Chapter 6: The Storm
"RAAAGGGHHH—"
Steel swung through flesh as Mordred bisected the undead, spaying blood across her blade. Crimson lightning crackled in the air around her as she pointed the tip of her sword at the doctor.
"Cocky aren't you! You think you can take us all on by yourself huh?!"
Further back, the unknown servant glances at her and replies, "Of course not, I'm no warrior. I'm a simple man of medicine with a simple goal." The beaked man faces Mordred and tilts his head slightly to the side, "That said…"
A cacophony of groans and grunts sounds around the group as hordes of blurry figures shamble out of the dark haze. Countless zombified men, women, children, and animals stumble into sight, completely surrounding the group in a sea of pale flesh.
"W-What! Numerous signals detected! Numbers reach the hundreds…no, possibly t-thousands!" Romani exclaimed through the communicator.
"What led you to believe I was alone?"
Furious roars erupts from the mass of undead as they rush forward in a murderous frenzy. Frantic grasping hands and gnashing teeth surge out from the horde of bodies, intent on ripping them to shreds.
Mash lifts her shield and braces as a tidal wave of undead bodies impacts against it, pushing her back slightly. With a great heave she swings her shield, bashing many undead in front of her and sending them flying back. "The way they're dressed…Master! I think these may be the citizens of London!"
She lifts her shield and brings it down to crush the enemy in front of her, only to freeze up right before contact as the undead child lunges at her.
A beam of purple light streaks through the air and engulfs the undead child, evaporating him on the spot. Medea' cloak unfurled wide as she levitated into the sky, a dozen spinning magic circles appearing around her figure.
"Hesitation will spell your end. If you wish to keep your master safe, then overcome it."
"O-of course, thank you Miss Medea!" She dashes forward and intercepts multiple enemies.
A hail of magical spells rained down from the sky and into the undead army, obliterating all that were struck. With a simple flick of her wrist, an entire area would be bombarded by magical blasts.
Mordred ducked and weaved through the horde, hacking and slashing at every turn. Blood and gore flew everywhere as her blade cleaved through the mass, all the while wearing a feral grin.
"This is all you got!? Hiding behind some bodies and cowering!? You're even more pathetic than these zombies!"
Gudao and Gudako observed the battle while relaying orders to their servants. "Medea, search for the enemy servant! We need to bring him down—"
From the shifting horde, a single body broke rank and dashed forward straight at the masters at astonishing speeds. Now a single foot away, the robed doctor lunges with an extended hand at Gudako.
"...!"
Only to immediately dodge back as an enormous beam of magical energy strikes the spot where he was previously at, narrowly avoiding being vaporized. The undead horde rushes past the doctor en masse, once more hiding the servant among the sea of bodies.
"Tch, dodging at the last second. What a slimy worm we have here." Medea muttered from the sky.
"Do not resist." The doctor's voice was heard above the growling and snarling of the undead mass. "I can cure the sickness…come to me, for I am the cure."
"Oh great, he's crazy as well." Gudako grumbled to herself.
The endless army of undead continued its assault, continuously throwing their bodies at them. For every body struck down, three would replace its place.
"No good, this is turning into a battle of attrition. I don't think we can last forever under these circumstances!" Gudao noted worryingly.
"I'm kinda more focused on that bird-looking guy! If he keeps popping outta nowhere and rushing us, we might be dead before the zombies reach us!" Gudako yelled back.
Finding no respite, they continue to push back against the unending horde. Piles of bodies and limbs begin gathering on the cobble street, only to be trampled on by other undead that soon join the heap.
The doctor advanced through the mass of dead bodies looking for the opportune moment to strike, all he needed was a single touch. He didn't notice as the dark blade descended above him, it swung to decapitate—
An enormous fist flies through the smog and strikes Sanson mid-air, sending the assassin flying through the air and to the ground, where he bounced and rolled several times before landing on his feet.
A heavy thump lands next to the doctor, flattening several undead and cracking the cobble street beneath it. The hulking figure lets out a low growl, blood dripping down from between its tightly clenched teeth.
The doctor glances at the massive reanimated being who stood next to him. Various scars stood out against its pale skin and numerous blood stains drenched its clothes.
"Mr. Fernand, do help me with these difficult patients. They are ill and refusing of my treatment."
"RRRAAAGGGHHH!"
The overweight giant of muscle roars, its cry drowning out the sounds of the undead mass and echoing far. It brings down both of its thick tree trunk-like arms onto the stone floor, creating craters and sending stone fragments flying.
The giant charges forth, its thundering footsteps leaving feet shaped craters-behind. Pulling back an arm, it throws a bullet speed fist straight at Mash's head.
CLANG, only to be blocked by Mordred's blade. She strains against the fist, slowly and steadily pushing Fernand's arm back, "Ha! This is nothing! I've beaten giants much larger than you!"
"GRRAAAHHH!"
The two beings of brawn clash, tearing apart the ground beneath them and flattening any unfortunate undead caught in their wake of destruction.
"Behind you Mash!" Gudao suddenly exclaimed through their mental link.
Quickly turning around she sees as the plague doctor rushes at her, right hand outstretched to grab her. Pulling back her left fist, she throws a fast punch at his head as his hand becomes inches away from her face, intent on trading blows.
"H-huh? W-wait, what are you—" The sound of scuffling is heard in the control room, "Don't make contact! A single touch will cause instantaneous death!" Wyatt's voice shouts through the communicator.
Mash swiftly retracts her left arm and raises the shield on her right arm, blocking the grasp of the doctor and forcing him to withdraw back into the horde.
A brutal blow from Fernand sends Mordred skidding back to stop next to Mash, "Instant death?! Did I hear that right?!" Mordred grimaces, "What a nasty surprise…I see, so that was his plan."
"He's trying to pick us off one by one." Gudao mutters to himself, eyes roaming over the mass of zombies. "And by hiding away, it makes it virtually impossible for us to detect him until it's too late."
"Basically…very bad." Gudako quickly summarized.
"As if I'd let that happen!" Mordred raises her blade above her, "I'll force you out of hiding! You assassin wannabe!"
Dense magical energy begins gathering around her blade, crimson lighting fiercely crackles and arcs around her form. Violent blood red energy erupts from her sword and turns into a titanic pillar of furiously roaring light!
"My hate, my wrath! Face it and die! CLARENT—"
Her grip on the sword tightens and with a furious roar she swings down her blade, bringing ruination!
"BLOOD ARTHUR!"
A colossal beam of destructive crimson lightning discharges from the blade, shearing through undead army and annihilating all within its path! The deafening roar of lighting filled the air, overwhelming all other noise!
"UUURRRAAAGGGHHH!"
With a great shout and heave, she swings her blade wide to the side! Obliterating anything and everything engulfed in its light!
Several seconds pass before the Noble Phantasm finally dies out and the destruction left behind by its activation is seen. The once dense fog now had been cleared, revealing scattered ash and smoldering rubble. Numerous dead bodies with various degrees of burns were scattered all over, the majority scorched black and missing entire portions of flesh.
Fernand's huge figure was seen nowhere, though teeth the size of heads were littered about. Out in the open, a lone figure stood, surrounded by ash.
Cloak singed and torn, the doctor stumbled and fell onto his knees with a groan. His right arm had been burned off, leaving behind a cauterized stump. Using his remaining hand he pushes himself off the ground, slowly rising back onto his feet.
"I got you now you damn bird bastard!"
The stone beneath Mordred's feet cracks as she rockets forward with a burst of mana and crimson lighting, sword pointed forward and crackling with power.
"…!" The doctor moves to dodge out of the way, only to stumble again and wince in pain as he succumbs to his injuries.
Steel plunges into flesh as her sword runs through him, impaling him through his chest and out his back. Gasping in pain and crumpling to his knees, he shakily lifts his hands to the blade and attempts to weakly pull it out.
Mordred pulls out the blade and with a sickening crunch, delivers a powerful kick to his chest. Sent flying back through the air, he smashes into a wall with great force, creating a spiderweb of cracks.
His body falls limp as blood continuously rushes out of the open wound and down his robe, staining the black cloak and the cobble street. Golden motes of light float off of his body and into the air as his body begins to fade.
"N-no, not yet…" The doctor gasps out in his final moments, before disappearing into a swarm of golden particles—
Come now doctor, you cannot fail me now…
Wake now doctor, for it is unrealized…
Rise now doctor, for you must never fall…
Walk now doctor, for the court demands it…
Listen now doctor, for the Hanged One awaits your success…
I order you to wake…
I order you to rise…
I order you to walk…
All you have to do is finish it now doctor…
His body jerks and twitches, the intensity of it increasing by the second. Missing limbs regrow and open wounds rapidly close. His mind clouds over as he's forced to rise once more.
"M-master! The servant is up again! Your orders please!" Mash cries out as she moves herself in front of Gudao.
A volley of spells descends onto the risen servant's spot, each exploding violently and forcing the doctor to bolt out of the way. Teleporting next to the masters, Medea waves her staff and sends another barrage of spells after the servant.
"To even defy death, what a troublesome servant we face. Tch, even the pitiful undead are coming back!" Medea muttered.
All around the area, the remains of the dead were rapidly regenerating. From a single finger, flesh and skeleton would pour out and reform into a moaning semi-humanoid body. From ashes, the dead army rose once again, mindlessly groaning in pain and lurching forward.
"No he definitely died, I'm sure of it." Mordred spoke, "I definitely killed that bastard and he came back…but he's different now."
"Huh? Different? How? He still seems to want to kill us!" Gudako exclaimed questioningly.
"It's the way he moves, it's like that of a berserker's. He's no longer thinking anymore, only acting on instinct. He's more like a rabid animal now." Raising her blade, Mordred prepares herself for another grueling battle.
"Indeed! How sad it is, for a puppet to hang by their strings, forced to dance to their tune!" A voice dramatically declared from the fog.
"You—!" Gudako stares in shock as a figure strolled out from the hazardous haze, prompting the group to tense.
A male man dressed in Victorian fashion with a white waistcoat, black tail-coat, and trousers, greets the group. He bows to the group before standing and addressing the orange haired master.
"Greetings little lady, a beautiful day is it not~" The mask on his face mockingly smiles at her, "Is what I would normally say if it weren't for this horrid fog…nonetheless, it's a pleasure to see you again~."
His voice was soothing and pleasant, it calmed their suspicions and quenched their aggressions. The servants lowered their weapons, after they weren't in any sort of danger, this man was harmless! Such a kind man, to come here and…huh? Why was he here? Wait something is wrong—
Shaking her head, Mash suddenly snaps out of it, "Huh, what? Master beware! Charming magecraft!" she shouts. Shaken out by the Mash's shout, their thoughts clear and their senses refocus on the incoming sea of zombies.
The group quickly regains their senses after her warning. Gudao turns to Gudako in worry and questions, "That's him? The guy in Rome?" Getting back a nod in response, he shifts his focus between the undead army and the suspicious man.
Mordred points her sword at the man and growls, "Who are you!" Turning to the masters she asks, "You guys know this sleazy bastard!?"
The masked man feigns hurt, "How rude! I am not 'Sleazy' as you say! I preferred to be called savvy…or perhaps intellectual? Ah, but there's no time for this." He turns to face the undead horde shuffling at them, "Oh my, quite the numbers they got there!"
Back to glaring at the man, Gudako raises her voice and yells, "Why are you here?! What do you want?!" Beside her, Medea points the tip of her staff at the new servant, prepared to blast him away should he try anything.
Glancing back over his shoulder, he responds, "Hm? Didn't I say it last time? I'm here to help of course!" He turns his gaze onto Mash and says, "Prepare yourself young lady." Facing the crowd once more, he stares at the figure of the plague doctor emerging from the mass of bodies.
His pitying gaze sweeps over the doctor, "Good friend…what have they done to you. Look at how they warp your mind and soul…" Black liquid begins to pour out the holes of his frowning mask.
"You're all but a toy in his hands!" he snarls. "Unforgivable! I see his acts, I see his plans. `For the king'…how laughable! No, I shan't let it pass!"
Fury rolled through the black lord. Tightly clenching the sides of his mask, he screams to the skies in anguish.
"You shall die here old friend, this will be your mercy! I shall set you free, this will be my compassion!"
"Large influx of magical energy detected! It's all being gathered around him!" Romani frantically warned through the communicator.
"Everyone, get behind me!" Mash dashes to the front of the group and raises her shield high above her. "Unleashing Noble Phantasm!"
"And when you pass!"
Slamming the shield onto the cobble ground, she shouts with all her might, "Lord—"
"I Shall Weep for You!"
"Chaldeas!"
A flood of dark viscous liquid erupts from the holes on the man's mask. Rapidly spreading in all directions, the sea of black ooze rises, from an inch high to two inches, to three, to four. The undead army drowns in the corrosive sea as they're washed away, their flesh and bone melting down into nothing. Unable to dodge nor escape, the beaked doctor joins his creations in their certain demise.
Circles of light overlap each other as a gigantic ethereal shield of magical energy appears, holding back the deluge of inky liquid from engulfing them. Waves of the black liquid furiously collide against the shield.
From the black ocean rise enormous thick tendrils of sludge, they twitch and spasm before madly slamming down onto the shield of light. They continuously strike the barrier over and over, until a web of cracks begins forming on the surface of it.
Mash flinches, "Urgh! I-I can't hold this for long!"
The shield continues to weaken over time, the web of cracks growing larger and larger. Her arms tremble as she strains under the pressure of the attack,
"By this command spell! I order you, Mash, to stand strong!"
Magical energy surges through her as Gudao's command took effect, strength surging through her body. The barrier strengthens in response, all the cracks sealing shut and the shield of light grows in size.
Mash holds steady, withstanding the onslaught of blows for several minutes. Eventually, the ebony tentacles of ooze lose their strength and melt back into the black ocean. The sea of viscous liquid begins evaporating into black motes that disappear into thin air, leaving nothing behind but a lone standing figure.
Remains of the dark fluid trickle down the front of his grinning mask. Corrosion had eaten away at his clothing and body, once clean clothes now had many tears, revealing a partially liquefied chest underneath.
Brushing off his shoulders with a mummified hand, the masked man turns to the group, "I'm terribly sorry about that, it has been dreadfully difficult keeping it all in and…Well, when you got to go, you got to go." He shrugs, and the smirk on his mask seems all the more teasing, "If you know what I mean~"
Mordred grits her teeth in anger and snarls at the servant, "Cut the bullshit! You almost took us out with those undead bastards! Give me a reason why I shouldn't shove my sword up your ass!"
"So brutish and unladylike for such a fair maiden!" The backhanded comment only serves to agitate Mordred even more, making her blood boil and her grip on Clarent tighten.
"Oh, but don't paint me as the villain now! I've told you now haven't I? I'm here to help! Besides…" He dismissively waves his corroded hand, "I gave you ample warning. I told that beautiful lady over there to prepare, did I not?"
Mash stiffens as his gaze turns on her, uncomfortable as his prying eyes stare into her, as if studying her being and judging her worth.
"Oh, and what a wonderful job you did! Truly spectacular for such a young lady! I only see great things in your future little missy." A shiver goes through her spine as his wide malicious smile bears down on her, "Well…great things in the very little time you have left~"
Gudao steps in front of Mash, blocking her from his view, "Enough games, who are you truly?!" Gudako steps up beside him, defiantly glaring at the masked man and adds, "Tell us exactly what you meant with your warning! Or do you plan to dance around it with fancy words and dumb riddles?!"
The servant raises his hands in mock surrender, "Well now! So much fiery spirit, I love it~" He lowers his damaged arms, "Unfortunately, I can't tell you. Lest you wish to go mad with insanity. No…this is something you must figure out with your wits and wiles!"
Thick demonic fog envelopes his figure as he voice echoes out, "But out of the kindness of my heart, I shall grant you a hint~" His echoing voice becomes farther and farther away, "Remember now, chaos is a path that opens the way." His words were now barely audible, his voice sounding miles away, "The secret to organizing chaos is realizing the unknown and conquering the known."
The fog parts, revealing his absence with empty air and with a final whisper, a final message is delivered.
"If you can survive that long, that is~"
Silence comes over the group as they take in his words. The dark fog refills the entirety of the area once more
"That was just another dumb riddle!" Gudako shouts in outrage.
Mash sighs and opens communications, "Did you hear that doctor?
"Um, uh, y-yeah! We heard the message too. It's, uh, a bit to take in so Da Vinci and I are going to review the recordings later and discuss it. For now we should get back on track, steam engine Angrboda is still our main priority."
"I have found an entrance to what seems to be an underground area of sorts up ahead, so that may be what we're looking for." Sanson proposed.
"Yes, that sounds like a good idea. Shall we proceed, master?" Gudao nodded back in response, "That sounds about right, let's go."
"He pulled that final whisper and disappearing act again!" Gudako cries in rage upon realization.
And so the group continued to advance once more through the fog ridden city.
In the control room, Wyatt sighs in relief and calms himself. Seeing the all so familiar face of the plague doctor had brought him so much worry, even more so when he found that it had become a servant! Nonetheless, the masters had managed to fight against the odds and won, although not without the interjection of 035.
The conversation he heard had brought many questions. 035's motivations were questionable and there was no doubt in his mind that it was using the masters for something of its own gain. Clearly 035 was aware of something occurring and yet chose to keep them in the dark, why? The anomaly had also shown up as a servant as well, but how? And why? Was it through its own merits or was there some greater force acting from behind the scene? That tended to be the answer for the situations he's been in.
He felt as a finger gently tapped his shoulder and turning around, he's met with the pleasantly smiling face of Leonardo Da Vinci.
"Hey, mind following me to my workshop? Roman and I have some questions we'd like to ask you." Her smile gave away nothing, but he knew that he didn't really have the option of choosing in this case.
'Fuck.'
He nervously gulped, he had always expected for this to happen eventually, just not this early! But the appearance of the plague doctor had forced his hand, making him act earlier than he planned.
Eccentric as she may be, Da Vinci had been someone he actively avoided as much as possible up till now. He didn't want to deal with a genius like her in fear of her figuring him out using her great intellect.
"S-sure, lead the way."
He braced himself for what's to come.
( ( ◉ ) )
Wyatt sat on the bottom bed of a bunk bed within the holding cell of Chaldea. The room was dimly lit with a weak overhead light, faintly revealing the steel dirty walls and floor. He thought back to the meeting he had with Romani and Da Vinci within the workshop.
He had sat down at a wooden table with Romani sitting down across from him and Da Vinci standing beside the doctor. As expected, the moment the interrogation began, Da Vinci had launched a barrage of questions at him. Grilling him for answers, she had tried to catch him off guard with reassuring promises and deceiving statements made to bait him into answering. Dr. Romani had stayed mostly silent and only observed, while throwing in a few statements once in a while.
Refusing to answer anything or to give away any information, Wyatt opted to stay mute throughout the entire ordeal, much to Da Vinci's frustrations. It wasn't the first time Wyatt had found himself to be in that situation and like all the other times, he refuses to give the secrets of the Foundation. After all, what was the worst they could promise him? Death? That became meaningless after the hundredth time he died. Pain? They couldn't offer more than what he had already experienced. Far into the future of this infinite hell of his, he'll look back and simply remember this as another distant memory of a passing life.
Well, that's if he manages to ever remember it…
That aside, after a half an hour of questioning, Da Vinci had given up with a sigh and led him to the holding cells, where he was told to wait before being locked within as the reinforced door slid shut behind him. So he waited, sitting in the dark and dank room, unsure of what's to become of him. His nerves were tested with every passing second, but his will held strong. If there was one thing he was certain of, then it would be this: To the end of time, he'll continue to do what he always had done and plan for the ever-changing future.
Leonardo silently stares at Roman as he calmly goes through paperwork on his desk. They had moved to the empty infirmary, where she had found the document she was looking for.
The doctor notices her gaze, "Yes Leona? Something on your mind?"
Leonardo scoffs, "Don't act cool in front of me Roman." Holding up the two documents within her grasp, she addresses the acting director, "Do you know what these are? A personnel and medical file on one Wyatt Oid."
"Da Vinci, you can't just go in—"
"Look here." She interrupted him, "Seven years ago, Wyatt Oid entered the employment of Chaldea and has been working here ever since. But beyond that, we have no records of his life before this!"
She slams the document down onto the desk, right in front of Roman, "No documented education, no work history, no relatives, it's almost like he didn't exist before this!"
"Now now, maybe—"
"Take a look at this." She waves the other report she has in her hand, "Weeks prior, he admitted to the infirmary after being found near the heart of incident zero. Yet, it's reported that no injuries were found and that he was perfectly healthy!"
"W-well, maybe he was lucky and—"
"Don't lie to me, Roman!" She gets up into his face, causing him to sputter nervously, "There's something going on here and you know about it." She steps back and glares at him, "With practically no history, he shouldn't have gotten into Chaldea unless someone personally invited him. Someone with enough sway to bypass the eyes of others, isn't that right Roman?"
"I-I, uh, have no idea—"
"Romani Archaman!"
Roman flinches as she shouts his full name. He lowers his head and clasps his hands together before sighing, "Yes I invited him to Chaldea, yes I knew that something was off about him."
"But why?"
Roman stares at Da Vinci with a serious expression, "There's something wrong Leona, something inexplicable. All I know is that he's needed for what's going to occur, I really couldn't tell you more than that."
Silence ensues for several seconds as Leonardo stares at Roman. Deeply contemplating the information, she shakes her head and sighs, "You and your dumb visions. Alright, what's our next move then, Roman?"
Roman jerks his head up and stares at her with surprise, "Leona…"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm still upset that you kept this a secret from me. But then again, keeping secrets from others isn't something new to you is it?" She gives him a knowing smile as he sheepishly laughs, "If you can't explain it, then it's simply up to me to figure it out, like I always do."
Roman is silent for several seconds before breaking into a grateful smile, "Thank you Leona…" He stands up and hands her the paper he had been completing, "What do you think of this?"
"…?"
The metal plated door slid open with a clank, letting the light of the hallway wash in and illuminate the dim room. Wyatt stands up and watches as Da Vinci and Doctor Romani step into the holding cell. He had prepared himself for this moment, perhaps they're here to inform him of his permanent stay in the cells, or perhaps to torture him until he gives answers. Either way, he will not squeal, nor will he fold.
On the other hand, he has to convince them that he's genuinely trying to help them! That something strange is occurring! With the possibility of multiple future anomalies appearing, he needs to warn them of the danger! But for what reason could they trust him? To them, he's someone with hidden secrets that could endanger the organization. This is going to be difficult, but if he—
"Mr. Oid, would you like to become the third master of Chaldea?" Da Vinci said as she smiled at him.
"Huh?" His thoughts come to a halting crash as her words register in his mind.
"I'll take that as a yes." She walks out the door, followed by Romani, and beckons with her finger, "Come on, there's much you need to learn and many documents that needs to be filled out."
"W-wait, what the hell is happening!" His question goes unanswered as he steps out into the hall to follow the pair.
That day, he had his plans thrown into ruin twice and in the end, Chaldea gained a new master.
Oh shoot, plot development.
I wonder how things are going to turn out from now on? How will our masters react to the news? What was that ominous message spoken by 035? Will Wyatt ever get his pay raise? Find out next time in an episode of Fate Secure Order! Roll credits!
You want it, I want it, here's some voice lines for 049!
Summoning
"Servant caster. I have answered your call. Together, let us cure the world of man."
Dialogue 1
"Patients are waiting, we must not dally now!"
Dialogue 2
"What is it I seek to cure? Why the pestilence of course! Hm? No, not that one."
Dialogue 3
"I would appreciate it if you were to let me experiment on some of the other servants. Their bodies are quite…unique. It could be just what I need to finally obtain the perfect cure."
Dialogue 4 [If you have 035]
"He is indeed an old acquaintance of mine. We met long ago in that precarious place. He was in dire need of treatment and…well, the rest is history."
Dialogue 5 [If you have Asclepius]
"A fellow medical man! We have much to discuss and compare! Do you believe he'll let me operate on him? Oh, I must bring my operating tools!"
Dialogue 6 [If you have Nightingale]
"She often follows me around and glares at me with deep hatred, speaking about how I besmirch the title of doctor…I do not remember offending her in any form?"
Dialogue 7 [If you have Herman]
"You'll do well to not trust that man. That deplorable man sees nothing but fame and profit, if it weren't for my oath, I'd be tempted to let him succumb to the sickness."
Dialogue 8 [If you have First Hassan]
"Most curious. He is immune to my cure and yet, the youngest of the brothers follows his every step. Hmmm, perhaps something to research then."
Likes
"Curing patients, curing the pestilence, obtaining the ultimate cure—does it really need to be said?"
Dislikes
"I fear that a time may soon come, where my cure becomes ineffective. I both loathe and fear the thought of it."
Holy Grail
"I have no use for such a device. The cure will be reached through my own hands and efforts, for that is the task given to me. Any other will be meager and meaningless in comparison."
Birthday
"Another year through sickness and health."
Event
"Perhaps I can gather some materials for my cure? Let us partake."
Bond Level 1
"Our relationship? You are my patient and I am your doctor. I simply wait for when you fall ill."
Bond Level 2
"Interesting, quite interesting. May I test some procedures on you? It'll be painless…for the most part."
Bond Level 3
"From now on, you shall become my aid. Come now apprentice, there's much to do and much for you to learn."
Bond Level 4
"I shall teach you the methods of curing the sickness. Watch carefully now, this is a delicate procedure."
Bond Level 5
"You have been most helpful in my research! When the time comes, your operation will be most quick and painless…though I do confess, I would be greatly saddened if you were to ever become ill."
Ascension 1
"While the gesture is appreciated, power shall not help me in my research."
Ascension 2
"I see…with this, the sickness shall not stand a chance."
Ascension 3
"Hm? Wings? I thought I lost these long ago…"
Ascension 4
"You have…bolstered the gift? What a pleasant surprise…thank you."
Did someone say Omake time?
Omake: Dash J
"Who the hell are you! Name yourself!" Mordred demanded of the unknown servant.
"I am a doctor."
"That doesn't answer any—"
"Hmmm yes I am cure, I have cure."
Seemingly out of nowhere, the unknown servant pulls out a wooden walking stick and starts to energetically swing it around.
"Mmmmmm smell pestilence here, you take cure now yes?
"What the hell are you talking—"
Mordred never managed to finish her sentence, as in a blink of an eye, the beaked servant suddenly stood in front of her. Both hands holding the wooden cane high above its head, the servant swings downward, faster than Mordred could ever hope to react.
CRACK
The wooden stick cracks in two over her head, knocking Mordred out cold instantly. She sways on her feet before falling backwards onto the cobble floor, unconscious.
Mash, Medea, and the masters stare in shock at what had just occurred. Within a single second, the self-proclaimed doctor had just effortlessly beaten the Knight of Rebellion.
"Oops stick broke, need new staff for curing, yes."
Medea shook off her shock, "That thing is dangerous! I'll obliterate it right now!" Flying high into the sky, she spreads her cloak and brandish her—
'Wait! Where is my staff?!'
"Hmmmm, yes good stick. Will heal with stick."
The beaked doctor now stood on the opposite side of the group with Medea's staff clenched in its hands. Inspecting the staff, the servant quietly muttered to itself something suspiciously along the lines of, "Now need new shoe."
"Y-you insolent buffoon! Return my staff at once before I blast you to smithereens!" Medea cried in outrage.
The beaked servant turns its head to stare at the hovering Medea, "You fly? Stick yours? You bird doctor like me?"
She grits her teeth in anger as a dozen magic circles appear around her, "Your death shall be slow and painful, you moron!"
The doctor servant shrugs, "Ok I return stick." It throws the staff at Medea like a javelin, shattering the sound barrier as it travels.
"…!"
All her magic circles shatter as Medea is impaled by her staff and sent flying back hundreds of feet, disappearing from sight.
Gudao, Gudako, and Mash stand, paralyzed in fear as the servant turns its gaze upon them. Sweat runs their faces as Mash takes a large gulp and lifts her shield.
"Stand behind me! I shall protect you both!"
The beaked servant advances, slowly walking towards them. Dread and doom built up with every step it took, its eyes promised death. There was no escape, only certain defeat! It was getting closer! They were—
"Oof—" The doctor suddenly trips over a pebble and lands beak first onto the floor. It lays there completely motionless for a full minute as the masters stare in confused silence.
"…"
"…"
"…"
The fallen servant's body disperses into a cloud of golden particles that vanish into the air. Leaving Mash and the masters alone in the fog, where they stood in silence, unable to comprehend what had just occurred.
"…"
"…"
"Uh? Servant death confirmed? Battle finished?"
Another victory for Chaldea.