IT helps that I have a lot of reference from canon ha ha ha...
Anyway since a reviewer mention that ACTUALLY power level of FSN and KHR is screwed towards the first, I will say I take 'artistic license' so to speak to balance everything out. Or it won't make sense how Vongola, Millefiore and Giglion Nero do their job if they're weaker than Magi or Dead Apostle Ancestor.
Chapter 03: Ruler does not rules...
The broad bridge straddling the widening Mion River spanned majestically over 665 meters, arching with a diameter of over three roads. The top of the arch was over 50 meters high. It was a perfect spot for surveillance for a servant, especially an Archer as it was so high and located at the center of Fuyuki City.
For a delicate Magus like Waver Velvet however, it was a perfect spot to get himself killed. With his frail body receiving the full force of the sea wind, he might miss a step and fall to his end into the river below, unable to go back up without great skills and a lifeline. So he held onto the steel frame like it was his lifeline, clinging for his dear life without care for his dignity.
His servant, Iskandar was enjoying the view with his odious dignity.
Waver whimpered, "Ri, de, r, quick... Let's go down... Now!" He couldn't tell if his quivering teeth was from cold or terror, he just wanted the sweet mother earth under the sole of his feet.
"This place is perfect for a look-out. Well, this isn't the time for fancy sight-seeing in a high place." Rider denied his complaint as sipping the wine from bottle on his hand, eyes never leaving the west bank of the bridge, toward the wide seaside park hidden from the estuary. Waver can't see it, but what Rider was looking at― were the marks a Servant has been leaving for the last few hours.
"He's clearly luring us out. For him to not pick up on us, that's strange. And it's not just me anymore, other Servants must be studying his aspect." Rider offered his analysis of situation. "An impatient Master would just get tired of waiting at some point, or something. That's what we should be looking forward to."
Boisterous or not Waver was reminded once again that his servant was indeed the hailed King of Conquerors who was one of finest strategist in history. As Rider said, only a moron would bite that bait. Whoever fell for it would destroy each other, resulting in hopefully severely weakened winner Rider could pick on easily.
So they waited, and while Waver had no complain about their strategy he had plenty about their current perch. "Co, come down! No, get the hell down! I, I've, I've had it!"
"Ah, just wait. You're a restless guy. Sitting and waiting is also part of the battle." Rider lectured him. His servant didn't even look at his half-crying face and Waver wondered why Rider was so careless with his safety, he was Rider's lifeline damn it!
"If you're bored, read the book I entrusted to you. It's a good book."
He had a lot to complain on that suggestion, first…
Who wanted to read Iliad at the time like this?!
He was not bored, he was scared of height!
How could he read in this place anyway!
The book was also heavy because of its thickness!
"Rider... Why, did you, bring this book?"
At Waver's bitter question, the Heroic Spirit answered with a grave expression.
"The Iliad is very profound. At the height of battle, I would suddenly get the urge to read a verse of poetry. At a time like that, I feel bad when I can't reread something immediately."
"..." He knew from history record that Alexander the Great had profound love for Iliad but of all things the history got correctly, it was this?! "At a time like that, you mean... In battle?" How a poetry collection helps in battlefield?!
"Yes." Rider nodded nonchalantly as if his reply was perfectly normal.
"... But how?"
"With my left hand, when I hold my sword in my right hand. If I need to hold the bridle with my left hand, I get a page to read it aloud." He answered promptly, "It isn't that surprising. The warriors of my era all lived a life of battle. Battling while drinking and eating, embracing women while battling, battling even while sleeping. Anyone can do that."
He didn't really do all that while battling, right? Though Waver could almost imagine Rider could multi-task like that somehow. "You're kidding, right?"
"Of course. You fool." He sniggered and gave an exploding flinch on Waver's forehead.
"Gyaa-h!"
He wanted to go home already…
Fuyuki Port
Murphy's Law was Vongola's best and worst friend, that was the very first lesson of Vongola from Tsunayoshi. If things went FUBAR just stay calm, ignore your Hyper Intuition induced headache and roll with the chaos with hope it would pass quicker. Truly his cousin's wisdom was without compare, but Shirou would appreciated it if Tsuna warned him that the bodily reaction caused by Hyper Intuition going haywire was this bad…
True eye of mind couldn't even hold a candle in comparison of Hyper Intuition.
Which was why, he was very aware of every servants observing the upcoming battle, in which Saber and Irisviel decided to accept the generous invitation. While it was in line with Kiritsugu's plan, becoming two flowers of battlefield no one could ignore so the other masters would turn their back on the assassin. He hated the plan, effective or not. He really should stop Iri and Saber, but he knew better than denying Saber her battle. Too well by firsthand experience.
He turned on the radio, Kiritsugu was already close enough to his position from what his intuition told him. "Kiritsugu."
"What is it, Ruler?"
"More than half of servants in this war are observing this battle, should I tell Master to pull back now?"
There was a slight pause before Kiritsugu replied. "What do you think they're aiming for in this case, Ruler?"
The man asked not because he was clueless, he just wanted Ruler to say it. The servant of balance sighed, "The most obvious plan would be waiting for the conclusion of the battle so they can pick on the weakened servants. The smarter ones would observe for as long as they could to gather information, without revealing themselves at all."
"Correct." Ruler could almost hear the smirk from the other line. "Then there's no reason to pull out now with so many preys coming, thinking they're predators…"
Which mean more defenseless master Kiritsugu could aim for. "Even at the risk of revealing Saber's identity?"
Kiritsugu scoffed, "Then it's most fortunate we choose a servant with no easily exploited weakness from her life." Unlike some other strong legendary servant like Siegfried or Achilles, whose true name was like death sentence.
"It would still give away all of her powers, Kiritsugu…" The red clad servant pointed out.
"Doesn't matter… her most powerful attack is in no way subtle, one look at her sword and that's it. I don't have faith in Saber keeping her identity hidden for long." The Magus killer argued.
Ruler snorted, Kiritsugu would be surprised at how good Saber could be at hiding her identity if she put her mind into it. She had fooled her own people masquerading as a man for her whole life after all. A chivalrous knight of highest order she was, but deceit was not beyond her.
"Of course, it would be most appreciated if you reveal other servant's identity to level the playing field."
Kiritsugu didn't pride himself as a Magus, but he still cheat like one.
"That's not a bad idea…" Was the only comment he could offer as he ended the line. Kiritsugu might be a veteran Magus Killer, but in Holy Grail War he was as amateur as everyone else. Revealing everyone's name was a bad idea because that was the cue for everyone to throw subtlety out of the window. That was what would happen in the fifth at least, in the end it depended on personalities of servants involved.
Now, what should he tell Saber and his Master about the development? He was sure he didn't have to warn Saber, she was also a strategist herself as long as she didn't let her temper got on the way. She accepted this challenge with full awareness the other servants would be circling like a bird of prey. Oh well, let's just stick to their strategy for now.
Seaport, Shipment Area
Harbor facilities at night was devoid of life, making their footsteps echoed at night in midst of dead like silence. The streetlights shone upon the asphalt covered ground, emphasizing the emptiness of scenery. Unmanned derrick cranes were turned toward the dark sea, like an eerie flock of huge fossilized dinosaurs.
With both sides of the relatively spacious path walled by towering steel containers, it made a perfect place for Servants who must confront hidden from public view.
Irisviel inhaled deeply as she walked a few steps behind Saber, their enemy was already showing himself, without running or hiding. The tall shadow standing in the middle of the empty street emits an extraordinary amount of prana even more outrageous than his odd outfit, a telling sign of his status of heroic spirit pulled from another time.
'Master, please stay vigilant… several servants already circling the area like sharks.'
'Got it, Ruler!' Irisviel replied through their link as Saber and the enemy servant stopped, facing each other from about 10 meters apart.
Saber observed her first potential opponent, he was a handsome man, with quirky long hair combed roughly backward. A beautiful male with fair skin and muscular body, there was no doubt this man pleased the eyes of most maiden in his life. He was holding two spears, one longer than his body with the shorter spear on his life was just one third of the other one.
Obviously, this was servant Lancer.
Saber didn't miss the cloth with seals written all over it wrapping both spears, hiding its identity to protect the true name of this servant. So he also had taken measure to protect his identity. Saber glanced at Irisviel, asking in low voice. "Did Ruler just contact you?"
Irisviel nodded, "We're being watched by several eyes."
Typical of Magi to wait for moment of weakness to strike, "I see…"
The presumed Lancer smirked, "How nice of you to come. All of those who were parading around today in the town have only cowered away. ... You are the only one of valor who answered my invitation." He sounded humble but also cheerful when praising her. "That pure fighting spirit... Am I correct in thinking you are Saber?"
Saber could tell this was genuine knight who didn't invite her to a cowardly trap, but as Ruler pointed out, trusting fellow knight's character was fine but she should never forget a Magus was behind the man. "You are. Surely you must be Lancer?"
"Indeed. ―Hm, it is unusual to exchange names with the opponent in a deadly fight. That was a pleasure that is not obligatory."
She had to agree, with Magus as master the knights had to compromise their honor. "Certainly, it isn't. Our battle isn't one for honor to begin with. You yourself are raising your spear for your master of this era, are you not?"
"Fuh, correct."
Saber narrowed her eyes, feeling something odd when looking at Lancer's face. Like some sort of prodding trying to take hold. Holding back behind Saber, Irisviel shortened her breathing a little as she frowned.
"... A charm magecraft. It is impolite to use on a married woman, spearman." Irisviel remarked, not amused that a servant was trying to charm her.
'Master, permission to kill him on the spot.'
Irisviel valiantly fight her urge to laugh at how protective Ruler was of her. Truly her servant was the best she could ask, well… he and Saber.
Lancer shrugged with a bitter smile at Irisviel's remark. "Sorry, that's some sort of a curse I've had since I was born. This is all you will get. Blame my birth, or your womanhood."
The homunculus couldn't help but feel annoyed, while she got that the 'charm' was something Lancer couldn't control the man shouldn't be so flippantly imply it was her gender's fault!
Saber chuckled, not sharing Irisviel's sentiment. "You were not expecting a knight to fall for that pretty face, were you, spear user?"
He shook his head, "That would be such a kill-joy, but indeed, the anti-magic ability of the Saber class is not vain. ... Excellent. It wouldn't suit my reputation to murder a woman weakened by my only face. I am glad my first opponent has such backbone."
"Hoh." Saber narrowed her jade like eyes, "You were wishing for a fair fight. It is my honor to face such a proud Heroic Spirit." Both of them mutually desired a straightforward and honorable battle to death.
"Then― Anytime." Picking up the long spear on his right shoulder by spinning it once, Lancer raised the tip of the short spear in his left hand. His stance, spreading both spears like wings, really was an unreadable style.
Prana surged and enveloped her slender body and her azure-silver battle armor appeared. She was ready for battle as she tightened her grip on her invisible blade.
"Saber..." Swallowing nervously, Irisviel called from behind. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and she knew soon there was no words could be exchanged. "... Take care. I can support you with healing magecraft, but no more..."
Saber nodded. "Leave Lancer to me. But it worries me that the enemy Master is nowhere to be seen." Which was worrying, it seemed the master was a coward who had no trust in Lancer's ability to protect him. Or it was for another purpose/ "He might be preparing an odd trick. Please be cautious. ―Irisviel, I entrust you to watch my back."
She was of course talking about both Irisviel and Ruler, while the servant of balance won't interfere with her battle… obviously, he won't let anyone in either.
"... Understood. Saber, bring me victory." Irisviel declared confidently, returning the trust Saber gave her.
"Yes. I will."
On the other side of the port
After receiving the signal sent by Irisviel, followed by calls from his wife's servants, Emiya Kiritsugu and Hisau Maiya raced towards the port according to its direction. They were welcomed by a soundless stretch of silence, nothing but eerie lull of sea wind. The atmosphere was stagnant and too quiet.
Someone must had erected a barrier to produce this unnatural atmosphere.
"…It has already begun." Kiritsugu began to contemplate as he held the ten-or-so kilograms heavy sniper rifle. Now the question was how to observe the battle from ideal position so he could spot his target, and hopefully the enemy servant wouldn't pay too much attention to the well-being of his master. Well, Saber's job was keeping the servant busy in his plan.
"Up there, that looks like that's a good place to observe the fight." Maiya pointed at the derrick crane looming over the stacked containers, about 30 meters above the ground; it would be the best observation point possible if one can contrive to silently climb up there.
It was an ideal spot, but too ideal and obvious. "Yes, that is the ideal place to survey the battle. So it shouldn't be only us that came up with the idea."
Maiya didn't need further explanation, she had already understood his intentions. "Maiya, slip in through the eastern bank, I'll go through the west… Find an observation point that can overlook both Saber's battle and the crane."
"I understand." Maiya jogged away, mind focusing on following Kiritsugu's order.
As his assistant disappeared from sight, Kiristugu checked the input from the transmitter as he cautiously moved in the opposite direction. Now that he and Maiya decided from where to observe, he wondered where was Ruler. The unexpected factor that had been a wonderful addition so far, especially at guarding Iri and pacifying Saber to a degree.
Emiya Shirou was feeling pretty nervous with how this war progressed, this was just the beginning but it felt like it would escalate to uncontrollable chaos anytime. He had been expecting other servants watching from the sidelines of course, but not several at once. If this was handed properly it would be an all-out brawl of heroic spirits, and the only thing he had faith in that it won't come to that was these heroes' dignity.
One thing he was sure Saber and Lancer fighting below had in spades, but who knows of the rest. Though the one he really worried for was Gilgamesh, the archer of this war. Oh, he was not worried about defeating Gilgamesh as long as he prepared properly. He could take on Gilgamesh if he so wished, but with multiple servants in one place in combination of his mood swings this could get really ugly.
But if there was one thing that certain about Gilgamesh, he won't attack anyone without announcing his presence. His pride won't allow him, though chivalry was beyond him Archer fought like a knight in certain sense.
Speaking of knights…
The battle between Lancer and Saber was proceeding with extraordinary intensity. They who clad in armor, in single combat battling with all the strength in their bodies amid the light reflecting off sword and spear and the shadow of swinging blades leaving afterimage human eyes couldn't follow.
The amount of escaping prana and the intense heat were what made this fight beyond comprehension of norma human though. Clash of steels became center of small scale tornado, wind howling mercilessly to their ears. Their every steps crushed the ground and swings of their blade tear everything on their path to pieces.
Ruler really hated leaving Irisviel in the middle of two titan denying psychic law with their every movement. 'Master! Please get back a little! You're too close with them for my comfort!' Even Ilya never got this close if she could help it when Berserker fought. It seemed Ilya surpassed her mother when it comes to battle hardened mindset. Irisviel was rooted on her spot from awe and only after Ruler's warning she minded her distance some more.
The servant of balance clicked his tongue, the first battle had just began but he could already spot multiple weak points in this strategy. Saber should be overjoyed, because if they survived this he was going to give Kiritsugu hell for this! So Ruler moved closer, as close as he could be. If worse comes to worst he should at least grab Irisviel out of this chaos.
Then he became close enough to get a better look on Lancer, or to be specific his spears. Of all lancers on the throne that could be summoned… why this one? He'd even pick Cu Chulain over this one, the guy could spell a lot of trouble for him.
'Master… Lancer's identity is Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.' He informed his master through their link, 'Warn Saber to not let her blade to touch the red spear Gae Dearg, it has properties to nullify magic! And the gold one, Gae Buidhe has a curse of mortality.'
At the same time, Saber was experiencing a similar feeling as Ruler but for different reason. Lancer was strong, and it was no doubt he was skilled with his spears. Skill wise Saber had confidence he could match the spear user's skill. The problem was discerning Lancer's true weapon. Saber had paid close attention to each of his attacks. She believed that if she can recognise the true lance, her chances of winning would be improved immensely.
Lancer was in the same boat, because Saber too was hiding her blade. With no way to see the length of her sword, the first blood went to Saber. Unable to judge distance one should take to dodge was a serious disadvantage. It seemed he had to reveal-
"Saber!" The female master of Saber called out, "Don't let his red lance touch your sword! It can nullify magic! And the shorter one is enchanted with curse of mortality!"
His eyes widened in shock as he jumped away, his trick had been given away. "How?"
With those clues it was easy for Saber to figure out the identity of her opponent. "Ah, I see… dual enchanted spears and face that bewitched women… it's an honor to fight the first warrior of the Knights of Fianna."
Lancer's true name had been revealed.
Back with Kiritsugu-Maiya Team
Finding Lancer's master was not an issue, he spotted the amateur in less than ten minutes. "Maiya, Lancer's Master is hiding on top of the warehouses, northeast to where Saber is. Can you see him?"
"… No. From my position, it's a blind spot."
If possible, Kiritsugu wanted to cooperate with Maiya to ensure the accuracy of the attack with a crossfire. It was not possible for Maiya but with just 100meters distance to Lancer's Master, Kiritsugu's skills would have taken his target's life with just one bullet. As long as he remains unaware of the presence of the sniper, no magus can defend himself from a bullet.
Setting up the bipod, Kiritsugu was about to aim when he spotted something that ruined his plan. Said factor was perching on top of the derrick crane. He resisted his urge to scowl as he contacted his assistant. "Maiya, up on the crane…"
"… Yes, affirmative here as well; it's just like what you thought."
As Heaven's Feel was a war involving heroic spirits it was unspoken rule of survival for masters to stay on the sidelines rather than to eagerly join in the battle. A clever Master would not step in even if other Servants jump into the fray, but would choose to keep on observing a fight. Picking on the aftermath of a conflict would also be quite a good idea. Even if one is not that fortunate, it would at least get one to know about the enemy's conditions.
Which was why Kiritsugu gave up the best position, knowing very well that he won't be alone observing the battle. He calculated another party observing the battle, but he didn't take into account that other party would be assassin. Completely covered by a pure black robe, a skull mask over his face. Though hard to believe, it is definitely Assassin, the one who was annihilated last night at the Tohsaka residence.
Kiritsugu never bought the assault by assassin that ended in complete defeat on his part that Maiya's familiar recorded, it was too easy and not how an assassin would do it. He was not entirely surprised by the reappearance of the supposedly-dead Assassin, it was a set-up in the end. Their biggest problem was that the one currently on top of the derrick crane is a Servant. If he sniped Kayneth Archibalt now, the Magus would be eliminated but Kiritsugu wasn't going to escape Assassin's attention. He would give his position away. Although Assassin was not a class with decisive combat strength, he was still a servant Kiritsugu couldn't beat.
He was definitely not going to get help from Saber, and the knight won't leave Irisviel when she was fighting Lancer. He could use a command seal but it would be a waste and leaving Irisviel vulnerable. Well, there was Ruler… but because of his role it was indispensable to put the servant of balance in unexpected situation.
"Maiya, you keep an eye on Assassin, I'll observe Lancer." That was the best course to take.
"Understood."
Kiritsugu sighed soundlessly as he lowered his weapon and continued observing the battle. Suddenly he was reminded of what Ruler told Saber when the servant convinced the knight why they should let Kiritsugu proceed with his plan. No plan survived first contact with enemies, or so he said.
…Iri's servant didn't jinx them, did he?
It seemed he really underestimated Vongola's famed Hyper Intuition, the extraordinary perception that allowed them to see through all. Whether or not Ruler foresaw this, it didn't matter in the end. If he had to pick between Ruler and Saber, he would pick the first simply because Ruler was not hindered by pride and chivalry like Saber.
And also if Ruler was in Saber's position, the white haired servant would do what Kiritsugu had in mind, showing restrain from showing his Noble Phantasm and escape immediately with Irisviel. Saber wouldn't do this, she was a haughty and proud Heroic Spirit after all.
Good if she could win this, at least he could see how capable she was. Or Ruler would bait them out of this somehow.
"… Let's see what you could do, our lovely King of Knights and unpredictable Child of Sky."
Back to Saber VS Lancer
Saber felt a little bad that his identity was exposed, especially since Saber herself didn't figure it out on her own. That Ruler… it seemed this fight got on his nerve or something. It surprised Saber the man had not come down to join the fight himself. Ruler was very protective of Irisviel after all. Saber supposed she had to let interference of this degree to slide. Especially since Ruler had saved her from being crippled by Lancer's red spear, and exposed identity by his golden spear.
Ruler knew Saber felt sympathetic somewhat for her fellow knight, he in the other hand felt nothing. This was the very reason why Vongola hated Holy Grail War with passion, because history of these wars was vague and survivors usually won't talk about it. He didn't know this kind Lancer was here and a natural enemy of his power was a very unpleasant surprise.
It was for the best if he was eliminated as soon as possible although…
Seeing Saber was on a much better shape fighting Lancer now, albeit very cautiously perhaps he didn't have to be concerned so much about Lancer for now. The knight of Fianna had released the bindings from his spears, with the element of surprise gone there was no point hiding. He charged at Saber with speed befitting his class, as the fastest servant.
His golden spear blocked Saber's strike, while his Gae Dearg strike to pierce Saber's armor. It was just a scratch and thankfully non-lethal and healable. Saber stayed on the defensive, diverting the spears thrusts and blowing them back, away from her whenever they got too close. Saber suddenly didn't feel so bad about Lancer's exposed identity because it was proved to be some sort of boon for him, because now her pattern of attack became more predictable. Her blade would avoid his left side while she would stay away from his right.
In another clash, it became inevitable that his Gae Dearg struck her sword at last. Revealing the golden blade so famous, all heroes would recognize her identity at one glance. Saber jumped back, disengaging from the confrontation.
Lancer smirked as he brought himself back into a ready position. "That golden light…no hero wouldn't recognize that blade. It is an honor to face against the King of Knights." He returned Saber's words back to her.
From his spot, Ruler face-palmed. Sometimes he wondered why the knights got involved in Holy Grail War at all if the need for hiding their true identity was a vital factor. Obviously these two were pretty happy about the exposed identity. Now their fight was honorable with both knowing each other's name, befitting their status. Seriously these guys, why joining a 'secret' war at all?
Then Lancer's master voiced his impatience for all to hear, "Cease playing around, Lancer… finish Saber at once!" Just from that one line Ruler could already guess Lancer had the misfortune to be contracted to a pompous ass noble from Clock Tower.
The guy should be an easy target for Kiritsugu, the Magus Killer. So why the guy was still alive then? Ruler inhaled deeply and stretched his senses, frowning when he sensed Kiritsugu in perfect position to snipe Lancer's master but in the same time not far from him, on the crane was another servant. It seemed while Kiritsugu expected he won't be alone observing the battle, he didn't expect a servant would be so close or he would also get his back exposed in this scenario.
Gee… their plan backfired spectacularly.
Suddenly he was struck by a wonderful idea, or rather he was just recalling his cousin's most profound wisdom.
As a Vongola when life gives you chaos, just rolled with it and the world will bend on your whim…
It was a crazy idea, but he was used to crazy. Not to mention he was not feeling charitable towards his adopted father tonight, so Shirou had no remorse giving the man a heart attack. He had always been a well-behaved child when he was young to Kiritsugu, too good… Now, if the chaos escalated some more, it would be perfect!
Then the world agreed for more chaos to be blessed upon him, or rather it was just Rider happened.
Few minutes ago, with Rider and Waver
Rider stamped his heel on the steel frame he was standing on with a bang. For Waver, whose quivering self was clinging to the frame, the tremor shook him to his very bones, and another shriek rose from his throat. "Alright! I am going down there!"
"Why?!" Waver squeaked, forgetting that was exactly what he begged his servant to do for the last few hours. "Didn't you want to strike when they have all become exhausted from fighting each other?"
"...I think you have misunderstood something, boy." Rider glanced at his master, before palming his forehead at the pathetic display of clinging to steel arch. "I did hope that other Servants would take up Lancer's bait. Isn't it obvious? Rather than picking them out one by one, it's far better to get them all together and have a great battle royale!" His voice boomed, a grin on his face at the prospect.
Waver stuttered, his brain came to a screeching halt. "Get them all together... a great battle royale?"
"Yes. It's such a rare opportunity to cross blades with the greatest heroes across all ages. If all six of them are here in completion, I won't let any one of them get away." Rider was growling but the quirk on his lips was unmistaken, he was truly happy with the whole ordeal. "Now then, Saber and Lancer. They both have the flaming spirit of true warriors. I admire them; it would be a pity to let them die like this."
"What else is there apart from killing them?! Isn't that the point of the Holy Grail Waaa-!" He
"Victory without ruin, domination without disgrace. That is true conquest!" Rider proclaimed, holding his chest upright; then he unsheathed the sword by his waist and call his chariot forth. "Observation is over. We will join the battle, boy."
Waver protested and argued heatedly with his servant but Rider wasn't going to change his mind. So the Rider said, "Than you can stay here."
"No! I am going with you to battle! You're going to do something stupid if I-"
He never finished because Rider felt surging rush of joy that apparently his master was not a coward, so he dragged Waver by his collar and set the boy beside him. "Now roll on, Gordius Wheel • Wheel of Heaven's Authority!"
Back to port turned battlefield
With thunderous tremor and howling wind as his background music, Rider rode his chariot and crashed right between Saber and Lancer.
BOOM!
Ruler was thankful he was in astral form because no one would see his gawking at wonderful mood-crashing Rider had done to epic and honorable battle between servant of sword and spear. He had been told by his cousin that he could just ask for chaos and the world would deliver it to him in silver platter, but he still didn't expect the impressive dynamite entry by Rider and his bull chariot.
Alright, he was ready for another surprise if the world was preparing another.
Saber and Lancer both tensed, eyeing the chariot blocking their path warily. The dazzling light that ceased as the chariot landed revealed the figure of a muscular man, standing commandingly at the helm of the chariot.
"Both of you, put down your arms. A king comes!" The newcomer declared, throwing his arms to the air in grand gesture. Both heroic spirits were wary since they did not understand the reason behind the interruption. "My name is Alexander, King of Conquerors. I am participating in this Holy Grail War and received the class of Rider."
Ruler hugged his aching sides. He didn't miss the way Rider looked at both Saber and Lancer, as if to make sure that they're watching him. Then without an inch of shame the king visibly straightened up just that little bit and preened like a proud peacock displaying his plumage. 'LOOK AT ME!' His look said, the guy was comedy gold!
The man had just revealed his true name for all to hear. The most displeased by this was of course was Waver, who sat beside Rider. "What – the bloody hell do you think you're doing, stupid moroooooooon?" Shrieked his young master who was once again got a merciless finger flick for his trouble.
The poor boy getting dragged around, so this was the famous lecturer of Clock Tower in his youth, Waver Velvet, the second Lord El-Melloi? Ruler sighed, another person he had to make sure would survive this war.
"You slaughter each other to obtain the Grail... I want to ask you something before you engage…" Unseen servant of balance leaned in, wondering what the unpredictable king was going to bring to table next. "I don't know what expectations you have of the Grail. But now, consider for moment whether your wishes are even greater than the desire to possess all of earth and heaven."
No one liked their wish to be questioned, especially since Rider was implying his desire was greater than theirs. "You – what do you want to say?"
"Hum? I was quite clear." He cleared his throat, his voice softened. "I have descended upon the battlefield, so do you have any intention to pass the Holy Grail to me? If you forfeit your claims to the Grail, I would regard you as friends, and share with you the joy of conquering the world." He told them, smashing his fists together before once again spreading his arms wide as if he was waiting for them to leap at his offer.
Ruler had to admire Alexander, King of Conquerors. He was indeed an extraordinary Heroic Spirit, with ambition that matched his legend. While the other knightly servants were outraged by his demand, Ruler saw something else. The other servants were set that alliance was temporary at best, and they all had to fight to the last one standing, Rider was not set to that view. He also revealed his name, it was hard to tell whether this was a wise decision or a foolish move but in the first place like Saber he didn't have vital exploitable weakness from his legend. He had become a wild card everyone had to watch for, because with these moves he had ensured no one could predict his action.
'My… my… I did predict Old man's plan won't survive long, but Rider smashed it to bits wonderfully.'
"I admire your boldness in declaring your identity just then, yet... I found it hard to agree to your proposals." Lancer delivered a scornful sideway glance of the King of Conquerors; sparks almost flew from his eyes. "I will lift up the Grail and I have promised it for my new lord." Lancer told Rider. "I would not break my vow, even for a king such as yourself Rider!"
Lancer, so naïve like in his legend… dragged around by one's scheme to another and completely missing the point. Ruler shook his head in exasperation.
"...Did you stop my duel with Lancer just to declare all those nonsenses?" Saber was irritated beyond words by the laughable suggestion. "Your joke was overdone, King of Conquerors. This is unbearable humiliation to a knight!"
'Saber…' Ruler face-palmed, these knights shared the same wavelength when their honor was concerned. Seriously, that was not a knight you were arguing with, but a warlord and politician.
"... Are you offering terms to me? I am willing to discuss it." Rider put the tip of his thumb and index finger to emphasize.
"Enough!" Lancer and Saber simultaneously refused him.
Ruler grimaced at the familiar look on Saber's face, she was truly angry. This was no good, Saber and anger was a bad match! 'Master! Stop Saber… tell her to shut up!'
'Eh?! Tell Saber to…" There's no way she could tall Saber that! "Uhm, Saber… uhm-" Irisviel flailed.
Too late, "Besides..." Saber began indignantly. "I am also that lord that rules the kingdom of Britain. No matter what kind of a king one is, he can never bow before another lord!"
She didn't say her name out loud but with that little information anyone could guess, she was after all the famed folk hero of Britain. "Oh? The king of Britain?" Rider rubbed his chin, contemplating. "How surprising. The renowned King of Knights is actually a little girl."
Did he just fuel her anger even more? " – And would you like to try the blade of that little girl, King of Conquerors?"
Rider furrowed his brows and let out a long sigh. "What a shame, the negotiation has failed…"
When Rider looked down and mumbled to himself, his young master looked up at him with fury. "Ri, de, eeer..." He cried out to the sky.
At this point Emiya Shirou had turned away from the confrontation below, Saber throwing subtlety out of the window took away all the hilarity. Why couldn't she reign her temper?! Irisviel looked lost of what to do now, and quizzically watching Waver Velvet pounding Rider's breastplate with his weak fists like a child throwing tantrum. Lancer looked unsure if he should ignore Rider and continued his fight with Saber or something...
'Ruler… I am very confused now.'
Her golden eyed servant sighed, 'If you say the word, I will take you away… this is getting too crazy even for me.'
Then someone's haughty voice interrupted before Irisviel could reply. "Oh? It is you, of all people." The resentful voice slithered along the ground like vicious snake.
Obviously this was Lancer's master, and Ruler couldn't help but strained his ears at how 'hateful' this man sounded. "And I was wondering what you stole my Holy Relic for in your outrage – I didn't think you would actually have the guts to join the Heaven's Feel on your own, Waver Velvet."
"Ah... uh..." The poor boy stammered in shock, not expecting to have his former teacher as his
"What a pity. It's a shame, really. I actually wanted my poor beloved student to be happy. Waver, someone as mediocre as you only deserves to possess the calm and stable life of commoners." The man was tearing his former student apart with his words. "Well, I can't help it, Waver Velvet... Let me give you some extra tutorials. The true meaning of the slaughter between magi – I will pass the terror and the pain of the kill onto you without any reservation. You should be proud."
Ruler couldn't believe this war had been the 'real' Holy Grail War with masters who had proper preparation for sixty years, and carefully chosen hero. The masters might be more experienced and mature Magus, but never he'd imagine this would be so much argument because of slighted pride. This man threatened his student, a naïve boy who didn't know what he had gotten himself into with death.
The boy was a Magus, he knew they walked with death but that was just a theory that was usually comprehended through books was keenly felt by them. Reality taught them a much better lesson than the book, the sheer terror of death told them the true weight of their mortality. The boy was trembling, shivering in fear.
The servant of balance didn't miss the look on Lancer's face, he had been a loyal servant so far and his master showed not only cowardice but contempt in this battle. Threatening a child and insulted Lancer with implying Rider was the superior servant he preferred. It was amazing really, Lancer's master offended not just one but three servants with his remark, four if he counted himself.
"Well then! Lancer… kill the boy, and show him the error of opposing me." Lancer looked like he had been slapped, eyes wide in horror that a knight like him had been ordered to kill a child on his master's whim. The child might be Rider's master, but Kayneth ordered the kill not with the Holy Grail War in mind.
Saber shared Lancer's sentiment, not only he- an adult and teacher- wanted his student dead for a naïve folly, he asked Lancer to kill a child just to satisfy his ego?!
Rider didn't let the threat slide, and held his master steady by his shoulder. "Oi, magus. If I understand correctly, you were supposed to be my Master instead of that kid, apparently." There was no mistaking disgust in Rider's voice at the prospect. "That thought is beyond ridiculous. The man that deserves to be my Master should be a warrior that rides with me into the battlefield, not a coward that doesn't even dare to show his face!"
Ruler smirked, feeling Lancer's master releasing his anger in waves. With his emotion this high, the golden eyed servant could pick Kayneth's location easily.
"Come on out! There must be others. Friends that are hiding in the darkness and spying on us!"
Wait, what?!
"– What are you doing, Rider?" Saber inquired, inwardly she was worried Rider had found out about Ruler.
The king of Macedonia gave the servant of sword a thumbs-up, "Saber and Lancer, your frontal battle is most excellent and fine. The clear sound made from the clashing of sword and spear would perhaps attract more than one Heroic Spirit, don't you agree?"
Irisviel was trembling at the thought that Kiritsugu might have been discovered in his unknown hiding place, or it was Ruler that Rider had found. Rider wanted to deliver the deafening sound to every corner of the battlefield, and was about bellowed once again when someone appeared in burst of golden flame on the top of container on their left.
The homunculus covered her mouth in shock, the servant of balance had decided to show himself. Rider stayed calm while Lancer readied his stance in expectation as the flame cleared away. Saber held her tongue, while inwardly wondering what the guy had in mind.
The dark skinned servant still had his hood on, shadowing the upper half of his face. His black armor as if sucking in light, and his steel tipped boots clinked against the concrete ground. "Good night to you all." He greeted them cordially with slight bow, "Saber, Lancer, Rider… and their masters."
Rider whistled, "Hoou~ a polite one we have here."
Ruler didn't even look at Irisviel, and sent a mental message. 'Master, please rest assured… and pretend you and Saber didn't know me.'
Saber didn't need to be told, the greeting from Ruler told her as much that their alliance had to be hidden. 'What is he up to now?'
"Who are you?" Lancer asked, eyes never leaving the newcomer.
The red clad servant fought his urge to smirk, he had an image he had to uphold to make this work and he was not going to fail subtlety like Saber. "Servant Ruler." He introduced himself in clear and firm voice. "The servant of balance in your service…"
Thankfully Saber was standing slightly behind Rider and Lancer from his angle, so none of them saw her contemplative face that didn't match the surprised expression on the other two. Rider was the first who broke the reigning silence after his introduction. "Ruler, you said… that's not included in seven classes on the knowledge Holy Grail imparted to us." He pointed out. "Beside, if there's anyone who deserves a class with label 'Ruler' it would be me!"
Back with Kiritsugu and Maya
Kiritsugu's response to Iskandar's attempt at political campaign was… "That fool managed to conquer the world?" Then Irisviel's servant for reason unknown revealed his presence.
Which confused Kiritsugu because unlike Saber, Ruler won't give in to that kind of provocation for his pride. Especially with how Ruler acted, the servant was planning something.
"...Well, I can't complaint." Ruler was pretty blatant at implying that he would make his own plan the moment Kiritsugu's plan failed.
Meanwhile with Tohsaka-Kotomine team
Like Kiritsugu and Maiya, the secretly-observing Kirei also saw all of Rider's actions and heard his senseless words through Assassin's eyes and ears. Kirei relayed everything he had seen and heard to Tohsaka Tokiomi through the jewel communicator beside him.
"... This is bad." They thought in unison, because the last line Rider spoke would surely provoke their King of Heroes.
Back to the battlefield
Shirou sighed as he felt the familiar presence of demi-God king approached at rapid pace to their position. So much for trying to prevent Rider from provoking all servants in hiding to come out. Apparently it was inevitable for the golden armored Archer to be invited to this mess.
A golden light immediately arrived much to his exasperation, as it faltered out the fifth servant made an appearance. Shirou had to bit his lower lip when Gilgamesh purposely chose to materialize atop a street pole, just because it was higher than the spot he was standing on obviously.
"This guy is..." Everyone seemed to recognize Gilgamesh, albeit as the servant who killed Assassin in a blink of an eye.
"I didn't expect there would be so many fools in one night to have the insolence of calling themselves "kings" and ignore me."
Oh, boy… he was offended and greatly so.
Obviously, Rider was pretty confused by the offended look Archer shot him. He was stroking his chin with a bewildered expresion as contemplating Archer's words. "You are mistaken... I, Alexander, am the one who is well known throughout the world as the King of Conquerors."
"Fool. The only hero in Heaven and Earth who is a real king is me. The rest are a collection of mongrels."
Ruler had to admire Rider's tolerance as he just sighed at blatant denial of his kingship, Saber in the other hand… she had lost all color from her face. Thankfully all eyes were on Gilgamesh so no one noticed the look he shot at Saber. The king of knight locked eyes with him and quickly schooled her expression.
"If you want to say that much, could you first announce yourself? If you are such a king, you couldn't be ashamed of your fame?" Rider tried to point out the reasonable action to do when one was questioned, or it was just his shameless attempt to dig information.
"Are you questioning me? A lowly mongrel questioning a king like me?" Ruler couldn't decide if this was Archer smartly hiding his identity or… on second thought, Archer was just taking Rider's demand as an incorrigible disrespect in his point of view. "I grant you the honor of my presence yet you can't recognize me; such ignorance isn't even worth living." And true to his threat, the gate of Babylon started to distort space around him. Two portals opened, revealing a sword and a spear.
While the other servants were busy preparing to dodge, or analyzing Archer's weapons, Ruler took a deep breath and told himself to summon all his acting skill to make this work. "It's no one's intention to disrespect you… King of Heroes." He said in even tone.
Both Saber and Lancer's eyes grew wide, Rider made a big grin with as he eyed Ruler and Archer consideringly. The mention of his title halted Archer from attacking. "Hoou… it seems there's one peasant that's not so ignorant after all. Though your claim that your class is that of a 'Ruler' is simply insulting."
Ruler turned towards him, wondering why the class of this position had to be named 'Ruler' instead of like 'referee' which should be more apt. "Well, allow me to clear this misunderstanding…"
"Misunderstanding you said?"
The servant of balance inclined his head, "Yes… Gilgamesh, demigod king of Uruk… the son of King Lugalbanda and the goddess Rimat-Ninsun." He listed on, rolling his eyes under his hood and visor. He was sure Kiritsugu had a heart attack now with the blatant reveal of Archer's real identity.
Never he imagined he would have to appease Gilgamesh instead of well… annoying the hell out of him. Gilgamesh was smirking now, "Very well, I shall allow you to explain!"
Assured that Gilgamesh was not going to attack him when he turned around, Ruler cleared his throat. "Thank you, even though my class is Ruler it's doesn't mean I am anyone such as kings who lead a kingdom during their life. My class merely means the Standard-Bearer who correctly guides the Holy Grail War…"
"A referee so to speak?" Lancer murmured.
"Bu-but…" Waver stammered, "There are mediators from the church already."
He shook his head, "Not exactly… I was brought forth for the purpose of presiding over Holy Grail Wars. In which the Grail itself utilizes its own logic to sense a need for Ruler servant, regardless of other mediators like those from the Church. My role is to protect the concept of the Holy Grail War itself."
"Hoo…" Rider was rubbing his chin again. "Then-"
Ruler didn't let him finish, "This Ruler takes neither side of the battle, but only acts in the interest of the Grail…" Rider rolled his eyes, sighing at the response. "In which said interest also involves ensuring the participants the Grail had chosen are indeed worthy of Holy Grail."
Archer narrowed his eyes, "You who know who I am dare to doubt my worth?!"
"Oh, but it's not yours that I doubt… King of Uruk." A man the grail couldn't corrupt was certainly worthy in a sense, and that Ruler couldn't deny regardless of his opinion of Gilgamesh. "I have been watching the battle and hearing the words you exchanged, at least amongst the heroic spirits gathered here so far I don't see a reason to not approve. Your masters however are different matters…"
Lancer flinched, and Waver tried to hide behind Rider's chariot.
Ruler turned to Waver who had been pulled up again by Rider, "There's a child master here who seems to enter this war with no clue what he signed up for, however it's commendable he has courage to join you in battle, King Iskandar…"
Rider beamed, "I hope he is going to get better soon! Well, he is quite pathetic now but he is not a bad master."
Ruler nodded, "Then there's… master of Lancer, while personally I dislike a Master hiding in the dark while their servants fight. The grail sees no problem with master watching over their own safety. However, your worth is questionable when you threaten your former student with death for the sake of your pride." Ruler bellowed.
"What?! How dare-"
The servant of balance interrupted, "If you order your servant to eliminate him as an opponent in this war, it would be no concern to Holy Grail. A battle worthy of this war shouldn't base on mere petty grudge of an adult over a child's folly. You also order your servant, a knight to take a child's life… instead of doing it yourself."
Saber gaped at Ruler, 'Who is this man? Ruler act nothing like his usual self!'
Irisviel in the other hand was inwardly cheering for her servant. 'My servant is such a good actor! Kiritsugu would be proud!'
Lancer gritted his teeth, "Enough Ruler, I can't allow you to question my master's worth. I swear upon my honor that I will present him the grail, and that's with or without your permission!"
Ruler smiled genially at him, catching the Irish lancer off guard. "Oh, but it matters... first knight of Fianna. Are you all aware that in previous three Holy Grail Wars the winner is undecided? That the Holy Grail couldn't find anyone worthy?"
That stopped everyone on their track, even Gilgamesh was leaning forward in interest. "Hoo… it seems the grail is quite a treasure then."
"Correct." Inwardly he was wincing that he agreed with Gilgamesh of all people. "That's the reason of my summoning, the Holy Grail itself is my Master… I am here to ensure there's a winner this time."
"The Holy Grail is your master." Saber echoed.
"Yes, King of Knights... indeed the Grail is my master."
Irisviel covered her mouth, 'Wow… that's not exactly wrong since I am the lesser grail.'
Now to earn his academy award… Ruler spread his arms in grand gesture, "You heard my words, o' masters and servants. From now on the battle is not simply defeating the opponent before you, but also proving you're the worthiest of Holy Grail."
Silence reigned after his declaration, before he broke it again.
"So please tread carefully…" He dropped the threat almost casually, mixing his flame property with his words. A trick taught to the Skies that made their spoken words influence those who heard them. It was far from mind control, but his world become a rule that unconsciously acknowledged as something they should abide to. They could break the rule on their own free will of course, but they would be less inclined to do so. It was no magic, so magic resistance meant nothing.
He saw they became still for a moment, whether his power took hold or not meant little in the end. Lancer was the first who voice a question, and Ruler was sure he was relaying the question from his master.
"I heard you loud and clear, Ruler…" The Lancer intoned, "But you're also a servant, why should we believe you? Surely you're here with your own wish!" He pointed his spear at the servant of balance.
Rider hummed, "Lancer have a point, Ruler." Then he added, "And forgive me, but you're but one servant… so I also have doubt how you could preside the war without solid authority."
He expected that question coming, and smiled his most charming one. "I understand you're concerned if I have my own agenda, but you see…" He channeled his prana, and fourteen command seals that located between his nape and chest lit up. "To ensure the war progressing accordingly, Ruler class servant is given is the highest privilege to possess two Command Spells for each Servants that participated in the Holy Grail War."
Their faces changed at the revelation, "You!" Gilgamesh obviously livid that there were extra two command seals for him on the body of another servant no less. "You dare…"
"I revealed this as a good will and sign of trust." He said evenly, "And before anyone have any idea… unlike Master's command seal, mine couldn't be taken away." He willed his prana away. "And as you can see, surely the Holy Grail that desire only the worthiest pair to earn it wouldn't give this privilege just to anyone."
There would be no way if that was the case, Ruler could just order them to kill themselves. Saber who had known all this swallowed, she was curious herself why Ruler was given such privilege unless…
Archer narrowed his eyes, "I see…"
Rider whistled, "I suppose if that's the case you can be trusted with those command seals."
"Wha-why?" Waver stammered.
The king of Macedonia groaned, why his master was so slow?! "Ruler is saying that… requirement of a heroic spirit to be chosen for his class is possessing no desire for the Holy Grail." Thus, ensuring his impartiality.
Saber looked at Ruler in wonder, 'He has no wish for the grail?'
"And perhaps the Holy Grail assess his personality too… he has quite a character from what I see." Rider added thoughtfully, before glancing at Lancer. "Perhaps if Lancer's master… say, use a command seal to force Lancer to attack my Master. Ruler is given privilege to cancel it."
Ruler just smiled at them benignly in return, "Only if the Holy Grail itself wills it, but yes… such scenario is possible." He answered vaguely. "Is there any other question you'd like to ask?"
With Tokiomi and Kirei
"An unexpected factor…" He murmured softly, "But not unwelcomed if servant Ruler ensures unbecoming master such as Emiya Kiritsugu and Kariya to behave."
Kirei who was on the other side of the city watching through Assassin's eyes pondered, 'Servant Ruler… perhaps he can tell me why I was chosen.' He inhaled softly. "Are you sure this new servant won't hinder us?"
"Well, he calms our King of Heroes down with few carefully chosen words." Tokiomi pointed out. "A peacemaker to make some semblance of order in this war so to speak."
Kiritsugu and Maiya
"—That's quite an elaborate scenario Ruler concocted." Maiya commented. "The other master would let their guard down and become restrained to follow unspoken rule." A set of rules they would make on their own head no less, following the image of 'winner' that deserve the Holy Grail of this war.
Kiritsugu in the other hand had just get over his shock, not only Ruler so casually revealed Archer's identity -levelling the playing field like Kiritsugu suggested on whim before- but his wife's servant spun a believable background of his summoning with twisting some truth here and there. Kiritsugu couldn't decide this was brilliantly crazy or crazily brilliant.
Still… Ruler now established himself as highly dangerous manipulator now in Kiritsugu's mind. Because the servant had given himself a dangerous card 'will of Holy Grail' that allowed him so much leeway, especially for the Masters. He destroyed the already established playing field to something else, and now it was not enough just to win by brute force and violence.
He had introduced a semblance of order in a war.
Back with Ruler and the servants…
"Well then…" He took their silence as a no, and couldn't help but feel highly amused that of all individuals present the one most happy with his involvement was Lancer if that relieved look was anything to go by. The poor guy… "If there's nothing else, please resume your battle and I shall obser-"
He never finished his sentence, as a vicious black blur lunged straight at Gilgamesh-whose attention was on Ruler- of all heroes present. "
""Raaaaaar!" !" His battle yell were completely incoherent and sound more like a roar.
"MONGREEEELL!"
Rider, Lancer and Saber stared wide-eyedly at direction Archer and Berserker disappeared to. Ruler just shrugged, "Ah, it seems we have noteworthy Berserker servant too in war. At least he waits for me to finish my explanation." Ruler made a show to nod sagely.
On the rooftop at last Kiritsugu gave in to the impulse to groan and slam his forehead -as silently as possible- to nearest hard surface. "Vongola and their damned need to sow chaos."
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In case you didn't realize Shirou just decided to reveal EVERYONE's name... Why? It works! Though Berserker is berserker...