Kärson Forest, Stockholm, December 14th 2019
Kazutaka closed his eyes for a moment as if to draw his strength. As soon as he opened them, his lungs released a powerful breath, giving off a thick mist.
"They are already here."
Rider, the smile on his face, came down of his winged horse to sit at the foot of a tree. Kazutaka immediately released an oppressive aura and then whispered:
"98? No. 99, 100. "
Not one, not two, but more than 50 mana sources split the wind towards Kazutaka.
"Only mere Gandr."
Gandr, a devastating curse spell. All moved at a phenomenal speed towards the young monk. However, not even one reached him. Only a few craters on the ground were the last remnants of this previous attack. Immediately, men dressed in a uniform charged him. While two of them were preparing a runic spell in their right hands, three others were just finishing a Gandr at close range. A second was enough for a deafening sound to emanate from the bones of his attackers. Kazutaka thrust his fist at a bewildering speed on the one about to hit him with his runic spell, with a movement as fluid as quick he dodged the Gandr which ended up lodged in the throat of another assailant. In his momentum, he tackled the shooter with a low-kick and snatched his head from his firm grip. The other two remaining enemies, destabilized, did not have time to realize the seriousness of the situation that Kazutaka's outstretched fingers decapitated them in the manner of a katana. However, it was too early to enjoy a moment of respite. A bear with a magic seal on his forehead emerged from nowhere and grabbed the young man's right arm with a harrowing bite. Rider looked at the scene with satisfaction. Kazutaka meanwhile, with a relentless calm began to force the opening of the monster's jaw with his other hand. By dint of pulling, he twisted it and suddenly the beast exploded. Kazutaka, yet at the epicenter of the explosion survived without the slightest scratch. Then, a crowd of a hundred mages rushed towards the serene young man.
Gamla Stan, Stockholm, 14th December 2019
The aroma of Akanksha's sweet scent inebriated the city streets of central Stockholm. More than one man was turning around to look at the elegant woman. She managed to get information quite easily with her so distinguished charm. Her researches focused on two Masters in particular. She knew that these belonged to the Church, but why two under this sole banner? These individuals were far too mysterious to be taken lightly. Akanksha's "sisters" also sent her regular reports about the situation in town. Indeed, Chintamani's orphans collected information that they relegated to the seducing Master.
"I'm done on my side, maybe I should go meet Sandhya," Akanksha muttered.
Sandhya was the "sister" with whom Akanksha was the closest. As a big "sister", Akanksha participated actively in her education and offered her as much attention as possible. They spent their days training together and their evenings telling stories with Bhakti, Sandhya's elder and another one of Akanksha's younger sisters. Sandhya, like the other underlings of Chintamani had a painful childhood. Abused by her father, she ended up killing him. Her mother, discovered the horrendous scene, her daughter bathed in blood laughing hysterically. The shocked woman denied Sandhya and insulted her of everything imaginable. In a murderous madness, the girl also took the life of her mother and became an orphan. In the slums of Delhi, it is not uncommon to find orphans. Sandhya has never been accused of murdering her parents because the poor girl has no identity. She does not appear in any register. She was born under the same scrap that sheltered her little body from the rain until then. In this war, her and Bhakti were on the spot.
Akanksha received a call. It was with a smile that she answered, a maternal smile, loving and warm.
"Hello Akanksha?" Said Sandhya of a charming voice.
"Hi Sandhya, I'm heading to the meeting point."
Sandhya failing to contain her emotion said in a cheerful voice
"Yes, I'll be there with Bhakti! It's been so long since we have not met all three together..."
Akanksha replied while sneering
"In twenty minutes I am with you two. I'm looking forward to see you my beloved sister."
Sandhya in a playful voice exclaimed
"Bye!"
The snow kept falling from the clouds overlooking the theater of this sixth Grail War.
Akanksha finally arrived at the meeting point. She just had to turn in a small alley. Suddenly flowed from this same alley a shimmering fluid, a bright red one. Quickly this liquid had spread enough on the ground so the full moon could reflect itself in it. It was with trepidation that Akanksha faced the lane. What she saw was a scene of horror. A mysterious hooded individual had just slaughtered a young girl with a sharp stab in the heart, as foreshadowed by the murder weapon which the person was still firmly holding in their right hand. The gaping hole in the victim's chest was still fresh. Another girl on the floor had her throat severed. The tears emanating from her ocular cavities were still fresh. Her facial expression was frozen, it was surprise, a macabre surprise. In the hollow of the girl's hand lied a mobile phone. As soon as Akanksha glanced at this morbid scene, the mysterious individual, no, the murderer, shifted to the left revealing what appeared to be a cross of the Christ. At the end of the street hitherto hidden by the body of the murderer, stood what appeared to be a servant. In an instant, a spear already split the wind in the direction of Akanksha
Kärson Forest, Stockholm
Kazutaka was covered with blood. His breathing was heavy. Around him, a tide of inert bodies. In his right hand was still hanging the head of his last assailant. The monk stood in the middle of the battlefield in the manner of a triumphant gladiator. Rider rose from the foot of the tree he had been leaning against since the beginning.
"You are not an ordinary person, right?"
Questioned Rider with a slight smile on his lips.
"I'm just a simple monk trying to heal his mother that's all."
Kazutaka said. He then pursued in a calm voice.
"How could you have taken the risk of seeing me die?" If I were to disappear, it would have been done with you too ... "
Rider sighed.
"If you had perished then it would have meant that I had nothing to do here, so I would have kindly returned to the throne of heroes."
Kazutaka let out an ounce of amazement. Gradually, this stupor turned into a smile then a sneer. Rider also a smile at the corner of his lips declared.
"I'm waiting for your orders... Master."
A passerby will later report to the police that he saw two men laughing loudly in the middle of a hundred bodies freshly slaughtered under the snow descending from heaven. The authorities took this complaint lightly before facing this abominable disaster. On arrival not even the slightest breath could be perceived in the Kärson forest…
Gamla Stan, Stockholm
The tip of the spear was only a few millimeters away from Akanksha's skull. From the other end of it, a hand. To this hand was attached an agile body, that of a man fighting with a bright smile. In a deafening ringing sound the shock. This shock and its so distinctive sound of steel against itself. The mysterious servant whose class was definitely Lancer exclaimed.
"I was waiting for you Berserker... Show me what you are capable of!"
The corner was particularly silent. Not a passerby was in the vicinity. The bloody-eyed monster contented himself with an appalling sigh. Akanksha, in shock, ran. An arrow was pointing her direction at a breathtaking speed. Berserker suddenly jumped and seized it in full flight. The murderer of the Church immediately realized the situation and went after Akanksha. The young Indian beauty muttered.
"Thank you very much Berserker, I'm counting on you!"
However, deep inside her there was doubt. Her servant was facing two others. Lancer and Archer, moreover. The concern was felt on her pretty face unusually tense. A Black Key darted towards Akanksha's knee, but the beautiful woman had not given up yet. With a fluid movement she tried to dodge the projectile. However, it still managed to hurt her. To her surprise it had even hit her at full force. The projectile was nowhere around. Akanksha was lying her legs on the ground, ready to suffer the "coup de grâce".
"It won't end like that," said the gorgeous woman.
She pursued with a slight victorious smile. Immediately her adversary, sure of his initiatives until then let out an awkward movement. A movement betraying a frustration. The frustration of a failure. The murder then turned back immediately. The spell of Akanksha had therefore made its effect. She healed her bruised leg and got up.
Berserker was cornered. Lancer's attacks were incessant and Archer's projectiles flowed continuously. The unreasonable monster ducked Lancer's frontal spear and sent him flying with a desperate blow. Suddenly two arrows sprang up from the field hidden by Lancer's repeated attacks and plunged into Berserker's shoulder. The hero, his spear at the hand, always smiling, exclaimed
"Archer, leave it to me, I want to give him a fight worthy of the name! From man to man! Steel to steel! Smile to smile! "
To that followed a proud laugh, the laugh of a hero happy to be able to fight again. He was suddenly interrupted by what seemed to be sad news. He sighed with spite.
"I'm afraid we'll have to put this back in. It looks like your Master was able to run away safely. See ya cursed King!"
Berserker answered this name with a heart-rending cry.
Akanksha returned to the scene of the crime. The two victims were indeed her beloved sisters. She could not, however, let out a tear. She gazed one last time at their pretty angelic faces, disfigured by the stupor of their last moments before cremating them. Suddenly the scene came back to her. She then took her chin with her right hand and put her long thin finger on her luscious mouth. From there she began her monologue.
"The murderer's knife wasn't covered in blood, and moreover Sandhya and Bhakti were overtrained, it's not normal that they were so surprised by this attack, they should have won. Now that I think about it, if I recall I was surprised too during the chase. I was sure that I avoided the shot, why did it hit me? "
Berserker returned to her with his injured shoulder. Akanksha heaved a sigh of relief and declared:
"You worked well, let me heal you."
Once recovered from his wounds, Berserker dematerialized. Akanksha then goes on:
"Something is wrong in this story ..."
Ugglevikskällan, Stockholm, December 14th 2019
Lancer was sitting on a fallen tree trunk alongside the murderer of the Church.
"What happened exactly?" Asked Lancer.
A feminine voice answered.
"I don't understand myself. My instinct dictated me that if I tried to kill her, I would leave my life there. She was smiling victoriously. I'm sure it's her work."
While throwing a dazzling smile Lancer answered
"Interesting ... Would it be a power just as special as yours?"
The mysterious murderer with an air of concern whispered
"I'm afraid of it..."
A slight silence settled.
"What about Daniel?"
Lancer sighed.
"He is with Archer, let's join them."
The two individuals rose in the evening cold of Stockholm.
Stora Essingen, Stockholm, December 14th 2019
Adam stared at the flakes of snow twirling in the dark streets of the island. The wait was unbearable. He had to act. Savior then spoke as if he had read the thoughts of his Master.
"Let's go get some fresh air."
Adam answered seriously
"Let's go."
Once outside, they began a long walk.
"Savior, what does it feel like to be a hero?" Asked Adam.
The great Zoroastrian God retorted.
"I am not a hero, only a God whose existence depends on the faith of others. When the world stops believing in God, then it disappears into oblivion, victim of his creations. I am both present and absent. Nowadays, people believe in a new God who is what I was without really being it. "
Adam laughs internally at the almost ridiculous abstraction with which Savior spoke. I was lucky to call a servant this interesting he said to himself. Savior continued
"I'm not convinced of your behavior Adam. Something deep inside of you is dark, do you really want to become a hero for the good of the world?"
Adam without any hesitation replied.
"No."
Savior himself seemed surprised at the frankness of this single syllable. The young Master continued.
"I want to become a hero for my own interest. There is no hero acting solely for the good of others. A hero is above all selfish. If I want to become one it's because I want to be remembered. Saving the world without this reward would not please me. I am ready to do it by all means."
Savior calmly retorted
"In this war you will probably face real despair for the first time in your life."
The dazzling servant stopped suddenly. In a surprisingly calm voice he announced.
"An enemy servant is approaching ..."