I blinked in disbelief at the Holy Grail being held before us.

"No fucking way…" I exclaimed softly. "Someone, punch me. I must be dreaming." I had barely realized the folly of my words right there when I felt a stinging sensation in my left arm. "Figure of speech, Mordred!" I yelped. Thankfully, the Knight of Rebellion had made sure to dismiss her gauntlets and so the potential damage from the impact was negligent.

"Hey, you asked for that," Mordred said with a toothy smirk. I huffed in mild annoyance, rubbing a hand up and down my arm to dull the pain, rolling my eyes slightly at her (sort of) affectionate antics. Still, unnecessary though it might have been, I wouldn't deny that it wasn't useful.

It certainly knocked me out of my state of shock.

I stared at the omnipotent, wish-granting device being so casually used as a common drinking tool. It just felt so surreal. However, I couldn't help but shake the feeling that things weren't somehow magically simpler now that we've noticed this revelation.

Drake finally noticed our silence and expressions and cocked her head in bewilderment. "Why're you all staring at me all of a sudden? You see someone you recognize?" She added impishly. Mash shook her head violently, her bangs flopping back and forth slightly.

"That's not it at all! That thing! What you're holding in your hands!" Mash said, almost shrieking in disbelief. Drake cackled.

"Ah-ha! A fine pair of eyes you got there," she said, gesturing theatrically at the Holy Grail with her free hand. "Gold tankards are usually so tasteless, but not this one. It's not just the never-ending booze from it, either. Place it on a table, and behold!" Drake said, doing exactly that. The Grail had barely even made contact with the wooden planks before suddenly a plate of steaks appeared out of nowhere. I saw Mordred salivating slightly beside me, but kept silent.

"It produces endless meat and fish!" Drake proclaimed. "I just happened to pick it up, but I doubt you'll find anything like this anywhere." I chuckled weakly at the statement. She wasn't wrong, but she wasn't right, either. However, the bigger questions we all wanted, no, needed, answered, was just how the blue blazes had Drake acquired a working Grail!

"What are you talking about, boss?" Bombe said, swaggering over with a goofy-ass grin on his face. "This wasn't coincidence. It was an adventure of several lifetimes!" The drunk pirate tore his eyes away from Drake to look at us instead, and I suppressed the sigh as I suspected that we were about to be regaled in some over-the-top story.

"Seven endless nights!" Damn it. "Giant destructive whirlpools in one ocean after another! And from within the maelstrom, the legendary lost city of Atlantis! 'The time is upon us. By the twelve gods of Olympus, I shall create another flood and destroy all civilization'," Bombe said, trying to imitate some sort of deep, growling voice. My attention, however, was focused on his words now. Gods of Olympus? Atlantis? "That's what the big thing said right before Boss kicked its ass and seized the treasure! And with that, as crazy as it sounds, she became a hero! Drake saved the world!"

Said savior blinked in surprise, a befuddled look in her eyes. "Huh? Was it really that epic? It got on my nerves, so I just gave it a piece of my mind. That, and some lead. That big lug called itself Poseidon. Being a sailor, I can't really have that be. That's why I put it in check and took its treasure, see? I even sank the entire city into the whirlpool. It was great!" Drake roared with laughter, as Bombe and the others joined her.

"Way to go, boss! Both fortune and misfortune smiled upon you!" I heard one pirate shout as Drake took another long swig from the Grail. I had to bite my lip at that. It just felt wrong to see the Grail, a device more devastating than all of the nuclear devices built throughout history being used at once, in such a casual manner. I could see that most of the others (excluding Ritsuka, Jing Ke, Nero, and Astolfo, that was) had similar reactions to mine.

"You're going to be single till the day you die! Or maybe you're actually a dude or something, eh boss?" Bombe slurred, leaning against Drake's shoulder. I could smell the alcohol in his breath. Or was it Drake's?

There were a lot of drunken folk about, truth be told.

"Now this is fun! We've got a new crew, and the booze is tasty! But," Drake paused, an impish look in her eyes as she smirked at a suddenly-paling Bombe, "We're takin' Bombe in a barrel later, and sinkin' him!" She spun around on her seat and raised the Grail high up into the air. "Now we sing, you idiots! Golden Hind, sing the crew's theme song!" Then, to my horror, Drake and her crew began singing again.

…..were we dealing with pirates or street performers?

"Fou….FOOOOOOOU!" Fou wailed, as a loud thump shook the table. Looking to the side, I saw Mash's forehead pressing against the table as she groaned in frustration.

"I don't believe it, but they're not lying! Jacob Senpai, the Foundation of Humanity was one the verge of destruction in this era before we arrived! And, Captain Drake, without even knowing, resolved it on a whim." Another, softer thunk, as Ritsuka slumped forward, passing out in inebriation, while Mash sat back up, her forehead slightly red as she turned to me. "And the result—" She didn't finish as Drake's attention returned to us. She slammed the Grail onto the table as she released a long, loud belch.

"Haha! With this treasure, I can even deal damage to those invincible bastards! But it goes in and out of my body. Makes my chest so tight, I can't stand it," Drake growled, before she suddenly started adjusting the low-cut front of her outfit, giving me an unexpected view of her 'assets' as she adjusted them. I quickly spun around, wide-eyed and red-faced, as I heard Mordred growl dangerously next to me.

"Drake's the owner of this era's Holy Grail. By saving this era, the Grail chose her," Mash finally finished, after I heard Drake let out a satisfied grunt. I risked a peek, but to my relief it looked like Drake had finished doing whatever the hell she had been doing.

"The nerve of her," Mordred sneered softly. Was it just me, or did there seem to be some sort of a jealous look in her eyes as she glared at a still-unrepentant Drake. I rested a hand on her shoulder, and Mordred relaxed slightly.

"So, what you're saying is that she is the rightful owner of the Grail?" I asked. Leaning to the side, Jeanne nodded, clearing her throat.

"Mash is correct, Master. I think Doctor Roman might be having a fit, though," she warned us, and Mash's eyes widened as she activated her commlink.

"Doctor, Doctor!" Mash shouted frantically. After no initial response for the first few seconds, Roman's voice finally came over the line. He sounded distracted. Pre-occupied.

"Yes, yes, yes, what is it? Can you get back to me later?" Roman asked almost robotically, and I could almost imagine the ginger-haired man with a furrowed brow as he examined something. For all the hell we give him over his Magi Mari obsession, but I highly doubt that he was focusing on that. Sure enough, his next sentence confirmed my belief. "The search program is acting up a bit. For some reason, it says the Holy Grail is right in front of you."

I chuckled weakly at that "Well, Doc, here's the funny thing about that. You see—" I started to say before Mash cut me off.

"That's right! The Holy Grail is right in front of us!" The Demi-Servant hollered. For a few minutes, Roman remained silent. I was starting to get a tad bit concerned for him when he finally responded.

"WHAT?!"

"And Rits is passed out," I added, noticing that the doctor mustn't have been paying attention to the recent turn of events, based off his reaction alone. Before the conversation could continue, however, a loud crashing sound overrode the noise of the party.

"Ow!" One pirate with a scarred cheek snarled, looking belligerently at a nearby companion. "Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing."

"Huh? Shut up and mind your own business!" He roared, throwing a drunken punch. Soon more and more of Drake's comrades were dragged into what had started as a scuffle but was now a full-blown brawl.

"Oh, hell, and now they're fighting…again," Drake sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of her nose, shaking her head slightly in mock dismay. "Looks like we have to stop them! Blondie, Jacob, you guys up for it?"

"Always," Mordred said with a feral smirk, resummoning her gauntlets in a flash of crimson lightning. I sighed and unbuttoned my pristine white overshirt. Neatly folding it into a small square, I put it down on my seat, and turn to a confused Mash.

"Mash, can you keep an eye on Rits and the others while Mordred and I help out Drake?"

"Understood," Mash said, eyeing the Master in question forlornly. "This is insane…" She added with a heavy sigh. Chuckling slightly, I nodded my thanks, before turning around to a grinning Drake. I rolled my shoulders slightly before cracking my knuckles.

"Okay, let's apply some disciplinary measures, hm?"

I finished buttoning the last button on my overshirt, and then sat down. It had taken a bit longer than expected, but eventually the combined efforts of Drake, Mordred, and I had brought a halt to the brawling. She had then complimented me and Mordred on our fighting skills. Mordred, of course, acted a bit like the peacock she could be, while I had deflected the praise in a way. Then the pink-haired pirate had quickly demonstrated yet another aspect of her leadership skills, by quickly punishing the ones responsible with guard duty, effective immediately. When I had asked her why that punishment, Drake had winked and said that either the two will get along or die trying.

Wisely, I had therefore dropped that line of questioning. When we had gotten back, I noticed that Medea, Jeanne, and Ritsuka were absent. When I had inquired as to the whereabouts of the trio, Mash had explained that she had asked Jeanne and Medea if they could figure out someway to fix Ritsuka's state of inebriation.

Hopefully, some sort of solution would be found, and I was highly confidant that the two female Servants would come through on this. In the meanwhile, there was still an important matter that required our immediate attention.

"So….what? You guys came all this way, just for this magical tankard?" Drake asked with an arched eyebrow, gesturing at the Grail she still held for good measure. She paused and chuckled. "Sorry, I mean the 'Holy Grail'. You lot can go back to your country if you have thus?"

"Yes," Mash said softly, while I shrugged. While it wasn't quite that simple (why would anything involving Chaldea get to be simple?), she had accurately summed up the relative gist of our mission. Drake hummed thoughtfully.

"Well, I can't deny that I lost to you, and I even said I'd give you anything but my life," Drake mused aloud. I straightened up in my seat. No way, my ears must be playing tricks on me or something. "Here, take it. You came from a distant era, right? Thanks for making the trip!" Drake said cheerfully, eyes closed and so therefore missing the sight of me almost falling out of my chair as she slid the Grail across the table towards me.

"Careful, idiot," Mordred chided me quietly as she placed a palm against my back, steadying myself before gingerly picking up the freely-given Grail.

"Th-Thank you very much," Mash stammered excitedly, as I examined the Grail. I could feel the power the vessel contained. It was addictive in a sense, and yet, and yet, it felt hostile to my presence. "Since we've retrieved the Holy Grail, we've resolved the Singularity of this era—"

"I don't think we have," I interrupted my friend apologetically. Mash looked around, then sighed, her shoulder sagging slightly.

"…You're right," Mash reluctantly admitted. She activated her commlink, her more robotic, matter-of-fact tone returning. "Doctor, the Holy Grail has been secured. Have there been any changes?"

"Not that I can tell. The 'bolt' of this era is still left unsecure. The Holy Grail is indeed functioning to a certain extent. However, it's not as strong a force as the last two you guys retrieved were. I suspect that this might be the real Holy Grail. The one that was in this era to begin with."

"Meaning?" Mordred said bluntly, tapping her right heel impatiently.

"The Grails that Lev Lainur supposedly placed disrupt the seven Foundations of Humanity. However, there was another Holy Grail in these seas. Captain Drake is the one chosen by that Grail. The reason behind the turbulent seas is that the opposing forces, the real Grail versus Lev's, are in contention."

"A 'savior' Grail fighting against a 'corrupt' Grail, then?" I inquired.

"Bingo. As long as Captain Drake is around, this era won't fall. However, it won't return to normal, either. In order for that to happen, I fear we must retrieve the Grail Lev had left behind."

"So, same old, same old?" Mordred asked brusquely with a grunt. Mash shot my partner a pointed look at her dismissive tone.

"While I don't agree with Mordred's words, I do share something along the lines of her sentiment, Doctor," the Shielder said in a more diplomatic tone. "So, it's not as urgent as the previous eras, but the final objective is the same." Then I noticed how Drake was frowning at us.

"There's that damn odd voice again," she muttered. "Say, who are you talking to, Mash? You got a pet gnome or something in addition to that critter on your shoulder?"

"No, it's not that cute," Mash said with a heavy sigh, scratching the chin of Fou in the meanwhile. "The Doctor is, how shall I say…think of it as a mysterious fairy, talking to us from a town really far away."

"Really far away," I added, while Mordred snorted in amusement. Drake's expression, however, morphed into one of disgust, scowling fiercely.

"Sure. So, he's making you guys fight, while he gets to cozy up in his home?" Drake spat to the side in disgust. "In the end, what's this all about? You get what you came for?"

"Unfortunately, no," I said, handing back to her the Grail she had earned.

"It seems there is another Holy Grail, Captain Drake. One that shouldn't exist in this era. Unless we retrieve to, the ocean will be like this, forever," Mash added grimly. Drake's eyes widened in alarm.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that sounds real dangerous. Are you serious?" She demanded.

"Absolutely. We have been working on this for a few months now. People have died," I said, gritting my teeth as memories of Chaldea burning resurfaced. Director Animusphere, and everyone else that day…

I shook my head, clearing my mind of such morbid thoughts. "Anyways, since that's the case, I should give this back to you," I said with a rueful smile. A visibly shocked Drake stared at the golden chalice like it was an unknown lifeform, then at me, before accepting the return of the Grail.

"O-Okay. I appreciate your courtesy….Boy, I've never given up a treasure so easily, or had it returned so easily, either," She muttered distractedly. Mash and I sighed heavily once again.

"Doctor, can I get some advice, please?" Mash asked wearily.

"H-Hey, just hang on a second, I'm thinking," Roman said, sounding completely frazzled. I could paper rustling and the keys of a keyboard being hit frantically. "This is way beyond what I imagined…" The sound of a pair of boots drawing closer, a startled squawk from Roman, and another familiar voice came over the line.

"Then, may I ask a few questions?" Da Vinci asked. With an arched eyebrow, Drake nodded slowly, before realizing that a verbal response might be better, giving off a simple grunt.

"Wonderful! It's a pleasure to meet you, Francis Drake. I know that this may seem very sudden, random even, but do you have a wish?"

"Wish?"

"Yes. For example, you're a pirate. You wish to gather all of the treasures in the world, do you not?"

"Yeah, I suppose I do," Drake said with a shrug, before narrowing her eyes suddenly. Wait, so, do I just wish on this Grail here to have it come true?"

"Most likely. Are you going to?" Drake scoffed dismissively, a scornful look in her blue eyes.

"Of course not," the pirate said, sounding rather disgusted at the idea. "Like you said, I'm a pirate, right? A pirate that gets treasure by praying…that's a bad joke if ever I heard one. Treasure should be won through power, wisdom, and courage." Da Vinci took Drake's answer in stride, humming quietly.

"In that case, that would mean your immediate wish would simply be to secure enough food, water, and safety. In other words, you already had that wish granted."

"Well, that explains why you haven't had any kind of supply issues," I commented. Drake didn't reply to either of us, staring off into the distance thoughtfully.

"I suppose that's true," she finally said.

"The Holy Grail you hold has the power to create this world. However, this ocean is not what you desire. Therefore, that means something else is causing this world to exist. Someone is disrupting your ocean, and your era, Captain Drake. That means then, that only one thing can be done. You need to reclaim you own world!" Da Vinci explained with her typical theatrical style. "The people next to you, their job is to resolve issues of this nature. They're professionals" (Kinda, I wanted to say, but kept my silence) "who have defeated what you call 'invincible guys' numerous times already."

"Huh, is that so? I think I understand now. Thanks," Drake added a bit brusquely. "What does that make you, though?"

"Leonardo Da Vinci. I died about twenty years before you were born. I'm a genius," Da Vinci said with her usual display of modesty. So modest, I found it hard to resist the sudden urge to roll my eyes at those words.

"Oh. Never heard of you," Drake said with a lackadaisical shrug.

"W-What…did you say?" Da Vinci stammered, sounding absolutely horrified. I snockered softly, wishing that I could ask Roman to see if he could snatch a picture of Chaldea's head engineer's expression right now.

"So, this world is broken after all," Drake continued, ignoring the effect her words apparently had on the absent Caster. "Which means that there's no treasure to begin with," Drake finished, sighing disappointedly. Mash nodded her head sympathetically at the now-despondent pirate.

"You could be right. I don't think there is—" Mash started to say before Roman cut her off.

"No!" He shouted defiantly, startling all of us with the intensity behind that single word he had uttered. "There is! I believe that there is! In this world and era, pirates are a common thing. For better or worse, the Age of Exploration was an unavoidable event that expanded the world. The planet's pioneers entrusted their dreams to the unknown seas and the other side of the horizon. Why, with all these thoughts and desires gathered in one area, I wouldn't be surprised if a treasure actually did exist here," Roman finished, sounding extremely enthusiastic. His words had caused a hungry look to appear on Drake's face, while an uneasy sensation settled in the pit of my stomach.

"Hey, Doc, doesn't this feel familiar to you in any way?" I asked cautiously, as I had flashbacks of the last time we went searching for 'treasure'. While maybe it wouldn't be quite as bullshit as it had been with Stheno, I wasn't exactly in a hurry to repeat even a fraction of that experience.

Regrettably, Francis Drake was unaware of these facts, and already seemed hooked onto the suggestion Roman's word held. "So, it does exist? Enough gold, silver, and spices to sink my ship?" Drake demanded avariciously.

"Yes. I, Doctor Romani Archaman, will guarantee that. There is treasure…for sure!"

"I can't take it anymore. I'm fired up. I'm fired up as hell!" Drake roared, the doctor's energy now rubbing off onto her. She slammed her palms against the table, making a large enough racket that the entire encampment fell silent. "Alright, scumbags, let's drink up a storm first! Our voyage tomorrow is going to be one unlike any other! No guarantee we'll return alive, so drink your hearts out! Treasures! Riches! Spices! Tasty booze and uncharted adventures await us!"

"CHEERS!" Her motely crew roared, and even I felt the faintest stirrings of adventuring enter my soul. Part-time drunkard or not, it seems that Drake had quite a way with words, indeed.

"Wait, we're drinking again?" Mash asked wide-eyed. Then, to our mutual horror, the sounds of singing could be heard once more. Only this time, there were a few new voices. Three new voices, to be exact, as Jing Ke, Astolfo, and a bouncing Nero joined in.

"Ah, please! No more singing!" Amadeus wailed, clawed hands pressing frantically to his ears as Marie rubbed a hand up and down her back. Mordred growled loudly, nodding her head in agreement with a dangerous look in her eyes.

"I'm going to kill them!"

"Think you're sobering up yet?" I wiry asked my fellow Master, as he released another pained groan. While I wasn't taking any pleasure in the pain Rits was in, I felt satisfied in the knowledge that this would quite likely ensure that my fellow Master would never again indulge in drinking such vast quantities of liquor ever again, if he drank at all again.

After making my excuses with Mordred, we had left Masha and the others to deal with the rest of the party. The excuse was to check on Ritsuka, which wasn't completely false. However, I did want to have a chance to talk privately with my partner, especially about the sleeping arrangements Mash and I had been coming up with.

Mordred was sharing a tent with Mash, and I with Ritsuka. It was going to be the first time since we started dating that the Knight of Rebellion and I wouldn't be in the same bed as one another, and quite frankly, wasn't exactly something I was looking forward to. However, I understood why.

As much as Mordred enjoyed the cuddling (no matter how fervently she'd deny it), if someone, especially Marie, Jeanne, or Astolfo, were to see her doing so, I feared the consequences. To make up for it, I had offered to do some one-on-one sparring with my partner early tomorrow morning. A proposition the action-hungry Saber gleefully accepted. I knew that I was going to regret it somewhat physical, but the smile she gave me was more than worth it.

With that taken care of, I finally found my fellow Master. Thankfully he was awake, though clutching his forehead, and Medea had explained to me that she had removed most of the effects of the alcohol that had been in his system. The mischievous Caster, however, had left her Master with just enough of a headache to ensure he wouldn't forget about this.

Something that, quite frankly, I rather approved of. Thanking her and Jeanne, I had requested the three female Servants around us for a moment of privacy between Ritsuka and I, and had been given it. I stared down at the reclining form of my comrade-in-arms, my hands on my hips with a mildly reproachful expression on my face.

"Someone, please crack my skull open," my friend grumbled bitterly, and I couldn't hide the bark of dry laughter at his words. I raised my hands in the air slightly when he glared at me.

"Hey, you did this to yourself. Just be glad you won't be getting to deal with the full set of experiences like 99% of the population would," I said. Ritsuka muttered under his breath, but I patiently ignored it. Maybe I could have been more sympathetic, and if this was happening back in Chaldea, I would have been. However, in Chaldea we were not. While I didn't think that we had to be as uptight about completing the mission to the degree that Mash was, that didn't mean that discipline wasn't required.

"Ugh, fine. What's happened has happened," Ritsuka groaned, propping himself back up. He looked up at me with a nervous yet serious expression. "There's something I'd like to talk to you about, if that's okay? It's related to why I was behind schedule this morning."

"So, what exactly happened last night, if I might ask?" I said, leaning back against the tree trunk bench opposite of the one Ritsuka was now sitting on. The lack of hickies or awkwardness from either him or Mash indicated that I hadn't lost the bet going around in Chaldea about how long until Rits realized Mash was kinda crazy for him, and he had also had one of the most troubled expressions in his eyes that I had ever seen in him.

"I…I saw some of Mash's past." That single sentence wiped any trace of humor from my body. I felt myself frowning heavily. I had always been troubled by the amount of knowledge we had on that subject. Or rather, the lack thereof such knowledge. The fact that Rits looked so troubled certainly felt like an ill-omen.

"What did you see, if I may ask?" I inquired, making sure to phrase my question in a manner that didn't seem forceful. After all, he had never done so when I had occasionally brought up those of Mordred, and this was something that was between Mash and him.

However, if there was some way I could help, I would gladly do so. Mash was also my friend, after all. Even Mordred, abrasive though she was prone to being, seemed to have a (somewhat) soft spot for the Demi-Servant, in her own unique way.

Ritsuka took another deep breath, exhaling long and slowly. Then, he began explaining. With each word, I felt my brow furrowing as a wave of concern spread across my body. By the time my friend had finished, my fingers were furiously drumming a frantic tattoo on my right thigh.

"That…that is quite troubling," I finally said after a few minutes of contemplation. Ritsuka gave me such a deadpan expression I couldn't help but chuckle weakly. Apparently more than just my combat skills had been rubbing off on my younger teammate.

"I'm not going to even comment on that," Ritsuka said dryly, and I grunted my acknowledgement half-heartedly. I knew that with how evasive Mash had been whenever Ritsuka or I brought up the topic of her past, it hadn't been all sunshine and rainbows. However, vague though it was, this was beyond anything I had imagined.

"When you found out about Mordred's past, what did you do?" Ritsuka asked nervously, fidgeting with his fingers. I took a deep breath as his words brought up a collage of memories bombarded my mind. I shook my head slightly, dismissing them.

"I kept quiet about them," I admitted with a sigh. "Course, Mordred would be the one who typically brought them up."

"Are you suggesting that perhaps I should do the same?" Ritsuka asked warily, and I hummed, not answering immediately.

"No. Unless something directly related to her past pops up, especially if it interferes with her ability to continue resolving our present delime, it might be for the best to keep quiet on this." I raised a hand as Ritsuka opened his mouth, forestalling his inevitable protests. "That being said, we're not going to ignore this, Rits."

Rits sighed heavily in relief, his shoulders sagging slightly. "You got some sort of a plan you're cooking up, Jacob?"

"Divide and conquer. You keep working with Mash and let me know if you discover anything from her memories when the next sequence happens. Yes, you will have another one, I just don't know when," I added quickly when Ritsuka tilted his head slightly in an inquisitive manner.

"Okay, but what about you?"

"When we get back to Chaldea, I'll try to do some digging. I said we won't press Mash. That's not to say that I won't try to see if I can access Chaldea's memory banks or asking around." Ritsuka nodded grimly.

"Thanks, Jacob."

"Heh, no problem, Rits. Just because we're not dating doesn't mean we're not also partners," I said with a playful smirk. Ritsuka looked at me, gob-smacked, for a second before throwing his head back and laughing. "Come on, let's get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be yet another big day, after all."

Original Endnotes: And done! What did you all think? Good, bad, meh? Have any favorite parts?Not much else to say currently, for once, so onto the question(s) of the chapter! First up: If I write a movie one-shot featuring the Knights of the Round Table, if I don't have the movie they watch be Monty Python and the Holy Grail, how disappointed/mad/upset would y'all be?

Second question: What's your favorite academic subject?

Third question: I was watching A Certain Magical Index over the weekend (specifically Season 3) and saw the character Princess Carissa. If you have seen the series, or want to look it up, let me know if you think she looks/reminds you any of Mordred

As always, thanks for reading, and for all of the love and support throughout the past months since I first started writing this story of mine! Not sure if I would have reached this point (or further) otherwise, so thanks again! As always, please leave any thoughts and opinions and all in a comment, or subscriber, bookmark, leave a kudo, yadda yadda yadda lol. I'm eagerly awaiting to read what y'all think, hoped you enjoyed Chapter 54, and I will see you in the next chapter!

Updated Endnotes 10/6/21: Hope you enjoyed it, and as always the up-to-date copy of the story can be found on AO3. Hope you enjoyed the chapter