Merry Christmas! Neolyph here to bring you one last chapter before the Christmas Day as an early present from me to you! This story has gotten a lot more traction than I thought it would, so thank you all who follow, favorite and review! I'm not sure if I can keep this rapid update schedule as I am a student and writing in my free time, so updates might slow a bit once the holidays end. Sorry about that. On the good news, however, Arawn D. Draven has agreed to be my beta, so these chapters starting next one should undergo a noticeable improvement. Anyway, while I'm doing Author's Notes, I might as well reply to some reviews.

Gawain-Knight of the Sun: Thank you, that made me laugh for a good minute.

Arawn D. Draven: I agree, I did rush parts of the chapter a little bit. If I do a re-write at any point I'll clean that up a bit, but for now I'm enjoying the holidays! Also, regarding the command seals, while Shinji did use all 3 command seals, Caster didn't possess enough prana or ranks in Independent Action to both kill Rider and use Rule Breaker. Figuring that if she stuck with Shinji she'd find some way to regain prana until she could track down Harry, she didn't immediately sever the contract and leave.

Temsen: That was intentional. That section of the story is prior to a three year time skip. Shinji is seven years older than Harry, so when Harry was six, Shinji was fourteen.

Guest: Thanks. I don't have any intentions of abandoning this story unless a truck runs over both of my hand or something.

Chapter 3: Meeting the Masters and Starting Positions


Kiritsugu Emiya covered his mouth as yet another series of coughs wracked his body, interrupting his painting the circle on the floor of the small workshop he had built outside his house in Fuyuki. Pulling his hand back from his mouth, he saw it stained red.

"How far have I fallen?" he though the himself.

"I, who was once one of the most feared names in magi history am sitting on a dirty bit on concrete, barely able to muster the strength to paint a magic circle."

He knew that somewhere out there, Gaia and Alaya were laughing and high-fiving at his misfortune.

Brushing those thoughts aside, Kiritsugu refocused on his current task: finishing this circle.

Re-wetting the brush in the paint made from his blood and other various ingredients, he continued with his work.

It was not until the sun had long set in the horizon that he finally stood, having completed and triple-checked that the summoning circle was perfect. With his limited amount of prana, he could not afford to mess this up. As he slowly stood, wincing a bit as he put weight on his aching joints, he surveyed the circle one more time and prepared for the summoning he had done once before, the summoning he would do so that he could right the many wrong he had done in his life.

"For the elements silver and iron. For the foundation, stone, and the archduke of contracts. For the ancestor, my great master Schweinorg. Close the gates of the cardinal directions.

Come forth from the Crown, and follow the forked road to the Kingdom

Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill

Repeat five times. But when each is filled, destroy it. Set.

Heed my words.

My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny.

If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason, then answer me

I hereby swear...

That I shall be all that is good in the world

That I shall defeat all that is evil in the world

You seven heavens, clad in the three great words of power, come forth from the circle of binding... Guardian of the Scales!"

Just as he remembered, smoke and light filled the room. He groaned as his weakened circuits flared, their heat burning into him. He knew his efforts had been successful though as he glanced to the center of the circle and saw kneeling there, noble and dignified as ever, Saber."

Saber, still kneeling and looking at the floor, opened her mouth to intone the customary greeting when he cut her off.

"Welcome back, Arthuria."


Arthuria Pendragon froze upon hearing that voice as confusion welled up inside her. That confusion was then replaced by an all-consuming rage as she remembered all that cold voice had put her through. The memories started flooding back into her: being summoned and immediately passed off to his wife, being forced to fight and kill her most loyal knight, having that twisted king attempt to claim her as his wife, watching Caster preform his twisted rituals on children while being ordered to not interfere, watching the a young woman who longed to see the world brutally killed, being forced to destroy the Grail that she so desperately needed, and above all else, she remembered Kiritsugu Emiya's hand guiding all of it. Needless to say, she was a bit cross with him.

"It's been quite some time, hasn't it, Saber. Five years I believe since we last spoke."

Saber glared up, blood in her eyes, but paused as instead of seeing the haughty, dishonorable visage she typically associated with Kiritsugu Emiya, she instead saw a pale, hunched over man with a bloody handkerchief leaning against a wall, too weak to stand. This was not the confident rogue that had summoned into the last war, no, this was as if someone had taken that man and in the span of five years aged him forty. His once charcoal black hair was now almost completely gray. His once cold, calculating eyes now only showed weariness and a sort of tired resignation. His once proud and arrogant posture now resembled that of the statues she had seen depicting the Greek Titan Atlas, forever cursed to bear the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. Overall, he looked the very picture of a man who had seen his goals, dreams, and ideals shattered before his very eyes.

Let is not be misunderstood, she was still ready to call down the full wrath of Excalibur on his head, but she at least wanted to hear his reasoning beforehand. She was a fair and just king after all.

"Kiritsugu Emiya. Give me one good reason I should not rend your head from your shoulders before you could get a command seal off?"

"An apology, perhaps, and an explanation," he answered in a voice she had only heard from veterans of her bloodiest and most hopeless battles.

Saber's eyes opened up slightly from their narrowed position, but her hand did stray from the hilt of her sword. This was definitely not the Kiritsugu Emiya she remembered.


"So, you mean to tell me that the Grail was tainted and unable to grant wishes without inducing destruction, so you ordered me to destroy it."

"Yes, that about sums it up," Kiritsugu replied as he put a large amount of various medications into a bottle of water before drinking it.

"And you didn't think to simply explain this before using your command seals to force me to destroy the object of my quest before my very eyes?" Saber asked, eyes narrowed.

"There wasn't enough time, and I didn't think you would believe me."

"OF COURSE I WOULDN'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU SPENT THAT ENTIRE WAR ACTING LIKE I WAS SOME UNWIELDY TOOL YOU WERE FORCED TO WORK WITH WHILE YOU RAN OFF TO DO THE IMPORTANT THINGS, WHICH GENERALLY CONSISTED OF ASSASSINATION AND TERRORISM!" Saber bellowed, having lost her patience.

"Do you know why I summoned you into this war, Saber?"

"Considering the fact that there is still a Holy Grail War, I would assumed that it's because you want to finish the job."

"Correct. Now, hate me all you like, but I think you and I can both agree that keeping the cursed Grail from killing even more of this city is a bit more important than whatever personal grievances we may have against each other."

Saber silently fumed, before finally assenting to his point. She was about to speak up when another part of that statement replayed in her head.

"Wait a minute. What do you mean, 'killing even more of this city,'?"

"When we destroyed the Grail, it ignited most of the surrounding city sections, while fatally cursing me. It's only Avalon that's keeping me and my circuits together, weakened as they are."

"How many died, exactly."

"Everyone in that section. Thousands. The only survivor I heard about was a young boy that got enrolled in a local school. Didn't hear who took him in though."

"AND YOU DIDN'T LOOK FOR SURVIVORS IN THE FIRE YOU STARTED?" Saber had gone right back up to "livid" again.

"YOU THINK I DIDN'T TRY? THAT PLACE WAS A BURNING HELLHOLE! EVEN WITH AVALON I COULDN'T FIND ANYONE STILL ALIVE!" Kiritsugu was equally furious at the accusation.

Saber once again glowered at him, hand inching toward Excalibur.

"Look, we're going to have to get along for the moment. Right now, the plan is just to lay low, locate the Grail, and destroy it."

Saber nodded, but Kiritsugu noticed that she still looked ready to call holy wrath on his head.

As another fit of coughing caused his to wince in pain, he just prayed that the daughter he had never been able to recover didn't get involved in this mess.


Illyasviel von Einzbern stepped off the plane in the city she would kill her father in and smiled. Kiritsugu Emiya was in this city. She just knew it. Behind her, she heard her beloved guardian shift in response to her bloodlust. She reassured him that Kiritsugu's death would come soon and he calmed down. That was what she loved about him. No matter what she did, Berserker would always be a step behind her, ready to obey her commands, no matter what they were. Behind Berserker came Sella and Leysritt with her luggage. Together the three got into the car provided for them and went to the castle the Einzberns bought for the last war. She looked out the window at the sun, just beginning to dye the horizon a bloody red.

"Like the daybreak of war. How fitting," she thought.


"What do you mean you think you can summon another servant?" Harry asked Caster, slightly bewildered at the offhand comment Caster had made during their strategy session.

"Well, you see Master, I did some experiments earlier and learned that due to some anomalies in the Grail System, likely the same ones that caused the war to start only five years after the previous one, I am theoretically capable of summoning the remaining Servant Assassin and using my noble phantasm to transfer the contract to you," Caster replied helpfully.

Harry just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose at the thought of this war getting any more weirder.

"What would you need for this summoning?"

"The same general reagents a regular summoning would need, plus you would have to flood me with prana during the summoning to keep me from being drained. Now that I think about it, your circle is still set up down it the basement. That would have the added bonus of making that whatever servant responds is matched to you and not me."

"Alright then, let's temporarily adjourn this meeting while Caster tries out this new summoning."

Harry, Sakura, Leanna, Joy, Monica, Rider, and Caster all stood and walked together down to the basement to try out Caster's idea.


With seven hands dusting up the summoning circle for yet another summoning, it didn't take long for Caster to get ready. Harry flared up his circuits. With the amount of prana he produced, even supporting two servants wasn't all that much. As such, he barely needed to keep them going at all to support Caster and Rider unless they were engaged in heavy combat. Harry directed as much prana as he safely could into Caster, and through her, the summoning circle. The circle glowed as Caster began the incantation.

"For the elements silver and iron. For the foundation, stone, and the archduke of contracts. For the ancestor, my great master Schweinorg. Close the gates of the cardinal directions.

Come forth from the Crown, and follow the forked road to the Kingdom

Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill

Repeat five times. But when each is filled, destroy it. Set.

Heed my words.

My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny.

If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason, then answer me

I hereby swear...

That I shall be all that is good in the world

That I shall defeat all that is evil in the world

You seven heavens, clad in the three great words of power, come forth from the circle of binding... Guardian of the Scales!"

"Zealot answers your summons, my god."


Zealot sat in the Records of Akasha, reflecting. Throughout her life, she had dedicated herself to Allah, to such a degree that despite not possessing a true name, it was unanimously decided to simply call her, "Zealot." Everything she did was in the great name of the Creator. It was for him that she had mutilated herself repeatedly so that she could be as powerful as all of her predecessors combined. She had wished to become the next Hassan-i-Sabbah so that she could prove her dedication, despite her age. The Elders had denied her though, claiming that even though she had completed an unheard of feat and combined all the techniques of every one of the previous Hassan-i-Sabbahs, she had not created one of her own and had therefore been denied the position. The position had instead been given to the one known as Hundred-Faced Hassan, whose sole qualification was a case of split-personality disorder. At the time, she had blamed herself, believing the Elders correct and blaming the failure as proof of her lack of dedication. To further prove herself, she had decided to destroy the Holy Grail, to desecrate the most holy of the infidel's artifacts. It was not until after she died that she learned the truth of Allah, or lack thereof. Her faith had been completely shattered. The being she had dedicated her life and unwavering devotion to did not exist. Just as her sanity was slipping from her, she felt a tendril of... something calling out to her. She tentatively reached out for it and felt him. It was a boy: determined, brave, powerful. She could feel his magnificence bask across her in a warm golden glow. She could feel that he was bringing her back, across the void of death, to serve him. With a call such as that from a being so magnificent, she knew that she had found what she had been searching for: a being to devote herself to that she could see and properly serve. She had found a new god.


Harry blinked at the atypical greeting. An action repeated by everyone in the room save the hooded woman kneeling before him reverently. He still stood there, stock still, as Caster awkwardly approached the kneeling woman and pricked her with Rule Breaker, severing the contract and rebinding it to him. Harry didn't even move as the familiar pain of command seals once again burned into his flesh. This time it felt like they appeared stretching across his shoulders, just below his neck. Finally finding his voice, he answered rather uneloquently.

"What?"

The hooded woman shifted slightly, gazing up just enough that her eyes caught a tiny glimpse of his face before she immediately looked back down, like one gazing on something they were unworthy of. She spoke once in a tone that contained nothing but pure, unadulterated reverence.

"Most holy one, I have answered your call to service. I await your whims."

Harry once again blinked, and the room once again reciprocated. Determined to gain some answers, he asked a little bit clearer.

"What do you mean, 'your god'?"

"It is unnecessary to test me Great One. You have pulled me out of the depths of perdition with your holy light to serve you. What else could you be to me but my god?"

Harry just sighed. Today was just turning out to be one of those days. He beckoned her to stand up, which she did gracefully. He ordered her to lower her hood and she immediately complied. Now that she was standing and hoodless, he could get a good look at her. She was tall, taller than both Caster and Rider. She had long, black hair that went down both shoulders. Her eyes were a cold gray, but contained in them what he could only identify as "unwavering devotion" and "zeal" which he supposed was her namesake. Now, Harry was ten years old, but he had seen enough women in his life to know that this woman's bust was ridiculous. It was like someone has stuck two watermelons under her cloak and she hadn't noticed. How she stood, let alone fought with those things he had no clue. Perhaps she weaponized them somehow. She was an assassin after all. With no further observations to make, he decided to go through standard procedure for new servants and cook her a meal. Breakfast would be soon anyway.


Zealot was currently crying tears of joy. When she had first appeared before her new god and master and he had questioned her, she had been terrified. She had feared that her resurrection had been a mistake and that he would send her back to that empty hell. When instead he ordered her to stand and remove her hood, she had complied unquestioningly. After examining her for a moment with those wise green eyes of his, he had nodded and announced that he was going to cook a meal for all of them. She had been confused at first. She was a mere slave, unworthy of having food prepared for her, by her god no less. Then it stuck her: her god was not only a powerful and great god, but a loving and merciful one as well. When the center of her world had placed a steaming dish before her she knew that she had been blessed beyond understanding, and the only response she could manage was tears of thanks and gratitude.


Harry was slightly panicked as he placed a dish before his strange new servant and she took one look at it before bursting into tears. Worried he had done something wrong, he placed a hand on her shoulder to ask what was wrong. He had to take a step back as the woman spun around, fell to the floor, and began kissing his feet, muttering the whole time about being, "unworthy." Honestly, Harry thought he might have been better off with a servant that tried to kill him straight out of the circle. At least that would have been less confusing. Looking around the room for help, Harry only saw bemused expressions at his situation from Rider and Caster while Leanna, Joy, Monica, and Sakura were glaring at the black haired woman currently absorbed with orally polishing his shoes.

"Um, Assassin, could you stop that please?" he asked somewhat uncertainly.

He was once again surprised as she immediately shot backwards a foot, still prostrated, and began bowing while apologizing for her, "inability to contain herself in his most magnificent presence."

Harry once again sighed, told her to return to the table, and sat back down again. He decided to figure out just what the hell was going on.

"So, Assassin, I've asked my other two servants this question and heard their responses. Now I wish to hear yours. What is your wish for the Holy Grail?"

Assassin looked confused.

"My god, why would I make a wish on the heretical artifact I so desperately want to destroy?"

"The Grail summoned you to serve me in a war to claim it. The purpose of obtaining the Grail is that you can make a wish on it. Most servants are summoned due to having a wish for the Grail to fulfill."

"But, my god, it was not the Grail that summoned me, it was your holy light. I felt it from the depths of perdition and answered its call to serve you. That is why I am here. Not for the cup some heretic drank from two thousand years ago."

Harry just sighed once again.

"So the only reasoned you came here was because I summoned you, and you believe me to be a god."

"I do not believe, I know. Even if you are not a true god, your have resurrected me from the depths of perdition. What else could you be to me but a god? And what else could I be to you but your slave?"

Harry just knew that somewhere out there, Zelretch was laughing at him.


Ten year old Rin Tohsaka was in the biggest panic she had ever felt in her entire life. She had been in her workshop, casually preparing some jewels for later use, when that stupid fake priest had strolled in like he owned the place. He had then casually informed her that she should probably summon her servant soon, since there was only one opening left in the Grail war in the Archer Class, and then strolled right back out. The second he had left and his words sunk in, she had overturned half of her workshop trying to gather the necessary items for a summoning. Once she had gathered them she set out drawing a circle as fast as she dared in the basement of her mansion. She finally finished it, not even noticing that she had missed both lunch and dinner in her haste. The circle finally complete, she began the incantation. Normally, she would have supplemented her prana reserves with prana from her family's jewelcraft, but due to the war starting so soon and catching her by surprise, she didn't have a catalyst or any gems with enough prana to help the summoning. She was aware that this would result in whatever servant she summoned being weaker than usual, but she didn't care. It was her duty as the Tohsaka family head to compete, and so she was going to.

"For the elements silver and iron. For the foundation, stone, and the archduke of contracts. For the ancestor, my great master Schweinorg. Close the gates of the cardinal directions.

Come forth from the Crown, and follow the forked road to the Kingdom

Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill

Repeat five times. But when each is filled, destroy it. Set.

Heed my words.

My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny.

If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason, then answer me

I hereby swear...

That I shall be all that is good in the world

That I shall defeat all that is evil in the world

You seven heavens, clad in the three great words of power, come forth from the circle of binding... Guardian of the Scales!"

The room filled with smoke and light. She fell to her knees, her circuits feeling like they were on fire and her body feeling completely drained. She let out a sigh of relief though, the summoning has been successful. She looked to the center of the circle to see what servant she had summoned and her dropped like a stone in her chest when she saw the circle empty.

She had failed. She was worthless as the heir to the Tohsaka family if she couldn't even summon a servant. She would have been better off-

*CRASH*

Her thoughts were interrupted when a massive crash sounded from upstairs. Fearing an attack, she ran upstairs as fast as she could, circuits still flared, drained as they were, ready to meet the intruder. She came to a halt as she entered her living room to see a massive hole in the roof, wood and debris scattered around the room, and sitting on her couch giving her a look as if she had just intruded on his house was a man in a red coat with white hair.

"Sup."


Rin was getting ready to strangle this servant, or better yet, use a command seal to make him do it to himself. She had heard that some servants were rather insubordinate if they didn't respect their masters, but this was just ridiculous.

"So, why exactly should I follow a nine year old into this war?" he asked leisurely, still sitting on her couch like he owned it.

"TEN!" she yelled at him hotly.

"My point exactly. You're far too immature to be my master. It would be better off if you just went to the local church and yielded your master rights. At least that way, you won't have to worry about the masters directly, just about becoming collateral damage."

At that, Rin lost it. She was fed up with this servant. Her circuits burned as one of the command seals on her arm started glowing. Archer noticed her actions.

"Wait, what the hell are you doing, you idiot!" But it was too late.

"BY THE POWER OF THE COMMAND SEAL! I COMMAND YOU TO OBEY ME!" she screamed at him.

A wave of light came off the command seal as it disappeared, but it didn't have any effect. The only change was that the formerly bemused Archer now only looked angry.

"YOU STUPID GIRL! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU JUST WASTED ON A POINTLESS COMMAND?" he bellowed, far outmatching her previous ire.

"I have secured your obedience, Servant, now don't question me again!" she replied haughtily.

"THAT'S NOT HOW COMMAND SEALS WORK! UNLESS YOU HAVE MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF PRANA, YOU CAN'T DO GENERAL COMMANDS!"

Rin's head cooled in an instant as she realized that she had just wasted a command seal. She flopped down next to Archer on the couch, depressed.

"Heh, I really am a failure as a master aren't I? I wasted one of my most precious materials in this war simply out of anger at my servant."

"Look, girl. Let's make a deal. You provide me with enough prana to stay in this world, and I'll ensure that you don't die during the course of this war. Deal?"

Knowing that she had very little hope of winning this war she had hastily rushed into, she looked at her servant for a moment, and nodded.

"Deal."


Archer rubbed his head in confusion. He had gone through hundreds of different Grail Wars throughout his time as a Counter Guardian, but none of them happened this early. His opening interaction with Rin had been the same as it usually was, with the exception of the fact that she was ten years old. Needing to confirm something, he waited until Rin fell asleep and left her house. As he jumped across the rooftops, he noted that he was significantly slower than he usually was when versions of Rin Tohsaka summoned him. He attributed it to Rin's young age leading her to being unable to summon and support him at full servant strength. As he finally arrived at the Emiya estate, he began to stake the place out. Surveying the place the entire night, he observed two things that shocked him greatly. The first was that there didn't appear to be a Shirou Emiya living in the manor, but an elderly Kiritsugu Emiya instead. Second was that Kiritsugu had apparently summoned Saber as his servant in the war. He would confirm it some more, but it appeared that in this version of the war, either Shirou Emiya didn't exist or he didn't make it out of the Fuyuki fire. That at least made his job a lot easier. Now all he had to worry about was killing Gilgamesh and preventing Angra Mainyu from returning. Happier with his situation, he returned back to Rin's house. He had some cleaning up to do, after all.


Illyasviel von Einzbern sat on her balcony, overlooking the city that would soon become Ground Zero of the Fifth Grail War. Two feelings overwhelmed her: anticipation and loneliness. She felt anticipation at the fact that very soon, she would be able to get revenge on the man who had abandoned her to the Einzberns and killed her mother. Even now, she was planning various ways to torment and kill him. Most of the scenarios in her head involved either assorted power tools, medieval torture devices, twisted medical implements, or a combination or all three. Kiritsugu Emiya had ruined her life and she was going to make her suffer for it. In addition to her anticipation, she also felt a kind of poignant loneliness. Strangely enough, this little foray was her first step into the outside world in her entire life. In the Einzbern castle, she had never met anyone that wasn't either a homunculi conditioned for obedience or a family member that only looked on her with distaste. She had never had any real friends, unless you counted Berserker, but he wasn't much of a conversationalist. So as strange and unlikely as it was, Illya also hoped that she could possibly make a friend on this trip.


Leanna, Monica, and Joy sat across from Rider, Caster, and Assassin, neither group really willing to open up discussion in the informal, "Protect Harry," meeting they had organized after he had gone to bed. Finally, Monica broke the silence.

"So, I have heard all three of you speak regarding your various desires to protect Master Harry. As we know him best, but you're stronger, we decided that we should all sit down and work out exactly how best to keep him from getting hurt."

"Caster, Assassin, and I discussed this beforehand," Rider replied, "and we came up with a plan. Since Master has three servants, two can be protecting him at all times while the third can search for and eliminate threats to him."

"That sounds reasonable, but what about Mistress Sakura? Master Harry will prioritize her protection over his, even if it gets him killed," Leanna pointed out.

"We also took that into account." Caster said, "Master will do one of two things regarding Sakura. He will either keep her close to him when he goes out hunting, in which case the six of us should be able to protect both, or he will leave her here, in which case you three can stay behind to protect her. Between you three and the bounded fields, especially now that I have fully fortified them, most servants will be unable to even enter. If a servant somehow does break in, the bounded fields will alert Master and he will be able to quickly return and defend Sakura while you three hold the servant off."

Monica, Leanna, and Joy all exchanged a look, silently communicating in that way only close siblings can, before turning and nodding their acceptance. Rider, Caster, and Assassin also looked at each other, communicating via the telepathy Servants under the same Master were capable of, before turning and also nodding their agreement.

Having all come to an agreement, Harry's six protectors all stood. The three homunculi went to their quarters near the worm pit while the three servants astralized and took up positions around the worm pit. It was both Harry and Sakura's night in the pit, and the two sat embracing and comforting each other even as the worms did unspeakable things to them. The three servants once again vowed to kill Zouken for the things he did to their master, regardless of his wishes, the very second they found out a way they could permanently kill him, they would take it up in a second. Mentally agreeing, they took a look at the futons their master had prepared for them, wrinkled them so as to make them look slept on, and spread out in positions to guard their master's sleeping form. Their master may have wanted them to get some sleep, but they would prioritize his safety over his comfort in an instant, and after the last attack had come from inside the manor, they wouldn't take their eyes off him even for a second.


In the basement of a nearby church, Kirei Kotomine laughed as he watched his plans come together. After that moronic Bazett had showed up and started waving around her command seals, all it took was a quick slash of a knife while her servant was out hunting and he had three new command seals and a servant. With Lancer under his control, it wouldn't be that hard to make this entire war dance to his tune. It would be so much simpler if Lancer wasn't so damn irritating!" He hadn't had the servant for five minutes before the servant had broken into his liquor cabinet, downed the entire contents, stolen his wallet, gone out to a local bar, opened a tab in his name, and run up a 300000 yen bill in an attempt to get hammered. Once the irritating servant finally woke up from his stupor, Kirei had barely had time to express his displeasure before the servant had jumped back up and ran off into the night to hunt servants. If that wasn't what Kirei had intended for him to do in the first place, he would have used a command seal to make his point better understood.

Sighing, he took the time to do an inventory of the Masters and Servants. It appeared that Kiritsugu Emiya had made an appearance and summoned Saber, the Tohsaka girl had managed to summon Archer, Kiritsugu himself possessed Lancer, the Einzbern representative had arrived earlier that day with Berserker, it appeared that Shinji Matou had somehow summoned Caster, only to be killed, presumably by Caster, Rider had been summoned by an unknown by the name of Potter, though Kirei couldn't get a location, and finally Assassin had been summoned, but no name was given. Behind him, he heard as Gilgamesh entered the room, likely about to demand one more unreasonable things or another "as was his right as king of all." Kirei stood up, ready to preemptively keep the "King of Heroes," from throwing a temper tantrum. As he thought once more about the various players and unknowns in the war, he couldn't help but feel excited. This was shaping up to be a most interesting war indeed.


Author's Notes

Hey everyone! Merry Christmas again! Quick notes on Assassin. When I was looking at potential assassins to summon, I started pitching ideas off a friend of mine who loves Fate/Stay Night. When he threw out the No Name Assassin, I read her profile and thought she would make good comic relief. I was going to go with the appearance described on the wiki, but once again my friend stepped in and gave me an idea for an OC he was working on with a similar personality to Zealot, so I went with that OC's appearance instead, as a way of thanks for the idea. Anyway, thanks everyone who reads this story, and remember to follow, favorite, and review if you liked it.

Side note, here's a full list of Masters, Servants, and Identities

Kiritsugu: Saber- Arthuria

Illya: Berserker- Heracles

Harry: Rider- Medusa

Harry: Caster- Medea (Via Shinji)

Harry: Assassin- No-Name Assassin (Via Caster)

Rin: Archer- Shirou Emiya

Kotomine: Lancer- Cu Cuchulain (Via Bazett)

Kotomine: Archer- Gilgamesh (Via Last War)