Author's Note: I might as well rant how unfair it is to propel this out than my other story DORAC and my other freaking story which I freaking don't know who post without my permission. I have given a thought of giving this another shot again and grasp the loose ends that I recklessly throw aside, as my inspiration simmer like an embers or like that. But hey, I don't break promises- ever- and I'll finish this dobe even I lost my fingers in the process.

Meltlilith is not pleasant, but certainly love has changed her one way or another.

Hakuno pounded good morals on her swimming mind full of terrors and horrors to inflict pains to those undeserving with her 'Senpai's attention. Of course, she butted heads with BB, Sakura had been hiding with their Senpai quite frequently and she bullied her little sister Passionlip.

Yet it is not a feud. It is sisterly bond. They are technically the same person; a backup box that Sakura hide, where BB formed, in which Meltlilith and Passionlip are created, to an emotion directed to the only person who cared for their well- being.

They are different, yet one and the same.

Sakura with her healing attributes, blessed by the Moon Cell, had taken pose to repair injuries for Hakuno repetitively without a peep.

BB, with her ever impossible feats, that can override the system, had proven a good tactician, a hacker of sorts, to secure the adventures they had with an iron grip, preventing foretold damages for their loved one.

Passionlip, with her destructive prowess, are imaginable dependent to be the beacon if they ever fall. With her pleasant and pleasurable personality, she is seen as a good aid and a great listener when it comes to problems at heart.

And Meltlilith- herself, had taken the beating to carve a path to her beloved, always a step wider, ahead and forerunner so she would melt her enemies, and shunned them in the depths of her sadistic ocean of lust.

They have one goal; to protect those they loved- and loved they did, dedicated to passionately sacrifice everything for Hakuno, even if the said cyber ghost will exaggerate about self- propriety and selfishness.

Meltlilith is sympathetic; for she knew the feeling of it. Passionlip too, as they are created by pain and loss, S and M, love and hate, selfishness over selflessness, unrecognizable apathy towards what they craved.

Worry. Concern. Laughter. Bond; those were a few Hakuno's Mind taught them for a short period of time. So much that, the AI's world had depended to her, every time.

So when it was revealed that their amore was incomplete and on searched of her pieces, Meltlilith dives right in to find it herself, to share the burden and to ease the weight on Hakuno's shoulders.

The Virus appeared. The holes emerge. Her epiphany awaits, and the objective articulately preserve in the slate.

So imagine her surprise when the hole she jumped into take her places she never identified being in S. E. R. A. P. H. Or it is tightly secured within the confines of guarded Eye of the Moon where BB could not appear to.

The wristwatch Hakuno gave stops ticking, as Meltlilith looks down in concern.

One thing draws a delusive conclusion, but it is possible- anything parallel to Hakuno's creation is possible.

Time does not run. It is stagnant. On hold.

But she perseveres. Corruption is no matter. She is the epitome of virus Moon Cell likes to delete. She's an enigma. A worm herself, so likely the Umbral Star had deemed her companion. Like an enemy of its enemy, is in fact, a friend.

She bleed determination and abandoned formality to 'Search' in the sea of microscopic monsters screwing its others out.

While she trails her way to find any semblance of Piece of Hakuno hiding in the endless maze of corrupted data brought a very peculiar sight of a pile of Servants and humans, fighting for their life on Infected Effigies of hundreds of thousands.

Karna pierce with his spear.

Siegfried slashed with his sword.

Lancelot dive and cleaves.

Alexander the Great grips and kills without remorse.

They work in sync as vanguards, the first line of offensive prowess diminishing the ever growing enemies with abundant ferocity and grim.

Scathach drew her weapons, shadows which lurks attacks the virus.

Anderson stand tall, book opened at incredible hands, the world is bath with his protection.

Nobunaga fires at will, grinning like a devil she is.

Gilgamesh stands bored, his tome afloat, while the Gate of Babylon are used both as frontal support.

A half- Servant, the soul of Galahad- sturdiest shield to the Masters are determined, shield raise at her enemies in rogue.

They stood guarded at each side, forming a box and undetectable barrier for two hectare between the mob of colossus enemies and their charge.

Heracles is kneeling at the human girl's left.

Spartan is frozen next to the human boy's right.

Merlin hid them at his tall figure.

Okita is guarding their defenseless backs.

They remain calm at amidst the war, at the center of operations voicing thoughts with their eyes.

Medusa lowered down her blindfold, glaring at the enemies at the coast.

Vlad summoned his trusted horse, mounting it as they prepare to launch.

Gawain brandished his sword.

Ishtar rides her boat.

The vanguards halt at their tracks and quickly run to the barrier that erupted to diminish the following flies. Medusa and Ishtar took the sky and the men take reign on land. They meet the vanguards half- way, and continue where they paused.

Semiramis healed them.

Chiron tried his best to support the Queen of Assyria.

Meltlilith stand astonished. She knew not Moon Cell can contain real life forms and summoned Servants in the chaos. Moreover, said life forms astonishingly put brains on their plan.

Said life form- with orange hair and eyes glued at her spot, surprise evident at her feature. So thus Jack the Ripper and a beautiful man in garb behind the hulking Berserkers.

The Alter Ego smirks in satisfaction. She wants answer, and it will not spurt while the effigies are still on the way.

"Drat…" she grumbles, flicking her hair before she flew, straight to the chaos; at the point of heart.

"[Skill: Drain]!" unleashing a wave of her pheromones, the effigies stopped in their assault to gaze at her form. Quickly, they form into black goo trying to sway her in their blackness. They drew closer. They touched her skin and ended up wallowing; her lustful skin draining them of their very own existence.

Seduction is everything. And a seductress must not be wanton enough to ride in the pleasure of sin.

So the effigies disperse. The few backs away from the prey; running at every direction. They know how powerful she is. They know how different hell could be.

She strode forward while the Servants retreat to their Masters in caution.

"Yare, yare. Monkeys everywhere…." She drawled, mocking them with her indifferent tone of voice, continuing to stroll with no care in the world.

Fascinated by the beautiful women and men of history, Meltlilith gave a small smile-

"You know, does the concept of underwear's not in your vocabulary?"

-Only to scowl at the orange haired human, grinning at her like mad.

"Rude." Meltlilith snarls, looking down at her favorite outfit.

Hakuno likes the way she is, so why bother doubting it?

The brunette did not like seeing her being brutal, but she did smack the nape of the girl anyway.

The effect was instantaneous, and Meltlilith grinned as the affect was quietly the very reason she done it in the first place.

"O- owie~! Mo- chan, stop harassing me~!"

"Be quiet, you! Now get that stupid feet down and deal with it!"

"But Mo- chan~! It hurts~! I can't take it anymore~!"

"Are you a man or not!? Jeez, you're a Servant, this is nothing for you, you dumb buffoon!"

"I done it many times~! I can't take another one or I'll die~!"

"It's just a freaking ground, Astolfo! Move your ass or I'll cut your dang in half!" Mordred hissed as she gripped the Rider's hair, while she rides piggyback on him. Astolfo sniffs, stepping at another landmine that brings a short shock on his feet. He whines in protest. This is the twentieth that burns his legs up.

Tamamo's not far to them, busy giggling while she used the inactive ground they trailed for her. It's easy to enjoy when you're not the one having a difficulty in it. Mordred would be by her side, if only Astolfo didn't run at his obligation to track the mine. So the blonde made an easier time to control him, and that's to ride him until they bypassed the explosive ground.

They had appeared at the Sakura Labyrinth with a few effigies of BB's creation. Unfortunately, the purple haired Ego is busy protecting the base where the infected black holes are ranging in number. She would help if she could, but the series of unprecedented events at the perimeters are undoubtedly troublesome, so she did make them accessible at the Labyrinth- with a permission to eliminate everything under the pretense of saving the thousands in sacrifice of a few.

They did not expect to be dropped in Jinako's labyrinth though, with the ground setting of fires and curses undetectable even to Servants.

'The anomaly knows what they are doing.' The fox woman thought in all matter serious, before turning her gaze to the triumph blonde, surviving the flaring mine with Rider twitching at the floor. 'I wonder what it aims for.'

She gaze at the effigies at her back, assessing them and finding it sufficient while it will maintain supplying them with healing support, she would tolerate traveling with them.

"Tamamo," Mordred called, kicking Astolfo. "Any plans to do yet?"

She summoned the courage to blink at the blonde in surprise, astonish at the impatient green orbs drilling her skull.

"Well?"

"I'm sorry?" She raises her eyebrow in disbelief. "Did I just hear it correctly? I know I am capable of course, but I would've thought you'll take reign leading this mission."

Mordred frowned, tilting her head to the side, acting as if her question is stupider than Rider. "Well… yeah? Why would I lead though?"

"I assume you will. You knew these labyrinths better than I, or the enemies lurking nearby."

"It doesn't mean when you assumed that I will." Mordred complained, quickly averting eyes from her.

"But the truth remains you are capable of it."

"I'm not… not today."

"Care to elaborate?"

Tamamo sees the blonde grumble, eyes sweeping the floor with the scrutiny of a lion. The low draping of shoulders do wonders at her increasing wonder to Mordred's defeat.

"I could have had, but my condition will far aggravate me." The blonde explains, trotting slowly forward. Tamamo gave chased.

"Mordred?" concerned,- though she loath to admit it- Tamamo walk in pace with the agitated ruler, ignoring the groan coming from Astolfo walking from behind them dejectedly.

"I'm not… Look, just think it through alright!?" she stomped aggressively away from the intrigued fox. "I'm not-…. There are still missing. I'm still not ready to face the fact I…. I'm bigger than a mere human, got that? I… I have the nature to fight and I have goddamn skills, yet this… body is not ready. I'm still human in every aspect you willed it be." For the whisper Mordred ended her statement, Tamamo realized the belittlement she is squawking to herself.

The fox could be more interested, Mordred Pendragon never had been so opinionated to her weakness after all. So all is what it took for her to understand the pain of giving away something which may stab her back tenfold. Pride is Mordred but she takes it away to give Tamamo the opportunity to protect her vulnerable back.

Mordred trust her to be, and it makes Tamamo happy.

"I hope you know how to make amends with my plan."

Mordred rolled her eyes at her. "I sure can than took off and die. I'm decent fighter, woman, but not that good."

"Wow, is that humility I hear, Mo- chan~?" Rider piped in, coughing as he pushed himself of the ground.

"Try that shit on me and you'll regret it, Astolfo." She warned the boy, scrutinizing Tamamo's growing smirk as time passed.

So with a flourish- head held high and all-, Tamamo marched in eagerness, ignoring the eye rolls she was being ridiculed for and sweep the floor with a jeer.

"I hope her head won't burst with all the air she's getting…." Mordred's whisper made her ear twitched. She was having none of it, so she'll ignore the teasing for now.

The labyrinth doesn't have the tint of its usual reddish background and rumbling gait of gifts. It was eerily silent, too foggy and gray for their liking. However, the floor oozed with the cracks of its unfathomable system, where the enemies head popped out with their bodies not seconds on tail.

They launched themselves according to their instinct, clearing floors and smacking monsters out of their way with velocity akin to what they are deemed to be. Rider, with his speed, face a pattern of sort, diagonal in chase and barreling at the multitude monsters with agility only in his class could have. Spear and sword, squeezing his way in the center, he fought and swiftly cut loose his skill to immobilize and create a moment for the unfazed monsters to cease coming in Mordred's direction.

Tamamo, with her mirror and magical fables of papers- orchestrated a hundred glyphs in the air, three ice forming in each, and conducting a barrage of ice bullets to the portals from far away, dabbing and casting fire beacons nearby like mines, creating a wall, with only a small passage to entertain those who can avoid. Of course her fire is absolute, fox fire- no matter what origins, Amaterasu's fire could not be extinguish with mere charm. It will burn everything it touches, forever alive.

The enemies whine in misery, diminishing like ash in zeroes and ones.

BB's constructed monster AI's succumbed into the floor, alighting it with pattern, making it appears to be alive and moving, quickly and sabotaging the floor mercilessly, like a setup repair hunting for the portal of viruses, and fixing it with precision an AI with a consciousness could maintain. The floor groans, and the air weeps, but they remain true to their objective, and one person left running at the only passage Tamamo willed, sword at her hands.

Mordred jumped into the fray, heart thudding, sweat forming- yet she insist on not giving it away. Her body is that of a human, so precaution is stilled in her moves, brash and vile, biting and punching if necessary; instincts on overdrive.

The blonde cave in to her fears the second she enters the labyrinth with her companions. She admits she was scared.

However, for being afraid, comes the strength of a brave woman, a strong desire of accepting what she can become. By admitting her cowardice, lights the flame of might and humility of courage on her veins.

So she cleaved the path of her own. Sweep. Clash. Kill. And run.

She was in pursuit. She had no real pull on her strikes, disadvantage to the few monsters slithering with their guards up.

It repeats again and again, but she persisted, standing tall. Her bones groaned in exertion, her muscles quiver in pain. But her eyes held determination, and she did. Not. Back. Away.

She is human. Yes.

She's still weak. Yes.

But whoever says humans cannot be strong with only sheer instinct to live?

And with her will, something inside her sings. Mordred processed it as exhaustion, but the warm feeling in emits are a thousands of comfort to her thudding heart. She reach for it. She craves for it…..

And when she did realize the motion, she hastily pushed the Rider far away, out of her reach. Out of her field of sight.

"GET DOWN!" is all she ordered, before that burst. The fury in her heart opens on her skin, and the explosion of [Skill: Red Thunder] overpower the speed and mass around her, creating a humungous shockwave that even the floor disseminates at the force of the ability.

When the dust kicked, with the two companions in waiting, Mordred held her sword at eye- level, vibrating in power, bathed with red glows and cackling of lightning on her skin.

She grinned at her discovery, before Astolfo collide on her side, skyrocketing at her left to Tamamo's shield, as the labyrinth cackles and explodes its frame, the sky is being ripped apart.

"You alright, Mordred- kun~?"

"No shit, man! Can't you fucking tell that broke my ribs!?" Mordred yelled at the tensed Rider, laughing nervously to the pain he caused her.

"Oh~, but if I bail on you and ignore the big ol' rocky, your head could be the only thing that can be saved~!"

"Like hell I'll let my guard down for that damn to squeeze me out!"

"Tut tut tut~! Mordred, you should be grateful~! A 'thank you Astolfo~!' are greatly appreciated, hmm~?"

"Shut the buck up!"

"Is this the time to bicker!?" Tamamo asked, purposely shoving mana to the triangular shield of her choosing, bathing enemies whom the ripped on the sky spouts.

"Well…." The new yet familiar voice seeps the playfulness away, as the Servants froze on their spot. "… I think it's time you realize there's company."

Mordred and Tamamo whipped at their backs, seeing a small figure amidst the three forming humungous Monsters at each side.

Tamamo hissed and bristled.

Mordred sucked a lungful of air and stared at the figure with guilt, regret and pain.

"You…" she breathes.

Rin Tohsaka smiles at her. Sorrowful. Disappointment raging on those beautiful cerulean eyes.

"Hello, Mordred. How nice of you to step down your throne to greet me."

"I….. I don't understand?" she stumbled, backing away, clutching her chest. Her eyes betrayed her, but the happiness Rin's- being installed on her heart gave her hope; seeing the lived eyes staring with intensity she knew so well within the Grail.

Mordred tried to stand straighter, and held a hand to take her friend's palm on hers-

"MORDRED!"

-but the delusional hope on her voice shattered, the more Astolfo collides on her again. Saving her again. Against the Monsters. Against Rin Tohsaka's outstretch hand.

She forgets reprimanding Astolfo in a horrified silence, asking behind her orbs, anger almost crippling anything she like to burn.

"…. Why are you here?" almost like a whisper. Almost never heard.

But Rin gave her own resignation, a smile so weak. A smile with no hope to change their future, it anger Mordred so.

Standing before her is a woman who deals hardships with her and her Hakuno. That is the woman who gave a reason for Hakuno to be better and achieved decent amount of survivability on her own.

This is the woman who gave them chances for the better.

This is the woman who was saved by her Master.

So why…. Why is she here?

"I'm here for your Master, Mordred."

"….Why?" with suspicions, Mordred's guards raise on her demand.

Rin's lips thinned, giving her an apprehensive look. "…. Someone ordered me to."

"You?" in disbelief, Mordred chuck strands of her hair. "You're making someone 'order' you? I get it if Leo's here and all-"

"-that he is."

"-but, whoa… hold up? Did you really? And what's the big deal of having Hakuno? Who the hell did you deck into?"

"Whom and what is my reason has no meaning for you nor it will be your concern. It can't be help." The leader of terrorist sighs, eyes drifted to the glowing tattoos on her arm and racing to her chin. "I am looking for Hakuno….. and I insist if you give her willingly to me, your life would be spared. But I cannot do that am I?"

"Yes." Mordred respond too quickly, resentment building and building. "But what the fuck did you just said? 'It can't be help!?' Who the fuck are you!?" she then yelled, glaring at the confused expression of the raven haired.

"I am Rin, doofoos." Rin deadpanned, tone bordering exaggerated. "Or so I heard and see you likely recognize me."

"Yeah, but who the fuck are you!?" Mordred urged, hopelessly staring at the fighting Astolfo and Tamamo fending off the corrupted monsters, while still giving her time.

"What do you mean?" with that nonchalantly did Mordred jerks her neck to glare, and dodge the wide swift kick of Rin at her neck, before kicking her on her chest.

Mordred did not wheezed, but she raise high and face her head on without planning, groaning to exhale.

The cackle of lighting runs beautifully on her skin, cocooning Mordred with it's frizzling intensity, doubled over by her rage to see her friend in this situation again.

"You… who are you!?" she demanded, dancing with her friend on toes and in nails. "Let me tell you this whoever you are! Rin Tohsaka is a woman of honor! Honor you would likely never had!" she yelled, striking a fist and colliding it with Rin's active [Skill: Gandr]. "She has the will, the focus, determination! Something you know very little about!"

Another, she was propelled forward, blood rushing in overdrive, blinking back tears of frustration in her eyes. Rin stopped and stumble, catching the blonde's arm and overturning her with a swift pressure and kneeling her at her bruised ribs.

But Mordred did not falter. She will never waver.

Not without teaching the fake in front of her.

Not without wiping that irritating resignation to her bones!

Barely holding Rin's fist, she delivered another run house of kick to her nose. Rin yelp in pain, striking a palm up to her chest yet again. They separated, yet they kick dust to be near and kill.

"You have my friend's face! Her voice! Her eyes!" she grunted, Clarent sliding off materialized Gale Bolg, sparks fly. "But you doesn't have her soul! Her heart! Her mind!" she screamed, and so thus Rin. "My Rin would not confess weakness! She conquered them all with her head high! 'It can't be help' is not a word she'll go into! So I asked you this, who are you!?"

Gale Bolg pierces skin and meat, directly on her shoulder, nicking the tendons.

Clarent cleaves skin, meat and bones, thrust down at Rin's shoulder blade, stuck in a painful way.

Mordred held her ground. She made her head useful, and cracks her head to Rin's in anguish, breaking her lock.

Silence reigned between the two, unnoticed was the brutal battle just close. They have their eyes for each other. Waiting. Debating what will they do.

"Why must you surrender into a vile excuse to anger me so!?" Tamamo snarls, decking and smashing her mirror in an elegant dance to the humungous creatures greater than Jabberwocky, twice the build and width, just out of corner.

Astolfo laughed at the other, playing with the Monsters with his griffon.

"You make me happy, you know." Rin hushes, eyes almost blinking with tears. "Seeing you defend my character with passion. But life find ways to make us miserable over and over again, you know that, right Mordred?"

"I do."

"You see the best of me, just like your Master…. Typical Hakuno." She chuckled weakly, raising Gale Bolg with one arm, the other not useable. "But you didn't see my fragility, Mordred. I am not always confident. I'm not always that big. The Umbral's virus failed to a degree to give the proper data into my own cyber form. I have her all, but not what keeps me moving forward so many times before."

"So?!" Mordred demanded, lights blindingly zapping out within.

"So?"

"So what!? Are you excusing what you are now? Weak- willed? Resigned!? Hopeless!?"

Rin roared, investing on the speed to collide with the blonde.

Mordred did not disappoint, meeting her halfway.

"I did not plan to be here, you ruffian!" Mordred almost smiled, but she keeps quiet, stabbing Clarent and missing the nick of the spear on her neck. "My wish! My ambition! It all falls when the Holy Grail ends! Hakuno became my world! She became my friend! She became the living testament of my accomplishments! She trusted me with her life! I revived her! I revived you! But what happened!? Nothing!"

"I am here, am I!?"

"You do not get my point, you ass!"

Mordred duck and sidestepped an effigy making a forefront step back at Astolfo's fire of claws before growling, Clarent and Gale Bolg bouncing and screeching. Two legends screaming to the volatile emotions of their wielders.

"I didn't get to live my promise. I didn't even recognize you until I see for myself. I thought I prevented it. You and Hakuno for returning in this life! In this hell hole of a game! But everything I do! Everything I keep inside me! It's all for nothing because you keep coming back! You were running, but this goddamn world is following you! Chasing you! For what!? And then I found out!" Rin release Gandr, directly at Mordred's leg.

Mordred abruptly stumps at the ground, awaiting the burning eyes of her friend. Rin Tohsaka's burning ire.

She chuckled weakly, as Rin's tears dampen her sweaty skin.

"I found out your ploy! I found out who the fuck is tracing you! And guess what!?"

Mordred's breathe hitch, looking down at the spear clinging at her stomach and Clarent's buried at her rival's hipbone.

Blood spluttered, yet it seems the physical pain can't reach the emotional impact they had for each other.

Rin slaps her face with anger, as she slowly saw the livid expression of the leader.

"You. YOU. I can't believe it's you!"

Mordred's heart palpitated. Mind in shambles to define what Rin is saying on her face. Silently asking, 'What did I do?'.

"You descend upon hell in this place! A virus from an ancient monster to boot! You became insatiable! You became a demon that should've been protecting the world! A world Hakuno left in your hands! But what did you do!?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Mordred hissed, arms locked at Rin's deranged ones, keeping her there, secure in her reach.

"I know.." Rin, slowly felt the air in her lungs calming, tattoos residing comfortably on her neck. "…. I never thought I'll have a meeting with you like this.…. I asked you this…. Here, now, in front of me…. 'Who are you', Mordred?"

She could've said, Hakuno's lover.

Rin's friend.

Tamamo and Astolfo's companion.

The world's unwilling servant.

The unfortunate one…

But Mordred did not answer.

She didn't know who she is either.

"Please take care of her."

"I will with all my ability to serve, Miss D'Arc."

"Do I have your words that if the evil arises, the Other Side of The Moon would embrace her acceptingly?"

"Even without my words, those an enemy of our enemy, is a friend."

"Thank you, truly." Jeanne bowed at Sakura, waist deep in gratitude to the AI. Giving a small squeezed to Saber Mordred's limp hand, she sauntered to her companions, already in line at the twin Masters' behind, breaking nodes and binary data.

While her body is willing to take risk and volunteer to the beginning adversary, Jeanne's heart aches for the small and lithe frame of her loved at the infirmary, comatose in a degree. Saber Mordred did not woke up, nor even give a glimpse of recovery from her damaged many days. They have grown worried and speculate of higher problem, but without given facts, they are walking at the dark at the situation of her blonde.

She gave one last look to the company she had, and smiled as one of the master gave her a swift nod and a small understanding at her reluctance.

It seems the Masters gave a huge thought to their upcoming difficulties, giving frontal assaults as a lethal defense. Nero, Arturia and Altria would be the vanguard and Jeanne and her Alter self would be the caravan to scoop the Masters in their speed to catch up the Sabers of the team. As a precognition, Hakuno and her Soul are convinced that if ever a problem arises, escaping is the top of the list rather than the last, as this was a search and retrieval operation. The few digressed, as it was a sham in their code of honor.

Hakuno are validly perceptive, but honor is shed upon skin from an enemy who will cheat everything.

However, having to leave Mordred behind is far off- putting for her taste. Defenseless she is, Jeanne has this dread lurking beneath her skin.

Altria and Arturia are no better. They argue in the most refined, formal, robust and precise gallant brutal statements and arguments. Jeanne knew it will serve its purpose one day, loath she ignore every scum of fiendish words and avoid being in between two dragons.

She was beginning to doubt the survivability of her companions. But inept as she is, she hated being deviously out of order, moreover when it comes to missions. Gudako and Gudao had their amount of small dosage of insanity and peculiar bust of teamwork, yet it is hard to consume that another Master had run the same road with them…. Or is it just a Master's thing to do?

"Stop thinking. You're making me sick." Jeanne shot her head up to her left, looking at her alternative counterpart in surprise. Joan could be deceivingly pleasant, but her tongue sure does cut steel. She's wary for the Avenger, but she need to rely accepting her as another if they can just get along.

"I failed to see the connection of my concerning thoughts to your illness." She states, abruptly and a little rude. She's the girl who led an army to serve God no more. She's just Jeanne- a Servant, and a person who can vague open her opinions without risking being put in the contradictory place of heaven.

Joan gave her a grunt, glaring at the other side. "Dark emotions are rolling out of you in waves. You're a Saint for Peter's sake, grey thoughts are below you."

Greatly intrigue and offended, Jeanne set her mouth straight. "And what defines it as?"

"Distress. Hopelessness. Discomfort. Concern is a part of you, but it is out scraping the bad rather than good."

"I didn't realize you can read emotions splendidly. I might conclude you emphatic."

"Please," Joan scoffed. "I eat it. I have no empathy or sympathy, but coming off of you? No thank you for the food. I rather eat worms than inhale yours."

"My, you are quite livid on me." Jeanne grumbled, deadpanned at the conversation.

"You doubt it? My word, you have underestimate my dislike for you."

"I wonder how I could become of you."

"I am hatred, born as vengeance. What do you expect? That you are holier than thou?" Joan sneers, completely avoiding the uncomfortable stares of the silent Sabers. "There is always darkness behind a light. Human is futile and deceive do be born innocent, yet we have the sin of Adam and Eve. Is it truly good? We are nothing but an extension of sins of the first man and women. How could you conclude you have none of their taint yourself?"

Jeanne decides not to respond, shame bubbling in the surface.

"My, you have a devious humor for the creation of God, Joan." Nero applauded, even though it seems to just fill the silence of the hall.

"It's not humor. If it is, then I'll make fun Adam's dick did not satisfy his wife so she run into the lair of a snake's tongue."

Jeanne splutter, a horrified indignation making her breath hitched and coughed.

Joan continued, furrowing her brows at the dazzling statues of two Pendragon. "Then they make hoodlum babies, devils reborn. Many angels fall, wanting to experience the same pleasure and temptation. I don't know," she paused, overly thinking for a good ending. ",maybe the snake's female and Eve preferred to be lapped than ride like a cowgirl so different sexuality exist than mere straight cur."

"Mother of All is not into bestiality!" Jeanne cracked then, whipping her arms into the air, willing the words to be forgotten spouted to make fun of the first human created by the God.

"Woman's lust knows no bounds. They had no toys back then. You don't know the feeling of being unsatisfied, nor experience the taste of sex. Don't make loose ends tie when it's not for each other, you can't pull off words without truth. Disadvantage of being virgin, I guess."

Arturia flinched at the despicable words, laying one hand for the stunned Saint's shoulder in sympathetic comfort.

Altria looks deflated, a regretful demons lurking on the surface of her skin.

Nero actually looks joyful. She bountifully guffaws her merriment to their dumbstruck faces.

"Umu~!" she laughed, clapping her hands in wonder. "Your humor is greatly astounding! A theatrical poetry of your twisted mind should be known!"

"It's just common sense. And you're an ancient Roman- you have multitude of Gods and Goddesses, so why are you appreciating my version of 'Adam and Eve'?"

"Hah! A true Emperor should be open to the compassionate words of her people!" Nero grins, puffing her chest out in pride. "Different beliefs and peculiar stories. What is not to give for the beauty of your wisdom?!"

Joan's eye twitches in irritation, sliding a few feet away from the small roman. "And now you're making me feel sick with your discombobulated narcissistic pride and confidence. Have you known some humility?"

With turbulence and a light snap of lightning, the door towards the Coliseum shook and shuddered, red markings leaving the frame. Hakuno and her Soul deadpanned, boring holes at Joan's head that turn heads. Joan- prayed- gulped in worry. She hated it when her Master sought her attention.

"Jeanne," the Soul reprimand, softer and a little playful. "You have your fun now, don't you think? Can we placid what you are doing so we can start now? Okay?"

"Of course, Master." Joan agreed, standing close and materializing her banner.

"Master," Altria called. "It occurs to me that Astolfo, Tamamo and your lover has not returned by their self- reflection at the temple. Should I fetch them and follow you after instead?"

Hakuno shook her head, confusing even the Avenger with her nonchalant behavior. "No need. They're together. To the Other Side of the Moon."

"May I perhaps ask why?" Arturia inquired, concern lit on her eyes.

"Mission. Sakura couldn't do it while she's taking care of Saber Mordred." Was the simple explanation, sufficed as it is.

With a backbone in rigid state, the heroes jump on their Y formation; Altria and Arturia leads a few foot away. Jeanne and Joan takes hold of their Masters on piggybacks, while Nero stands and protects their behind.

They enter without remorse, subjugating a massive elevator type of drop and falling without thinking. There, they remain airborne, like a portal swish and awaiting for the remains of the viruses with bated breathe. When none came, Hakuno and her Soul looks at one another with understanding, closing their eyes and tapping the thought of battle.

A theatre.

A throne room.

Full of presence they are familiar on their core.

The Servants gasped in alarm. Hakuno and Soul open their eyes to greet a full darkness, a vivid abyss with a haunting song of river stream. An impact rattled them, as the Ruler and Avenger takes pressure on their legs to make the damage lessen.

Unperturbed, the Servant continues forward. Their metal boots clanking noisily at the tranquil hum of the stream. They walk and walk in the silence, with only a guide from Altria and Arturia's bright weapons and Hakuno's terminal tracker.

Soul looks up and sees not even a glimpse of sky. Just a dome of blackness. Like an oblivion of the blind man.

The lack of landscape did not bother them. They have, after all, crawl at an endless cube trapped in BB's spell, without companion. Just so they can live.

"I saw a movement. Three 'o clock from mine." Arturia warned, stopping to appear at a stance. The sheer vision of the Servants is beyond Hakuno and her Soul can comprehend, but they trust her judgment and the instinct permeating the air.

They waited and waited, the Masters even more so.

Then, the soft footsteps came up. Louder and louder. Small and growing in sizes.

"Seven footsteps," Joan whispered, sniffing out in curiosity. "Two feminine, one more playful than the other. Five gait of men. Confidence, authority and formal. There's a heavier dent. Must be a big human. Last one's odd. He's there but he's not. Assassin?"

"Are they giving off scent?"

"No." Joan replied, clutching Hakuno tighter.

"Then they are not Servants."

"Reason?" Jeanne mumbled, straightening as the outline of six adults and a child came on their peripheral, standing just outside of Excalibur and Rhongomyniad's shore of light.

""We smell," Soul gives the answer, quickly memorizing the familiar lines of forms. "Servants don't. Human problems, Servants advantage."

"Hakuno."

The word is soft and calling, turning the Masters undivided attention to the feminine voice.

They listen quietly and awaited the female to step afoot the light. And when she did, their heart twisted, fingers digging naturally born out of pain.

A flick of her wrist and the Arena created a sky, a sun and a huge aquarium landscape. Hakuno and her Soul stared immobilize.

Rani chuckled darkly, giving them a playful face with a tilt to the side.

"You're actually here."

"We are." In unison, the Masters replied. They step at the ground, side by side, holding each other's hand. They graze their indifferent eyes to the rivals they had before.

Shinji.

Gatou.

Julius.

Dan.

Leo.

"Onee- chan!" Alice called, waving her hands happily in the air. Hakuno's eyes softened, giving a small wave on her own.

No words and response should compete for the smiles adorning their faces. Hakuno's heart thudded.

They are forgiven. Forgiven for killing them all.

"And are you here as an ally…. Or a foe?" Rani intervened, clutching the back of Alice's dress before she could ram into Altria who appeared at the Masters front.

"Depends." Nonchalantly, they moved- the protest of their companions fall in deaf ears as they sauntered to meet Rani halfway- taking knowledge of the interested glimmer of the homunculus' eyes. "…. Are you?" Hakuno paused.

"…. A friend? Or a foe?" the Soul continues for her. Rani looks back at the Masters rivals before.

They gave a slight movement, and Rani just sighs. She regards the tattoos on their necks, while the other's eyes glued on their mark.

"We can be both…. But no matter, there's no time. Tell me, Hakuno…. This thing happening in us….. does it not bother you? Meeting us alive, I mean?"

"No." quickly answering, Rani seems pleased.

"Well then. At least you remembered this is all but the consequences of an action. An action I barely understand if Rin didn't pummel it in her rants. I will tell you a story, and I hope it is enough to guide you for your journey."

"A story of?" Arturia tensed as the soulless eyes bored into hers, mentally stunning her to move.

Rani pursed her lips, then she gaze at Hakuno's brown orbs. Emphasizing the heavy words.

Not that Hakuno will understand.

She's not…. Ready to understand.

"The Sovereign's Death and Betrayal of the Throne."