Izuku opened his eyes with a jerk, the upper part of his body rose up like a spring looking around in total shock, he was in his bedroom, he recognized the autographed movie posters of the famous action actor Toshinori "All Might" Yagi, the collectible figures, everything that made that his personal space. Multiple memories came to his mind, quickly raised his shirt with a terrified expression but. . . Nothing, not a single scratch, not even a scar where he remembered been stabbed by a strange blond woman the previous night.

Stroke his shoulder but there was nothing, nor the mark of a knife, making a proper inspection he only had a bandage in his hand and wondered what happened, he couldn't remember. . . As he tried to bring those memories back, he felt a strong headache. What had happened to him. . .?

— Son, it's time for breakfast. How's your hand going? —He heard a sweet voice coming from the other side of the house, it was his mother, his beloved mother who ask to him to go out and take the first food of the day. He blinked confused.

—Mom, what happened to my hand? —Asked in the highest voice he could, the bandage covered almost to the bottom of the wrist.

—Something about an accident last night while you were cleaning the Dojo—More confused blinks. The dojo? Does he ...? Of course! Everything was an accident at the Dojo! Surely he got hurt with some cleaning utensil. He sighed to himself with total joy, everything that "happened" was nothing more than a frightening dream.

—Nothing happened. . . —He felt so good about himself, it had only been a terrifying nightmare. A painfully real one but in the end the dreams were powerful, right? He got up from his bed changing his pajamas for his uniform, there was not a trace of wounds on him, so he could not have gone through what he dreamed last night—It was all a dream—Now he just had to worry about going back to school, to his normal life and—

—Oi—Just at the moment he opened the door ran into a nightmare come true: In the kitchen, in one of chairs, was the same blonde girl with brown eyes he met the night before, that savage armored warrior that responded to the name of Mordred, so relaxed wearing tight spandex shorts, a top made of the same material that showed how she actually had a rather flat chest and muscular frame for her apparent 17 years of age.

—. . . What are you doing here?! —Izuku almost jumped back, this must be a nightmare, he pinched himself but the pain let him know that he was not dreaming.

— Son, she is your. . . How did you say again darling? — Mrs. Midoriya asked, leaving her son even more terrified, for she was not surprised to see the servant there.

—I am the daughter, of the cousin, of the uncle, of the niece, of the husband of your husband's aunt. —Mordred fell silent for a few seconds before drinking some of her orange juice—. . . Izuku's politic cousin—Finished before smiling with a sweetness that looked almost real.

—Oh yeah! She's your political cousin on your father's side. You know that man never tells us anything—She let out a laugh as she finished serving breakfast, apparently it was the fourth dish for the girl—Now I have to go to work. Son, your cousin will stay at home in the meantime, so explain everything to her before you go to school—She left a soft kiss on his forehead before leaving—I love you, son—Upon seeing those motherly gestures, Mordred couldn't help frowning in a clear gesture of envy.

After that they ended alone, silence took over the small dining room of the Midoriya family while the young man began to believe that maybe, just maybe, he did not dream what he thought he had dreamed.

—. . . So . . . —The boy murmured trying to maintain his composure, the blonde jumped out of her place with clearly inhuman agility, she stopped in front of her, showing how, despite not wearing her armor, she was almost six centimeters taller than him.

—You´re still alive, good. I thought that the sheath of my sword would not heal you properly —She said as if it was nothing, stretching both hands to remove what seemed to be a pendant from the neck of the young man who was surprised he had not seen it before, then the pendant began to shine until it return to the original form it had: A long scabbard with a wide sword in it—I thought that, with your bad control of mana, it would end up taking days, but you turned out not as useless as I thought you were —It was difficult to know if he should feel flattered or insulted .

—Ho ... How? Wait, I got hurt yesterday? — Asked stupefied and this was the first thing his brain managed to formulate.

—Of course you were, you almost died. I dragged you last night, then I left you Clarent, my Noble Phantasm, so it's aura heal you before your mother noticed it—Said putting the sword on her shoulder in a relaxed pose—Well, Master, are you ready to go hunting? —Her full conviction voice only caused more panic in the boy.

—Hunting?! Mordred-san, I think you're not understanding the situation, I do not—

— Do not want to fight during the day? Well, the Grail rules forbid us from fighting where we are seen so that is a good strategy, Master—Nodded with confidence, maybe the brat wasn't that useless —We'll gather intelligence and then—

—Mordred-san, I do not want to fight with anyone! — He screamed suddenly making the blonde shut up for several seconds, the silence was uncomfortable and it was not until the blonde sighed that finally a sound flooded the place.

— Listen to me you little piece of! —Barely hold herself from attacking, she was still tied to his mana anyway, she took a deep breath and tried to put a smile—Master—Her voice and false smile were terrifying—Why you don't want to fight. . .? Don't you want your wish to be fulfilled? —She wasn't trying to pretend be nice at all, no sir.

—I don't even know what we're talking about, what's all this about a war? I need a lot of context! —And with this, the girl ran a hand through her hair several times.

—How did you managed to summon the strongest class by yourself?! — Cursed the boy and cursed herself for answering his call, better to stay in that terrifying world of torment than deal with that, that . . . Rookie! —Listen, Noob—She would not call him Master, he didn't deserve it —I'm going to explain this so easily that even your miserable brain can understand it —Pointed to his face with a finger —You, you are a Master, that is to say, a mage who managed to make a successful summoning of a heroic spirit just as I am—Proceeded to point her face.

—But I never wanted to make a summon! —That was something he could not understand.

—There was an invocation circle near you last night, your magical energy as well as your words served to call me from the Throne of the Heroes. —This only caused him more doubts, the girl ran her hands over her face—The Throne is an alternate dimension, when the soul of a person ascends and becomes a legend, is in that place that his spirit is saved evading the cycle of reincarnation, there we exist forever waiting to be called at any time and place to fight in a war for the Grail—Explained with a little more detail trying really hard not to lose her patience, which obviously wasn't that much.

—But why should we fight to death for that Grail thing?! — The blonde hit him with two fingers in the throat causing it to collapse and his breath to go out, Izuku fell to his knees holding the affected area, trying to catch his breath.

—Don't yell at me, peasant! — He noticed that she didn't kick him just because she was still dependent on him for subsistence — Didn't those two explain all this to you last night?! — The boy took a breath trying to recover from the recent hit of her fingers.

—I can't ... Remember ... Clearly—He spoke between loud air intakes—I got ... Stabbed ... Almost died ...— Those excuses were not worth to her, she had been stabbed more times than she remembered and she still went ahead without crying like a big baby.

—This can't get worse. . . —Whispered stroking harder the bridge of her nose, Mordred was about to explode—Due your clear lack of strength, I must accompany you all day to make sure you don't get killed— This only made him panic.

—But I don't want to fight on this thing! —Then she took him by the neck, squeezing hard using both hands, letting her summoner see that her appearance did not reveal her incredible physical strength.

—You have no choice here! You've already summoned me, so until I die or you get killed, you're in this war and you'll fight for that grail. You don't have to do anything but prevent them from killing your sorry ass, then I will win and in return you will get a wish. Do you like the deal? —She try to sound as convincing as possible but it was difficult with a hand to the neck of green haired boy.

—I feel like I don't have many options here. . . —Literally he was between the Saber and the wall.

—That's more like it— Forged a smile that left her fang visible — Let's go then Rookie, we have a long day for—

—Listen to me Mordred-san, you cannot accompany me to school, it would be suspicious if a stranger appear out of nowhere in the middle of my classes —The blonde's face practically said "Fuck you, cunt" —A- Also, I will only go to school, a safe environment— The knight just aimed at his face.

—Isn't that school where you were stabbed and almost killed last night? — She had a point there, after that she aim her sword still holstered on to his face — I'm going to accompany you, and you can't do anything about it! —Speaks in a solemn tone.

—. . . No—And after that the boy left the house leaving her alone, Mordred was silent for several seconds unable to believe that she got overcome by him.

—. . . Curse you. —And so she did, she didn't even tell him how to invoke her using a command spell: He was as dead as he can be.

Izuku made his way to the school for outstanding young people, the UA Academy that only opened its doors for a select group of students that shine upon the rest, Izuku managed to enter there with effort, dedication and almost bursting his head in the books. While still on his way the young man had a conversation with himself, something typical of him.

—I can't believe that this is really happening, now I must fight to death against a lot of people I do not know, God I am going to die—He passed his hands over his face multiple times feeling the scraping of the bandages against his face, admiring the back of it for a second, he could not see them but felt those strange symbols burned on his skin. — Take it easy Izuku. . . You'll find how to get out of this, what happened yesterday was just a special case, besides that, Iida-kun and Uraraka-san are not your enemies, and it's not as if that Grail thing it's going to choose random people who study in your— But before finishing that sentence Midoriya took the first step into the territory of the Academy, after doing so a chill ran through him from head to toe. . . Even with his null knowledge of magic he knew that it wasn't one, but several, magical presences in the building— . . . I'm going to die! —

Meanwhile, in the Midoriya family department.

— What the bloody hell was that? — The young looking Saber jumped up from her morning eating ice cream while watching TV when she felt the same chill as the inept Master she had, materializing her sword and putting it on her back — I must save that dumb dwarf! —And she jump out of a window, a dead Izuku was useless and could not win that war without him.

Back at the Academy, our protagonist walked through the corridors slowly, stealthily as he could, not wanting to attract anyone's attention, although he knew that there were more Masters in the building, he could not identify them by seeing them with the naked eye.

—I must be careful, nobody should notice my presence. . . —Then a couple of touches behind him made him jump like a cat.

—Good morning, Midoriya-kun! —His soul returned to his body when he noticed that it was only Uraraka Ochako. . . Until he remembered that she was also a Master and therefore she would want to kill him and his Servant.

—Go ... Good morning, Uraraka-san—Whispered feeling guilty from his reaction, the girl seems untouched from the night before, for a moment he wanted to consider that, that sweet girl had nothing to do with the war they mentioned but then he notices she wore gloves that conveniently covered the back of her hand in that convenient place where the Command seals were.

—I'm glad to see you, have a nice day! —Patted his back before running away, Izuku did not understand why she spoke to him suddenly but. . .

— A girl touched me! —It was the only thing he could think of.

As the girl advanced a voice began to rumble in her head, audible only to her.

— " Don't you think you're being too permissive, Master?" —Her Servant floated around her in an ethereal way, no one could see him except the one who summoned him, the same as listening to his voice.

— "Midoriya-kun has nothing to do with this war, he's just a crossfire victim" —Sighed to herself as she walked into the classroom, just by doing so she felt a sea of glances above her. . . Looks of people who wanted to see her dead— "He'll need all the possible protection against this foes ..." —

— " And don't you think that putting a third level runic protection will only alert people more?" — After analyzing it a little, young Uraraka just dropped her forehead against her desk, maybe it had not been her best idea.

Meanwhile, through the corridors of the UA walked perhaps one of the most dangerous people in the current war for the Grail, Katsuki Bakugo pushed people aside with his mere presence since nobody wanted to get in the way of that genius with bully complex.

— " I can feel them, there are many here" — A smile was drawn on his face at this thought, he wanted to crush them all on the spot. Passing through the front door earned him multiple glances, for someone of his talent to recognize everyone present as Masters was nothing complicated so he dared to take several steps forward just to stop right in front of his teacher's desk.

— "Master, I know what you are planning: Do nt do it" —The voice of the courageous Achilles rumbled in his head, but he ignores it.

—Listen to me, fucking extras—Multiple looks were directed towards him, some of surprise and others of mere contempt.

— " Well, it seems you're ignoring me" —

—I know well what you are, all of us here are— The gloves, bandages and other forms of covering up their hands betrayed the Command Seals that they all carried.

—I can't believe he is a mage too—The vice president of the class mumbled, Yaoyorozu Momo, while she saw the boy in front of her with a lot of displeasure, Minoru Mineta turned around covering his mouth to hide a smile.

—When I win this war, I know exactly who am I going to wish . . . —Drooling slightly, he already imagined his dreams fulfilled, causing the girl a chill.

—Not even in your dreams—She did not invoke her Servant only because it was forbidden, at her side, Todoroki Shouto closed his eyes slightly since he had many rivals to consider there.

—I do not give a shit what you have invoked because I, Katsuki Bakugo, will win this War. Whoever has the balls to come and—The door opened to let see a fearful Izuku Midoriya, in the presence of the one who was not supposed to be a mage all kept silent —I'll continue after ...— He stopped instantly, blinking confused and saw the one coming in before taking him by the neck and without warning smack him against a wall.

—Midoriya-kun! —Ochako jumped from her place running towards them along Iida.

—Why you have the aura of a mage, Deku-trash?! —Screamed in pure rage, ready to make him explode with his free hand.

—Ka-Kacchan! I don't! —Explain would be complicated considering he barely had an idea what happened last night, quickly he covered his face with both hands and this helped Katsuki to remove the bandages exposing the Command seals on the green haired boy hand, looks of surprise because as far as he knew he was an ordinary human boy.

—What kind of shit did an unsuccessful piece of crap like you summon? —Groaned tossing him aside before Iida put a hand on his in an attempt to stop him.

Izuku recovered as he could, trying to get away from the blond, nobody intervened more than his two companions who last night had saved his life.

—Just so you know! Midoriya-kun summoned a Saber Servant! —The words of Ochako left a resounding silence on the site. The green haired didn't seem to understand the seriousness of what happened but he had managed, by himself and without knowing how, to invoke the strongest class of Servant known and the same that Bakugo failed to invoke.

—. . . You're telling me. . . This piece of useless trash. —Points at the trembling boy with a finger. — Manage to summon a Saber. . .? —The anger was reaching unsuspected levels, clenched his teeth so hard that it seemed he was going to crack them any second—You are going ... To ... Die, Deku bastard! — He suddenly raise the hand where he had his seals, Bakugo was about to call his Servant but a hand stopped him from this.

—Stop . . . —The cold voice of Todoroki Shouto put the break at the situation, he didn't seem to be looking at him but keep the blond firmly hold by the wrist—It is not the place, nor the moment—With a slap the explosive mage released himself.

—It's not your God damn business half and half bastard. Don't you get in the way unless you want me to match your face and burn you the other side too —Even when his words were harsh they seem not to affect the two colored eye boy.

—When the time comes, we will fight. Until then: Respect the rules—Despite his calm tone one could hear he was flatly serious about it. Katsuki clicked his tongue passing by his companions, directing a particular look of hatred at Izuku who swallowed hard.

—Thank you for helping me, Todoroki-san—The aforementioned did not deign to see the one that thank him, just walked back to his place and slowly sit next to Yaoyorozu again. Izuku sighed heavily before Ochako offered a hand to help him get up.

— " You were very kind in helping him, Todoroki-san" —The girl communicated through a mental link that both shared, he didn't respond right away.

— "I had to avoid an scene"—It was the only thing that he answered, causing the girl a soft mental laugh since he might never admit it but in deep down inside Shouto was a good person who care for others, specially the weak ones— " . . .Are you okay after last night? "— The question made her wince a little, with one hand she stroked the back of the other, remembering what had happened to her . . .

Flashback.

Time was running out, there were only 24 hours left to achieve a successful invocation, the shame on her family if she failed to enter the war would be terrible, something that would torment her for the rest of her life and even in the afterlife. She had ordered all the maids, butlers and guards to leave the mansion because she needed perfect silence to achieve it by herself. Yaoyorozu Momo walked around the invocation circle, reviewed every possible detail and only noticed the lack of the most important of all: A catalyst.

—I'll resort to my own power. . . —Muttered to herself, had searched for multiple objects but could not find anything that had the strength and a bond strong enough with a spirit worth invoking so she would use only her energy to achieve it, having all the preparations ready she fixed her gaze on the huge clock that adorned her wall, it was two o'clock in the morning the hour of the mages—It's time. . . —In her hands materialized crystals of various colors, throwing them to the circle that was illuminated with a bright self-light—By the foundation, stone and the duke of contracts. For my ancestors who whisper to the four cardinal points: Fill yourself, fill yourself, fill yourself, fill yourself, fill yourself. Repeat it five times; listen to my words and let my magic create your body and let your sword create my destiny, if your desire is the grail listen to my call and obey my will, answer me now living spirit and the one who hears my call to defeat the evil of the world! Guardian of the scales! — A strong reddish ray illuminated the site before it shot her backwards.

The whole place was filled with a thick mist coming from the circle, the girl had hit a wall and fell face to the ground rising soon after caressing her forehead where she got hit by her fall.

—What happened. . .? —Momo saw her hand with surprise by the slight sting sensation that felt out of nowhere but a smile was drawn on her face when she saw the bright Command seals that identified her as a Master—I've achieved it! —Quickly she stood up looking everywhere for her invocation, but there was no one there. . . Blinking confused before a loud noise called attention, it came from the other room so she ventures to that direction finding a quite chaotic scene.

The furniture was totally destroyed, in the center of the room there was a huge pile of these and on the remains rested a tall man of toasted skin, white combed back hair that only when he feel the mage presence turned his face towards the girl leaving her see his deep gray eyes, he closed one eye and formed a slight smile.

—So you are the one who has summoned me. . . —The albino said as he moved his feet elegantly to come down from the pile of rubble with a simple jump.

—You destroyed my living room —It was the only thing that answered him as she crossed her arms, holding one elbow with each palm, the spirit saw the destroyed place out of the corner of his eye before shrugging his shoulders slightly.

— My invocation was something problematic, I was surprised not to appear in the same room as my invoker. — This made Momo's eyes darken a little because he imagined that something like that would happen by forcing the invocation in such a way. — Even so, it is easy for me to recognize your magical abilities. The forced invocation of a Servant is something that even the most capable wizards are not able to do, luckily for you; your knowledge, strength and will combined with the compatibility in our powers were those that allowed you to call me—That on the other hand instantly made her feel better, being praise by her true skills was something the girl always felt good about—I will accept you as my Master, as long as you have a just cause to fight for. —This question kept her deeply silent for a second.

—I. . . —If she thought it right she had no desire for the Holy Grail, had everything in life at this point and was not greedy to want much more, it was not until she met that sad eyed boy that she had a real interest in that fateful event between mages, she tightened the hold on her elbows before looking up to the Servant with total decision—I wish to win in this war to destroy the Holy Grail; Forever—A silence formed again, the man seemed slightly shocked by such revelation and ended up letting a laugh roar out of him, covering his face with one hand—What do you find so funny? —She couldn't help but feel offended by the laughter of her Servant. The albino chuckle softly, shaking his head and calming down a little.

—People fight for the Grail in order to obtain their greatest desires: Power, wealth, fame, immortality—He let out another laugh, curiously enough he did not seem to mock her with those but enjoy the situation—But you. . . You want to destroy it, destroy the source of eternal desires . Why? —He finally asked Momo who look down again.

—I met a person. . . Whose life has been ruined by that object, which has seen its world crumble by ambitious people in search of that. . . That damn thing. . . —In her tone you could hear the content contempt and courage, to her memory only came the image of a child whose face was covered by several bandages that prevented from seeing the left side of his face—I refused to let that happen again if I can do anything about it. —The determination on the young girl's face made the Servant close his eyes and nod slightly.

—Well, in that case, you have my loyalty. But I must warn you, Master, that I am not blindly obeying your orders: I will fight as I see fit, when I see fit, so do not expect me to jump into battle just because it's your whim. —The man's words surprised her. She recalled that the Servants, no matter how much invoked beings they were, were heroic spirits, people or ideas that lived and were powerful on their own, so it should not be a surprise they had personalities that are not always submissive.

—I understand, even so I will look for the cooperation between both of us to get ahead on this war. . . —She blushed a little at her lack of manners, lowering the head softly. —Excuse my rude attitude. My name is Yaoyorozu Momo, it will be an honor to fight by your side. —The exaggerated gesture of apology made the white haired man sigh with a shrug.

—Although I would like to answer the formalities you just offer me, reveal my real name has no meaning because I'm not an ordinary heroic spirit—This surprised his invoker but before she panicked the albino raised a hand asking for calm—I'm not a legend. I am. . . Doesn't matter really. Usually I am not invoked to these things because there should be no catalysts that would call me me from the Throne to this plain but. . . It seems that your magic, similar to mine along your wish was able to call me—He raised his right hand showing how it ended up materializing a short sword leaving the young girl surprised.

—Creation magic . . . Like mine. —The opposite nodded slightly.

— It seems that we are compatible for this battle, Master Momo. So I'll agree to listen to you, for now. —After that, the weapon disappeared in the air—You can call me: Archer. —She was a little surprised by this.

—I thought you were a Saber. . . By the sword and all that—Archer just shrugged his shoulders slightly.

—I'm sorry to disappoint you, but when the time comes I'll show you that I'm as strong than a Saber, way stronger —And just finished saying this the man moved his hand at full speed materializing a dagger that flew through the room nailing a huge eye that flew with a pair of wings—They were spying on us—He frowned as Yaoyorozu turned around ready for battle.

—I ordered all my employees out of the mansion, also put barriers to avoid being interrupted during the ritual so that thing could only be invoked from within this place—Scan the place with her eyes, a minor invocation could not be too far from the caster and it did not seem like the collector type but the analyst so she expected an imminent attack.

—Then the enemy is locked in here with us—In both hands of Archer swords were formed, both short for close combat as he waited for the enemy attack who presented himself with a series of constant applause that drew his attention to the main entrance of the mansion whose doors opened wide revealing a rather terrifying figure.

He was a man of great height, six feet without a doubt, he looked hunched and with a huge hump on his back that stood out in the black cloak he wore, his face was deformed by having gigantic and bulging eyes that did not seem to see in the same direction and its skin was of a pasty flesh tone, resembling a color of old leaves more than the one of common human skin.

—Stand back, he's a Servant—The girl was instantly interposed, the mage narrowed her eyes measuring the statistics of his rival that floated around him making him frown because his physical qualities were nil, but his magic ones were tremendously high.

—It's a Caster, I'm sure—With this Archer secured the grip of his weapons, his class had some advantage against the rival especially due being resistant to magic.

—Do not let your guard down, there's something odd in this one . . . —The bulging eyes surely help to that odd sensation of being around him, he continued to applaud with emotion showing his long emaciated fingers crashing again and again.

—Glory, glory to you, the virgin maiden that my Master has missed so much! — His mere words with that guttural tone caused chills in the woman — I expected to find you alone, but knowing that you also have a Servant makes this even better. The one beloved of my Master and three command seals! What a fortune! God applauds my actions! —And then he applauded again with total emotion.

— What is this monster talking about . .? —Momo suffered chills from his repulsive words, did not want to imagine the kind of monster that invoked that being and even more that had the guts to send it for her.

—It does not matter: I'm going to silence him. — Then he threw one of his daggers straight into the face of the rival Caster who raised his right hand, showing a human skin book, without warning a strange monster of semi-amphibious appearance emerged from the ground taking the hit him and start chewing the dagger soon after—. . . I detest those who call monsters to fight for them. —Archer sighed with annoyance before walking, materializing another weapon; he had to take care of this quick—Stay safe, if something other than me comes close to you, make pieces of it—After this, he jumps into combat.

—Be careful, Archer—The girl murmured as not one but dozens of amphibious monsters lunged at her Servant, who began to cut everything that approached her with incredible leaps from one direction to the other. — "Despite being an Archer his abilities with the sword are incredible, besides that he can read the movements of his opponents even when he is not seeing them " —She had studied all the known texts about Servant so she knew well their abilities, without doubting hers was tremendously skillful. Curiosity seized her and she narrowed her eyes studying her stats to see what she was dealing with— "Strength, endurance and agility are on average, his mana is very high, Rank B, lucky E range" —It did not seem anything outstanding, but it was not until I try to see the rank of his Noble Phantasm that something impacts her— "Unknown. . . I can't calculate the strength of his Noble Phantasm " —She didn't understand why, even the highest ranked had a fixed limit but this did not seem to be the case—" Who are you, Archer. . ? "— The mysterious warrior was starting to form a shadow of doubts around his persona.

—You're a nuisance! How can you dare to intervene between my path and my Master's maid? — Caster said as he lifted his book, it shines with an intense violet color before leaving a mob of repulsive insects come out from under of his raincoat and jumping against the one in reddish clothes.

—Archer! —He frowned as he had jumped to avoid one of the enemy beasts, now unable to move in any other direction.

— I am the bone of my sword ... —His voice was but a mere murmur but as he finishes the inaudible chant a rain of swords forms out of thin air stabbing all enemies that were heading in his direction causing a deep groan of anger in the other servant.

—What is this? What kind of quick casting was that? —Even for the Caster class to make such materializations was difficult, since the weapons he was throwing were embedded with outstanding magical energy —What kind of Archer are you? —The aforementioned fell to the ground at last before raising both hands to show how a silver bow was formed in these, with an arrow pointing directly to the opposite servant.

—Unique in my class—He answered before firing but was blocked again by a hundred creatures of all sizes.

—I will dissect you to discover all your secrets —But only finished speaking a fire ball hit him directly in the back causing him to emit an agonized scream of pain.

— . . . What was that? — Through the open doors of the mansion came a woman floating in what appeared to be a huge golden bow, she raised her hands forming several fire balls more on the edge of her transport that shot against the Caster almost instantly he was forced to disappear from the site in order to save himself from being gobbled in fire.

— Was that all? How boring! —The little woman complained before looking down, noticing the other Servant present, forming a smile on her lips. — At least I have other one here to entertain myself. . . —And after saying that she began to charge another fierce attack, Archer threw himself backwards to cover his Master while she saw the Stats of that newly appeared Servant turning pale instantly.

—Strength, Magical Resistance and Agility in B. Mana level Ex—Swallow saliva, exceeded the maximum level she had ever seen—Luck and Noble Phantasm in A+ —Momo could not believe that such a Servant really exist, her legs trembled. Was it possible defeat something like that?

—Don't fear, Master. I will protect you. —The cold voice of her Servant brought her back to reality, she could not lose hope when there had not been a day of entering the war. She clenched her fist raising a hand letting see the Command Seals she had.

—Archer, by the power of my command spell I ordered you—She was going to give him a Mana boost to fight against the rival at a better level but before achieving it a voice called everyone attentions.

—Stop Archer. —This made the floating woman undo the energy of her attack in an instant, it didn't look like she was going to attack now.

—What's wrong , Master? —Asked calmly while a young man entered through door, who was instantly recognized by the owner of the mansion.

—Todoroki-san! —Yaoyorozu put a hand in her chest, quickly understood that that Servant was the young man's, a sigh of relaxation escaped her lips.

—Do you know him? —Asked the albino seeing the newcomers.

—Yes, Todoroki-san is my ally. We are not in danger, Archer—She hold one of the hands of her servant who instantly release the tension on his arms and sight nodding slightly taking a step back because he was not required to fight at the moment.

—I asked you not to attack without asking. . . Yaoyorozu is our ally—The young bicolor did not seem afraid to rebuke a deity, though his serene tone made it difficult for anyone to think he was giving a scolding.

—I am the embodiment of war, Master. You cannot expect me not to attack if I see a battle. —The Mesopotamian Goddess shrugged as she watched the young Yaoyorozu approach, put a finger to her lips with a half mocking smile on them. —My, oh my, Master, I wonder why is this girl so important to be your ally. . .? —The tone with which she said such a thing only made the girl blush and the young man raise an eyebrow.

— What are you talking about, Archer? — He did not seem to understand her in the least.

—I'm sure you're aware, but she's not, let me explain. —Shouto shook his head since he knew the woman was about to reveal her true identity, something he asked her not to do, since it only offered advantages to their enemies—I am Ishtar, the Mesopotamian Deity and the Archer that this young man, your boyfriend, has invoked—Momo clapped softly.

—Incredible Todoroki-san, you have invoked a tremendously strong spirit to...— Analysis of the phrase in process.

"Boyfriend"

" Boyfriend "

" B D"

—. . . Ex ... Excuse me? —Momo ask as the red color raised up her face.

—As the Goddess of love, sex and fertility. You have my blessing to procreate this very night. Do not waste time that your son will be blessed with my light. — It took two seconds but Yaoyorozu ended up on the ground.

—Master! —Archer quickly turned to her when she saw the maiden faint, Shouto for his part remained frozen in place without knowing what to do or how to react.

End of Flashback.

Momo's cheeks began to blush more and more remembering that painfully embarrassing moment, not to mention that after that Todoroki ended up staying in the mansion with her all night, for security, adjoining rooms of course, but under the same roof.

— "I'm. . . I'm fine, you're very kind to ask —Damn, she stuttered even in her mind.

— "Good" — For her that simple word expressed much more, she understood well the personality of the boy.

— "I'll win this for you ... Todoroki-san" — She thought to herself causing the boy to turn his face in her direction.

— "I appreciate it " —In an instant Momo's face melted red because she had forgotten to close the psychic channel between them— "Yaoyorozu?" —Shouto asked when all of the sudden the young woman smack her forehead against the table, dead of shame.

All the young magicians began to form alliances, it was to be expected that most had family ties or friends with whom to get along, of course this sort of things cause grudges as well, it was the case of the young Jiro who had seen her friendship with Yaoyorozu be put in pause since this one preferred to ally with Todoroki and not with her. . . Well, she actually offered Kyoka to join them rather than reject her, but it hurt her feelings not be the first choice of the rich young woman even though they were friends since childhood.

—"Are you sure nobody can read our thoughts?" —The blond asked for the millionth time, Kyoka could not believe how little faith he had in her powers.

—"Yes, I am very sure. Just because I don't have absurd amounts of mana like you it doesn't mean I don't know how to do my job" —The boy clasped his hands in apology.

—"I did not say it with that intention, is that everyone around us are mages and I do not know how these things work" —The girl sighed snorting a lock of hair out of her face.

—"As long as you pay attention to me, everything will be fine. How do you feel? Have you weakened by keeping the Pharaoh?"—The blonde shake his head very slightly.

—"I'm fine, Ramses says that while he's not fighting he'll use his own mana, so I haven't felt too fatigued ... Although I confess, the guy consumes energy by tons "—She snorted since the previous night after a training with the mighty Ozymandias he end up almost dead by the tiredness.

—"I hope so, I don't want you to get yourself in whey mode during a fight" — She covered her mouth trying not to laugh loudly earning a gesture of annoyance from her comrade.

—"Hey, that only happens when I try too hard, okay?" — This did not stop the mental laughter of the Punk rock gal.

—"Whatever you say Jamming-whey, what matters is that you follow my instructions and we'll get through this shit alive" —Despite all the blond ended up nodding slightly— "Well ... tonight we'll start, we must start eliminating enemies one by one besides to acclimatize Pharaoh's power so he doesn't run out of mana that quickly " —Denki for his part only nodded repeatedly.

— " As ordered, my Pharaoh" — Oddly, the nickname pleased her by making the girl nod once.

—All right. . . —Muttered under her breath, now they only had to look for a target to start this up. . .

Meanwhile, on the roof of the Academy. . .

A group of three people looked to the distance while they discussed the events that took place that day and on the previous nights, they were two men of different heights and a girl who moved as if she were dancing on her own axis.

—Many mages have met. Don't you think this will be exciting? —Asked the girl while her smile only grew much more, the young black-haired sitting on the floor sigh exaggeratedly as if he was distressed more than happy by the above.

—They are many. . . We must watch our steps from now on or we might get caught off-guard — He murmured lowering his head, an aura of sadness surrounded him as he sought not to sink into his own depression.

—C'mon Tamaki, cheer up! —The young blonde in front of both raised his arms with emotion, the three young teens had on the backs of their hands tattoos that identified them as Masters in that war for the Grail—After all, there are two others Saber servants running around and I can't wait for us to meet them! —He shivered with emotion wanting to jump out of joy due this.

—There are also other Berserkers out there. I want to see how they are! —The girl jumped from her place equally and before noticing the dark haired man only wrinkled his lips lightly.

—Mirio, Hado-san. . . Can we maintain the low profile? So far no one know about us and I think we should keep it that way—Suggested the best idea possible, they had great powers and keep themselves in the shadows would be the best for them to win. . . But.

—C'mon flea heart! Do not be such a party pooper! —The girl began to shake him repeatedly, causing the boy a bigger gesture of regret.

— I think Tamaki is right this time, Hado-san—The blonde spoke again before pointing to the horizon—So we will not stand out much until the moment is appropriate. . . And the right moment will be tonight! —

— Yes!—And the girl jumped again with emotion.

—Oh God, no. . . —Just for a moment he thought Mirio was going to do the right thing . . . Sadly, he was wrong.

—Do you think we should let them know about our existence? —The blue haired girl questioned as she raised her hand halfway up.

—I think a good chill will make them warm up—Now it was Mirio's turn to raise his hand taking the girl's, both saw Tamaki who sighed getting up from the floor and ended up putting his hand together with theirs.

—I still disagree with this. . .— But his protests were not heard.

—Let's just give them a heads up and tell them. . . — A magic circle formed under the three as they began to cache a lot of energy—That we are here! —And after this a wave of energy was felt throughout the building, each magician could detect it as a strong chill and a crushing presence hit them all at once and in Izuku's case it was so strong that it almost made him throw up.

Perplexed looks at what they had just felt.

It was not one, but three brutal sources of magical energy that were easily identified as mages, without doubt, the problem is that they appeared out of nowhere so it could only mean one thing. . . They had hidden without a trace until they wanted to show themselves.

The war was just about to begin. . . And the blood would soon dye the rivers of the city.