Ritsuka and his merry band of Servants end up rayshifting to the 4th singularity, Londinium.

There, they meet new allies and enemies, including mass-produced steam powered automata with blades in their hands.

Other than that?

Definitely one of the best / worst family reunions happens here.

Apologies for the delay ~

Your boy has been quite busy with course work these past couple of days (weeks, you dimwit).

That, and a healthy case of writer's block.

Thank you once more for the reads and support for my fanfiction here ~

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"Crap, where the hell is everyone?!"

I said this as I wandered about the mist-covered streets of Westminster.

London, the home of Her Gluttonous Majesty and the Round Table of Camelot. Truly, it's one of history's significant sites of culture and such. Nice places for sightseeing too, but-

Whatever beauty and glamour 1800's London would've had, was currently obscured in dreary fog that's been here since we arrived.

Blast that smarmy doctor, I'm gonna have his head on a plate when we get back.

It'll go without a hitch, my ass! There were already fluctuations in the singularity since all this mist just messed up our locations.

Initially, I rayshifted here with Mash, J'Alter, Nero, L'Artoria, and Edmond, however the mist seems to have split us all up.

I had been ambushed by various steam robots that kept slashing at me with cleavers, so suffice to say, it clearly wasn't a welcoming reception.

I had already brought out both of my Shirogane pistols and it takes too much mana to be able to kill one wave of these bastards. I'm pretty sure I ended up using up a half of my current mana cartridge stocks just clearing four waves.

Long story short, I'd be dead unless I find my Servants or a safe spot to charge up my cartridges. Charging them out here is too much of a risk, anyways.

Suddenly, a whole new wave of those blade-toting machines appeared out of the mist in front of me.

Just great. Just really fuckin' great.

My dual handguns were ready to fire hot Gandrs in their faces…

… until a very familiar tomboy Saber in armor of steel and crimson greeted me just now.

"USHAAA!" The Saber had yelled out as she dropkicked one of the menacing machines to the ground.

In another swift and violent motion, she sliced another in half as sparks of crimson trailed the blade.

As soon as they were all reduced to scrap heap, the familiar stranger pointed her blade towards me.

"Oi, I haven't seen one of you bastards around here. What sort of business do yo-"

"Wait, Mordred?"

The helmed Saber seemed to stop in her tracks as she realized her name was revealed so easily. She then marched towards me menacingly, with her infamous blade in tow.

"Hey, how the hell do you know my name, magus?" She menacingly said as she put Clarent against my throat.

"I'm Fujimaru Ritsuka, a Master from Chaldea! It just so happens that another you is my Servant." I gulped then continued. "I mean you no harm here, I just came here to fix up this singularity."

She peered at me with a suspicious and guarded gaze.

"Hmph, you seem harmless anyways." She said this as she lowered her blade to her side and dematerialized it.

As soon as Clarent faded away, her signature helmet folded back into its place and revealed to me the very familiar fanged tomboy I've grown familiar with.

"Well, if you really wanna help me out here, I'll just bring you to that four-eyed bastar-"

"Senpai!" "Praetor!"

I turned my head to see Mash and Nero briskly walking towards us from a mist covered alleyway.

"Ah! Mash, Nero! I'm glad you guys are here!"

Mash approached me first and looked me over for any injuries while Nero followed suit in doing so.

"Hey, hey, I'm not that helpless, you two!"

"Umu, but ever since you got those fancy and flashy firearms of yours, you've gotten even more reckless!" Nero scolded me and huffed in annoyance.

Mash nodded along with the emperor.

"Nero is right, Senpai! You can't just go about with your guns blazing, you know?"

Yikes, they're irked for sure.

I apologetically scratched my head. "Fine, fine, I'll take extra care of myself." Afterwards, I looked around us for our other party members. "Say, have you two seen the others? I got split up here on my own, but," I looked towards an impatient Mordred, " I ran into this singularity's Mordred."

Nero and Mash warily looked over to the still impatient knight.

"Don't worry, she agreed to help us out and we're supposed to be heading-"

"Praetor, that's not exactly what worries me…"

Huh?

Nero mouthed out to me while gesturing to her chest: " Curvy Artoria." While she mouthed this out to me, Mash was making spear thrusting gestures in the air to accentuate Nero's point.

Ah well, shit. Fate must be truly cruel today, eh? Allowing one of the worst father and son reunions to happen in this time of crisis.

Can't do much about it now anyways...

"We'll cross the bridge when we get there, Nero. We don't have much of a choice right now. Besides, we're heading out to-"

I looked to Mordred and asked "Where are we going exactly?"

"Well, it's about time you three stopped ignoring me!"

She calmed down a bit and continued. "Anyways, I can see that these are the Servants you brought along with you, so I'll let them tag along with us. To keep it short, I plan to take your little tour group with me and bring you to our base of operations here."

"That's great and all, but we're missing some other Servants in our party as well, Mordred."

The knight raised an eyebrow out of interest. "Is that so? Well, we can head to my base now and plan it out, yeah? You'll have a fatter chance looking around this forsaken place for them here."

Ah well, she has a point.

"Besides, I just want to plop myself all nice and comfy somewhere now. I'm tired as shitfuck, y'know? I've been walking around in circles around this misty ass city. "

She's certainly got her priorities then, eh?

We all nodded our approval and walked with our guide in this blighted mist.

We eventually arrived quite soon at her base.

Save for the mana signatures inside, the house looked just as dreary as the rest of the city here.

"Well, make yourselves at home, guys." Mordred said as she stripped down her armor and wore her usual red clothes and lazily plopped herself on a couch inside the domicile.

Nero saw the cozy living room and followed suit by plopping herself on a couch adjacent to Mordred's. She practically curled herself up on the couch like the imperial feline she was.

Even though we just got here, Nero's already started to engage the bored Mordred in idle chatter about things.

The rest of the house seemed like a traditional looking house from this time period.

It's old fashioned, but it's pretty cozy!

"Ah! So, you must be the newcomers to this dreary city? I apologize for such a rude welcome to this place."

I looked towards the direction of the voice and found a bespectacled blonde. He wore rather formal clothing but it seemed like comfy, everyday wear for him.

He greeted us three with a gentle smile and a wave.

"I'm pleased that you're all able to join our little team here, we've been quite understaffed here to do anything much around here."

"I'm Dr. Jekyll, by the way, pleased to meet you all."

Mash and I widened our eyes in surprise as he introduced himself.

"Ah, Senpai! It's The Dr. Jekyll from Stevenson's own novella. It's a pleasant surprise to see him here."

I nodded my head at Mash's brief and nerdy factoid. "Well, I'm Fujimaru Ritsuka, the sole Master of Chaldea." I gestured towards Mash and continued. "This is my servant and kouhai, Mash."

The lilac Shielder gave a slight bow and introduced herself. "I'm Mash Kyrielight, Shielder-class Servant of Chaldea. Pleased to meet you, Doctor!"

The blonde doctor smiled warmly at us and asked. "Say, who's the girl that kind of looks like Mordred over there?"

We look over to Nero happily chatting away with Mordred.

"Ah, that's Nero Claudius, she's a Saber."

The doctor raised an eyebrow out of curiosity, "Nero? Emperor Nero? I expected the mad emperor to be more, um…"

Nero had suddenly stood up on the coffee table and was pretending to flamboyantly address a legion of her followers. Safe to say, Mordred was amused at how much the emperor could keep up such a display for so long.

"Yeah, don't sweat it, doc. People usually get surprised when I reveal Nero's identity." I chuckled, but then I asked about a more pressing matter. "Although, you wouldn't happen to have seen or heard about any other new Servants arriving here, Doc? There are currently three missing Servants from my party."

"Ah! So that must be why Fran must've headed out earlier. She mentioned that she found new Servant mana signatures and seeked them out, so that might be them. Well, hopefully."

In the background of our conversation, we heard the whistle of a tea kettle.

"Ah! My tea is done boiling! Join me for some tea and biscuits, why don't you?"

Mash and I accepted his invitation and joined him.

We passed the time telling the blonde doctor about our travels and ventures throughout the singularities. The kindly man would react in amazement and interest over our travels in between his sips of brewed tea and bites of lightly sweetened biscuits. Soon enough, Mordred and Nero joined us for biscuits and storytelling.

It was a nice and lively way of passing the past couple of hours actually ~

Hopefully this could last for much long-

SLAM!

Looks like I spoke too soon, then.

Startled, Mash and I stood up from our seats and we walked over to the entrance of the house.

"Ah, Master! It's good to see you're alright."

"Oh! Edmond!"

True enough, the rest of my party arrived here just now.

At the open door, there stood Dantes, L'Artoria, and J'Alter, who were led by a pink-haired girl who wore a white dress and oddly enough, had a metallic headpiece.

The pinkette looked at me and Mash curiously and cocked her head to the left, as if further intrigued by the new arrivals.

"Uuu?" she groaned out.

Hm? Looks like she can only talk like this.

"Ah, Fran! You came back with Master Fujimaru's Servants. Well done!"

"Fran" practically beamed at the praise given to her by the doctor.

"Uu! Uu!" Fran happily cheered out.

Afterwards, Jekyll looked to us and introduced us to the pinkette. "Ah, apologies! This lovely lady right here is Frankenstein, or well, Fran. She's a Berserker class Servant." He then gestured towards us, "This is Master Fujimaru and Mash from Chaldea, Fran."

Fran gave us a friendly nod then pointed to herself.

"F..f..ran..!"

"Senpai and I are pleased to meet you as well, Fran!" Mash said as she politely bowed towards the pink Berserker.

The rest of my Servants made their way in, and upon closer look, the three of them all showed signs of fatigue and injury.

"Good to see you're well, Master." The more mature Artoria smiled at me gently, as she walked in first.

"I'm pleased as well to see that you're alive and well, Master." Edmond calmly said as he dusted his coat and hung it on a nearby coat rack.

Finally, J'Alter walked into the house and leaned on one of the couches in the living room.

"Heh, at least you're alive and kicking, Master, fufufu ~" She said as she relaxed more on the plush seat.

I gave my three Servants a smile.

"It's really nice to see you all made it here! I was really worried when the mist split us all up, y'know?"

L'Artoria walked to me and patted my shoulder reassuringly. "Well, we're here now, Master, so you don't have to worry much." A warm visage was upon her face, and that made me more at ease.

She continued, "Master, what's our plan of acti-"

The Lancer king would've continued but she was cut off by a certain blonde knight.

"Oi! Fran, you're back already?!"

Said blonde knight walked out of the dining room with Nero (who appears to have been binging on the biscuits, given the amount of crumbs on her dainty mouth).

"How'd the search g-!"

Mordred locked her surprised eyes with L'Artoria as soon as she saw her.

Safe to say, even L'Artoria was shocked to see Mordred under the same roof as us.

Fuck. I was so distracted that I forgot about how Mordred would react to L'Artoria being here with us.

"Fath..er?" Mordred practically pushed that one word out of her mouth and suddenly, the bright and cheery air became quite heavy.

Everyone in the room had tensed up at the father and son reunion.

L'Artoria cleared her throat and spoke up in a rather cold tone. "Mordred."

She quickly turned her attention back to me.

"Master, I'll stay upstairs now for the time being. I have been quite worn out with the automata we fought earlier." As she said this, she briskly made her way up the second floor of the house.

Mordred looked at me with a melancholic look in her eye.

"Oi, Master Fujimaru? Could we step outside for a bit? I have some questions to ask you."

I looked at Mordred, then the stairs that L'Artoria walked up.

Nero saw my concerned gaze and gave my hand a gentle squeeze.

"Umu, go ahead. Fret not, Praetor, I will check on her royal majesty." The short, buxom blonde gave me a reassuring smile.

Mash joined in the conversation as well.

"Senpai, she'll be alright. We'll take care of her, okay?"

I gave a small smile of relief.

"Gotcha then. I'll be counting on you two to take care of her then, Nero, Mashu."

They nodded and then promptly went upstairs.

J'Alter stood up from her seat and walked towards the door.

"Hn, just go you two. I'll be staying outside as well to keep a watch out for any of those persistent bastards."

Someone's starting to worry about Mordred and yours truly, eh? Well, she does present a fair reason to be standing outside either way, even if she's risking herself.

Jekyll seemed to rub his chin in thought on how we would proceed now. Luckily enough, Dantes picked up on the blonde's thoughts.

"Doctor Jekyll, is it? You can call me Dantes." Edmond said this as he cracked his knuckles and stretched out his hands. "Why don't we discuss our plan and findings while the rest of us talk it over? It might provide a more productive way to pass the time, no?"

"Ah, Dantes! That's a splendid idea. We can talk about this over some tea to help refresh you from your journey."

"Besides the plans and whatnot, there is a rather peculiar mystery afoot here. You might know something about it, considering you've been here much longer than us from Chaldea."

Jekyll had a suspicion of what it might've been, and nodded in approval at the Avenger's request.

Fran seemed a bit confused on where she'd go next, but she eventually decided to stay with Edmond and Jekyll.

Soon enough, Mordred and I walked to the nearby Hyde Park while J'Alter stood nearby us to keep watch. We decided to sit on a sturdy yet comfy bench in relative silence.

"So…"

My ears perked up as soon as the knight opened her mouth.

"I'm not sure how much of a bitch life wants to be to me right now, but you came in this singularity with my …" She sighed heavily, "...Father. You came in here with her not to torment me, right?"

This was too familiar to me.

This singularity's Mordred had that same heavy face when Chaldea Mordred first saw Artoria and L'Artoria. She wasn't able to focus the whole week that time, since she had to get used to seeing her father around.

It's always been one of my regrets as a Master, to not be able to properly reconcile the estranged father and son. They may be my Servants, but I care too much about them to just leave them be as just my pawns or whatever.

Still, since we're here and we pretty much have to work together now…

"Mordred, I assure you, your father came here with us without knowing you were here at all." I took a heavy sigh as well, "After all, this is Londinium. The king couldn't bear to just leave her homeland to ruins like this, even if it's vastly different from the one she's familiar with."

The blonde knight smiled melancholically. "Naturally. It's the king's duty and burden to watch over the people, no?"

Shuffling a bit to a more comfortable sitting position, she continued, "I can see from my father that she hasn't been able to fix things yet with the other me, huh?"

I nodded hesitantly as a response.

"I expected as much. Look, I just wanted to get some air out to breathe and ask about her and myself."

Mordred looked at me with a shaky smile.

"I'll cooperate, okay? Don't worry. I can settle my score with Father another time, y'know?"

J'Alter had also been listening in to our conversation as she kept watch.

"Knight, you may say that, but deep down you can't help it either, non?"

Said knight gave J'Alter a wary look, "What would you know about it, grumpy?"

The pot's calling the kettle black for sure.

"I understand those desires of yours to quell that vengeful fire in your heart, Pendragon."

The Avenger replied coolly and walked nearer to Mordred and I, her eyes still on the lookout within our mist laden surroundings.

"I know exactly what it's like to give in to that, for your information."

Suddenly, J'Alter narrowed her eyes in the direction of a nearby alleyway.

"Master, we've got ourselves some trespassers, so get your guns out now."

Soon enough, we heard the dreary moans of steampunk machines.

SHIIIIIIING!

The blade wielding automata dragged their weapons on the ground menacingly. As if ready to behead anyone at a moment's notice.

Mordred stood up from the bench and materialized her armor and Clarent.

"Good fucking grief! Just when I was in a shitty mood out here, you fucktards show up again?"

A violent beam of crimson light covered her blade as she channeled her rage-induced mana.

We're in for a fight then!

Judging that my pistols weren't going to be enough firepower to wipe out some of them, I brought out my other weapon.

"Manifest, Onigashima !"

In my hands, a mana-enhanced lever action rifle materialized. This gun just so happened to be one of the many guns I commissioned Da Vinci to craft for me. This one, I had the money hungry Caster model it after a Winchester Model 94 with a wooden ebony stock and silver filigree. Unlike the Shirogane pistols, this rifle right here easily concentrates the mana into shots worth ten Gandrs each.

BAM, BAM, BAM!

I quickly unloaded three shots at one of the machines without a moment's pause.

I look at J'Alter and Mordred to give them my commands.

"J'Alter! Skewer these bastards!"

"Hn, you don't have to tell me twice!" The fallen saintess raised her blade and spears of midnight erupted from the ground to pierce through the myriad of machines around us.

"Mordred! Wipe 'em out!"

"Heh! You got it, Master!" The rogue knight unleashed a wave of scarlet light as she sliced the skewered automata horde in half.

More and more of these robots keep on coming! Is there an end to these bastards?! I thought about this while unloading more of my mana rifle shots.

While J'Alter swung and stabbed at our foes with her baleful lance, Mordred would slash and pummel at them with savage vigor.

They got many to the point that I even had to bash their metallic faces in with the butt of my rifle and fire at them in point-blank range.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the machines about to hack Mordred's back.

"Mordred, look out!"

She turned to block the massive cleaver of the automata -

"Hmph. I suppose it is a king's duty to watch over her people, no?"

- A beam of light pierced the automata before the blade even met Mordred's skin, shutting it down for good.

We turned to look at L'Artoria upon her Dun Stallion.

In her hand was none other the Rhongomyniad, the Light at the World's End.

"Be on guard, Sir Mordred." She coolly said.

"F-father?!" Mordred would've continued with several questions, but with the amount of automata about, now wasn't the right time.

"Questions later, Knight of Camelot! First, we save Britannia!"

Mordred was doubly surprised at how she was finally being addressed by her father, as she hacked and slashed away at metallic menaces.

Meanwhile, I was getting pushed to a corner since I'm more of ranged support than an actual unit on the field. The steampunk machines edged closer and closer as they repeatedly slashed at me with the slabs they think are blades.

Haaaa, someone get the aggro, please! I am but a long range support, so fuck off kindly!

My rifle jammed a bit, as one of them was about to behead me viciously.

Ah, I really should've multi-classed here.

I was about ready to pray my last rites, but a black spearhead pierced the eye of the robot.

As good as dead, it is.

"How useless can you get, Master? I thought you'd be showing me that you were a brave, brave Master, non?"

J'Alter berated me as she withdrew her spear and swiped back to crush the remaining machine horde on our end.

"Hn! I know you love me for sure, J'Alter ~" I cheekily replied in kind to her scathing concern.

She clicked her teeth in slight annoyance and embarrassment.

"Don't push your luck, you spiky haired bastard!"

I sighed in relief as I finally got some breathing room to briskly charge up Onigashima with my mana.

"I'm pushing my luck now! J'Alter, get down!" I said this as I aimed my sights down on them.

Just in the nick of time, the maiden ducked down on the ground as I pulled the trigger.

"Onigashima Art: Flashing Blight!"

My rifle fired off a piercing blast of white light that cleanly penetrated an automata.

"What the hell?! Just that? That was just a shitty Gan-!" J'Alter's critique stopped dead as my ricocheting shot whizzed past her head, and killed off five other automata.

I blew the smoke off Onigashima's barrel.

"Couldn't hear what you were saying, oh my sweet, angry maiden ~" I said this as I pretended to clean my ear out. "You'll have to speak up clearly, y'know?"

"Tch! You win this one, you bastard."

I extended my hand towards her to help her up. "Come on, I'll help you up. We gotta keep an eye out for more of these bastards."

She was about to take my hand, but she gently pushed it away.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, you don't gotta do that for me, bastard."

She stood up and dusted herself.

It was a nice try, I guess?

Upon closer look, I noticed that her cheeks were tinged with a subtle cherry to them.

I hope she's okay.

Together, we looked around for more of the machines. Luckily enough, we found none of them in our vicinity.

Finished with our quick survey of the area, we briskly walked over to where Mordred and L'Artoria were earlier.

Thankfully enough, they were able to wipe out the enemies on their end.

"L'Artoria! Mordred! Glad to see you two are okay!"

The king and her knight looked towards our approaching forms.

"Ah, Master! Thank goodness you're alright." L'Artoria said this as she dismounted her steed.

Mordred briefly gave her father a wary look, but soon enough she also walked over to me by her father's side.

"Heh! I didn't expect you to be toting firearms like this! Not a whole lot of mages would consider lead spitters with mana steroids as a choice."

I smirked at Mordred's praise, "Well, I guess I ain't like most mages, or Masters for that matter!"

The Lancer king cleared her throat and turned to Mordred.

"Sir Mordred Pendragon."

On instinct, Mordred kneeled in front of her king.

L'Artoria looked a bit uneasy.

"Sir Mordred, there is no need for such formalities." She took her hand out towards the spiky blonde knight, "Please rise and face me."

Mordred stood up and looked at her king's hand.

"What is the meaning of this?"

L'Artoria took a deep breath and replied, "Given our circumstances right now, it would be unwise of me to completely push you away and cause further conflicts between us in this scenario. Besides, we have a common goal of fixing this singularity, do we not?"

"Mordred, I will be pushing aside our bloody history for now and cooperate with you."

L'Artoria offered her hand once more, "I humbly ask you to a ceasefire for now as we join forces."

The knight in question hesitated a bit, but soon enough, she firmly grasped her king's hand.

"So be it then, my liege. As a knight of Britannia, I will protect this land with thee!"

Mordred flashed a fanged smirk, "I will save our fated battle for another day then."

L'Artoria chuckled at her knight's rough nature. "So it shall be then, Sir Mordred."

As if interrupting this moment, we felt a powerful mana signature of a Servant heading towards us. We turned to see a mysterious long haired man in white robes, who came out of the mist.

Walking towards us in a quietly threatening gait, he approached us with a short blade in hand and a book on the other.

"Hm, so you've stood your ground against our horde? How humanity and its remnants must be so steadfast."

My Servants and I quickly pointed our respective weapons against this suspicious magus.

"Who the hell are you? Answer quickly before I shoot that blade out of your hands!" I said this as I kept the magus locked in on my iron sights.

"Hmph, Master of Humanity, that should be of little concern to you, I believe." He closed his book and put it by his waist, "All that you should know is that I serve the Grand Caster himself, magus."

I cocked my rifle immediately as I heard him reference Solomon. "You've walked yourself into a corner, you bastard. So, you better start talking or my rifle here goes 'bang, bang'."

The man chuckled at my threat, "Heh, right place, wrong time, magus. If you truly wish to face me off, then we'll just have to race to good old Scotland Yard's place." He smirked a bit, "Although, I do believe you should be checking on your allies. They might have gotten themselves into a little scuffle with my accomplice."

I widened my eyes at that reveal.

Shit! It didn't occur to me to check on the base since we were in the middle of fighting these bastards.

Mordred stepped forward and growled out,"You bastard! You aren't getting away with this."

The mysterious man gave us a parting smile as he stepped back and faded into the mist.

His mana signature was suddenly gone as soon as he left.

I holstered my rifle and ran towards the house we were in hours ago, my team of Servants in tow.

We arrived at the house and saw that the front of the house was damaged with several slashes about.

I looked around to see Mash and Dr. Jekyll patching up Nero, Edmond, and Fran with healing spells and tonics by the entrance of our abode.

"Mash!"

The lilac Shielder looked over at me with clear concern and surprise in her eyes.

"Ah, Senpai! I'm so relieved to see that you're okay!"

"Master." "Praetor ~"

Nero and Edmond lazily waved at me from their spots on the entryway's staircase.

Fran was quietly sitting on a bench as the blonde doctor tended to her. Said Berserker nodded her head at us from her seat.

"You guys mind giving us a sit-rep on your end? Artoria ran off on her Dun Stallion as soon as she sensed that you were in danger." Edmond asked us as he lit up a cigarette.

Along with my team of Servants, we quickly briefed them about our encounter with the machines and the mysterious Servant.

"What about you lot? It sure looks like all of you got an ass whooping." Mordred asked the injured Servants.

The Servants in front of us gave us various confused expressions.

"Senpai, we'd certainly like to give you a report from our end, but…"

"Umu, we would, but our memories are quite fuzzy from the battle." Nero rubbed her chin in thought as she tried to recall, "All of us only remember fighting those Helter Skelter mechas, but we fought with a Servant for sure. None of us seem to remember what this Servant looked like nor even what sort of magic they were using against us."

"That's strange for sure, they could certainly have a Caster with a memory wiping spell for all I kn-" I stopped my train of thought as I remembered this mysterious Servant's modus operandi from somewhere.

Wait.

I looked over at my surroundings and my Servants.

Small slashes on them everywhere, the weapon couldn't have been too big. The blades were definitely used by a certainly agile sort of Servant. There were also sharp dents in the wood and cobblestone of the house and street, as if sharp projectiles were lodged in them.

Memory issues regarding the Servant themselves and their way of attack? Oh ho, there's only one possible Servant with that kind of strategy. Doesn't help much either that it's London that this one is terrorizing with the Grand Caster's Servants and pawns.

Gotcha in my sights, kiddo.

"Jack."

All Servants present looked towards me as I spoke up.

"This is all Jack the Ripper's doing, isn't it?"

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Blooper: Sweater Weather

"Hmm, I do suppose it's time I check on Master's room, since he's out in that new singularity."

A tall white haired man walked the halls of Chaldea as he went about his routine as the self-proclaimed caretaker of his Master.

Said man decided not to brush his hair back nor wear his usually stylish red long coat.

Of course, this man was none other than Emiya.

Soon enough, he arrived at his Master's room, which had a healthy amount of souvenirs from his adventures laid about.

His cleaning was quite brief as per usual, since his Master had enough sense to keep his room tidy and organized on his own.

Although, the only thing that wasn't exactly tidy about him were the 'ascension materials' under his mattress.

Emiya lightly laughed at how young his Master still was.

"Well, he is just a young man, after all. He may be carrying the weight of humanity on his shoulders, but at least he's still human."

After cleaning up and folding his Master's bed, he went over to his desk to clean it up as well.

Safe to say, his desk was one of the more decorated parts of the room, given the variety of sketches, notes, and trinkets upon it.

"Ah, so that's where he gets the idea for his firearms." Emiya looked over to see a book of various firearms and a couple of rough yet intricate schematics for gear. He looked to the right of the desk and found sketches of him, and a bunch of other Servants in various angles and poses.

Although, he did notice a very odd pair of sketches underneath the book as he was wiping the desk.

He looked over the highly detailed drawings of the Maid of Orleans and the Dragon Witch.

"His eye for detail is... certainly something." Emiya studied the drawing and how soft yet accurate the details were for both Servants.

The sketched Jeanne seemed to pretty much capture the warm and gentle gaze of the saintess. The image he captured in charcoal and paper was so vivid and lifelike, as if she was actually there in person. Aside from the elaborate art of Jeanne, there were hearts drawn around her; The hearts placed in a way that made sure the blonde's face was seen to all without anything blocking her visage.

Jeanne Alter on the other hand, was drawn just as elaborately. In lieu of capturing a softer side, Ritsuka had made sure to keep her in character. J'Alter was portrayed with a fanged smile on her face; As if she was teasing those that looked upon her gaze. Similarly, the fallen saintess had hearts drawn around her in a similar fashion to her vanilla counterpart.

"I do recall him showing me his sketches whenever I passed by him in the library every now and then. He's drawn Mash, Nero, me, and the rest of us, but he didn't draw us to this precise detail nor did he include designs like this."

Ah, young love.

"Master, you hide things like this way too badly, y'know?"

Far away in Londinium, Ritsuka felt a very, very cold shiver go upon his back as he settled in the house with his weary Servants.

"I sense a disturbance in the force. Why do I feel like my privacy is being invaded?"

'By the Maker Above, I hope that nobody finds those fanboy sketches of mine.'

He looked over to his side and found J'Alter, who was looking at him strangely.

"Have you gone batshit already? We just got here, Master. Surely, you don't have the colds or anything?"

Embarrassed, he averted his eyes away from the Servant beside him.

"Y-yeah! I'm fine, don't worry about it!"

The fallen saintess gave him a wary look, but she just gave up and shrugged it off as she drank her tea.

"Well, I better just put it back here then." The Archer said this as he put back the drawings in their badly hidden spot on the desk.

Afterwards, Emiya picked up his Master's laundry basket and closed up the room before he headed to the laundry room of Chaldea.

"Ah, Emiya ~ ! What a pleasant surprise to see you here."

Emiya looked to see the curvy, Berserker general (and self-proclaimed mother of Master Ritsuka), Minamoto no Raikou.

"Ah, good day to you, Raikou. I trust that you have been having a pleasant day so far?"

Emiya said this as he set down his Master's hamper and began to separate them by color.

"Yes, yes, it's truly been a fine day." Raikou's smile dropped a bit into a slight pout, "Although, I dearly miss my child. I haven't spoiled him in a while, after all! He even went to that new singularity without me, ugh."

The swordswoman also started to unload her laundry and segregate them. "Don't you worry about him whenever he goes into these new singularities? They seem to be getting more and more dangerous as he goes…"

The Archer gently pat Raikou on the shoulder. "Don't be too worried about our Master, Raikou. He may be reckless, but he can handle himself and he's got a good enough team with him in Londinium."

Raikou smiled as she felt comforted by Emiya's reassurance.

"Thank you for watching over him as always, Emiya." She rubbed her chin in thought, "Say, how are you and the King of Knights? I heard you two have been going quite steady, despite all that goes on here ~"

The usually composed Archer got caught off guard at his fellow Servant's inquiry. "I, uh…" Emiya took a quick breath, "Artoria and I are fine, honestly. I just make sure that we're at a steady enough pace with each other. Her stoic self just ends up being too flustered at the times I actually treat her like a lady and not the King of Knights."

Emiya would've continued sharing, but realized something was wrong with the laundry.

"Huh? That sweater of his isn't here?" The Archer rummaged through his Master's laundry but he couldn't find the teen's favorite striped sweater. According to his Master's own words, the sweater was a birthday gift from his late mother and father. He cherished it as he flew all the way from Japan and travelled to the remote mountains of Chaldea.

Raikou looked at the growingly frantic Archer as he kept on looking through the pile of clothes that belonged to her dear child.

"Emiya, is there something amiss?"

He sighed deeply, "I just can't seem to find Master's favorite sweater in this pile. I know I just saw him wear that earlier this week, and Nero ended up accidentally spilling her apple juice on it, so I know that should be here."

"Say, you don't think someone got his sweater, do you?"

"... " Emiya's mind went blank at the possibility that someone stole the sweater without realizing the sentimental value of it to their Master.

The Archer briskly put the clothes in the wash, as he got up to hunt down the sweater thief.

"How dare they! I'll make sure that Master gets that sweater in one piece and then I'll hang 'em to dry."

"Try not to cause too much of a ruckus, Emiya ~ ! Although…" The Berserker smiled sadistically, "...if the thief just happens to be that stalker dragon girl or that dreadful pint-sized oni, you come tell me as soon as possible, okay ~ ?"

'You clearly just want to find an excuse to bash their hands, Raikou'

The Archer Servant briskly walked out of the laundry room and parted ways with Raikou.

Soon enough, Emiya was pacing the wide hallways of the base as he racked his mind on who the culprit might have been.

"Ah, Emiya, greetings!"

Said Archer turned to see the gentle saintess with a pleasant smile upon her face.

Emiya decided to calm down and talk to the fair maiden, "Ah, Jeanne, greetings to you as well. How do you fa-"

Emiya paused as he looked at what Jeanne was wearing and found that she was wearing a very familiar sweater.

It was Master Ritsuka's sweater?!

There's no mistake about it. The black and white stripe pattern with a Shiba design on the back of it. The fluffy yet lightweight fabric.

This is definitely his prized sweater.

Somehow, the sweater was a bit too long on the maiden's sleeves, but the rest of the sweater gave her body a nice contour (This was a given, thanks to the saintess' rather shapely self).

"Oh? What's the matter, Emiya? Are you not feeling well?"

Emiya snapped back to reality at that and saw the concerned visage of Jeanne.

"Ah, I was actually looking for that sweater of his, since I was doing his laundry for today, Jeanne."

Jeanne looked a bit flustered and guilty as she worried the Servant in front of her.

"U-um, I apologize that you had to go and stress yourself out so much, Emiya." She slightly bowed, "My deepest apologies for the troubles!"

Relieved that someone sensible actually had the sweater, Emiya felt a weight off his chest.

"Don't worry, I was just afraid that the sweater was missing, Jeanne. Well that, or some less savory and sane characters getting their hands on it."

"Hm, now that you mention it, I did notice Kiyohime following me every now and then this past week…"

Both sighed at the dragon girl's antics.

"Out of curiosity, how did you manage to get his sweater?" Emiya inquired as he sat down with Jeanne on a nearby bench.

"Well, I was with the Master at the time when Nero tumbled over and spilled her drink, since she was trying to pirouette around while she balanced the cup on her head."

That certainly sounded something Nero would do.

"Of course, Nero quickly apologized afterwards, and I offered to clean his sweater since he seemed close to tears about his favorite sweater being stained." Jeanne was clutching the ends of the sweater and her face was a tad bit flushed, "W-well, Master couldn't help but be overjoyed when I handed him his sweater and he embraced me quite closely, as if he wouldn't let go…" At this point, the once fair complexion of Jeanne was now cherry red. "Before he could fully wear it, a cold breeze flew in and I ended up shivering, so he ended up giving me the sweater to wear."

Jeanne cleared her throat and continued, "Well…, Master was really thankful, as he embraced me once more and thanked me plenty."

At the end of it, the fair maiden was as red as Emiya's usual coat.

'Master, you've certainly picked one of them well for sure. She's too much of an innocent sweetheart, that what you're doing is quite new for her. I really hope you treat her and Alter right…'

Emiya thought to himself and gently patted the saintess on her head as he stood up from the bench.

"Well, if that's the case, take care of his sweater then, Jeanne." The Archer smiled at the saintess, "My work here is done, so I'll be going back to my duties for today."

As he walked away a few steps, he called out to Jeanne.

"Hey, Jeanne?"

The maiden's ears perked up and she looked at Emiya.

"What is it, Emiya?"

The Archer gave a thumbs up and a teasing grin, "I wish you luck with your advances towards our- No, your beloved Master, hm?"

"E-Emiya!" The poor girl became even more of a flustered yet smiling mess.

With that, Emiya withdraws coolly.

Later in the day, Emiya was able to finish up his tasks for today.

Well, all but one of them, at least.

The Archer went to the viewing deck on one of the upper floors and looked for a lovely spot that perfectly overlooked the vivid sunset over the frigid pale of Chaldea's mountains. As he sat down in front of the coffee table and unpacked a plethora of dishes and utensils upon it.

Currently, the man was waiting for someone to watch this sunset with him.

"Did you have a pleasant day today, Shirou?"

Emiya turned behind him and saw the beaming face of the one that caught his eye and affections.

Somehow, the sunset's light seemed to shine and accentuate her sun-kissed hair and eyes of soft emerald. Her soft and fair complexion only seemed to look even more flawless as she basked in the warm glow of soft sunlight.

As bright as sunlight would have been, Artoria's gentle smile seemed to be the brightest thing in the whole world to the white haired Archer. Saber's usual armored dress and cape were absent, and instead she wore a simple yet elegant casual dress on her person.

"It's a perfect day now, since you're here, Artoria."

The blushing Saber laughed softly at her love's earnest compliment.

"You don't have to compliment me so much, Shirou…" She smiled in her rosy cheeked glory as she sat down next to him and put her head on his shoulder, "You have no idea how much of a joy it is to spend time with you like this."

Emiya briefly moved away from Artoria, which earned a sad pout upon her face.

The Archer cupped his kingly Saber's cheek and gently caressed it.

"You truly brim with such fairness, my king." Emiya quickly closed the gap between them as he affectionately kissed her on her soft lips. The two lovers softly kissed in their flowery world, as they forgot about their surroundings.

The flustered king's growling stomach, however, served as a pull back to reality for the two.

"A-ah! Sorry!" Artoria was visibly embarrassed, "I ruined the moment there, huh?" The King of Knights herself desperately tried to hide her clear shame as she hid herself by clinging to Emiya's shoulder.

"Well, we can fix that easily, can't we?" Emiya said this as he used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of karaage to feed to his hungry girlfriend.

As soon as the blonde king took a whiff of the savory piece, she took a bite. For her, it was just the other facet of heaven whenever she was with her Archer. She couldn't help but smile like a sweet child.

She soon went back to leaning on Emiya and cutely demanded that he feed her.

"You truly are a spoiled one, eh?" Emiya teased as he gently patted his lady's head. Artoria looked at him with a half-serious look.

"Mean."

The two lovers burst out in soft laughter at their antics.

This lovely little snippet was just one of the things that made Chaldea so vivid on the inside.

Such is daily life in Chaldea, no?

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Yeah, I ship it.

'nuff said.