Warning: This fanfic dealt with probably controversial themes and you may find it not suitable for you. If you still decide to read, then stay strong and brace yourself for what you are about to read. This story here happens in Arc 2 and thus may contain some spoilers.
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Epilogue:
Redemption
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Darkness surrounded him once more, Arnold this time sighed in resignation as turns out... he actually become a legitimate Heroic Spirit thanks to the act he did. Saving the universe from total collapse despite little to no one will ever know that act he did. Since then, he has been summoned and called to arms by many Masters in his endless journey through different worlds and timelines that have only a few noticeable differences. But even then, he still remembers the promise of certain someone. That promise in extension has also applied to him.
"Summon me my ass... Guess that the hero of humanity really can't fulfill every single promise, huh?..." Arnold said as he stood in the void while musing to himself.
The many times of summoning were so countless that he lost count long ago. There were some noticeable and outstanding times that he could remember, such as the time when Alfin too is summoned along with him in a certain Holy Grail War. Sometimes, even a few certain Wars have gone so out of hand that the path to the Root was breached open and so too the latent power of their abilities.
But that promise about being brought to Chaldea still lingers, and he also can't forget about Alice either... So far, he hasn't seen her as far as he could remember.
He sighed once more, no one has found out that he isn't exactly Hitler but rather a fragment of him manifested as a complete Spirit Origin. He also wonders where is Alfin and Adolf went or summoned to since the effect of Spirit Division was permanent because he still somehow exists as an individual.
Then a light shone upon him from behind. A path is open and it seems somebody is calling to him. Arnold knows that he is most likely going to be called into another Grail War and it will all be just a rinse and repeat. With some level of understanding and experience under his belt, it won't be too difficult for him, maybe...
Arnold manifested a gas mask and prepare to continue the facade he built for himself. One that he made as a Servant since his notoriety will certainly serve as an advantage.
"Here we go again..." Arnold said as he runs toward the light.
As the light becomes brighter the closer he is to it, he still runs forward in conviction. When the light completely engulfed him, he doesn't even know when it occurred. Just that he is about to enter another story entirely.
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"Class, Archer. True Name, Adolf Hitler. I have accepted your call to arms. Tell me what is it that you desire?" Arnold said that same phrase that he made after entering so many Grail Wars for so long.
And then he realized that something isn't right. The atmosphere... it felt like he is being observed by so many people that even when his vision is slowly adjusting, his body instinctively felt it. As his sight was slowly being regained, he made out the blurry figures of those around him. When he finally sees clearly, he saw Alfin standing there in front of him appalled as if she couldn't believe that he made it here.
Many eyes gaze upon him and he is speechless by what he saw. Alfin barely holding in her tears as her expression contorts into indescribable feelings of happiness and sadness at the same time. Without any further reservation, she immediately jumped at him and hugged him so tightly as if she fears that he might suddenly disappear without a moment's notice.
In Arnold's mind, a flood of overwhelming information rushed through. Unable to decipher what is going on while being embraced by someone so tightly, all of these sorts of just crashed through his mind and he suddenly did not know what to do next. Followed up with it is thunderous cheerings by all of those who saw it. Some cheer happily, some cry in sheer happiness alone. But the consensus is the same, they are all glad to have him on board. Although not that many, just a few out of probably hundreds.
So many Servants that he has never seen before. Some are knights, mages, inventors, and heroes of all kinds, and yet someone like him is being congratulated the same regardless of his name or infamy is. And he looked further beyond and saw a certain Master there with a smile on his face although he seems to be worse for wear than normal. It felt like he hasn't had a proper rest for so long that he is practically running on fume.
"Master of Chaldea... You..." Arnold wanted to say something but he is just so... dumbfounded that he just stutters with words in his mind.
"Don't worry... I have fulfilled that promise of yours... Remember this?" Gudao said tiredly as he tossed something over to Arnold.
Arnold caught it without fail and realized the sense of long-lost familiarity with it. The Star of Grand Cross, even when facing such uncertainty and dealing with such a fickling thing called luck and fate. Gudao has managed to defy the expected outcome through this medal as a catalyst to summon them. Arnold can't help but crack a smile when he sees the medal again, the ultimate award of valor that he hard-earned after proving to himself.
Both Arnold and Alfin stood up, so much that they have gone through that they honestly can't imagine themselves being here in this place. Chaldea is the place where heroes meet and fight by each other side. For their whole existence before then, they never once imagine themselves finding a place that belong here.
Suddenly, a flash of memory appeared in Arnold's mind. He remembered the wish of a certain someone. Someone who has so profoundly affected him that despite being summoned repeatedly during a long period of time to him, he still remember clearly as if it was just yesterday.
"Alice! Is she here?" Arnold said in a panic as he quickly looked around the place for anyone who resembles her.
Gudao who stood there lets out a smirk. He knew that Arnold would say that or something similar. The best surprise is best left near the end after all.
Arnold steps to the side in which revealing a little girl with long and gleaning blond hair. Still wearing that gothic dress of her just like the day he found her. Not a single word is spoken and yet... all three of them just looked at each other and instantly understood one another without even speaking at all. And then, Arnold runs toward her and then held her tightly much like how Alfin did with him. This time, Arnold for once let his emotions pour out as he cried uncontrollably in happiness.
"Alice! You... You made it here!" Arnold remembers that wish to be a hero of her and now she stood here as one of the vanguard of humanity herself.
Alice smiled back at Arnold, this time without any reservation or restraint. Her emotions won't be exaggerated anymore. At least not to a fatal degree much like back then. Alfin too also joined the fray as she also cried in happiness that Alice's dream has finally come true.
"Hold on, where's that one certain part of me? Is he here or not?" Arnold asked Gudao as he felt that there is certainly someone who should also be here.
"That... I'm afraid the only thing we got out of it was just this note... It's best if you are the one to read it." Gudao said in shame as he hands the note that he held for quite a while.
Arnold took the note and read whatever it has to say.
Dear Arnold.
If you read this note, it is clear that you have made it to Chaldea. However, I can't answer the summoning for a very personal reason of mine.
You see, what I have done is inexcusable regardless of what you try to say. One man's crime being worse doesn't mean that it makes the one I have being less. Some Servants may find my existence abhorrent to the point that it would sow more discord than how I ever try to unite people together. The only reason I have made it this
far is by using the circumstances of the situation for my own gain. Now, the same can't be said of a diverse group of many different ways of life and philosophy.
Sure, there are many Servants whose history may clash with one another but they all have someone to fall back on and thus remain harmonious in some way or others, but I am but a lone person, and just like you know... they will come for me and there's no one to speak for me. It is better this way for me to not join Chaldea. All three of you established your own identity but mine is forever solidified upon that madman.
Don't waste your breath trying to convince me, just live the best you could and for those around you. Because after all, there's hope for all of you and the hope of change for betterment just like everyone else.
Signed... Adolf.
Arnold stares at the note in disbelief, to voluntarily decline your own summon proves that he knew the weight of his sin. To think that oneself is beyond all redemption is just... unfathomable but nonetheless understandable. There's no possible way to absolve those heinous acts at this point but to bear them with determination in mind.
"That man... I fucking did worse than what he did combined... Billions of lives were purged out of existence when I pruned those Lostbelts away. Some I felt unbearable guilt and certain one just now is just exhilarating to see it finally crumbled out of existence. Adolf Hitler... You and I perhaps weren't too different when we consider the fact that we tried to justify those evils of ours. Just believe me, I won't even judge if you are summoned here since everyone knew the weight I carry with me. Hell, I may pat you just for showing that you understand your own action." Gudao muttered beneath his breaths as he steps out of the summoning chamber in satisfaction. At least for now.
As Arnold, Alfin, and Alice looked at each other in the eyes. Honestly, for them, they have never imagined themselves making it this far either. They were destined to be gone and forever lost from any record of this world, not being immortalized into the passage of history. They knew that there has to be an external factor that enabled them to be here. The Throne of Heroes would certainly not recognize them regardless of how powerful they are if nobody know of them.
Alice turned around and saw one certain Servant that seemingly tried to avert her gaze away from them. With curiosity in mind, she approaches her only to find out that a certain Servant immediately tried to distance herself away from her. Knowing that something is amiss, Alice immediately moves closer and her target keeps backing off while trying to put on a straight face as if she has nothing to do with Alice. The woman only stopped when she got back against a wall by Alice as she tries to approach.
"Tell me, is it you that got involved to give us a chance to become proper Heroic Spirits?" Alice asked as she gazed directly into the eyes of the certain Servant she spoke to.
Their gazes locked upon each other, other Servants can't help but notice the staring contest between the two of them. The tension can be felt but everyone has a feeling that it can be resolved without any bloodshed should any of the two of them speaks up and communicate properly. Because after all, one's foundation of trust is based upon the understanding of one another.
"Yup! But first, let me introduce myself to you and your fellow brother-sister whatever... My name is BB and I am Master's most devilish kouhai and protector of humanity! Whether or not I am over introducing myself, that doesn't matter because I have a feeling either one of you could tell. Because after all, you just almost screwed the entirety of the universe to that display of power that you just did". BB said with a smuggish smile on her despite how close to demise this entire universe was.
"Hold on, you enabled us to become proper Heroic Spirits? But how does that supposed to work?! Isn't it something that is supposed to be beyond any capability of any Servant? Except for that certain woman in kimono whose name escaped me but how?!" Arnold said as he was baffled that there is someone who could do something so out of this world.
"First off, let me tell you who I am in particular. I'm an AI of a supercomputer called Mooncell, manifested into a proper physical form. That supercomputer is designated to record any details of whatever goes on in this world's history and its capacity and processing speed is so tremendous that it can simulate even the world that we reside in." By the way, did I say that it is placed on the moon itself hence its name to prevent signals pollution resulting from our modern society?" BB goes first to describe herself.
"Info overload! Just cut it down and simplify them for my sake please!" Arnold said as he clams over his ears.
"Whoops, guess I really went overboard with myself. Then again, it is pretty complicated in itself so I'll spare that too." BB said as she turned her eyes away somewhere else to avoid looking at the embarrassing mess she did to herself just now.
Arnold lets out a sigh of relief while Alfin just continues to stare at Arnold with a "why did you say that?" eye. While she is interested in what BB is, now is just not the time for that. Technology is just simply something so enticing for her that the only thing next to it is just an overdose of sugar. Literal sugar.
"You see... my purpose as a Mooncell AI is that I will assist in the protection of humanity as a whole. But the way I am created is that I am based on one aspect of humanity in which you can obviously tell how much of a disaster it created at first. That's why the people here called me "not as bad as I seem" because at worst, I will only create more problems than how much I fix. That's just the way I flow, doing evil to ensure a good outcome." BB said as she talks a bit more about herself.
"By the way, understand that I see myself not as "a tool to save humanity", but as "a devil that at times misleads, at times helps humanity", you heard me?" BB then proceeds to add more while keeping that sheepish smile on her face.
"I see... You are also made to assist humanity in some ways. I have something to ask though, what do you see in Master Gudao? And do you have any relations to him beyond colleagues or professional?" Alice asked with confidence that she seemingly has never been seen to muster.
"Well well well... it seems that somebody's insight is high enough to connect the two and two together huh? I'm afraid that is NOT something to speak about here... in the summoning chamber in the first place. But I'll answer one thing for you... is that it is not just me that fell for him. If he one day finally depart from this world, there will be a massive war in such a proportion that even the boundary between heaven and earth will collapse for the supremacy of his soul. However, if you are interested in such a tale in the first place then go and meet me in my personal quarter and I'll tell you for sure. Besides, it's been a while to ever had a conversation this long... for me at the least..." BB said before she strode out of the room in a stylish manner... to her in the very least.
And of course, it piques the interest of both Alice and Alfin who decided that they want to meet her again. Arnold however decided that he needs some time to calm down. Fate has finally brought him here at last and he decided that it would be prudence of him to know the place and its heroes.
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Resting at Last
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Meanwhile in Emiya Family lounging
"Holy fuck... I thought that I'll just sleep for eternity after that long and grueling operation... My body is still horribly stiff from all that abuse I did to my own body..." Kiritsugu said as he lies on the bed while wearing the bare minimum... His tank top and underpants... Obviously, he felt that will not leave the comfort of his bed anytime soon.
"Yup... Don't think I could return to the cafeteria soon either... That display of power I just did probably left me permanently scarred internally... Not that I intend to stay here for long either..." Shirou said as he doesn't even have the strength left in him to even drag himself to a proper bed at all and instead just lying face flat on the floor.
"Honey... Can you please hand me that car magazine... it's boring to be stuck in one pose for like... hours..." Irisviel said as she tried to move her body but the damage resulting from being brought back from the brink of death itself so many times is not a happy experience, to say the least.
Meanwhile...
"It felt like my internal nerves got burnt to cinders... I'm not even sure if I even felt anything anymore." Illya said as she dons her sleeping attires and just lies there on her bed while blasting the air conditioner at max just to even feel anything at all.
"Honestly... I'm just glad that I got out barely unscathed compared to everyone... But it is really pathetic to see everyone like this while I'm still standing properly with minimal fatigue... at least compared to everyone in the house." Kuro said as she sits on the chair next to their bed, even she started to feel the chill from the atmosphere temperature in the room.
"Utilizing the Third Magic for myself is just an experience that I never thought I would see myself perform at all. It just suddenly comes to me like it was always there in Sapphire. But honestly, we may really need to call a doctor in there. Should Asclepius suffice?" Miyu said as she wore her casual attire.
"Save me from this agony... please..." Illya said as she doesn't know how to even feel at this point anymore.
As the three sisters continue to converse with one another. Knowing that they managed to live another day is nothing but a blessing for them. On the grander scale, that Singularity or... Lostbelt as it should have been called as is just another battle that they fight for Chaldea's final battle will be the one that decides the fate of this bleached world.
"So... let me guess my internal nervous system has basically reduced down to char... That's what you are trying to guess, right?" Taiga said as Asclepius did his basic examination.
"I'm afraid so... It's a miracle that you even walk or talk normally without difficulty. Once again, anything but death itself is a simple task to me, and thus let me concoct something. It will not immediately cure your ailments but it will certainly alleviate enough of it that you won't even notice when it is gone." Asclepius talks about her condition.
"Honestly... never have I been serious like that before... I almost all of the time just being aloof and playful but to stake so much in everything that I do is just so out of character of mine. But I guess that it is a normal response for when things you cherish are at stake regardless of what you do..." Taiga said as she sighed in internal fatigue. It's been only just a few hours here and yet she is nowhere near the energy she wanted.
"Don't worry, you'll be back in full health soon. Just don't expect that it will be instantaneous or fast, you understand?" Asclepius said before he leaves their lounge.
And afterward, there is only a bit of silence that echoes through the room. It is just that and yet to Taiga herself, it is too unnerving for her taste.
"Sigh... Lying in one place is not how a cat should be!" Taiga yelled out loud in a defiant attempt to break the silence in the atmosphere.
And then she immediately gives up, not because she faltered or anything but more of her boredom won in a complete landslide.
Meanwhile at the Round Table of Camelot
"So... he has finally returned, I heard?" Arthur asked his 'sister'.
"Yeah... Although his state can be much better, everyone managed to return safely. That much is already good news for the Casters are now trying to get them back at their best as soon as they can. From what is being said around here, the final battle they fought was so destructive and power-consuming that they nearly flatlined their magic circuits and incinerated themselves inside out. I'm just glad that it is finally over..." Artoria said to her 'brother'.
"Either way... from what I heard of the Casters Union, they are now trying to apply those new materials that they managed to harvest in that Lostbelt, right?" Arthur asked as he finds it intriguing.
"Yeah... and the first thing they said is that they want to use them to expand everyone's Saint Graph to the closest of their legends. You know that we are separated into Classes in the first place because manifesting actual heroes consumed so much energy that it might be more intuitive to summon their fragments. But now, thanks to the Azerium, we can now be even more powerful and versatile than before." Artoria explained to him what she just heard about.
"The closest to who we were, huh? I thought that we were kinda already at our best but if the future's ordeals require such a thing then... I'm afraid to even imagine the future where Chaldea is going even if that is an inevitable path we are taking". Arthur speaks his mind.
The Round Table right now is empty save for the two of them. Whether the rest of the knights take that as good news or not is best left to time's care.
"I guess that the most important people are going to take the procedure right? I heard that it cost so much previously that we only have a few who could manifest to such potential... But now, we are going to see many more". Arthur said as he ponders his thought.
Artoria also follows that same line of thought, it is misfortunate that separate versions of her can't be summoned but rather become additional figments of her. But if that is the best they could do then she would rather embrace wholeheartedly.
Meanwhile at the Cafeteria
"For the love of..., you tell me that he can't join the kitchen staff now!?" Tamamo no Mae said as she was flabbergasted by the news that was spoken.
"I'm afraid that he is just simply in no proper condition to do any chore or labor at all. And I can't assure that such ailment he received can be cured in one day alone." Asclepius said once more much to the dismay of the rest of the kitchen staff.
"Unbelievable, normally during his deployment, the rest of the folks that rely on him also follow. But now that he went in alone with his family, now we got to feed those who " look with their mouth" during his mission and believe me... The chaos ensued just from him missing is too unbearable at times that all of us felt like throwing towels in." Tamamo said as she started to feel frustrated at her own plights.
"I'm afraid that is up to all of you. I don't have any skill in culinary and I have my research to do so... my condolences to all of you..." Asclepius said as he leaves the cafeteria for their cares.
"Oh, you heartless bastard!" Tamamo said angrily as she intended to use a curse on him but decided that it isn't worth the hassle later on.
"It's fine... We could do this like always... just do our best like always did during Emiya's deployment" Boudica said with a smile but said smile just felt so fragile that a stray wind could probably knock it off.
What a pure unbelievable sight it was, they could duke it out and fight for like days on end without a drop of sweat on their heads, and yet social interaction sapped out more than days of battle attritions did during their deployment.
"This is going to hurt... isn't it?" Tamamo said with a sigh...
"Yeah... tired will be an understatement I felt here". Boudica said as she looks at everyone else in the kitchen giving her the same look.
And just when they thought that they are going to proceed as normal, a familiar person entered the cafeteria with an inquisitive look on his face. He is gazing at the cafeteria surrounding before entering the place like normal as if he is finding a proper opportunity to enter.
"Yo..." The man said to them in which a unanimous "ugh" was heard.
It is Blackbeard, a pirate whose reputation lies in striking fear in his foes and alike. He's what everyone would call a neckbeard that only those similar to him would relate to. And it seems that Blackbeard is well aware of his "infamy" that he doesn't take that as a surprise anymore. That is what he exactly strikes for since there are literal gods and demons here. Just cheap scare tactics ain't do shit.
"So... I heard that all of you are struggling to keep the kitchen going since Emiya is not going back soon, I take it?" Blackbeard said as he does his signature hand pointing.
"Yeah, and what are you doing here by the way? Don't you have some stuff to do with Oki?" Tamamo no Mae asked him with a look of contempt.
"She got something to do with her book club and it is female restricted so I don't exactly have things to do with her now. And besides, she is determined to win the next manga writing event assuming if there is the next one. And to my surprise, she is far more active than the first time I have seen her." Blackbeard said as he scratches his head in slight boredom.
"Stuff like that huh? To be fair, we really are approaching the end of this journey. Whether there is a future for all of us after this, it's probably an answer that nobody has access to." Boudica said as she prepares the utensil.
"Yeah... Talk about the previous contest where the girls write a book to see who is the best writer and the one that wins turns out to be three male Servants using an alias. Boy did that chaos ensue gloriously. Freaking men of culture... and it clearly not Andersen or Shakesphere mind you". Blackbeard said with a smile and a happy tear rolled down his cheek from remembering what happened back then.
"To be fair, Chaldea without any chaos happening between the Servants is just pure unimaginable. A hotpot filled with so many various backgrounds and personalities is just going to ensure that kind of interaction regardless. Perhaps that is a good thing regardless since we got along together in a way that none of us can imagine at all. Old enemies got along or at least stay civil, bonds that existed are now given a chance to deepen in a way that fate has never ordained in the first place." Tamamo said as she prepares herself for the oncoming shift, another day without the head chef, she guesses...
While the kitchen staff prepares, Blackbeard saw someone else in the corner of his eyes. He turned around and saw a certain someone hunched over the table and sleeping as if he has never been allowed to for a while. Blackbeard smirks as he instantly knew who it was. White outfit, a rather chubby body if one tries not to say fat, and glossing blonde hair kept in a way that shows a certain way of elegance although time has certainly not been kind.
It was their director of Chaldea... Goredolf. He earned the rank after he acquired Chaldea, right when the Mage Association was about to shut them down for many things, including the fact that so many Servants summoned at once could threaten their status quo. While he is certainly not the most easy-speaking person, he is certainly a saint compared to how screwed-up maguses of the Mage Association can be. And especially after so many hardships and the weight he pulled across the campaign against the Lostbelts and Crypters, he counts as one of the members of Chaldea regardless of whether or not his ego and personality.
"Poor guy... the operation before is the most thankless job he has ever been given until now. While Gudao earned all of his hard work for a good reason, it would be cruel to not mention what that man stressed himself out to maintain orders and make sure that the whole system doesn't fall apart. Powerful and godly forces tend to harm even machinery at this side so I have to give it to them at the least". Blackbeard said as he picks up the cup of coffee and check its remaining content.
"You can't possibly make up what I saw when he received the news that the universe is on its hinge of destruction. The closest it ever was and hopefully never again." Beni-enma said as she prepares to cook the rice.
Blackbeard looks at Goredolf for a bit before turning toward everyone else, before asking a question.
"Yo... Should we wake him up? I mean it is all over, right? Besides, it would probably be bad for him to sleep on the table like this." Blackbeard said as he sometimes look back at Gordolf.
"Nah... he deserves it, to say the least. Just let him sleep however long he wants, I'm going to put up a notice so that people don't disturb him by accident." Tamamo said as he sighed.
And then, another person entered the cafeteria. Her flowing and long blond hair certainly make her extremely hard to not notice and the elegant dress she wears gives her a noble status in the eyes of others. The officer's hat tipped with ethereal feathers pretty much told of anyone of her military background and status. That person is Alfin, the new Servant that Gudao spent so much of his effort summoning.
"Holy mother of freaking god! She's cute as fuck!" Blackbeard exclaimed in such a way that would get him on her shitlist if he already wasn't.
"Shut up Blackbeard, you are making us look bad with that abhorring display you just did!" Tamamo said furiously at Blackbeard as he quickly flinched from her sight. Pissing off a Caster is a way of multitudes of suffering for sure.
"Sorry, ma'am!" Blackbeard quickly said as he felt others gaze upon him. Sometimes the persona he put up is too awful effective that it just backfires on him immediately.
"Uhh... Sorry if I got here at the wrong moment... is this place a cafeteria?" Alfin asked with a voice that one would immediately not think ill of her or even find suspicious.
"No no no! It's fine! And yes, this place is a cafeteria where all Servants come to enjoy their break. I assume that you are new here based on your appearance, aren't you?" Tamamo said as she tries to be as inviting as possible.
"Yeah, I thought my Master told everyone of me already since there are quite a lot of Servants congregating at the Summoning Chamber. But I guess that is just some few, is it?" Alfin said as she asked Tamamo.
"Normally he would announce to us about new Servants when he managed to summon. But since the operation before sapped so much out of him that he just crash the bed as soon as he managed to get all he wanted from what I heard just now." Tamamo said as she prepares some refreshing beverages for Alfin.
Alfin then gets herself a seat and makes herself comfortable with everyone. Blackbeard whenever tried to get anywhere near her, he felt an intense gaze from all the female kitchen staff which makes him instantly try to distance away from her in both fear and instinctual reflexes. He knew that those kitchen staff could probably kick his ass hundreds of times over without breaking a sweat and thus he concedes peacefully while remaining somewhat close to admire that cuteness Alfin has. Who could even blame him, anyone who has a kink for cuteness would do the same and not necessarily out of sexuality.
"So uh... What's your name? I mean... we're about to work as a team for future missions. It would be better to ask now than later, right?" Blackbeard said as he tries to impress her or get her attention.
Alfin looks at him and then ponders a bit, then a small hidden smile appears on her face as she has an idea in her mind. No one here has known her True Name yet and thus, why not spice things up a bit? Because after all, it probably makes an impressive memory for everyone here to remember.
"Why don't you try to guess it? If you get somewhere close then I'll tell you, makes a good first impression am I right?" Alfin said as her smile reveals.
"Hmm... Okay! Let the game on!" Blackbeard said as he then joins the game without any form of hesitation shown.
"Hahahaha... Let's see how they will fare in trying to figure me out..." Alfin laughs internally inside with a mischievous smile.
And it seems that not only Blackbeard has joined the game but even the kitchen staff also partake in the game and forget even their original plan of preparing the kitchen. Suddenly, a voice sprang out from the kitchen as a figure rise up from behind the kitchen counter.
"Oh! oh! I know! That hat! You must be another form of Oda Nobunaga, right!?" The voice said out loud in such a way that it is embarrassing.
That voice belonged to Okita, a samurai of Shinsengumi and also in happenstance to be working alongside Nobunaga in a twist of fate. That smile on her face basically screamed confidence in her answer. And yet, everyone else was unable to bear the fact that she just answered confidently incorrect. Even Alfin can't help but be embarrassed at how Okita just jumped to such a conclusion. There's the leap of logic and then her answer just immediately jumped out of the Earth's orbit.
"If you ever fail, just fail so hard that people would wonder how it comes to such a thing". Blackbeard said sarcastically before a paper cup thrown by Okita hits him in the head.
"I ain't playing this game, a Servant's appearance might be a hint but most of the time, they are just a red herring to make the wrong assumption. Especially after the last Lostbelt when fucking Vortigern pretends to be Oberon and almost brought destruction and annihilation to outside the Lostbelt he came from itself." Tamamo spoke with a grudge-induced tone as if she could not believe such a revelation when it happens.
"That is a special case, miss... Besides, some are quite literally wearing their heart on their sleeves like Astolfo and Spartacus". Blackbeard advocated immediately.
"Whatever floats your boat, you dirty pirate..." Tamamo said as if she no longer wanted to drag on this tiresome conversation.
Tamamo seems completely given up or decided that this guessing game is just a futile effort that leads to nowhere. Blackbeard however is determined to unravel the mystery behind her identity, much like a detective investigating a crime scene. As Blackbeard gazed at her with the inquisitive look in his eyes, a side that is unseen by the majority of Chaldea is going on behind that goofy facade that he put on.
"You know... I would like to have some tea. Does this place have any of it?" Alfin asked as she felt she wanted something nostalgic. It has been a long while ever since she could remember that the taste of tea is now just a mere blurry moment in her long passage of memory.
"Hey! You ask for some tea, right? Don't worry, I'm going to make some for both of us, my lady". Goredolf said as he stood up straight calm and collected despite he was seen dozing off by everyone a mere moment ago.
"Wow... That fast? Are you sure that is necessary with all that respect and courtesy, director?" Blackbeard said as he is surprised by how prim and proper the director appeared despite being a complete mess just now.
"Oh, don't worry... All of these are nothing compared to the time I'm still training my magecraft. And besides, all of these are standard courtesies that I should display for all the new Servants that join our ranks. It IS my job to make sure that new faces are welcomed to this place. Besides, we will be dead as shit if I didn't convince Caenis back then to not kill all of us with a butterscotch croissant you heard me!?" Goredolf said calmly at first before furiously speaking at Blackbeard as if he is pissed for daring to question Goredolf's courtesy at Alfin in the first place.
Alfin chuckled a bit, she wondered just how much she could push her silver tongue without things meltdown into open fighting between everyone. This isn't like the political battlefield of pre-WW2, where sowing discord is almost a necessity for her of reaching the top. Although her eventual reach bore no fruit of satisfaction for she continues to sow more chaos instead of her once sworn promise to change things for the better.
"Here's the tea, milady. I hope you enjoy its sweet fragrance." Goredolf said as he carries a smile on his face as he pours some tea directly into her cup.
Alfin sips some of the tea before stopping for a bit. Pondering her own thoughts for a while as the taste of tea slowly deepens as she savors it.
"So? How does it taste, milady?" Goredolf said with a tad happy expression on his face.
"Not the best of quality for sure, but it certainly stood up to my standard if that's what you want to know. Not the exotic kinds with taste out of this world but certainly servable for people regardless of place and background." Alfin said as she looks at the tea.
"Oh, so that's what you decided to say. Hey! You two in the kitchen! Are there any more exotic tea blends in the pantry!?" Goredolf said with a respectful tone to Alfin for a bit before yelling out loud to Tamamo and Boudica.
"Ask someone else for that, fatass! This is a cafeteria, not a goddamn hall of banquets, you loudmouth good for nothing!" Tamamo said as she started to feel irritated from Goredolf's antic as she try to fulfill her kitchen duty.
"Tea, huh? I think Okie has some exotic tea blends that she literally serves for herself for artistic stimulation. But then again, I doubt that she would willy-nilly lent some without a good reason." Blackbeard mumbled to himself as he hears the banter going on.
"Hmm... I wonder why you call me 'milady' in the first place? What gives you the expression that I should be called such that?" Alfin asked out of curiosity much like how she remembered why Illya once called her 'princess'.
"Uh, that's because of your appearance mostly. That noble dress and officer's hat with attached plumes pretty much yell the prestige you had to me. Even if you aren't anything like that, this is all basic courtesy one should display regardless of who they are". Goredolf said as he was a bit confused at first before continuing to stride regardless.
"I see... so that's why you decide to act like that". Alfin said with a mysterious tone, one that seemingly does not fail to allure people alike to it.
Blackbeard analyzes the way Alfin spoke inquisitively. While most have mostly abandoned the identity guessing game of her, Blackbeard hasn't heard any bell that said the game has ended yet. He is quite determined to see if he could unravel the identity that Alfin wore on herself. Because after all, the game is afoot and he ain't hiding away from a good challenge after a while of being idle hand.
"Hey, can I have some sugar for my tea, please? No tea party can simply go without some sugar to sweeten the bitter aroma of tea". Alfin said as she with a classy and prestigious tone that is undeniable to some.
"Yes, milady! I'll go get some! You two in the kitchen! Get me a sugar cube bowl so that we can serve her a proper tea party, you heard me! This is a direct order from the director here!" Goredolf said as he shouted at the kitchen staff once more.
"I know that this is just a proper way to treat our new recruit's coming to Chaldea but... Dear the gods that you are really making an embarrassment out of yourself here, dechi..." Beni-enma said as she sorts out the kitchen board while looking for that certain bowl of sugar cubes.
"Hey, Blackbeard. Mind bringing this bowl of sugar cubes over to the new recruit, please? IF you doing some shady shit again, I will personally deal with you in a proper manner befitting your disgusting reputation." Tamamo said as she places the bowl of sugar cubes on the table with an unamused expression.
"Don't give me that look! It doesn't take much brain cells to know that pissing the cook is a surefire way to suffer at their hands, you know! Pirate life or daily, it doesn't matter when for that is a literally a fact of life that is not meant to be taken lightly!" Blackbeard said frantically as he stood up and quickly takes the bowl of sugar cubes back to their table.
"It seems that your relationship with others doesn't bode so well, huh?" Alfin wondered as she commented on Blackbeard's plight.
"That's an understatement, miss. The amount of people who don't hate my gut and vice versa is probably not even beyond the number of fingers on my hand." Blackbeard spoke to her as if this is all but a daily thing that shouldn't be worried about.
"And here I thought my life was bad enough but yours really kicked things off into the deep end". Alfin said as if she finds the idea of having so many people openly hating on her while remaining such a carefree spirit complete absurd in itself.
"Wanna know something? It doesn't matter how many friends or enemies you make, just having one reliable partner can literally balance your whole dynamic out. Or perhaps my privilege of being Master's closest buddy is an outlier that should not be counted in the first place." Blackbeard said oh so proudly in a way that it physically hurt everyone else but Alfin until he realized the stare of disgust that others placated on him did he reworded afterward.
"The one that you can rely on... You know, don't you? It has to be... because no one would ever speak that out loud unless you are on the same wavelength as me". Alfin thought to herself as she looked at Blackbeard digging himself into his own grave from all that misguided talking.
"Either way... mind if I served myself some tea?" Blackbeard asked as respectfully as he could since the line between joking banter and outright disrespect is very thin in a group of such different ethnicities like this.
"Fine... Just don't pull any crap that makes us all look bad in front of her". Director Goredolf said as he placed the teapot in front of Blackbeard.
"Cool... I'll see just what this going to happen..." Alfin thought to herself as she puts on her calm composure and put some sugar in her tea.
"Hey, miss. Are you having a good time because I believe that- Holy shit! Are you drinking tea with sugar or sugar with tea here?!" Blackbeard is pouring himself some tea before realizing just how much sugar Alfin put into her tea.
Even Director Goredolf is shocked at how much sugar she just put into her tea, it must have been like 10-ish sugar cubes that were put. Even the content of the cup looks more like sugar than tea by this point.
"What the!? Are you trying to get yourself diabetes or something!?" Goredolf said in complete bewilderment.
Even the kitchen staff can't help but notice what Goredolf just yelled about and they looked outside only to see the exasperated expression of both Blackbeard and Goredolf as she downs the teacup filled with sugar. If Florence Nightingale saw what Alfin did, she will utterly be seething with both fits of rage and worry at what Alfin just did.
"Sorry for the display I just made you all see. It's just my sweet tooth, you see." Alfin said as she apologizes while wiping her lips.
"Servants aren't supposed to feel any illness or disease but that amount of sugar you just straight up consumes at once made me feel like I have diabetes just now!" Blackbeard said as he felt like he had enough sugars for days on end.
"And I think I actually have one now..." Goredolf said as he ran straight into the cafeteria's restroom just to shove the image of a sugar-filled teacup that he saw into the deepest recess of his mind. Goredolf is already a fatass in his own right and the fact that Alfin made him repulsed to sweet by the sheer amount of sugar is just something unimaginable.
"That's something I will most likely not going to be seen again for a long while..." Tamamo said as if this is actually a surprise she didn't foresee.
"Jeez... How much sugar did that girl use that even our Director ended up getting repulsed? Even from the tone of his voice, it looks like it must be so much that even our Director's instinct scream of how unhealthy it was!" Okita said from behind as she heard the commotion going on.
"Sounds like somebody who went through famine and can't help but instinctively just shove anything sweet and edible into their mouth. Can't blame though... just hope that she adjusts herself soon enough because that is still very much shock-inducing..." Tamamo said as she looks at the commotion going on in the kitchen.
Blackbeard's mind quickly got back on track soon enough and he decided to continue to analyze Alfin's behavior. She saw her finger scribbling something on the table, it seems to go on a pattern of sorts and she is looking at it quite intently enough. If anything that he could bet on, it's that she forgot he is even there looking at her. With a secretly intense gaze that no one seems to notice, he realized that she is drawing an image of something. It is far-fetch for sure but he had a feeling of who she is based on all of the information back then.
Hell, he could probably get this wrong or be flamed to the grill for what he is about to say. But to him, a pirate's honor and pride are still something to be held onto even if he is already being seen as a laughing stock, to begin with. He took a deep breath before getting her attention.
"Hey, miss noble... Do you remember the challenge you asked us about? About guessing your identity?" Blackbeard said with a punch-deserving grin on his face.
"Cool, I was almost about to forget anyway... So, who is it you guessed?" Alfin said as she looks at him with a bit of curiosity about what he came up with.
"Your name is..." Blackbeard deliberately
"Finally, no longer that feeling of sugar-overdosing... Just even looking at that cup of sugar makes me feel like going on a diet... And I'm not even interested in one, to begin with!" Goredolf said as he got out of the restroom with a frustrated expression on his face.
"Adolf Hitler!" Blackbeard just said that name out loud with a shit-eating grin that looked and felt like he just made the worst mistake in his life... at least this carnation.
The entire kitchen staff suddenly stopped when they heard Blackbeard saying it out loud with a shocked expressions on their face. As if their minds are now connected to each other like a hive, one single line of thought ran through it.
Blackbeard must be punished for his sacrilege.
And like a mad herd of animals, they lunged toward him in a furious rage for what he just said. Although Blackbeard was aware of that possibility, he didn't expect them to be so mad like this at all. The worst he expected is that they grunted at him for the ludicrous answer, not straight-up violence.
And immediately, he ended up in a massive gang brawl between himself and the kitchen staff. While Alfin just pours out some tea and puts some sugar in it... for real this time. She sips her tea in delight while the wreaking havoc is literally occurring beside her as if it is none of her business. Goredolf is in a state of panic and shock as he doesn't know how to calm down a brawl between Servants. A magus is what he may be but there is no way he could get in between a Servant's battle and come out alive let alone unscathed.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do that again!" Blackbeard yelled out in agony as he pleaded for the kitchen staff to stop beating the crap out of him.
"No amount of penances is enough for the sacrilege you just did, dechi... chirp... You will face the wrath of the Courts of Hell and I'm certain that you will be tossed into the deepest depth as your punishment!" Beni-enma said as she seems dead serious about sending Blackbeard to her hell for real.
"I thought my patience would be enough for your insolence but it appears you have completely no regard for what others think, do you!?" Tamamo said as she slaps some curse seals straight into Blackbeard's forehead.
"Uh... I'm not here!" Goredolf said as anxiety overtook him as he ran back into the restroom and curled up into a fetal position.
And as Alfin has finally done with her cup of tea, she turned around and snap her fingers. The moment the kitchen staff heard the snap, they immediately stop their assault on Blackbeard who is now a sobbing mess on the ground. As they looked upon her with a confused expression at what they were doing just now as if they don't even remember the cruelty they did to him.
"I've never said that his answer is wrong". Alfin said calmly as she watched what just unfolded.
"What? Do you think you could just take that up without a word of protest?! He just called you Adolf Hitler and for someone of such prestige and like you, that is unacceptable!" Tamamo said as her anger haven't yet subsided.
"And you know what? I'm gonna told everyone here my True Name. My name is Adolf Hitler, the dictator that brought oh so much anguish upon those he sets sight to purge. No more denial of it anymore as I see clearly that you just treated a bystander more lowly than an animal itself. A scum if you will." Alfin said clearly as she looked at how much of a number they did to Blackbeard.
"That's... unbelievable... I know that a person's appearance may not be an exact portrayal of who they are but you? That horrid madman is you?!" Okita said as she finds it wildly outlandish despite that even her appearance is not of actual history.
"To be fair, even though that is my True Name, I am a fragment of the actual person. What's left of his dignity and honor before who you know as "Adolf Hitler" completely falls from grace into endless depravity and atrocity." Alfin said as she tries to put on a calm composure against those stares of contempt. She thought she would have gotten used to it long ago but perhaps it is the proof of her sentimentality that persisted.
"As a Judge of Hell, I have served many people of all kinds from saints to sinners, from rightful rulers to tyrants. But folks of absolute filth like you should be rotting in its deepest recess!" Beni-enma yelled loudly as if she literally forgot what she did and as if she right now is more just than anyone here.
"You know what? My religious lunatic of a father used "Hell" as something to be feared and I'm pretty sure he did so that he could have a much tighter grip of control over all of his family members. However, a part of me wished that it truly existed. Because that means there was something out there that truly gives a shit about the pain and tragedy. That is actually meant something, that there is atonement for sinners and punishment for the devils that roamed this world."
"What exactly does someone like you even consider what is good and evil?! For god's sake, atonement isn't something that can be freely given at all!" Beni-enma as she jumps into the argument without thinking through despite her clear-headed aptitudes before.
"I'm not saying that I deserve atonement. That is not of me to ever decide anymore. What I'm saying here is that... don't ever think that you are incapable of committing atrocious evil. No matter how you may think otherwise..." Alfin gazed into all of them intensely as if a war is about to break out at any second.
And as tension in the air start to build up, it started to feel unbearable as it felt like one could use the knife to cut a literal block of tensed air from the atmosphere being radiated by them. A silent yet thunderous orchestra could be heard between their gaze as if a call for war is blaring loudly that even if no one can hear it, their spirits will scream as if its chords struck straight into their souls.
For right when the situation is about to become unsalvagable. A loud reprimand is instantly yelled at and the gaze between all of them and Alfin was broken. Right behind that mental war unfolding is... Goredolf. That man who has literally just hidden in the restroom from fear just before now suddenly stood there in defiance against the burning wrath of the Servants. A stark change of attitude that honestly while not out of his character is just so rarely seen that most people treated that as non-existent.
"What on earth are all of you thinking!? You all know that this place is not for aggression towards one another. If you have anything to say then just fucking spat it right into my face. As the Director of Chaldea, I will not tolerate violent behavior in this last sanctuary of humanity. All of you know that in the beginning, right? I will not be able to live up to my title and name had I decided to continue being a coward either way!" Goredolf said in defiance as he stood there trying not to break down from fear itself.
"Don't you see that she instigates this argument first don't ya! Are you daft or something?!" Tamamo said as she doesn't seem to realize that she has long stepped outside her boundary.
"First off, I don't give a damn about alignment about this point. Humanity's Last Master has committed genocide 6 times. Is she a tyrant? A dictator? A merciless warlord? Hell, even if she said her true name is Adolf Hitler, that is beside the point. The point is that all of you jump at each others' throats immediately instead of taking it in stride and not escalating the situation even more than how it should. This goes to both her and the rest of all of you." Goredolf reprimands with all he has and much to the dismay of everyone, Goredolf hits it right in the head.
The kitchen staff thinks for a bit and realizes that even though Alfin was clearly far from a good person. They are so too far from the paragon of the good. This whole argument was just a pot calling the kettle black. Another thing they realized was that... they doubled down on her despite they were supposed to know that they are far from being a good person.
"Hold on... Something isn't right about this. It felt like a burst of blood rush completely overtaking our thoughts. Even if I'm arguing with someone, I would at least admit when what they told about me was correct." Tamamo said as she felt like she wasn't herself moments ago.
"Hmm... Yeah, you're right. It isn't like me to lose my calmness like this. As a judge of hell, my performance just now is so abysmal that I felt like I should go in a ditch and die." Beni-enma said as she felt ashamed of the display she put on.
"Was I like that before? I... I can't even tell... Was I always a bad person that I can't be any worse?" Okita said as she could feel an existential crisis kicking in.
Alfin closed her eyes for a bit then take a deep breath. For all she knew, her power is a sort of self-developing skill set that just arises whenever a critical situation demand. And she doesn't even know if that's on her but she assumed that it must be because no one here otherwise would incite into such aggression like this at all.
"You know what, I take back all of what I just said. I'm sorry that I antagonize all of you and instead of trying to calm down, I decided to push it further to see how mad all of you can be." Alfin apologizes although she has no clear idea of what she did wrong and yet she assumed that was on her either way.
"Nah, we are the ones who suppose to apologize. I have no idea where and when the escalations to begin with but we took the bait and look where it has taken all of us. So yeah, as the representative for the kitchen staff, I'm sorry that I decided to continue being an irredeemable asshole despite otherwise." Tamamo said as she finally calmed down and let her rational thoughts flow normally again.
"Good, are we fine here now? Let the sleeping dog lies here, okay? Wait, why is Blackbeard writhing on the ground?" Goredolf said before he noticed a victim of the crossfire between Alfin and the kitchen staff.
"Wait, Blackbeard? Shit! I completely forgot! Somebody takes him to the infirmary, quick!" Tamamo said as she quickly realized the damage she had just done.
And soon the kitchen staff quickly carry him and exit the place, leaving behind Goredolf and Alfin to stare at the shenanigans that happened.
"You know, a certain old man here will take a rather liking towards you for what you just did now. To drive even a judge of hell into aggression is no slouch you know". Goredolf said as he scratches the back of his head and wonder how he didn't get caught up in that madness.
"Not my fault, okay? But I'll take your recommendation either way. I'm interested to see what that old geezer you speak of really is." Alfin said before she left the cafeteria.
After she left for a few seconds, another person entered the place with such cheeriness and happiness on her face that it inflicted cringes on everyone else. That person is Sei Shonagon, the poet of certain old Japan despite not appearing like that in the slightest.
"Hey, I heard Beardie came here to assist something. Since I decided to come here either way, can you tell me where he is-... Uhm, where is everyone?" Sei Shonagon said with so much sweetness in her voice that it just inflicted diabetes.
"Uh... To the infirmary? I think the kitchen staff just did him very dirty- Wait where are you going!?" Goredolf said for a moment before Sei's expression changed from cheery to serious and she left the cafeteria without a thing to say.
"Damn... That blond girl really is an agent of chaos, isn't it?" Goredolf said to himself and then he served himself some tea that Alfin asked for.
"Unbelievable... This thing is already sweetened beyond belief and she really just put more sugar into it?" Goredolf muttered to himself only as he sips the very tea that Alfin had for herself.
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Art of Incomplete
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Meanwhile at Arnold's location
Walking down the near-white hallway of Chaldea, he still not getting himself used to all of these new faces. Folks out of history that he never got a chance to see or know and the Emiya Family is certainly not the best to learn about history for they are not proper in the first place! But still, this is his home now and nothing will change that fact.
During the various summonings he went through, there is barely any moment that he got a proper resting since he was probably among the weakest in Holy Grail War or anything similar to it and thus a mere moment of relaxation was probably felt so alien beyond belief. But now, that is all in the past and he will be fighting for humanity's sake.
As he closed his eyes for a bit and then opened them once more, he noticed a group of people walking in the opposite of his direction, and leading them is Gudao himself. However, the only person he knew of is Gudao and the rest is completely unknown to him. And based on their presence and demeanor, they are most likely not Servants.
He could hear some convo between them, although he clearly lacks the context to understand fully, it must be clear that they have together gone through so much that their bonds are tightly knitted together. Even if their appearances and personality vastly differ. From what he heard, they are the A-Team of Chaldea by some miracles that they managed to escape the first incident although for worse and for wear.
"Even though your capacity as a mage is certainly lacking, your capability to bind everyone together is far better than how I expected it to be. Servants that are more on the unruly side are quelled down by your companionship and the fact that you managed to get so many together under your banner is nothing but spectacular." A long blond hair man in a prim and proper outfit spoke to Gudao.
"Please don't exaggerate my feats, everyone knows that it is thanks to all of you that we even managed to get a chance to stop the Incineration of Humanity in the first place, right?" Gudao tried to play down his achievement although everyone have known otherwise.
"That is a very hard thing to ignore, mind you. In reality, your real chance of dying is at the summoning. If you were an asshole or an ass-kisser, you will die a painful death at the hands of the Servants you summon. You managed to be a consistently decent person despite just how overwhelming the Servants under your command are and that is a feat that not many mages can do." A girl with glasses and twintails said as she raised up her gaze from the small handbook she is reading.
"That's honestly a real achievement you just did there because trust me, none of us are exemplary when it comes to human interaction. That's literally a baseline when it comes to us maguses." A man with flamboyant pink hair and dresses in what looks like fishnet.
"Not like that one certain irredeemable dipshit that fortunately died where he was supposed to be but then again, maybe I'm just too cruel for my good." A girl with long hair and an eyepatch said as she walked together with everyone and try to not appear judgmental although everyone knows that is the case.
"As much as I have disliked him, I'm afraid that I wish it ended with only his death and now we too have to deal with the fallout of that. And as much as I'm awkward with relationships in general, I'm not cruel enough to wish death to someone." A man with white hair looks like he has been sleep-deprived for a long time.
"Sigh... Either way, with the situation as it is right now and how bad things have truly become. I may really don't like to make this request due to my pride as a mage but... Can I rely on you to settle things right and take back our world?" The man with blond hair said to Gudao.
Gudao gives a nod as the group moves past him. When Arnold turned around, he saw only but Gudao himself, none of the fellows that accompany him. By that point does Arnold became confused at what just happened. Was it a trick of the light? An illusion or a delusion that his mind conjured? Or a vision of what could have been instead of the lonesome Master he saw right now?
In the end, there was no satisfactory answer that Arnold could give himself. All he knew is that the conversation before is too genuine to him to be an illusion. And he certainly did not know any of them to deceive himself with false promise.
"Goddamn it... I better find a way to distract myself from this. I'm too much of a bleeding heart for this..." Arnold said as he tried to put on a prompt composure and move on.
He then found himself in front of an art studio after walking for who knows how long. After he thought it would take his mind off what he saw just now, he decided to enter the place only to collide with someone else. It was Abigail William who was carrying a large can of paint with her. Thankfully that nothing has been spilled onto both of them.
"Sorry if I caused you trouble!" Abigail apologized profusely as she tried to avert her gaze from what might be his judgment.
"Uh, nothing... I'm fine, there's nothing you should worry about." Arnold said as he was confused by her sudden apology. It was too seldom when someone replied to him with respect instead of insult before being summoned here.
"Hey there, mister. Are you someone new here because I haven't seen someone like in a while. At least not before I spent my last week just painting things and to see what masterpiece I could conjure". A girl in kimono wielding a massive ink brush said to him.
"Oh, can you tell me what your name is? And I assume that you're an artist?" Arnold said to her as he finds it a bit fascinating by her appearance.
"Right, I forgot... My name is Katsushika Oi, I'm an artist just like how you are seeing right now. The octopus familiar next to me is actually my dad who got turned into this form. Don't question how, mind you." Oi said to Arnold.
"Um... Okay? Can you introduce me to some people here?" Arnold asked as his idea of any of these people is blank at best and assuming at worst.
"Well, by artists, there are a lot more to it than you think. It's not just limited to painting but any form of art you could think of. Much like that Yang Guifei over there playing her mandolin, just don't listen to it closely or you will fall for it. Whether to her power akin to the blazing heat of the sun or just head over heel." Oi said to Arnold as a basic overview.
"Hey, I heard that! But since we are having a newcomer here, I decided to abstain from doing any further, just know that I didn't take what you said kindly." Yang Guifei said from further back.
"Don't take what she said to heart, mind you. Unless you intend to be manipulated like a puppet willingly. Us Foreigners don't actually like each others' presence let alone be in the same room together. Having a superb master like Gudao did wonder, you know." Oi said as she continues her gigantic ink painting on the floor.
"What about that girl in her long-sleeved sweater that I stumbled upon?" Arnold asked as he saw her in a distance away from him in her own little world.
"That girl is Abigail William or known as the Witch of Salem assuming you are well-versed in folk history which I assume not. Being the conduit for Elder Gods, she is surprisingly carefree. But then again, I exist so I don't have any right to say at all." Oi said to Arnold as each stroke of her gigantic brush create a line of unparalleled artistry of its own.
"What about that strange ginger next to her? Is that brush a sunflower?" Arnold said as he looked around more of the studio while Oi continues to explain as she does her own thing.
"That girl with a sunflower for the hat? That's Van Gogh, or at least a representation of him at the least because Foreigner is in fact the impossible class for him due to how aversive his whole being to foreign presence. In fact, did you know that artists are in fact the most susceptible to Elder Gods connection hence why you see the majority of the Foreigners here being artists or art practitioners? Because Van Gogh was so susceptible to it that he had gone to drastic measures to disconnect himself from it that he cut his own ears off. So yeah, not a fun time for him. But if he is summoned properly, he'll be an Alter Ego for his hatred for the force of beyond". Oi said as she remembered her first encounter with Van Gogh. The taints of the Foreign Gods would utterly annihilate anyone and yet few have the ego required to retain their humanity. Yet she somehow felt dirty for Van Gogh for her identity is utterly ravaged to the point of irreversible.
While Oi continues with her work, Arnold noticed a little boy with blonde hair sitting next to Abigail. Then again, nobody knows the Foreigners better than themselves and so another question was asked once again.
"Sorry to bother you but who is that boy next to that girl you mentioned before, the long-armed sweater one I mean". Arnold asked much to the dismay of Oi's wants to continue her painting.
"That boy? Would you believe me that he is not what he appears? That kid funnily enough is an outlier compared to most of us. A Foreigner whose salt was dictated by himself alone, no contract or anything. That's what he is and I appreciate his merits regardless". Oi explained as she looks at the two kids painting on their canvases and appreciate each others' presence.
"So what is he? Don't tell me that he is an outer space horror that my mind will instantly melt if I perceive his true form?" Arnold said with both sarcasm and honesty.
"What? No! You know what, that's on me for leaving it to you in the first place. That kid in actuality is a space probe whose name is Voyager. Do you know what makes him fearfully powerful? It's the fact that everything meaningful that happened on this planet doesn't even leave a damn reading on the cosmic scale. All your friends, nemesis, mortal foes, everything are on this pale blue dot from a far distance. And he simply just spat that on you and left you to a crippling self-existential crisis."
"Wait, that bad? Kids being cruel is far from unheard of but this is something I first heard for myself". Arnold said as he finds it hard to imagine someone like Voyager being straight-up cruel.
"Guess I put this on the wrong term again. He doesn't need to spit it, just needs to show that fact for itself. Because let me tell you something, it is a blessing that humans don't fully grasp the sense of proportions. We live on an island within a pitch-black sea surrounding it, and it was clear that we aren't meant to travel far." Oi said as she explains Voyager in the simplest terms she could have.2
Arnold listened to her explanation and then proceed to approach the two of them. Not the worst feeling he felt considering that he literally faced Alice Demiurge herself. These two kids are far from what he experienced in that fight.
"Uh, hi?" And despite not going into a panic, at first sight. His social skill still has a lot left to be desired since only Alfin is someone with an extensive bond that he has.
"Hi, mister? Are you asking us something?" Abigail answers first upon hearing Arnold's greeting.
"Can I ask about the Voyager boy next to you, seeing how close you are to him?" Arnold asked.
"I see, I haven't seen you before so I assume you are a newcomer here. But out of the place you visit, it is here first. Not that many people come here because of how uneasy our presence often felt because of our Class Container, you know" Abigail said as she finds Arnold's presence intriguing.
"Not the worst feelings I have in times, just to let you know. But still what makes him a Foreigner to you?" Arnold said as he fake coughed to ease the tension.
"Think of everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor, and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam." Abigail paraphrased the quote from Blue Pale Dot of Voyager.
Although Oi has pretty much said it to him before, Voyager's nod is what truly confirmed it for Arnold. The insignificance of humanity and their so-called supremacy is horrifically shattering that people will fall instantly to insanity if they dare fathom it. And honestly, that's how it should be working right now. But because Arnold has literally traversed through the Root itself, it doesn't sound that horrific to him anymore.
"By the way, would you like to paint too? I mean there's not much else to do around here in the studio" Abigail said as she doesn't know for sure how to proceed with this conversation next.
Arnold felt a bit bored and decided to follow with it either way. He was once an artist but with all the crap that goes with it, he has no amount of criticism that will bother him anymore.
After spending roughly 15 minutes at what can be considered a rough pencil sketch, he presents it to both Abigail and Voyager just to see if they like it or not.
"Woah! That's probably the best piece of art that I have seen since being summoned here". Abigail commented on it as she seems genuinely like it.
"If that's the best piece of art that you have ever seen then I'm afraid your standard is too low into the earth. I have no idea how you would find this thing beautiful at all". Arnold said as he tries to deflect Abigail's praise.
"Jeez. Grow a pair and take their praise as much as you take criticism. Better that someone told you something than only thinking that you are forever unworthy of deserved praise." Oi said from the background as she takes a look at the sketch Arnold made.
It's a rudimentary sketch, Oi thought to herself as she inspects it. But, the more she looked at it, the more it felt to her that there should have been something more to it. But then again, nothing is there just like how it is supposed to be. Oi thought that her mind is fucking with her and thus she just dropped it before she get mentally exhausted trying to mind-game with a sketch.
"You know what, I thought that there's nothing more to this sketch other than the fact that it is a sketch. But there's an irking feeling that it is missing something despite the fact that it is as complete as I am concerned." Oi said as she couldn't dare to continue gazing at the sketch for her artist's senses would dare not allow it to go unanswered.
"What is it? Mind if I have a look at it?" The girl with a sunflower hat asked as she approached him out of nowhere.
Arnold simply nodded in surprise as he saw her out of nowhere. As she took the sketch from his hand and looked into it herself, Arnold felt an instinctive warning from his mind that something will quite blow up in his face if he stay here any longer. Silently exiting the studio, he felt the tension start to escalate as Van Gogh examines his sketch with scrutiny.
And then her gaze lands upon on his back as he could feel its piercing cold. Contradict that gaze of her is the voice that followed. It was a kind and reassuring voice but the mind that it came from felt like a complete inversion of it. He doesn't know when he knew how to read people but Van Gogh felt like a goddamn open book of malice with a flowery cover to him.
"Your art is quite... interesting, isn't it?" Van Gogh said to Arnold with kind words.
But Arnold's mind completely brushes away the kind voice, he felt like he is teetering toward the unknown. He knew that Foreigners are often eldritch in power and nature but this kind of dread is completely new to him. Although it is far from the idea of infinity, it is the unknown of her that makes him worry more than necessary.
"Yeah... what is it that you find interesting that mediocre sketch you examined?" Arnold said with a calm voice that completely lies about his turbulent train of thoughts.
"Mediocre? I'm afraid that if what you called mediocrely then perhaps my arts would belong in the trash. All arts that are made are unique and there is no denying it. Much like how your styles and mine differ so I have little judgment to be made about it. Beauty is in the eyes of its beholder after all." Van Gogh said as she looks at the piece of the sketch that Arnold made on a whim.
Arnold knew exactly what Van Gogh would comment about, it is always the emptiness that resides in his and Alfin's arts. The complete but lacking feelings when one gazes into their arts long enough. Those who know exactly what that feeling is will straight up deduce their True Name assuming it was a Holy Grail War. But here, it is probably a mere uncanny effect that flies past most people's minds either way. Most...
"What I find interesting is that your arts carry an uncanny feeling in them. The feeling that something is missing despite clearly not. I would say though, you are clearly more fit along with us than I thought." Van Gogh said with a smile to Arnold.
"Yeah, no way in hell". Arnold thought to himself as he tries to get out of the studio as silently as he could.
As he slowly steps away from the group, Van Gogh called out to him once more. This time is with complete sincerity, no eldritch sensation tainted at all.
"I haven't known your actual name yet. Can you please tell me?" Van Gogh asked as she finds Arnold interesting
Arnold stays silent for a moment. He doesn't know if they react well if he said his True Name or not. That identity of his carries infamy that most people will not tolerate. And yet despite all of what his logic dictates, his conscience told him to be truthful.
"The name is Adolf Hitler. But you can call me Arnold if you want to". Arnold said as he swallows the bitter lump of hesitation.
"Oh, so no wonder why your arts felt so differently empty. It must have been an imprint left behind by your Spirit Origin regardless of how you chose." Van Gogh responded as she finds it more surprising than how it should. And perhaps so much that she didn't care about the name Arnold said to her.
"How strange, I spoke of my true identity to you, and yet you don't seem to react much to it," Arnold said as her unusual calmness by his standard seems to strike an uncanny chord to him.
"That? Believe me, I've seen plenty worse. And besides, we're Chaldeans now. No need to create discord among us whenever we could help". Van Gogh chuckled as she continues to look at the sketch that Arnold made with both scrutiny and admiration.
Arnold can only chuckle as he steps out of the studio. Not the explosion as in a literal but perhaps he has created what is essentially a forbidden relationship. And now those Foreigners are now interested in him, he'll meet them many times more across his service in Chaldea. And seeing just how out of the world they can be, perhaps the Class Name that they have is not too wrong, to say the least.
"Welp... Guess that Alice is probably gonna have some new friends..." Arnold said beneath his breathing as he dreads the tomorrow that may involve them.
The sound of commotion soon falls silent as he continues his aimless wandering.
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Once Upon a Time
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"This place is..." Alice said to herself after she made it to the location that BB told her. Suspicious? Maybe... But she prefers to get down to things while it could then stay ignorant and turn a blind eye to things.
The place she made it to is a pitch dark room where she can't even make sense of what is what and where is where. This kind of pitch-black darkness struck her in a way that isn't fear but rather suspicion of something hiding.
Then the door that brought light to this room utterly shut with a loud slam before Alice even realized what is going on. And then, the whole place shines brightly to the point that the verse "May there be light" may be an accurate representation of it.
"Welcome to BB Channel!" BB said cheeringly with a mischievous smile as loud sitcom music blasted from nowhere to be seen.
"So you invite me here to make a laughing stock out of me?" Alice said as she doesn't feel anything particularly receptive to this turn of events.
"What? No! Teasing is my specialty but actually humiliating someone I just met is out of line for me. No, I'm here to talk about something else, you know already, right?" BB said with a smile on her face.
"Are you recording our conversations? Because this copious amount of cameras and voice-recorders in here seemingly made it clear that you are recording." Alice said as she reads BB's ever-constantly sweating as she tries to dig her way out of that question.
"Hah, this is BB Studio. Obviously that there are going to be cameras and recorders. Because otherwise, what's the point of a studio anyway?" BB said as she thought of what could be a perfect response to deflect that question.
Alice gazed into the recording equipment in the room. BB did hide well the fact that the thing is indeed in function from an outside look but she could feel its fluctuation ever going without direct examination. Even then, who would care about their conversations? Some harsh critics or drama queens? Those who would call themselves connoisseurs of soap operas?
But Alice could hardly even care, she is here for something else entirely. It is about what BB is and the relationship between Master Gudao and her that seems more than your standard platonic relationship.
"So, what's your deal with Master Gudao? And it seems that your infatuation goes beyond just of Servant-Master but of a spouse who is about to marry their partner". Alice said her assessment that she made earlier from the interaction between BB and Master at any given moment before. She knew that what she asks is not infallible but it is certainly the best clue she has.
"Hahaha... Straight to the point, isn't it? Ain't nothing wrong with that because what you said... is wholly correct." BB chuckles as she said her admit faster than how it was. But that doesn't mean she is willing to admit defeat yet.
"To be fair, to say that I have ownership of him is still wrong for there are plenty of people who are more powerful or have some niche that I just can't compare. And let me tell you, they don't fall head over heels for him less than me thus making this competition for his affections." BB said as she seems to be more in-tune with herself when she talks about her Master.
"But may I ask what makes him really special to you?" Alice asked as she have heard of one of the reasons back at the summoning chamber.
"Didn't I already tell you about that?" BB said as she seems no longer concerned about everything else.
"That was a basic gloss over. You did invite me for a more thorough questioning, did you?" Alice said as she wanted to know more about BB although deep inside, she knew BB won't give a straight answer based on her personality.
BB chuckled, as her eyes turn red. With a sadistic glee on her face, the shadow that she cast on the ground suddenly grew larger and become more alive than how it should have. Alice however doesn't feel any urgency for she has gazed unto the infinity of time and still remains sane, this childish attempt at intimidation from BB is probably much like how peek-a-boo would work as well on a prepared adult.
But still, she can't deny the eldritch animosity and atmosphere that slowly become more twisted as each second passes. She could feel the air around her become stiffer and suddenly become stagnant. This sensation... she knew what it is...
"If you wanted to know, then prove yourselves to me that you have the means to overcome this power of mine". BB said as her appearance changed into an obviously monstrous yet somehow encompassingly beautiful.
"Temporal manipulation? Heh... Two could play that game". Alice said as her so unchanging face finally cracked a smile. A faint and so subtle smile that almost no one could tell at a first glance.
Alice's hair turns from a pale blonde into a color of pale azure. The celestial tiara appeared as its centerpiece jewel shone brightly to the point that it banished BB's shadow away from her. The old maid dress that she wore turned into the garment of god, much like how she has appeared when Arnold and Alfin have finally come to confront her at the tower at the world's end.
"I have read over some of your power but to think that yours could truly rival mine. Very well, I wouldn't accept any less than this!" BB said with a gleeful smile as the blood-red scythe rose from her shadow as if it was a pile of mucky waste that could dissolve anyone unfortunate enough to fall into it.
Reality froze and turned into a field of nothingness unto the horizon. Normally, nothing could move while it is under Alice's domain, but BB is too built-different to give a damn about it. And yet instead of taking her actions, she decided to just stand there floating while Alice summon her weapon of choice.
"Akashic Record..." Alice muttered as something started to form. An azure cavalry saber that Alfin has also created, a blade so encompassingly powerful that it can only exist in this frozen time. Even BB could feel its presence overwhelming despite what godly unknown that BB has incorporated into her Spirit Origin.
"Interesting, so that's what you chose to fight me? A sword? That just it?" BB said with a sneering smile as if to provoke Alice.
"It has done meaningful damage to me at my most powerful, it will do the same to you". Alice said calmly as she wields it as if the thing is a part of her own that is long forgotten.
"Very well, let's see if you really earn that right to speak to me like that". BB said as she exerts her true power over the realm of nothingness.
Two power of immeasurable collides with one another. The force was so much that the nothingness shattered by the abyss and the abyss shattered by nothingness and ad infinitum. As the abyss and nothingness continue to overlap and stack upon one another in a non-euclidean manner, it soon becomes something that is very much akin to the primordial chaos of the universe as it was born.
Landing upon the largest chunk of the stable shard of reality that managed to somehow escape the chaos unscathed. Alice stands right at the center while BB lands in front of her. Two figures of power that stretch beyond the realm of this world looked at each other with fierce and raw determination. This is quite literally a final boss material in video game terms.
"You will never be alive to hear of it!" BB yelled as if that was actually the most embarrassing secret she has.
Alice has an idea from what BB just said but now, it is the time to battle against what can possibly be called, an Elder God.
Words of God: For this part, play Final Battle - Ys I & II Chronicles
Right in the first instant, Alice lunged toward BB with a speed immeasurable. Their first clash shook the foundation of this mess of what used to be the reality even more than how it should. The chaos stirred violently as the area they clashed soon shattered into oblivion, leaving behind an absolute void or [redacted] that straight up erase anything misfortunate enough to go into it. That's literally the power of an unstoppable force versus an immovable object. Two infinity that clash resulted in the annihilation of anything that was in between.
Both of them saw what just happened but their minds were focused on the battle itself. BB could fly and thus this [redacted] has no bearing on her at all. Alice tried to fly but for some reason, she couldn't at all. Her connection to the "Akashic Record" is severely hampered by the chaos thus this blade is the only thing that still has a connection to it. And thus stuck at this disadvantage, she has to make do with what she has.
Alice makes a mad dash once more as she swung her azure saber at BB just as she swung her red-blood scythe at Alice in turn. It clashed once more and another [redacted] was just created in the place of their clash. The longer the battle goes on, the chaotic clumps of shattered reality rain down upon them destroying the piece of reality that the battle between them rages on.
Both Alice's and BB's minds are running on overdrive as this battle will definitely turn this whole broken realm into a literal nothing. While this whole battle may appear like a war of attrition where they will whittle each other down until they couldn't keep up anymore. That is particularly true for some parts but however... when your powers are written in multiple exponentials, it will only take one blow to end everything. Because of that, it is more correct to describe this whole battle as a search for a decisive strike.
Alice starts to become more desperate as she shows visible signs of exhaustion and wounds upon her almost pristine white skin. BB however isn't faring any better as she starts to feel the effect of Alice's azure saber very clearly. Clear gashes across her body from those near succeeding blows of Alice did a number on her and thus even BB herself didn't expect Alice to fight this hard in begin with.
Manifesting a gigantic flail from the eldritch power she obtained, she spun it around fast and then swung it downward toward Alice was supposed to be. But then again, didn't help at all on the fact that Alice is often too fleet-footed that the crossfire from the chaos around did more damage than BB actually did to her. Getting hit by the chaotic clutter of broken reality fragments gonna hurt like a bitch that can't be denied at all.
The ironic thing about this whole fight is that no actually uses their temporal manipulation at all because there is literally no time left to manipulate. The reality as it is have been destroyed so thoroughly to the point time itself lost its function. This is just a battle between two girls who fought for each other secrecy in what is literally still existing in what's left of the mess they created.
At this point, BB just wants this fight to end. Not even the Sakura 5 she created fighting together against her was more tedious than Alice's mere persistence itself. If there is a prime example of determination for Servants, Alice definitely stood there as one. The piece of stable reality that they fought on now reduced to merely the size of Alice herself. As this fight draws near to its climax, Alice lunged toward BB for the final time. And BB this time is too much in delirium from the mere tiredness and tedium to even bother putting up her guard again.
"Tsk... Whatever happen happens" BB can only mutter as the azure saber draw nears.
The blade of the azure saber rend through her figure and as soon as that happened, the battlefield that was stood for their conflict also vanished afterward. When their senses finally recover, they were staring up at the ceiling lights while sprawling all over the ground. Alice can still feel the phantom pain that lingers from the reality shards that slashed into her though. But BB was far worse, she could feel that burning agony spreads throughout where that azure saber of her made a clear strike.
"Sike... I yield... You win that one for sure..." BB said as she couldn't even dare to pick herself up.
"May I ask where you got that power from? Because I don't think it belongs to you in the first place?" Alice said as she finally has the chance to voice her suspicion after their clash.
"Oh, that one is Nyarlathotep or something... I think he is gonna be miffed that I still lose to you despite using his power. Eldritch power isn't something to win against you know?" BB said that a bit of agony can be detected in how she spoke.
"So Elder Gods huh?... Guess that is another checkmark off the bucket list of things to beat while being godly I guess?" Alice attempts to humor while breathing heavily from their previous conflict.
The silence between the two of them stood for a while before being broken by BB.
"I don't think Nyarly takes that L lightly, Miss Overwhelmingly Divine". BB said as she heard some voice inside her head. Those kinds would drive a normal person insane while it just stood as a formal complaint to BB at worst.
"Cool, tell him that I could have a rematch with him if he wants to". Alice said as if she knows no fear.
"Too bold, miss. Too bold for that temperament of yours". BB said as she was honestly not sure who is gonna win that fight if it ever come.
"So about what you wanted to speak to me, is it that much of a secret that you want to fight tooth and nail for it?" Alice asked as she wonders why it has to devolve to this for a question.
"Guess that I was just being overdramatic huh? Like as if I didn't spill the bean already before. Very well, let me tell you about my honeymoon with Master Gudao because honestly if there is anything I wish to carry over to my next existence, that would probably be it". BB said as she reminisced about the long past days.
"You already know just how much I and Gudao are being similar to each other, right? About the burden of being the sole saviors of humanity in this emergent time. And how that weight will crush anyone regardless of how strong-willed they are. That one used to get me until long before now but it did. And Master Gudao is seemingly going through one right now. Just no amount of persuasion would do him to just drop his duty". BB said with a sad voice as if she has attempted that once.
"Interesting, mind telling me about it will you?" Alice asked as she hasn't heard of something like this.
"You see, I did this in mind because of a chance of teasing him, didn't think that I would get this far though, and never thought I would become his wife at all. Even Nyarly was there and it took a different kind of courage and madness to go into hell willingly and without regret. And I was dumbfounded when he did so wholeheartedly that I just can't back down otherwise, there were some sorts of dignity in it that I have to follow you know?" BB said as she still continues to lie on the ground even if the pain has long subsided.
Alice chose to remain silent, this story has no need for commentary and it should never be.
"And honestly, nothing is quite as amusing when you're sitting on the moon with your other half while beneath down there on earth is a mad race of those who self-selected as the perfect partner of their Master to 'rescue' him. Although I'm pretty sure that the aftermath is something entirely new story otherwise it is interesting just how much one's emotions can be intensified. Just like that one certain "Kiyohime" that goes scorched earth just to find her "Anchin", at this point in the story? Who cares". BB said as she continues to reflect on the story to Alice.
Vivid images play out in Alice's mind. Although some imagination is required because many Servants that BB mentions aren't met by Alice herself yet but she felt so involved in this story that she is just oh so willing to listen to it from start to end. Hours passed and yet the meticulous details in her storytelling paint a masterpiece that she can't help but feel as if being in it in its moments.
Quite needless to say what happened near the end. Like how a good romance story that is worth their salts are supposed to have. Or that more suitable for smutty erotic.
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Striking The Demon Down
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A man in US uniform walks around the hallway, is Desmond Doss wearing a weary sigh on his face. Beside him is that Finnish who is wearing a white coat over him is Larry Thorne who is strangely okay with this turn of events. They don't know how much time has passed from their perspective but here was two weeks at worst. Eternity was a slap on the wrist for what has happened to them back in that Singularity.
"You know, it's good that we're under one proper banner right now. No more of that Allies and Axis of WW2 anymore. Not that I prefer to dwell in such an era of bloodshed either way." Desmond said as he uses his two hands to hold the back of his head. Whether in boredom or just plain tiredness from early summoning.
"Honestly though, I expected a lot more scorning just from how much of my fucked-up mental faculty and racism but if Hitler of all things can get a pass then why shouldn't I? Just where is the line where they call as evil in the first place?" Larry said as he shrugs.
"There is literal evil fox goddess in this place. I would wager that the line is pretty far up there beyond us." Desmond said as he tries to make a conversation about something just so his mind don't wander to the far end.
"The capacity human has to tolerate evil. How sweet to know of this man-made knowledge full of horror beyond comprehension." Larry said as he seemingly understood it more than how he wished to admit it.
Then they just have the misfortune to come across the goddess they were talking about right after they just talk about it. They were so deep in their own thought and conversation that they just ignored her. And honestly, that evil fox goddess wouldn't even care if they bad-mouthed her or ignore her but both at the same time is a demand to be personally purged for their sins.
Koyanskaya looked at them with a glare as they walk past her. Forming two pebbles in her hand, she ignited them to the point that they become searing hot like meteors within re-entry. She flung those two pebbles right on their heads, squarely without even needing to check for where she throws. As those blows knock them all out without resistance, Koyan simply moves on as if she has no responsibility for what just happened to them. Now that she thinks about it, it may not necessarily be her but rather Tamamo but... who cares for the deed is done and that is on her.
Her figures slowly disappear away from the scene of the crime, leaving the two men to their fate of whatever befalls. IF luck would have it, they would be where they are before. But... Certain someone just has to come across them and needless to say, hell was probably preferable to whatever may come next.
Hours later... Desmond slowly opens his eyes. He sees himself lying on the bed with a white sheet covering his body. It seems somebody has sent them here for resting and Desmond was thankfully that. He was... until he discovered that he is practically bonded to the bed itself when he tries to stand up. And now in further retrospection, this bed is a hospital bed.
Right next to him was Larry but he doesn't seem to be waking up at all. His eyes are closed but the expression screams of a nightmarish confrontation that he is fighting with every ounce of his being. It distresses Desmond to no end but the restraint that bound him here for some reason overpowers even the Servant. Just who is it that has enabled this kind of horrifying idea?
And then, a figure in red entered the room. The door behind shut as if this is an experiment lab instead of an infirmary. An unnerving atmosphere spreads around that Desmond doesn't want to admit defeat to it even if otherwise. Then the red figure approaches Larry's bed and looked at him with an expression that strikes fear in anyone's heart.
"So this is the dishonorable patient that spouts lies and trash wherever he goes. And like how all illness is treated, it must always be at the cause!" The nurse in red yelled loudly as if Desmond wasn't even there.
The nurse instantly shoves her fist straight into Larry's mouth and gives him a rude awakening. Larry's first action upon being awakened is to scream loudly which is probably everyone's first option if it happened to them. And then with a forceful gesture, she ripped out Larry's tongue with no remorse as blood starts to spurt out of the ripped tongue.
Larry started to scream louder in agony and so is too Desmond upon seeing the horror done upon his friend. But Larry's scream was so much louder than his makes Desmond sound like a bitch. No sense in comparing each other's suffering when lives are on the line though!
To make the matter even worse, the nurse grabbed Larry by his throat. Larry's mind quickly tried to reach back for its grasp on logic and reasoning but against the overwhelming fear that the nurse puts on, he is simply unable to do anything but scream in fear and horror.
The nurse's grip on his throat started to tighten, Larry realized just that the nurse is going to rip his vocal cords off to silence him once and for all. Desmond also noticed this too as he quickly tried to break out of the bound but was unsuccessful. But hearing his friend's plea for help, he would never allow himself to stay put and do nothing. He must do something, anything at all!
He is a pacifist who has sworn off violence but he has no need for personal violence to deal with this. And thus he decided to muster all of his might to lunge at the nurse even if he is still bound to the hospital bed. While he can't break off the bound, the bed thankfully isn't bolted to the ground because otherwise, he may just literally rip the floor that the bed was bolted into for extra force.
While the nurse is slowly digging her fingers into Larry's vocal cords, her focus on it has made her unaware of the bed that is about to collide with her. And when she did, the bed instantly hit her in the face and collides with many other beds, and wreak havoc upon the place. Larry then took advantage of this situation and immediately flips his bed to the side away from the nurse in red so that he could buy more time to break out of this situation.
When the havoc died down, the nurse rose up from the piles of bed while holding up the one that Desmond was bound to above her. She then immediately threw his towards the wall opposite of her with such amount of force that it straight up caved the bed into it. As Desmond is still bound to the bed, he looked at the nurse's face and expression and felt a tinge of familiarity.
He then remembers back during his training in the medic regiment back in the military. He often heard about her before, he even see her portrait during the written test. And yet he can help but feel nothing about her like the one he learned about.
"Nightingale". Desmond muttered in the dilemma of whether he should feel glad that he met her or dishonorable that she looked so distant from the image he once idolized.
A glare pierced into Desmond himself. It seems that she doesn't even see her patients as people at all anymore. The distance between what Desmond once idolized and the person in front widened even more. They did say to beware who your idols but this even brings it home more to the point. The foremother of modern medicare? The way she puts herself on is nothing like it at all.
"I see... I used to wish that I could have seen you but now not so much anymore. Do what you may but I will never capitulate against you!" Desmond yelled loudly to completely divert Nightingale's attention fully to him.
And so Nightingale's response is of course with a cluster stick grenade with its pin pulled thrown at him with force unprecedented. Desmond expected her to come close and personal but he quickly adjusted by forcefully spinning himself and the bed in its extension followed. The grenade detonated from impact as Desmond used the bed itself to shield himself from it. The bound itself still remains but the bed was destroyed to smithereens and thus he managed to break himself free of it. The restraint was made with the bed in its idea.
Desmond stood up although the force of the cluster grenade also smashed him into the wall once more it is far preferable to what would happen if he were still bound to the thing. What dreaded thoughts running through Nightingale's mind that may vivisect or lobotomize him for the mere sake of it. But now he has the ground to fight back on, he will make it worth it even if it will be his end.
Before he even opened his mouth, Nightingale is already a few steps ahead of him wielding the hospital bed like a club and the following second have him smashed with it and tossed across the room with enough force to create a sonic boom and tossed this already chaotic room into even more chaotic mess it is. Now murder is definitely not off the table anymore.
Even in such a daze, Desmond got on his feet and evaded another downward swing of the bed into the floor. As the pure-white tiles of the floor pulverized into shrapnel and tore the room apart even more. As his fleeting footsteps approach Larry and he quickly tries to undo the knot that bound him to his bed. But doing so while a literal psychotic nurse on the bent to murder you is near impossible and thus he decided to resort to this one trick.
"Sorry, Larry!" Desmond said as he stood on the edge of the flipped bed.
Nightingale rushes over with another primed cluster grenade in her hand, Desmond quickly used Larry's bed as a shield and baits her into breaking Larry free from hostage. And just as much as he expected, a large explosion followed shattering the bed that hold him. As Desmond immediately ran away from Nightingale, Larry, fortunately, got away from her before she noticed him. He by the way grabbed his ripped tongue from the floor and quickly search for a way to break out of this accursed lab.
The first thing he did however is to get to the metal-shuttered door and slam upon it trying to break it physically but much like the bounding clothes used against them, it is even much harder with a damn metal shutter enchanted to the same degree. He slams his fist repeatedly against it while yelling loudly in all kinds of slurs and calling for help with whatever his vocal cords could accentuate without his tongue. But that obviously didn't work and the one that he has to fall back on is to fight against the nurse that made him suffer like this in the first place.
A brief silence went through his mind and then a final accord of acceptance. His expression contorted to rage as he turned around and rushes toward Nightingale with such speed that he is quite nothing but a blur. And as Nightingale was about to attack Desmond once more, a punch landed sharply on her face and she was taken aback by it. So consumed by her own madness that it would take a literal haymaker to the face to notice him.
Blood drips from Larry's mouth from where his tongue was ripped away. But that agony ain't any worse than having his friend suffer on his behalf. Desmond... he is too good for the cruel business that is called Servants.
Larry quickly picks up his pace and begins to brawl all-out against Nightingale and even she seems to know of what Larry is attempting. As the two of them duke it out in whatever means of violence they could think of. They were too close in proximity to use guns without the others disarming and batting them away from each other. Desmond took advantage of Larry taking his turn to distract Nightingale, he quickly try to find his way to get whatever would unlock the door from Nightingale.
But there is one thing that both of them could probably realize way before but by the time they did took notice, it is far gone for them.
Larry managed to dominate Nightingale by restraining both her legs and hands. Taking this moment, Desmond quickly comes toward them to take anything that will get them out of here. However, Larry noticed that Nightingale is brandishing something with a quick motion of her hand. In an immediate panic, Larry told Desmond to get away but it was too late. Something slashed through his hand and his domination on Nightingale ended swiftly, Desmond who would rather save his friend than abandon him just because he said so quickly come also ended up being caught in the crossfire as something slashes a long streak across his face, and his left eye.
It was too quick, the battle plan they built fall apart as Larry realized not even his hands are connecting to his arms anymore. Then a deep stab pierced straight into his gut and ripped across his chest. Before all of this pain registered, a final kicked burst through the gaping wound that was inflicted before he flew across the room in a fashion of a fountain of blood.
His body sprawls across the floor. Everything sensation was burning and searing straight into his mind. Breathing becomes near impossible as his mind is overwhelmed to the point any stimuli were turned beyond eleven. And then everything hits him at once. What has truly happened to him... As the bloodstained demon that wears angel skin approaches his heaping body, a final slash rends across his neck and it all ends there for him.
Nightingale stood there in front of her kill. With a bloody scalpel that is completely doused in blood and her hand completely died in his essence. Understanding of Human Anatomy. The fact that they went with going melee against her was the fatal mistake that she humors them before graciously shattering their hopes. It has all just a ploy for her. Nothing but a deception.
Larry went out like a bitch... If anyone were to see her actions just now, they would assume that she is a sadistic bitch but the dull and uncaring expression is far more unnerving than if there is anything there. Larry wasn't even worth a damn to her. Just a piece of trash she intended to dispose of.
But... she has forgotten something. Someone else she thought would be easy prey for her to finish off. If there's any proverb that said anything about the danger she just did upon herself it would be this. A moonless night, a stormy sea, and the wrath of a gentle person.
Words of God: For this part, play Striking The Demon Down (Grilled Cover) - Revenge T.U.E
Desmond stood up, completely overwhelmed by the realization that his friend just died in front of him. And the killer is about to do unto him the same. Desmond tried to fall back but the weight upon his own heart drags him down to the point he didn't realize that his legs has nearly frozen in place from both fear and stress. And before he could force his body to do anything, a slash cuts across his right arm nearly severing it.
With the jolt of agony blasting into his mind, his legs finally move in an emergency as he tried to hold back the profuse bleeding that resulted from it. But there is no escape anymore, this is the end for him. This room will be his grave and that's what he is destined to be. However...
He has finally run out of mercy.
The scalpel swung at him once more, aiming to kill him swiftly. However, something has completely deflected that attack. The light within the room suddenly shut down and all left pitch black. The emergency light turned on but in front of her is no longer of an injured prey but instead...
It's a fierce predator fighting bitterly against the rules of nature.
Desmond's left eye starts to glow red with bitter hatred, leaving behind a wisp that seems to linger. His left arm is wielding the severed right arm of his with a clear gash that the scalpel cut through. His face turned into a fierce yet determined expression yet carried a bitter sorrow and solemn furrow. The blood that flows from what was once his right eye form into a stream of bloody tears.
Something sharp burst from the 'severed right arm' of his turning it into a fleshy sword yet with a sharp glint that was impossible to measure.
"The only atonement you shall have... is your demise," Desmond said with an ominous undertone that struck fear unto the strongest of will.
The scalpel swung hard at him once more. Nightingale has little to no care about the man she is about to kill. But with a simple motion, Desmond bashed the scalpel out of her hand straight into the wall more than deep enough to never be retrieved.
"This is your end". Desmond said as he points his sword at Nightingale.
The many pieces of furniture behind him started to float up before hurling themselves at her with blistering speed. Nightingale immediately bashes them away with her fist although struggling because of the sheer force and intensity that is conjured against her. And as they start to pile up at her, Desmond still holding his sword at her while starting to reminiscence about the time he spent with his friend before the abrupt end that now forever separates them.
Every small moment, the times he fought to secure his allies, the times he deliberately paint a target on himself so that his friends can get away safely but with each moment passes hatred started to corrupt those once beautiful memories of his, he decided to eviscerate all of them so that nothing will hold him back anymore. From this point onward, he is not Desmond anymore. He is now someone else.
The bloodstained blade made from his severed arm of his then shreds those memories of his like scissors through photos. All of them are torn and rend apart until they are no longer discernable which parts once belong to which.
After which he then lunges towards Nightingale with such unseen speed among the pieces of furniture that were hurled toward her. Unable to foresee such a sudden change of his, Desmond immediately stabbed her in the gut and the momentum continues to push them forward as they crash through the wall of the lab itself and only stop at the wall behind it. Even then, such force was still so tremendous that it caved the wall in severely.
As Desmond pulls the sword out to slay the demon once and for all, Nightingale focused all her might and kicked Desmond where it would hurt the most. The force behind it is still unbelievably massive that he flew straight through the hole he made before and a loud crash was heard soon afterward. Taking advantage of the situation, Nightingale tried to drag herself out through the hallway.
She cursed beneath her breath as she thought of how this whole operation of disposing of those two was supposed to be quick and easy and now things suddenly turned for the worse for her. She has turned a pacifist into a psychopathic murderer and the prices of what she did won't be small nor could it be avoided from being tolled.
The wall behind her suddenly collapsed as Desmond burst through it, still wielding that bloodstained sword made from his severed arm and sheer hatred. Marred by death and misery wrought upon by his legend and the final tipping scales that burst the dam being the death of his friend. He stood there with his gaze locked upon that demon for destroying all of what was left that he held dear.
For in what's left of his twisted mind, atonement and vengeance have intertwined into one.
He runs toward her with all the strength left he could muster. Ignoring the overwhelming agonizing torment coursing through every fiber of his being as he continues his head-long rush toward Nightingale.
Nightingale sees how persistent he is. She has decided to use her Noble Phantasm, out of all the things she ended have to use it on, it was a pacifist. The sheer irony of the situation shudders her but she has to end this now. What it does is that it cease all the violence going on in any area. No one has any more aggression, no status affecting ability will function. It will all return to normal. That's what she thought.
And so she stood her ground while chanting her Noble Phantasm, trying to ignore that Desmond is getting closer and closer to her.
"Treatment, start."
"I will abstain from everything that is harmful and everything that is poisonous. I will stop them with all my strength and guide everybody to happiness!"
"Nightingale Pledge!"
The giant white angel holding a greatsword appeared right behind her. The more correct term would be Goddess of White Clothes of Steels. But the action she did before renders all of that a completely moot point. As Desmond quickly approaches her, the angel in white swings the blade down upon him. With the activation of her Noble Phantasm, all hostility will cease on the spot. Swords will drop, bombs will dud themselves, and all firearms will jam themselves. It would be what's obviously happening but... Nightingale felt that she isn't even out of the woodwork yet.
The swing of the angel's greatsword raised a cloud of dust in the aftermath. In both of the celestial clouds of dust and rubbles, but when they finally die down, Nightingale realized that her Noble Phantasm effects didn't take place at all.
Desmond... he is literally blocking the angel's greatsword with the blood sword arm of his. And something about the blade of his sword is changing. The blade itself... is larger than before
Before Nightingale could follow up, Desmond lets out a loud shout that shook the atmosphere briefly. He then starts to muster even more of his strength to force his way through the angel while Nightingale starts to bolster it even more to force activation of her Noble Phantasm. The two locked gaze against one another and yet this moment will only last mere seconds. The outcome will be swiftly decided the moment any of them falter.
A mere fraction of a second, that's all any of them has and Desmond saw something... Not as in a physical sense but rather... his mind perceived something. What's left of it...
The greatsword rends through but it was unclear which was which. Desmond? Nightingale? But in the end, it doesn't matter anymore.
As the ether dusts clear away. Nightingale stood as if the victory was on her side. As she then moves away, a foreboding presence lingers behind her.
"Impossible". Nightingale's pupils constrict as her Noble Phantasm is supposed to eliminate all hostility and yet this feeling of dread just can't be put down no matter what.
Standing there from a distance as the hazy dust clears away, is still Desmond holding on to the greatsword that his severed arm has become. Tears of blood still flow no matter what as he still slowly move towards her as the greatsword carves a line behind. And yet his expression turned toward something more sorrowful as if there's something deep down go further than just hatred and vengeance. That's when Nightingale realized.
Even if she removes the will to fight, she can't remove his will to protect. What he is protecting is the last shred of dignity that he has for his old friend and himself. And most importantly, to protect her from what he is going to do to her. The man in front of her is no longer Desmond anymore, just a husk driven from his quest for atonement. Atonement for his inability to save his friend even when he was there in front of him and now torn from doing more harm than it is or making her suffer her ultimate penance.
Her Noble Phantasm has no effect for whatever against it was used on. It was a gamble that she intended for her sure-fire escape but now so dwindled on power due to using it. If anything, she has shot herself in the foot with that maneuver.
She tried to run faster but the moment she did, Desmond's body did the same. No matter what she tried, she can't outrun him at all. The distance between them slowly shorten itself as she tried to run but his wail for atonement got louder and more audible is slowly cracking any form of hope that she may get out alive.
Then, she felt something is about to get closer. Her body moved itself to the side as the shockwave of the slash that Desmond pulled on her nearly bisected her in half.
"Before my last breath, I will welcome you with me to hell where we shall belong!" Desmond's voice contorted into something abyssal as if it no longer belong to him.
He becomes immeasurably faster. Nightingale for the first time felt such primal fear that through the Madness Enhancement that she shouted in fear. That no amount of madness could prepare her for such horrible consequences.
The greatsword through sheer loathing starts to twist itself even more. As its form morphed for the final time into the great scythe, the mere force to swing it along with the resulting attack that it unleashed was so colossal that the hallway twisted and turn just from the one-handed swing of the scythe alone. The force completely toppled Nightingale over and Desmond already tower over her with his remaining arm holding the scythe right above his head.
With nothing left to say, he unleashes his punishment upon Nightingale. One slash and yet the might of its display completely contradicts the motion he did. A swift motion yet unleashes thousands upon thousands of slashes all overlap and are near-instantaneous. Soon, Desmond looked down upon where his victim was and it was nothing but a bloody splatter. But it was precisely it that Desmond finally awoke himself out of his own nightmare.
The scythe disappeared and what's left behind is just his severed arm. He looked in the horror at what he did and realized that he killed someone. He... he has destroyed everything that makes who he is. The horrific revelation starts to settle in and now he has no chance of redeeming himself. He has become anthemic to his being and will never live down to who he is now.
He collapsed to his knee in front of the blood splatter that he made himself. He closed his eyes thinking about how much he has fallen to this low. Then he comes to his term, this will be where he ends. His vow to abstain from violence has been broken and now he will face himself against his ultimate penitence.
Meanwhile, Nightingale who for some reason didn't die from the brutal evisceration that Desmond inflicted upon her is screaming in agony with her non-existence mouth. She is feeling the pain of thousands of magnitude from what Desmond's blood scythe did to her and now she wishes for the sweet release of death. But unfortunately, nobody will find her because she is now a splatter on the ground which most people would skip or regard her as dead. Ironically that no matter how physically powerful his strength is, Desmond will never kill anyone at all although death is probably mercy compared to what he did to her.
Desmond looked back at the back of his hand, noticing the last thing he could probably do. The Command Seals are now reduced to 1 from all the intensive battles and close calls before. Now it is a near useless utility at this point since Desmond will most likely not gonna get out of here.
"By the power of my Command Seals... I-" Desmond is about to say before everything suddenly ceases.
Turns out... all of these were bygone dreams of the past. Something that has happened many times during his summon in various other Holy Grail Wars. Sometimes his old friend is summoned with him and sometimes the situation develops so much out of control that it is certain someone won't come out the same. Desmond once many times has dreams like these and often isn't a good experience. His being so woefully weak compared to other legends having him pit against a battle of Goliath is a common similarity.
And this... this is one of the few times that Desmond became his own anathema. War is cruel and its participant can even be crueler for people's greatest wish can sometimes be the darkest desire ever fathomed.
Desmond woke up in a cold sweat as he seems to be in an infirmary of sorts. Larry is on the bed beside him and seemingly at peace more than how he should be. Quickly checking himself, Desmond lets out a sigh of relief when he isn't bound to anything at all. And from that sigh, he turned to cry himself ugly because he couldn't dare to confront such a situation again. No matter how powerful he may become with it, it is not him at all and never will be.
Larry also woke up and seemingly seems calmer than Desmond is. Realizing that his buddy got into a nightmare again, he decided to just stand up and hug his friend until he calms down. Not the best course of action but what does a grizzled soldier have for a traumatized friend of his?
"So... You got that bad dream again?" Larry asked as he finds it strange just what is it would get Desmond of all things traumatized?
"Yeah, I... I just don't want to see it again..." Desmond said as he sobs at Larry.
"It's fine now... Let us depart from here. No man is stalwart enough against the unforgiving tides of time. Given enough and any structure will collapse from erosion. It's just how things work and it is in our duty to ever strive for the betterment of oneself." Larry said as he cringes a little inside because he never said anything as cheesy as this before.
Both of them left the room as it is then moving on to the hallway. Wondering just what is it that knocked them out in the first place. Perhaps it was that evil fox goddess that they said before but they probably will never know for sure.
And while they are walking away in a better mood. Asclepius was behind them carrying a concerned expression.
"How should I tell them what happened?" Asclepius thought to himself of what happened when they were out or more exactly, unaware.
And behind him is a mess even worse than what's seen in Desmond's dream. It turns out that when Desmond was knocked out by Koyanskaya, his anathema was kicked in probably because of what has happened in his previous summoning. One time knocked out and he saw his friend die in front of him and thus his body kicked into high gear even if he is unconscious.
Needless to say that Koyanskaya will never pull that move again. Especially when she saw death in the face itself and was probably scared beyond belief even if she is supposedly far stronger than him.
"By the way, how should we explain to Sion about the Bounded Fields that hold the Wandering Sea in its place? Desmond's forceful activation of his Noble Phantasm despite its nullification has stretched the thing nearly to the brink and I'm afraid that if we can't find a good reason to excuse it, we probably face some punishment for sure." Medea said as she approaches him from behind.
"Just tell her the truth... Whatever happens, happens". Asclepius said in resignment that a modern Servant just through sheer trauma awakened a power that surpassed everyone's wildest imagination.
A Chaldean's work just never is done.
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Snow White Swan
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"Hey, watch carefully with that move!" Simo said to Anastasia as she tried to pull a tricky figure skating move.
It's been a little while since Simo was summoned and strangely enough, Anastasia takes a liking to him almost instantly ever since. Much like many Servants here who have their social circles remain small at most, Simo being one that Anastasia felt like being close to is nothing short but a real surprise.
"Don't worry, it's not like it's my first attempt either!" Anastasia said as she then tries it again.
Simo sighed. He's not too well-known in terms of being romantic. He's just simply a guy who lived day by day and fought the best he could with his skills. His being here and summoned is honestly too out of the realm for him when compared to many other Servants in the fray here. But then again, if his duty is called, he will not deny it.
But then again, it's the downtime that he genuinely doesn't know how to deal with. A few hours is okay but literal days or weeks with almost nothing to do on hand is too out for him. And he knew that he dare taunt fate about it, it will plunge this Chaldea into another chaos and he will probably self-blaming even if he has nothing to do with it.
He turned his mind away from the conundrum the made for himself and just enjoy the moment for it is. It was dumb of his to be too mindful for his good.
This empty storeroom hasn't been used for a long while and it seems to be going that way for an even longer time. Because of that, Anastasia took advantage of it and used it as an ice rink for her to try. She also invited Simo for some reason although even he knew the actual reason. Most people don't come here either way so it was their behind-the-door thing that they enjoy.
Simo puts on his skating shoe which was made from snow and ice formed by Anastasia's magecraft. Not most comfortable for sure but it's strangely effective for what it was made for. Then, he joins her in the skating. Even until now, he is still awkward with it and mostly compensates with his skills in place of techniques but she still finds his presence welcoming even if he is mostly bumbling around.
"So, do you enjoy the time here?" Anastasia asked as she approaches Simo.
"Kinda, yeah... I skied through snow mountains but skating on ice is too new for me. I could pick it up in no time just like you but the path there is challenging no matter what". Simo admits it to Anastasia.
Anastasia smiled back to Simo, she then extends a hand to him in which Simo took the cue and holds her hand. As they continue to skate around the rink and sometimes pull some techniques often used by professionals though sometimes stumble because there is just something that you can't compensate for experience with an excess of abilities. But that's what makes doing new things enjoyable in the first place.
"Simo! Hold my hand!" Anastasia said as she extends her hand toward him as they were parallel to each other.
Simo did so wondering just what she intended him to do and if there's anything she took the initiative of, it is most likely going to have him right at the end of the stick for it. But it's too late to think about it any further.
And as she pulled him closer, even if she is rating as among the lowest in strength. She still manhandles him with ease as she then holds him by the waist and throws him into the air at a short height. Simo amidst his confusion spins uncontrollably before he managed to land carefully on his feet. From an outside perspective, the two look like inseparable pairs that understand each other down to the minute detail. In reality, Simo barely managed to nail that landing and not stumble to the ground and even then he looks like he is struggling to prevent it on his own.
"Unbelievable! So you remember it too?!" Anastasia said in surprise as she praises him.
Technically... yes... But he only realized it after performing that move. He was as dumbfounded when it comes to Anastasia's intention at the moment but when he landed that move, he remembered everything back then. Back at the makeshift rink while they wait for Gudao's support at the time in the Singularity.
"Yeah... Almost failed it too hadn't if I realized what to do in the heat of the moment. The most likely thing that move would lead me to is to face plant myself on the ice surface." Simo said as he continues to skate as if that's his second nature and without needing to look around.
Anastasia also follows him and both of them were nearby each other again. They looked at each other for a moment then seemingly understood what move to do next. Putting their might into the foremost of their feet, they jumped into forwarding take-off. Within their air-time, they spin before landing once more gracefully instead of tumbling like the last time. That was the axel jump which is often known as the more difficult move in figure skating.
"Woah, so is it also what you remembered?" Anastasia said as she so too can't believe that she managed to pull it off first try.
"It was too lucky on my side too. Not something to do willy-nilly at all and I first expected that we fell over and not like this". Simo said as he can't allow himself to keep using body instinct to compensate for his lack of experience.
Both of them continue to skate normally for a little while until another idea flashed in Anastasia's mind. This time she told him about what she wanted to try.
"So you want me to hold your hand and lift you up in the air? I think it would be much better if it weren't for the fact that you wear a gown which adds more weight and obstructs during lift". Simo said as he thought it through before committing to action.
Anastasia pouted for a moment and then before Simo realized it, she used her magecraft to alter her gown dress into a skin-tight skater dress that highlights her body's figure much more clearly than what the modesty that the gown showed. Upon seeing her figure, Simo instantly turned his sight away from embarrassment and just no matter how much of a badass he is, there would never be a moment that he looked at a beautiful woman straight head-on.
He gulped his breath before facing it head-on. He then quickly held her by the hip and lifted her up. Anastasia quickly followed her pace and puts herself in the right pose. In a quick moment, they managed to recreate the 'star lift' which is obviously very difficult for even trained professional, let alone newcomer who doesn't know what they are doing. It's only by Servant skill levels that they do so with no real difficulty other than chance mistakes.
While Anastasia enjoys the little moment she has, Simo's mind however is racing to god knows where when his palm is placed squarely right on her belly. The frigid touch yet combined with the near-euphoric sensation makes his focus swing around like a pendulum clock. Just that alone would have made him drop her to the ground but he knew that would definitely earn him some big punishment so he just keeps going and tries not to fall into that ever-so widening pitfall.
When the moment finally comes, he places Anastasia back down on the ice floor as she continues to skate but Simo still stares at the palm which lifted her up. It was Simo's definition of Heaven's Feel and he felt like he was spoiled rotten for the rest of his existence for that alone. There never will be something like that again and no amount of discipline could and would ever tell him otherwise.
"Hey, why are you looking at your hand attentively like that?" Anastasia said curiously.
"Nothing! Uh, hold my hand!" Simo instantly deflected the question that Anastasia asked and immediately takes her hand to avoid her suspicion.
As he continues to skate, the feeling of holding her hand started to feel no less ecstatic. It's such a feeling that is impossible to describe that he doesn't even know what words are used to describe but if anything fits, it would be enchanting to the point of unreal.
"Simo, what are you doing?" Anastasia asked as he continues to skate in a circle while holding her hand.
Running out of excuses, he decided to look at her with a determined expression. But before he could say anything, Anastasia thought of something else. And then she immediately bent her knees into pivot positions, and as Simo didn't prepare for it, he quickly tried to use his strength to compensate. As they spin around Anastasia at the center, Simo quickly holds on to her hand for his dear life as they spin around many times. From a technical standpoint, this move is the back arch death spiral.
Though at some point, Anastasia decided to finish the move and release Simo's hand. Quickly trying to adjust himself, Simo barely managed to get himself out from falling face flat into the ice floor but it was a tad too close before his Servant strength just don't have any matter in changing the outcome. Though things come to be quiet for a while, Simo can't help but not take his eyes off the hand that held Anastasia.
Anastasia approached him as she intended to apologize for attempting that move unprepared him. It was a sudden move that they barely have understand in the first place. However, instead of the silent treatment that she expected. Simo turned around to hug her tightly as her endowed body squeezes against his own.
The frigid cold of Russian winter rushes around his body but carrying in it is a sense of happiness that he can no longer imagine getting from anywhere else. A euphoric warmth within the bitter coldness that none dare imagine but for some reason, Simo felt that way to himself. Anastasia doesn't quite understand what's going on but she hugs him either way. If this thing were to show in a drama show, it would literally be a milestone moment documented.
About his conceptual strength against Russia, it is more of Soviet Russia and its regime than Russia itself. Anastasia was a victim of its bloody birth and the horrific mess that came of it and thus she is actually come to hate it instead of even wanting to associate with it. Her allegiance is the land itself, not the regime that it came from. So funnily enough, him being close to her out of proximity is not out of question!
Nobody really knows how much they have stood there hugging each other but Simo instantly noticed a presence not belong there. He turned around to the entrance of the warehouse and saw 5 figures standing there while slowly clapping. Those five were... Larry, Desmond, Arnold, Alfin, and Alice. The five that were no doubt in a pivotal position back in that Singularity.
Simo broke out of his hugging and instantly turned away from embarrassment. He couldn't believe that these people just saw him as a bleeding heart as much as he is in the moment. Anastasia didn't understand what Simo did but upon seeing the five at the entrance, she just waves at them in a welcoming manner.
"Welp... shit... The image of the badass that I am is utterly shattered and replaced with how much of a bleeding heart I really am at the moment". Simo thought to himself as he turned away from the group while hiding his blushing face.
"Hey, so you made an ice rink here in this place?" Larry said as he knows how to travel on ice before during his time in Winter War.
"Yup, I was interested in figure skating and Simo really makes for a good partner. I think I should invite him again whenever I decide to skate or enter any winter sport." Anastasia said as she wears a mischievous smile.
Simo lets out a silent scream but Alice could feel that he is trying to deny it in his attempt to uphold the image of an unstoppable badass. Alice lets out a very small smile that no one could really see but she felt genuine happiness stemming from them.
"By the way, nice outfit. Must have been a mix in-between of figure skating and ballerina, I assume? And quite risque with the disposition, isn't it?" Alfin said as only girls could say such things with no repercussion.
"Don't say that out loud! I only thought of how I would look best, okay?" Anastasia said as she tried to deny any other involvement factor.
Arnold looked at Simo for a moment then he gazed with scrutiny. It's very benign but he sees that Simo is shaking uncontrollably. Now that he actually realized just how risque and provocative the skating outfit really is, his face is actually blushing red with embarrassment and partly concupiscent. Most don't see it in actuality but they just knew that it is how it is for Simo.
"You know... You two really make a good pair unexpectedly. I mean... we kinda already see it back in the Singularity where you two's power complement each other very well... Too well in fact..." Desmond says as he remembers that blizzard back then.
Anastasia chuckled for a moment and Simo proceeds to sit down and curl up like a ball before muffled crying can be heard. It seems that he really doesn't want to be in the center of attention like this anymore. What kind of assassin stood in the spotlight in the first place?
Everyone lets out a small chuckle seeing Simo sulking like that. Larry approaches Simo and extends a helping hand to him, this time as a proper friend that is finally here for him instead of being mere words spread around by their comrades back when they were alive.
"Ey, buddy... What kind of hero you are to sulk like that upon first interaction with a girl like that? You don't fucking understand just how lucky you were to be chosen by someone like that!" Larry said as he tries to drag his friend to stand up.
And as Simo refuses to. Arnold also joins and then so too Desmond also enters the fray. Much to Simo's dismay, he eventually has to stand up properly and face Anastasia upfront about his true feeling.
"Anastasia, I'm gonna be honest with you. I... I don't think I can't ever live without feeling your sensation anymore. Even with the frigid touch that you have, I still feel the warmth and honesty that emanates from you regardless of how frozen such a sensation at first can be. I... I loved you and that will never change in the slightest". Simo said with all the honesty he could muster genuinely. It was so cheesy and so against his personality that it felt almost like an anathema. He never married back when he was alive and this is all first-time experience to him so his bumbling around like a fool is not too out of him.
Guess that Servant can easily brute-force through physical problems but the problems of the heart are just as difficult as they were when they were alive.
"Simo... I... I love you too! I never once get the chance to know of romantic love as I died young under the Bolshevic Revolution. But from your touch that I could feel genuine care and sincerity beyond the rough exterior that you put on as a defense mechanism. And whenever we touch, I feel ecstatic just from the fact that this is the first time I could ever hold someone with my true affection" Anastasia confessed with all she has as she holds onto Simo's hand.
Simo right just felt like his mind just crashed at that moment. He... never thought he would get this far at all or more than how he expected. And just like that, his mind feebles attempt to register affection just ended up with him blushing red like a tomato and he couldn't control or try to hold it down at all. His body felt awfully hot despite the room temperature here makes Russian Winter feel like a hot summer.
Anastasia felt the same way as Simo for it is her first attempt at displaying romantic affection. And like Simo, she didn't even expect to get this far either. Now that they have made their bed, it would be their time to sleep on it. Both of them just looked at each other in bewildered gaze and their minds can't even sort out all the rush of emotions that went through.
Seeing both of them have their minds short-circuited from the sheer emotional influx, Larry decided to break the impasse by asking one ridiculous question that is going to certainly wake them up from the confusion they are in.
"Hey, Ana... You said that you hate the Bolsheviks for killing your family and sisters, right?" Larry said in such a casual manner that it baffled everyone else. There was no ill intent but the way he said it is so nonchalantly that one can't help but respond.
"Huh?! Of fucking course, I hate those fucking bastards for ruining everything my family has! And what they ushered is just goddamn more inane than the previous reign!" Anastasia said in instinctive fury that she didn't blurt out willingly. The scar inflicted back then ran deep and just that triggers her cursing tendency and overrides the hamster wheel of her mind.
"She's a fucking keeper, bud. And nothing binds people together than their shared hatred of something". Larry said in such a crass manner that it was so out of the situation that everyone can't help but freaking laughed
Anastasia then slaps Larry right in the face for bringing up old wounds as he tumbles onto the ground. She then apologizes to him for going too out of bounds.
"Fucking worth it!" Larry said as he pulls himself off the ground.
"I can't believe that you have a friend like that" Anastasia said as she held onto Simo's arm side by side with him.
"I never said that he is a good friend!" Simo said as he retorted about Larry.
Everyone just laughed uncontrollably again and forgot about what Larry did before. Larry's sacrifice as a wingman though won't be forgotten!
"By the way, can we join in the skating too? Since we are here by the way, why don't we join in with the fun?" Alfin asked as she is interested in this activity.
"Sorry but this rink was made with two people in mind. Five more and we have a bumper car rink on ice more than the ice rink itself!" Simo said as he can't help but make a joke about it.
That got a light chuckle from everyone. And honestly, for him, he made a lot more in the relationship than in his entire previous life combined. With that in mind, he really won't trade this moment for anything else.
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Diabolus ex Machina
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"Hey there... Haven't seen you for a long time... Must have been two weeks since our previous meeting, isn't it?" Moriarty said to his patron in his small personal bar that he ran.
"Yup... I can't believe that I have lately become your patron whenever I feel that shit about to hit the fan. You are simply the most reliable advisor that I have even if you are some evil geyser who loves manipulating others into your bidding." Emiya said as he knocks down another drink in one swoop.
"That's a very gross simplification of me but that's accurate nonetheless. So what are you coming here about?" Moriarty asked as he makes another drink for Emiya... the usual.
"It's about the future of Chaldea... I'm lately having a feeling that something horrible is going to happen and none of us could be prepared for it no matter what". Emiya said as he felt so tired that no amount of alcohol could drown his sorrow.
"Let me guess? Is it about our Master?" Moriarty asked as he pours another one for Emiya.
"Yes... This is about the third time he breakdown from the sheer burden of his duty and each time is about to become more destructive and self-detriment. And lately, I have had a nightmare that shows that our Master is going to fight against the world itself. And you know how well that could go, right!?" Emiya said loudly before becoming somber once more near the end.
"The world itself, huh... That's... I see... So that's what you really fear, right?" Moriarty said as he started to see the gist of what was going on.
"And as you already know, I'm the property of the Counter Force. And once my duty is called, I have no right to deny and my autonomy from that moment is ceased should Master go up against it. And I dread that moment ever so coming with each Lostbelt we pruned and it felt so prevalent now that we have pruned the Sixth Lostbelt from a long while ago." Emiya said as he remembers the innocently destructive tendency of the fairy where humans are livestock whose livelihood depended on the whim of the fairy. If anything he is glad about it's that he will never interact with another one. At least not one that has no idea of what's the consequence of their actions.
"I heard about it too and boy do I share your sentiment about them. But the past is the past and now we discuss the future. Tell me what's more on your mind". Moriarty said as he continues to piece information in his mind.
Emiya stay silent for a little while before he closed his eyes once more. Rummaging the realm of Unlimited Blade Works, he glosses over the people he bonded with and understands. Then... he realized something when he come across Sherlock's cane sword.
"I am on the side of humanity" Sherlock's voice at the time echoes in the furthest depth of his mind.
Humanity... what's considered humanity to the world? Definitely not individuals for sure but certainly an abstract concept that he has no precise idea of what it was.
Emiya opened his eyes once more and asked Moriarty the hardest question that he could possibly dare to ask.
"Moriarty... Should our Master choose the path against humanity or the world decided that he is no longer necessary for humanity... who will side with him even against the insurmountable odds?" Emiya asked as he swallows the bitter taste of treachery of asking that question.
"An interesting question and perhaps one that is very dependent on how this Master of our worked to this point". Moriarty said as he closed his eyes before a devilish grin spread across his face.
Emiya understood the nature of what he asked and he prayed to whatever is still above the sky that moment should never come.
"First... it's me... Master Gudao is really interesting to me for he dares stood against the most simple conundrum that no man ever dare to think and accept fully. That morality isn't black or white. He is fighting to save humanity but instead of thinking of himself as a hero who saves the day, he remains as a normal human who fought for the survival of himself and his species. He stays grounded and never lets valor and glory blind him to what's important. He accepts the weight of his sins and all of his crimes, alone... Because of that, I intended to see the whole chronicle unto its end no matter what". Moriarty said as he makes another drink for Emiya.
"That's why? Huh... I thought someone like you have a much more complicated reason than that. Hell, I didn't expect an evil mastermind like you can be so straightforward". Emiya said as he drinks another shot even if the alcohol has almost no effect on him on the whole.
"Do you see how many 'Good' Servants betrayed him during his journey? For all he cares, he is probably more comfortable with us evils because we are upfront about it instead of the constant treachery and false honesty that they put on. You know what I'm afraid of, Evil can't hold a candle against Good that believes their actions are justified" Moriarty said as if he is already a few steps ahead of everyone.
"As much as I want to deny it, I have to say that too many people abuse their trust in him and tried to gain an upper hand. And even then, he wanted to trust even if they are gonna stab him in the back. Do you see what happened to Tai Gong Wang? The guy trusted Gudao even to the bitter end despite our Master's suspicion and planning to single him out." Emiya said as he remembers what transpired in Tunguska Sanctuary.
"Second... it would be Morgan. She never cared about the world and the only thing that has real value to her is Master Gudao. And by proxy, that would mean the Fairy Knights of Round Table will join him because of it. Hell, they would probably join of their own volition and would fight for him even till their demise." Moriarty said as he recollects the events that transpired until now.
"And strangely, I think I could add one more to it... It's Castoria... or the fairy Artoria as we know. She actually hates our world because of how much hypocrisy that was acted upon and the lies that they upheld in our world make it worse for her judgment. Lostbelts, timelines, worlds,... they don't matter a damn to her and the only thing she cares about is her Master and that will remain true until this pathetic universe end". Emiya said as he continues to recollect about the Lostbelt 6.
"So that's your idea huh? Let me add something to it too. That would also be our buddy Oberon here or more importantly... Vortigern. He is a cursed creature that has no purpose but to wrought the end to the world. He in fact has no reason to answer your call in the first place! But here he is and he is doing things in his own capacity to help you. And much like Castoria, the guy is damn honest to a fault and very earnest, and most importantly, he takes the job very seriously". Moriarty said as he pours another cup for Emiya.
"You know that certain white-haired woman with the tendency to try to put on a facade of her prowess and might, right? Jeanne Alter or Jalter as we know. Her power is no joke for sure but if there's anything, she is fighting sorely for her Master's victory. She wishes downfall upon humanity for what they did and the only reason it is bearable is because of Master Gudao". Emiya said as he remembers right back at first Singularity of Orlean where her prowess was... whacking people with her flag. She soon has the power of Dragonfire and crucifixion though later on.
"Funnily enough, there are plenty of Counter Guardians who would lay down their lives for their Master. You know of Rengoku, right? Back during the summer vacation that you have last time?" Moriarty said as he couldn't believe that the sword of Okita would be willing to lay their life for him.
"It would have been steamrolling for Counter Force hadn't for the fact that the people who would side with him are literally all-powerful. The world may have its most powerful force but the people who are willing to lay their lives for him are no less. Abigail of Yog-Sothoth, Salter, Sakamoto Ryoma, Edmond Date, Karna, Koyanskaya... So many more and yet... It doesn't feel like it's enough." Emiya said but he felt like he is drowning deeper in despair.
"So... You really want to end the night here?" Moriarty said as he felt like his plan is just not enough for the future predicament of Chaldea.
His shift would end right there hadn't for a certain someone joined in the place. That man... was Richard Gatling. The Servant of Pierce back in WW2 Singularity now joined Chaldea as the artificer for the Caster Union.
"Is this the right place? I was given direction toward here, I think?" Richard said as he sat on the barstool.
"I don't know who give you the address but if you come here for a drink then you're in the right place". Moriarty said as he is surprised by the newcomer.
"Cool, what's going on here though? You two seem like were conversing about something". Richard asked as he seems concerned by the sorrowful expression on Emiya's face.
"About the future of Chaldea and our Master. I just know for goddamn sure that shit is going down and I will be utterly helpless to fight against it". Emiya said drunkenly as his face swelled into a red hue from the reinforced alcohol that Moriarty used recently. The only reason it didn't have any effect before is that they were not reinforced to Servant level until these last few shots.
"It's about the future much like my patron Emiya just said. Something is boiling down in the future and we are trying to see who would side with our Master and who would go against him. Do you have something to say?" Moriarty asked as he decided to make a non-alcoholic drink just to test his customer first.
"If there's anyone else who would vouch for our Master no matter what... There would be one that will stand for him against all odds and destinies... Alice..." Richard said as he crosses his arms on the table deep in thought.
"Alice? You mean Nursery Rhymes?" Moriarty grinned as his attempt to jest sounded more like a bad joke than anything else.
"No! I mean Alice of WW2 Singularity! For the love of... if Alice knew that someone here had already taken the name Alice, she would probably have called herself something else". Richard exclaimed as he took Moriarty's joke too seriously.
"Nah, I'm pretty sure she picks that name up just to fuck with you, buddy". Moriarty said as he tried to extend the joke but it obviously doesn't go any further.
"Sigh... either way, Alice will stand with him no matter the outcome. And if you learn of her ability, you will come to fear her for just how disastrously powerful she really is. Even if Gilgamesh unleashes his full power on her, she would probably still going to win". Richard said as he remembers her devastating capabilities.
"I haven't actually read her profiles yet but based on what I've seen of her limited screen time. I can believe what you said about her". Moriarty said as he pours another one out for Richard.
Richard reminiscences about the past adventure he went through. Alice's power... truly is too godlike for imagination. Her power over fate and her perception across timelines themselves. Not only that, she is definitely no slouch when it comes to the outside of it for the items she carries utterly crush relics and treasures of eras past.
"Do you think that... Alice can finally give her Master a chance to defy fate should it comes to that point?" Richard asked one question.
"Hmm... I have to say though, it is very skeptical because there are always some things that go beyond the nature of the world we know. But from what I heard about her, we will never know because if she really does retain it then... Perhaps she may have already resolved it." Moriarty voices his opinion but remains skeptical no matter what.
Fate... is a force of nature that no one can comprehend or make sense of. But Alice has proved one thing and that... it is not impossible to defy fate no matter how concrete it may be. Infinite possibilities are a blessing and a curse and that is why Alice's true power is more horrifying than even Outer Gods whose nature is beyond eldritch. The ability to steer fate toward one path alone with no failure is horrifically overpowered.
Zeroth Magic. No doubt about the deserve of that name.
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At War's End
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It's been a long day for Arnold even when he was just summoned for a day. Having a skating figure contest with his friends, doing some chores and logistics. Have a good dinner then enjoy the free time with many other Servants around. Honestly, it was a ridiculously long journey but finally... he has made it to Chaldea.
He climbs onto his bed situated in the corner of his room. The place is empty for now but soon, it will change along the journey he made. The battle may be long and arduous but tomorrow is another day to fight for. With a wide gasp, he quickly falls asleep completely unaware of when.
He opened his eyes once more and found himself in that distant armory once more. The place has become cluttered with god-know how much equipment scattered around. It was messy and yet somehow tidy more than he thought. Things may clutter but at least it was not completely mixed in chaos but instead categorized. Arnold can't help but sigh seeing how far really has become.
He saw a book on his desk and decided to approach it. Thinking that it was his war journal from before, he opened it only to find that nothing is in there. None of the memories he saw in WW1... Guess that the inception has been broken and once he realized that it was a false memory and thus become meaningless and disappeared. He turned to the first page however and saw it was his summoning in Chaldea written in detail and the first day that followed.
It seems... that this is the new chapter in his long chronicles... A new story is about to be written and told.
Arnold took a deep breath and then he noticed the surrounding, the light here seems warmer than before instead of a piercing cold of eternal storms. Arnold saw the door behind him and thus he decided to step out of it. The lights that came out are blinding but instead of returning to the real world, he saw the scenery behind the door for once and for real for the first time in his existence.
It was a vast open field of red poppy blooming, the terrain itself seems to be war-torn from the endless bombardment of artilleries. The cloudy and dark skies are still there but it is no longer raining anymore. He steps out and feels the cool wind billows across the field of red and his mind lets itself enjoy the serenity of this calm scenery.
Then he heard someone calling out to him, he turned to where it came from and saw a certain someone that he knew and dearly loved.
"Arnold!" Alfin shouts out to him as she stood at the entrance of what looks like a large manufacturing plant or military camp or whatever in between.
"Alfin" Arnold yelled out loud as he ran toward her from the ramshackle bunker he came from.
Both of them ran toward each other then they hug each other dearly. To say that this was romantic love is definitely no lying. They did it once before and now they are willing to do it again and with no regret.
"I... I can't believe that our dream was really connected" Alfin said as she thought it was merely a fragmented memory that holds no real substance.
"Me... me too..." Arnold said the same as he couldn't believe what he sees.
"Hey, don't forget about me!" Another familiar voice came from somewhere telling them.
They turned around and saw Alice standing at the entrance of the cathedral. It seems that something always binds them to their identity even if long gone.
"Alice!" Both of them shouted and ran toward her. Alice also did the same.
Alice jumped at the two of them before holding them tightly as if they were gonna disappear. The reunion is both happy and tearful, it was such a beautiful sight that is impossible to capture and replicate even if the settings are the same.
A bit later when they finally calmed down, the three of them held each other hands and looked toward the horizon beyond. They don't know what tomorrow carries but they will face it together and fight for it no matter what. For each day to be alive... is a gift that can't be denied.
The cloudy skies above slowly clear, revealing the first-ever glimmering light...
Servants Profile (Final Report)
The Messenger
Class: Archer
True Name: Adolf Hitler (Arnold)
Str: C+| Agi: B++ (A++)| End: B| Mana: D| Luck: E| NP: B++
-Wise up!-
Passive Skills:
-Independent Action C++: It is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for one day without a Master's connection. In Arnold's case, as long as he has a duty to carry out, he won't disappear until after his duty is fulfilled and after two days
-Magic Resistance E: Due to being a Modern Servant, he basically can't resist magical-based attacks without being fatally crippled if what hit him isn't a Master's attack.
-Riding B: Allow the user to operate most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill, even vehicles that did not exist in the time period one was alive in, for they are no exception. However, he cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts.
Personal Skills:
-Valor C+: A valiant surviving soldier of what would be called one of the deadliest conflicts in human history should speak some volumes of his bravery. Considering that he is a Servant which means he is a famous soldier in modern times. Raises Strength slightly and grants minor resistance to mental interference if up against adversary.
-Ironsight Reflex A: Due to the nature of his job back when he was human, it is obvious that such an extremely dangerous job with a very high fatality rate beyond even foot soldiers would demand excessive skills in both reflexes, marksmanship, and decision making. This skill also allows its user to evade extremely fast projectiles or blows repeatedly without putting great strains on his mind. It also allows the user to attain greater accuracy during the use of firearms even in precarious situations. Also, double as Intuition.
-Iron Trauma C: Due to his survival in the cruelest and most savage war where inventions were made to kill as much as possible. These skills allow him to survive many or otherwise fatal attacks and quickly recover upon receiving aids
Noble Phantasm
|Rider of Torment|
The Messenger's Deliverance
Rank B | Classification: Vehicle, Anti-Unit
One of the inventions born during the era where horses are considered outdated due to the advancement of ballistic technology. This motorcycle has seen the same suffering that its rider also has. Upon being summoned and used by its beholder. It will raise its rider's Agility parameter by another full rank with modifier remains unchanged by this NP.
|Battle of Passchendaele|
Price of A Mile
Rank B++| Classification: Anti-Army
A Noble Phantasm that is the ultimate culmination of all of what Arnold went through and grown as a soldier in the battle of Passchendaele. This Noble Phantasm invokes a Reality Marble that is a retelling of the Battle of Passchendaele. Arnold when activated this Noble Phantasm, will have complete control over what is innately summoned in his Reality Mable with the exclusion of the enemy and entities dragged into this place.
|Last Promise| - Wise up!
Swore My Vow That I Heard The Angels Cry
Rank A++| Classification: Self-Enhancement
Represents his acceptance and understanding of himself. By realizing his flaw upon his resolution and willing to fix them up, Arnold will be able to put himself into a trance-like state. All actions became deliberate yet unwilling, his strength becomes unbounded and his focus grants him reflex beyond what is even thought capable of. However, this requires extreme mental focus and belief in oneself in order to work without disruption.
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Hitler's Incarnation (Wise up!)
Class: Rider
True Name: Adolf Hitler (Alfin) |Wise up!
Parameter:
Str: B| Agi: B | End: B | Mana: A+| Luck: D| NP: A++
Wise up!
Passive Skills:
Riding B: Can use most vehicles and animals can be handled with above average skill, even vehicles that did not exist in the time period one was alive in, for they are no exception. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasmal Species such as Monstrous Beasts.
Personal Skills:
-Animal Communication D: Born from her own love with animals and close affinity with them at a young age and even until now. She could understand what the animals are trying to say to her even if no one else could understand
=}(Strengthened) Beyond Good and Evil EX: The ability to understand one's heart without any word required to spoken. Thanks to the unique experience that she went through in this Singularity, she managed to transcend past what was she was once. The ultimate resolution and reflection upon herself grant her the ability to understand others to their fundamental level. This affects a multitude of Servants and many lifeforms not limited to animals alone.
-Soul-burst Forge A+: The ability to turn pre-existing scrap metals or mana into the user's predetermined shape and structures and inner working mechanism. This includes firearms, melee, tools and everything of all sorts consists of metal components. Other components can be created with the user's mana with increased cost.
-Blitzkrieg A: A Noble Phantasm that is more or less sublime from sharing the usage of strategy with one particular Servant. However, it is displayed as a skill instead. If its user can land a decisive blow on the enemy, the attack will deal far more damage than it would normally do. There are some conditions that allow it to amplify its power. Strike hard and hook where it is hurt.
An additional '+' if the enemy is under the effect of a defensive Noble Phantasm
Another additional '+' if the enemy is known to be particularly strong in their legends.
Another '+' if the enemy is known for having a particular weakness that can be exploited.
If all three are conditions are fulfilled, the skill will boost to EX and any decisive blow will be an instant kill no matter what.
Noble Phantasm
|Crystalization of War Knowledge|
The Mind of Superior Technology
Rank E - A+++| Classification: Anti-Unit to Anti-Fortress, Army
During WW2, German's military hardware was developed at a ridiculously fast pace that they have inadvertently created many new inventions that were meant to boost warfare to its maximum strength. First jet fighter, first rapid-fire personnel machine gun, first long-distance ballistic rockets, first assault rifles, and many more...
This Noble Phantasm allows Alfin to recreate them as long as she has the mana required to recreate them. Rope ladders, knives, radio sets are classified as E-rank, pistol-caliber weaponry are ranked as D-rank, rifle-caliber weaponry as C-rank, anti-armor guns as B-rank and heavy autocannons, field artilleries, armors as A-rank. Some classified weapons and experimental among Alfin's arsenal are classified as greater than A itself and the P1500 Ratte are at the top of A+++ for the most expensive and powerful at the same time.
|Enigma Codex|
Informational Mastermind
Rank A| Classification: Active-Modification
A Noble Phantasm that is stemmed from the 'Crystallization of War Knowledge'. The ability to send and gather information and intel through a mean that is virtually impossible to detect by any form of magecraft and can't be decrypted without spending a significant amount of time. This grants her the ability to have great control over information flow and dominates her enemy through the information that is otherwise unavailable. This also allows her to actively modify anything that is not mystic in nature in real-time.
|Innocent Sin|
Brutal Realization of Life
Rank C - A+++| Classification: Anti-Personnel to Anti-Unit
Born from the shattered innocence of childhood, this ability is a duality of her own nature. A child that is deprived of affection will kill to feel the warmth from their dying body. A brutal understanding and the twisted view of reality turned her into the atrocity that she knew today. This takes in the form of a double-barrel shotgun with chromatic carving. Depending on her mental state, it could range from expelling damage with her absolute mental clarity or absolute destruction with her extreme and intense negative emotions.
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Maiden of Void
Class: Foreigner / Caster
True Name: "Adolf Hitler (Alice)
Parameter:
Str: EX| Agi: EX | End: EX| Mana: EX| Luck: EX| NP: EX
Passive Skills:
Magic Resistance EX: There is something inside her that makes her Magic Resistance go off the chart, literally. She can't be harmed by any sort of magecraft no matter how old it is or what type it is. Might actually negate even Divine's curses.
At the Boundary A++ (EX): She has seen the world as it is and time itself as a physical construct that she could interact with. And thus she could have easily erased almost anything from existence with temporal paradoxes. And even then, it will be impossible to not feel the effect caused. Due to Chaldea's summoning system, this skill was downgraded to insta-killing. Not less dangerous though!
Connection to the Root A+: With the power of Azerium, her soul is essentially hard-linked to the Root itself. If there's anyone who could possibly motivate Void Shiki to fight seriously, it will ultimately be Alice. Connection to the Root is, in other words, the mark of an omnipotent wish granter. Normal parameters will become meaningless to those in possession of this skill. This was born of 「 」 and shall one day reach 「 」.
Personal Skills:
Unclouded Eyes EX: The ability to ignore every notion that is deemed unnecessary to her perception, this includes illusions, mental hindrances, darkness,... She basically laid out everything for all to see, even the barest truth of this world.
Fervid Emotions EX: Due to her extreme infusion of Azerium in her body, her sense of emotions is heightened to the point that she should have become deranged just from its effect alone. But due to her Incarnation status, her expressions withered away and thus even the smallest smile of her carries the stimuli that will literally kill billions just from sheer effect. This also extended to her ability as an empath that can tell people's emotions and feeling even if they don't display anything at all to her.
Azerium Divinity EX: The power of Azerium even if it isn't divinity is still too much that it trumps over even real things. Such power can't even be stopped by the authority of Divine Spirits, The Beasts Class, or even The Types. This power can be activated at will to give Alice herself more power when she is already more powerful than beyond belief. And it can change her appearance into one of the divines.
Noble Phantasm
|Void Field|
Boundary of Nothingness
Rank EX| Classification: Absolute Defense
A Noble Phantasm that involves the act of separating the user and the targets from their plane of existence by isolating them into a higher dimension. It can be used repeatedly without repercussion, apparently. This form of protection can protect its user and chosen target from attacks up to fifth dimension.
|Bell of Oblivion|
The Toll of Nothingness
Rank EX| Classification: Anti-Army
A bell that is so small that it fits Alice's palm perfectly. It has a jet black color and has ornate carvings on it. The moment it rings, anyone but its user who are misfortunate enough to hear it will crumble into dust immediately, no matter how high their magic resistance is.
|Akashic Arm|
Unbounded Retribution
Rank A+++| Classification: Anti-Personnel
A massive gauntlet that is formed through the concentration of Azerium energy. This gauntlet emanates such power that it can obliterate others by proximity except for the wielder alone. The mere power it unleashed upon its target can literally delete them and the area around, leaving behind a lingering afterimage of where they once were.
|Zeroth Magic|
Azure Arbitrator
Rank EX| Classification: Anti-FATE
The power of Chaos Theory... The power to control fate, ranging from the past and even to the future. With her Spirit Origin's level transcend even gods, the power of her clairvoyance transcend even linear time as she can see the alternative timelines and branches without trouble. With the divine power that she attained, she can easily calculate and slightly altering the conditions of the past or the future so that fate will always go with the path she predetermined for it. In a sense, she became the entity that governs 'karma' itself. The Zeroth Magician.
However, when summoned by Chaldea, this power of her were reduced down to weeks into past and future at best. Even then, the power of butterfly effects are undeniable in the long run.
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The Saint of Distant Wartime.
Class: Ruler
True Name: Desmond Doss
Parameter:
Wise up!
Str: - (EX) | Agi: B+ | End: A+ | Mana: E | Luck: B | NP: B+
+Passive Skills:
-Magic Resistance B: Having a Ruler class container, Desmond has a high magic resistance innately. Due to being a Modern Servant, his magic resistance was limited to B
-True Name Discernment C: If summoned as a Ruler, during a direct encounter, a Servant's true name and entire status information will be automatically revealed. In regards to Servants with concealment abilities, a Luck Check is required to bypass those abilities.
-God's Resolution A: A Class Skill of the Ruler class and is the privilege of the Ruler presiding over the Holy Grail War; the right to use Command Spells against Servants, only given to Rulers. Each Ruler is normally granted two Command Spells for each Servant that participates in the Holy Grail War. In the situation Desmond was in right now, this skill is useless.
+Personal Skills:
-Backline Extractor A: A skill that allows Desmond to extract someone from danger successfully even if enemy Servants are pursuing him and his patients. -Protection of Faith B: A skill possessed only by those who have made sacrifices for a religious view. Despite being a form of divine protection, it is not a blessing from a higher existence. It is the absoluteness of one's body and mind that was born from their beliefs.
-Undying Will A+: A skill that is similar to Battle Continuation, except that this skill is unique to him for it boosts his Endurance to EX temporarily for when he is saving someone or under attack from a hostile enemy or received grievous injuries.
-`The Strength to Protect' EX: A skill that sublimates from Desmond's will alone, his story has many inhuman feats involving his unyielding will to save everyone who is stuck there. There is saying: "A true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him but for what he loves behind him.". This is where his true strength lies when facing against a crisis that has great negative effects on him and his allies, his Strength parameter will be temporarily boosted to EX in order to prevent said crisis from happening. However, said strength when used against an enemy directly will have no effect whatsoever.
Noble Phantasm
|Hacksaw Ridge|
Where All Reach Breaking Point.
Rank B+I Classification: Anti-Pursuit
A Noble Phantasm that allows Desmond to alter the land through the power of reminiscence to where his name is made. The battle of Okinawa where the most bloody battle in the Pacific Theater taken place. The barren land of Okinawa boosts all of Desmond's parameters except Strength and hindering the enemy should they aim for heavily injured allies or him by an artillery strike that has the power of B+ NP that was aimed at them. This Noble Phantasm actually not kept by Desmond's mana but by the power of God at his side as ridiculous as it sounds. It is made for one purpose and that is to extract everyone out of danger alive should they all failed somehow.
|Healing Hand|
Curing What Is Thought Impossible
Rank C | Classification: Anti-Fatality.
A Noble Phantasm that allows Desmond to treat and surgery on his patients with a speed that is even beyond the eyes of Servants. It is thought that those of the descendants of Asclepius are capable of doing this and this power also brings the ability to cure even incurable disease, curse, and even near-fatal wounds.
|Divine Intervention|
God's Salvation
Rank A++ | Classification: Anti-'NP Activation'
A Noble Phantasm born from Desmond's feat at one of the bloodiest battles in WW2, Okinawa. There were many moments that could have killed Doss but he has managed to survive all of them and thus his story is nothing less of divine intervention. This Noble Phantasm prevents the activation of other Servants' offensive Noble Phantasm that is targeted on him or his allies. Any NP with rank below A will fail to activate instantly, A+ will make a Luck check on the other opposing Servants, A++ will make both Desmond and his opponents has to make Luck check. Any higher and this Noble Phantasm will fail to counteract against.
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The Avenger
Wise up!
Class: Archer/Avenger
True Name: Lauri Torni (Larry Thorne)
Parameter:
Str: B | Agi: B+ | End: B | Mana: D | Luck: E | NP: B++
Passive Skills:
Oblivion Correction C: The hatred towards those who took all he hold dear was extremely powerful to the point that mentioning it would make him filled with rage and intense hatred.
Magic Resistance D: Due to innate resistance against harsh weather that would otherwise incapciate normal people, he managed to attain a slightly higher than normal Magic Resistance compare to many other Modern Servant. Independent Action C: He served no one but his conquest against one only target, communism. To him, others are just happened to be aligned with his goal. Can act for a few days without a Master as long as said Servant does not use their Noble Phantasm.
Personal Skills:
Evasive Disengage B+: With his commanding skills and the ability to act accordingly to situation with unreal foresight. Larry is capable of making path of retreat or keeping distance against his enemy while treating himself and others. Eternal Arm Mastery C+ (Disciplinary): A skill attained from his long-time warfare experience and usage of many weapons ranging from duration WW2 to Cold War. This skill allow him to use any weapon skillfully no matter what.
Tears of Denial A: "In my world... the color of red doesn't exist..." A skill born from the trauma of the past that affected his mentality even until now. A pain of loss that was so great that it affected him to the point that loss became what turned him into a weapon that devastate those who took all he had.
Noble Phantasm
|Trinity Soldier | The Soldier of Three Armies
Rank B+ | Classification: Anti-Army A Noble Phantasm that culminates everything and all of what he had in his life. His works and extensive background as a soldier stretching back to three armies. Detachment 20 of Finland, SS Waffen of Germany, Green Beret of American. All of these for one singular goal in mind, the destruction of communism. The Finland for traversal speed, German for raw firepower, American for two of them combined and enhanced to a greater degree but will reveal his True Name upon using.
|Bloodstained Philosophy | Painful Retribution
Rank A |Classification: Self-Enhancement A Noble Phantasm that enhance Larry's strength and endurance immensely based on how much intense negative emotions he has. Rage, hatred, loathe, all sorts of negative emotions that raise combat spirit of his.
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Chrono Rose
Class: Assassin
True Name: Kiritsugu Emiya
Parameter: Str: D | Agi: A+ | End: C | Mana: C | Luck: E | NP: B++
Passive Skills:
Presence Concealment A+: Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. it is possible to disappear completely and become almost impossible to be detected, even against a Servant's perception. However, efficiency will decrease once preparations to attack are taken.
Independent Action A: It is possible to take action even without a Master. However, to use Noble Phantasms of great magical energy consumption, backup from the Master is necessary. At Rank A, it is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for about a week without a Master.
Personal Skills:
-Magecraft B: Capable of using magecraft. in return, because of having knowledge about magecraft, he is good at the art of killing magi, being notoriously known as the 'Magus Killer' back when he was alive. The ranking of this Skill primarily works as a bonus to his various checks when fighting against Casters.
=(Strengthened) Chronomaturgy B+ Using his inherited Emiya clan Time crest or to be exact, part of what remains. Kiritsugu can use Time Alter to boost one's performance and speed beyond what originally is. It can be applied to objects like bullets, guns, vehicles, and allies, but using Time Alter on allies or himself will cause time dilation which will begin to harm said Servant from inside due to enforced temporal recorrection. The higher the accelerating speed is, the deadlier the side effect. One can reduce the side effect by using passive healing Noble Phantasm.
-Affection of the Holy Grail A+: He is being deeply loved by the Holy Grail from some era. Such love is just like the greatest curse in the world. Due to the existence of this Skill, his Luck Rank will be flipped up when activated. It is possible to even breakthrough the abilities of enemy Servants that cannot be overcome except in specific conditions. However, this good fortune mercilessly steals the happiness of others.
=) (Strengthened) Married Fate EX: Thanks to the FATE summoning system, the memories of his alternate past self have brought back what was lost to him. The ability to feel, the memories of being loved. He used to deny it at first but the memories were all too real that if he felt almost like his own, soon he came to accept it and became dedicated to the cause of Chaldea, to protect the world from any calamities that can destroy humanity itself. Like a hardened soldier returns home from his time in service to see his lovely family and being a father for his children, thanks to the acceptance of his newfound memory, this skill eventually changed as it allows a greater extent even if it's only by a slight margin and the demerit will be removed as long as his wife protecting him or nearby his vicinity.
-Scapegoat C: This is the accumulation of cunning techniques designed to escape the battlefield in one piece.
= (Strengthened) Diversion Ambush A: A combination of all his cunning tactics and techniques in order to lure his enemies into his traps. If he managed to land a surprise attack or ambush, said attacks will increase a full rank in strength, Noble Phantasm included.
Noble Phantasm
|Chronos Rose| Pick Ye Rose Bud While Ye May
Rank B+ |Classification: Anti-Unit
"A rose that bloom today shall wither away tomorrow"
Chronos Rose. Time flows, and the flower that smiles today shall wither away completely tomorrow. The ability to manipulate one's own time flow. It uses the ability he had while alive "inherent time control (Time Alter)" as a basis.
|Phantasm Punishment|
Mystery Bisection
Rank C+ | Classification: Anti-Unit |
This weapon is a knife that has the double attribute of "Severing and Binding", its power put into a knife and sublimated as a Noble Phantasm of the Counter Guardian. It is the same knife he uses for his usual time manipulation attacks, his Origin made form and the knife being the embodiment of it. It inflicts fatal damage towards enemies that possesses magic circuits and magic crests or anything similar inside their bodies. The ability is invoked according to its True Name release.
|Natalia|
Blade of Severing
Rank B+| Classification: Anti-Unit |
Named after the woman who raised the magus killer and considered as his mother figure, shot down by his own hands in an unfortunate mission. Natalia's power is the actualization of severing, or cutting something completely into two separate parts. So long as what it is cutting has a low enough magic resistance, it will be instantly bisected along the line of the blade the moment it makes contact regardless of whether or not it is finished swinging. Due to the curse imbued into it focus on destruction and corruption of humanity, anything living things or made by human hands are granted bonus effectiveness against it. In short, if it cuts a person or any manmade stuff, it will require a full rank higher in terms of magic resistance in order to avoid the actualization of severing of any part on their body.
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Heart of Glasses
Class: Archer
True Name: Shirou Emiya
Parameter: Str: D |Agi: C | End: C | Mana: B | Luck: E | NP: ?
Passive Skills:
-Magic Resistance D: This Servant is immune to any magic attack of rank D below
-Independent Action B: Even if Emiya received feral damage upon his spiritual core, he can still survive for a short time.
Personal Skills:
-Eye of the Mind (True) B: Insight cultivated from training and learning. The "logic of battle" to calmly grasp one's situation and the abilities of the enemy, and And our a mean of escape when in dilemma. If the possibility of a reversal is 1%, a chance can be pulled out by purring this strategy to practice. Something falsely similar to the skill Instinct.
=(Strengthened) Seven Rings of Heaven (Near-absolute Defense) A+: A Noble Phantasm that Emiya got his hand on and capable of projecting said thing. A seven-layered Bounded Field with each layer as powerful as a fortress wall. It is shaped in the flower that blooms from Aias's blood upon his death. In order to keep the shield up, its user must provide it with magical energy to keep its form up. If a layer got destroyed, its user will also receive damage and pain in correspondence. Emiya usually uses it with a purpose to protect everyone around him.
-Clairvoyance C: Can keeping track of fast-moving target within a range of four-kilometer. Emiya acquires this by applying Reinforcement to his eyes.
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Hawkeye B+ Perfected combination and mastery of Advanced Structure Grasping and Clairvoyance, Emiya can easily find the enemy's weak points or openings. He can land multiple fatal blows or crippling strikes consecutively in quick succession by the uses of this skill in CQC combat.
-Magecraft C :-Capable of using orthodox thaumaturgy. Emiya can use Reinforcement to increase the essence of the tool he uses temporarily and Structure Grasping to grasp the structure of the substance including living beings. Most of other magecraft, if used by him, would just have dissatisfaction results against any other Servants.
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Projection A: Emiya has been using Reinforcement and Structure Grasping ever since he was young and do so repeatedly for 10 years with only those spells. Combined with "Sword" origin, he can near-perfect tracing and projecting blades, melee weapons and Noble Phantasm. Shields and other defensive measurements would cost more mane. Projection can only go so far if Emiya doesn't have the bond or understanding of its original wielder and rely completely on one sense. Without it all NPs he traces would suffer a rank down.
Noble Phantasm:
|Unlimited Blade Work|
Infinite Creation of Swords
Rank E-A++ | Classification: Reality Marble, Anti-Army
"I am the bone of my sword
Steel is my body and fire is my blood
I have created over a thousand blades
Unknown to Death,
Nor known to Life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons
Yet, those hands will never hold anything
So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works."
Emiya has no true Noble Phantasm, but if a Noble Phantasm is what represents the entirety of the hero itself then this would be what he called his true Noble Phantasm. An open, barren desert with monolithic black gears gyrating in the distance, with thousands if not countless blades littering the landscapes, anchored to the grounds like a grave marker of an unknown battlefield, it was where his path as human life truly end as it forever etched in his mind. But after seeing the conviction of his younger self. He continues to walk this path even if there's no happiness to be found. The reality marble grants him the ability project swords instantaneously and effortlessly and fires them as large barrages and allows him to be able to project Divine Construct but usually at the cost of his life as it would drain all of his mane without the use of Command Seals. The reality marble has a large mans cost to maintain it from collapsing upon itself
|Avalon|
The Everdistant Utopia
Rank EX | Classification: Absolute Defense
The hallowed scabbard of Excalibur, the embodiment of the utopia King Arthur seeks, originally stolen from her shortly before the Battle of Camlann due to the machinations of Morgan le Fay. It is a luxurious piece of equipment made of gold and decorated with blue enamel that seems more like a treasure to show dignity and nobility like a crown or staff than a weapon.
Its function as a Noble Phantasm is an "absolute defense" that completely shields its user in the domain of the fairies, Avalon, the unreachable utopia that King Arthur dreamt of and was said to have gone to after her death. It is the greatest protection in the world that goes beyond defending or reflecting, completely isolating its user in a world completely separate from the regular world.
The scabbard dissipates into countless tiny particles in the air and engulfs the user to become a "portable fortress" that shuts out all interference. It is the Bounded Field of the tranquil domain of fairies that keeps out all filth from the outside world, and allows nothing to harm the tranquil King that stands in the land of Avalon.
The individual is shielded from all destructive interference in the physical realm, transliners from parallel worlds, and multidimensional communication as far as the sixth dimension. It is on the level of true magic, an actual true magic in itself, that transcends all magecraft, and not even the Five Magics can overcome the barrier.
|Jeweled Sword Zelretch|
Blade of Fractal Recursion
Rank EX | Classification: Amplifier
It was invented and designed by Zelretch, and while it is called a sword its true form is that of a staff. It has the limited function to use the Second Magic. Specifically it can utilize the Multi-Dimensional Refraction Phenomenon. By using this mystic code, one can tap into the endless magical energy of the parallel worlds. It does this by creating a small opening to the same area in another parallel world, to draw in mana from that space, once it has used up the magical energy it can simply open a opening to another. As there are countless parallel worlds, the sword has an functionally endless supply of mana that it can draw upon.
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The Artificer
Class: Archer
True Name: Jordan Richard Gatling
Parameter: Str: D | Agi: C | End: C | Mana: B | Luck: D | NP: A+++
Passive Skills:
-Territory Creation B: Creation of a 'Workshop' that specializes in firearm weaponry becomes possible.
-Item Construction C: Able to create enchanted firearms that could harm a Servant, its power becomes higher if they were made within his workshop.
-Independent Action B+: This Servant can stay in this world without a Master for four to five days. That's if they conserve their mana and avoid combat. -Double Summon C: This Servant possesses both skills from both classes Archer and Caster
Personal Skills:
-Dauntless Will B: Even in a situation where there's no escape, this Servant will found an escape path of said situations regardless of conditions.
-Inherent Wisdom B: His knowledge of crafting many various things he invented in his fife. Unfortunately, most of them are useless in combat.
-Progenitor of Modern Warfare A+++: Any Servants before his era will have their parameters limited to his and his attack became unblockable in every sense, any Servants from after his era will receive a full rank damage increase from his Noble Phantasm and attack even when his Noble Phantasm already considered max.
Noble Phantasm
|Wheel of Fate|
The Changing Moment of Warfare
Rank A+++ | Classification: Anti-Army
The weapon that has changed warfare, for better or worse. This weapon has marked the moment that warfare will be changed and follow its will, even if other weapons can surpass it sooner or not. This thing will always be the king of battlefields once it has made its appearance, even if mythical weapons appeared or not.
| Pack a Punch |
Armaments Reimagined
Rank A+ | Classification: Conceptual Improvement|
The act of improving on existing weaponry by enchanting and heavy modifications until the weapon itself reaches beyond true potential, this NP suffers a modifier rank down on anything that isn't firearm or considered as one in the first place. Also, he can improve and craft anything that can be used as a weapon of warfare even if it isn't a firearm. Despite the fact that Gatling gun was the only weapon he ever made, its destruction has forever imprinted on the mind of people which let him forge any firearms to his liking like how Semiramis can summon the Hanging Garden of Babylon despite never see it built herself.
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The White Grail
Class: Caster
True Name: Irisviel von Einzbern
Parameter: Str: E I Agi: C I End: E I Mana: A+ I Luck: B I NP:
Passive Skills:
-Territory Creation B: Allows her to create a "Workshop". Not that she would ever use it as she would always be close to her husband no matter what.
-Goddess' Essence C: A Skill that expresses being a perfected goddess. Although her disposition is close to one, since she is not a Bunrei from a proper Divine Spirit, so its rank is confined to C.
Personal Skills:
-Sacrificial Resolve A: Feelings towards a loved one, which won't even flinch at self-sacrifice. Applies plus modifiers in regards to the effectiveness of defense • healing-type magecraft, Skills, and items.
=(Strengthened) Heaven's Feel EX :
Heaven's Feel is a magic that allows for the materialization of the soul, which stops the inevitable dispersion of the soul once it became unable to anchor to the world, also called as Third Magic. Born from her unbounded love for her own family and those who are close to her, she awakened to it during Chaldea's final hours. The result is that she can use Third Magic even though the effect is limited, it is more than enough to keep her allies from dying and fade away, especially during the time after the FATE summoning system was shut down during the fall of Chaldea.
-Child of Nature A: a Skill that represents one as a child born in the Reverse Side of the World that will eventually become the same. Even if they are not naturally occurring life, but living things created by human hands, sometimes even they can receive great blessings from the World.
-Healing Magecraft A: Irisviel as a Servant can exercise advanced healing magecraft.
=(Strengthened) Lament of Innocence A+++ Like her own innocence-like personality, pure from filth and blight, her healing magecraft now has far greater effect and can remove any ailments and curses from those she dedicated to.
Noble Phantasm
|Song of Grail|
Sing Out, O' White Grail
Rank B | Classification: Grand Magecraft (Near Magic)
Song of Grail. Connecting the Holy Grail with love and motherhood, it temporarily grants a sincere and pure prayer. Not the function as a wish-device, but simply a Noble Phantasm that her own existence sublimated. A Noble Phantasm that once in effect, those who are around her will always survive the next fatal attack no matter what it is.
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Welp... this is it. The end of the story. I supposed to fill out the final Servant Report but I have officially run out of spirit to keep this going on. It's been years and I just glad that it ended. Now, I'm onto the new story and no, it's going to be something entirely different than Fate. You'll know when I published it.