[PROLOGUE III : THE ORACLE LAUGHS]

For as long as she'd known, Katya Belyaeva had been blessed with the Lord's revelations.

When war came when she was child, she had known it would. When her whole family was wiped out by airstrikes, she wasn't devstated, for she had known it would happen. When she, the sole survivor, managed to stay hidden long enough for rescuers to find her, it was simply because she knew that it would happen. And when the Holy Church soon came in search of her, or rather her revelations, Katya did not try to run away like a normal person would. She went along with them, and in time, rose to the ranks of the Executors. But it was no surprise to her, because she had already known things would've turned out this way. Once, when the nun mentoring her had asked her how she'd managed to do all that, the only reply that was received was "Because the Lord told me", alongside a warm smile.

Needless to say, Katya Belyaeva lived her life solely because she believed the Lord would be there for her. For he'd never failed her faith before, had he?

However, one fine winter morning, Katya received a sealed envelope, that for some strange reason, she hadn't known that she would be receiving. After getting over her initial shock, she quickly opened it up, before reading through it. But what she learned only fueled her curiosity even more.

For the first time in quite a while, the Mage's Association had extended an invitation for the Church to participate in the Holy Grail War – However, it was not for the post of an overseer from the Eight Sacrament, but rather, for a member of the Church to take part, for the first time ever, as an official, recognized Master. And consequently, the Holy Church had chosen her to be its representative. Whether this was some ploy by the Association, or if it was legitimate, the fact remained that Katya would have to face off against the other six Masters of the Association, whoever they were.

And therefore, for the first time in several years, she laughed.

If anyone had been around at that time, they would've thought they'd been dreaming – The humble and devout oracle of God, always with a smile on her face and a kind word for all, was now cackling like some kind of unhinged maniac. Eventually, she calmed herself down, back into her usual disposition, before reaching into her pockets for her silver cross. Fishing it out, she held it tightly in her hands, before offering up a prayer to the heavens.

"So long have I been faithful, and for all my worship, you have not let me down, oh Lord. But your will is absolute, and if this has happened, it is surely because you wished for it to happen. Oh Lord, if it is your will for me to be, from now, blind to all that shall come next, then is this perhaps a divine trial for me to prove my worth? It must be so, because oh Lord, you are never wrong. And I will therefore do what it takes for me to succeed in all the quests you place in front of me. For you are never wrong, and all that happens is the will of the Lord. Amen."

As she made her way away from there, she was so engrossed in the elation of having being granted a holy trial, that she did not notice behind her, in the shadows, two of the higher-ups from the Vatican observing her. They spoke in hushed whispers, as to not draw much attention.

The first man lit up a cigar, and took a single puff. "Well, I suppose this was to be expected. Things are bad enough that they're sending in little Miss Prophet herself, hmmm? I wonder, how low are we going to stoop to take part in that little heretic party, I wonder."

The other person turned away and frantically waved her hand in front of her face to get rid of the smoke. When that didn't seem to work, they reached into their robes, and seemed to pull out something very, very quickly. And so when the man tried to take another puff, he almost ended up poking himself in the face. Exasperated, he threw his hands up in the air. "You really shouldn't be using those skills of yours with the Keys to go around cutting up other people's things now, you know? It wasn't really polite of you to do that." He'd already lit up a new cigar, and pointed it at the her, only to have a Black Key introduced to his face.

"Like you're not a big shot yourself", she grumbled. "I'm seriously tired of fucking babysitting you. If you're my boss, better start carrying out your responsibilities, you piece of trash. Just go and die in a ditch somewhere, you pathetic excuse of a Grand Executor. Die."

The man clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Language. Anyways, we're the backup for little miss Prophet, so we better be off too, shall we?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE : Yeah, I lied yet again! I'm bored, okay? Don't judge me, college is just straight up boring this time of the year.

Anyways, four more prologues to go, for the four other Masters - So far we've got sword boy v2.0, office lady Accelerator, and now a nun who's a religious yandere (and two funny Executors playing buddy cop lmao). God, what is going to happen to this story, I wonder.

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