy came from it and the magic circle pulsee and then seemingly flared out of existence. Pain shot through Yuuka arm from the point of where the Command Seal. She dropped to her knees grabbing her left hand as the burning pain was almost too much. A scream left her mouth as the pain started to fade away. She didn't care for what the effort had done to hurt her. The only thing that mattered to her was what this meant.

Failure. The back of her left hand burned from the backlash as the faded Command Seal was mocking her. Most of it had been used up and Yuuka had no idea where Shirou even was. This was supposed to work! Her connection to him was supposed to be amplified temporarily so she could locate him! Instead all that came of this was a garbled mess that didn't help her at all! "Damn it!"

Yuuka was about to slam her fist into the ground with all her might. Something that would probably have torn a hole in the wood floor when she felt her left hand start to burn. Grabbing it she watched as the faded Command Seal glowed. Slowly it grows the stylized appearance of two halves of a blow on each side of the line. As it ceased the burning glow the original Command Seal no longer looked faded out from being mostly used up. Yuuka looked at the three seals on hand making sure she was seeing what this was. 'Does this mean…'

Her desire, her wish to be reunited with her son, was heard through the one Command Seal. The Fuyuki Grail had been called by her without even realizing it. It answered back to her. There was now a chance to get her son back. All she had to do was win that stupid ritual. The ritual that had separated the both of them. A ritual that she now seemingly had the right to take part in. Something that no Dead Apostle had been allowed too despite Zelretch, the Fourth of the Ancestor ranks, having had a hand in making the ritual. With that in mind there was one person she had to contact about this development.

"I have to contact Altrouge."


The road to the Fifth Holy Grail War begins. Now, I think I should go with a few things that I stated but yeah Shirou can trace Divine Constructs with less degradation now while his non-Divine Constructs are not near perfect but are perfect. Thats the benefit of being a creature of mystery when trying to recreate objects of mystery like Noble Phantasms. Speaking of which yes Avalon is still with the Emiya's. Like, I noticed people have forgotten by the Catalyst for Artoria has been basically in a suitcase at the back of the shared Workshop of Shirou and Illya ever since chapter three.

While the few servant speculation is fun I do think people forgot about the whole Catalyst that is sitting right there. Like I wasn't going to have Artoria not show up. Kind of wouldn't feel like a Fifth Holy Grail War without her.

Anyway, I will cya all next chapter which hopefully wouldn't take this long to make.