Maglad: Thank you for your appreciation, for the Servant invoked by Shirou, the answer in this chapter.
Summoning
Otomo Castle, Otomo Shogunate.
The room was typically Japanese, entirely made of wood, with a waxed floor and oak posts supporting a paneled ceiling. Silk sliding doors decorated with paintings of kimono ladies and cherry blossoms (Fusuma) closed the openings.
On a stage, Shogun Otomo Tientsin was sitting on a cushion. He was dressed in a beautiful purple kimono adorned with gold cranes... reproducing the Mon (the cot-of-arms) of the Otomo Shogunate. He fanned himself with a metal fan.
In front of him, seated in seiza in front of the stage, two rows of samurai listened to the report of the beautiful Nadeshiko, coiffed in a complicated bun held in place by mother-of-pearl combs. She was dressed in a red furisode with a yellow fan pattern, under a blue and black kimono that she wore on her shoulders like some sort of cloak, the long sleeves hanging from her back.
However...
The scene only looked like traditional Japan.
Kneeling in front of a complex assembly of metal and plastic where diodes shone and where screens showed texts in Japanese and graphics, one of the shogun's advisors stood ready to advise his lord. Half of his skull was replaced by metal and plastic and was wired to the computers behind him.
The samurai has also cybernetics.
In fact, even the "wood" walls were actually made of composite materials that looked like wood, but bounded at the molecular level and was... a hundred times stronger than steel. As for the guards in traditional armor on duty at the gates, they were armed with laser rifles.
Lady Nadeshiko finished explaining the situation in the New Empire before turning off the holographic projector.
She bowed deeply before her lord.
"Tientsin-sama, I would conclude by saying: If the rumors that have reached us are true then... We've been in a tight pot. And if my lord will allow me to give my personal opinion, I believe that these rumors are true and that the king of the Onis has entered into an alliance with us only to open a door to hell. We made a pact with the devil... literally! We can be glad he didn't come to claim our souls as payment."
The samurai, especially Gonza, approved with a nod what Nadeshiko had just said. From the beginning, they were against the alliance with the Onis. They were an enemy - the enemy of the Japanese-. The samurai had fought them all their lives. Their fathers, grandfathers, and all their ancestors since the opening of the Rifts had fought the Onis.
The Shogun Tientsin a monumental pile of fat with little pig eyes and flabby cheeks fluttered softly on his cushion. He answered in a falsetto voice that made him lose all semblance of dignity as a monarch.
"Even if these rumors are true... as you say Nadeshiko-dono... Iriku Ō has been defeated, he is on the run, the gate has been destroyed and the Onis are now deprived of a leader, divided and busy fighting among themselves. They are neutralized and therefore no longer pose any threat. That means that my plan worked perfectly. The New Empire has been plunged into a brief but bloody civil war, and our mercenaries continue to attack their northern borders. These traditionalist morons are too busy to care about our actions. I am wrong, Nadeshiko-dono?"
The beautiful woman bowed deeply.
"As you say, Tientsin-sama. The Onis and the New Empire are no longer a danger to us... at least in the immediate future."
But Nadeshiko bit her lip, trying to silence her bad mood. She had warned the warlord of the possible betrayal of Iriku Ō and the potentially deadly consequences of this 'alliance' with the Onis. Tientsin had not listened to anything. The fact that things had turned to their advantage was a mere coincidence... The decisions taken by the Shogun had proved as dangerous as she had feared, and instead of taking this into account, Otomo Tientsin-sama decided... to continue his mad scheme. The director of H-Brand was used to betting a lot hoping to win more... after all, a weapons manufacturer had to take risks in the world of Rifts. But the Shogun Tientsin put in the balance everything that had been built over the last two centuries by the Otomo Shogunate, the New Empire, and even the Republic of Japan in exchange... in exchange for what, exactly? Take first place? Take revenge for more or less imaginary wrongs?
It was terrifying...
But Lady Nadeshiko was the shogun's faithful servant. She would obey... but this did not prevent her from preparing for the worst.
Shogun Tientsin spoke again.
"Now we have to neutralize the Republic. Tell me about this... How did Fei Fong Li call it again? A strange name...The Chalice War?"
Lady Nadeshiko bowed.
"Grail War, Tientsin-sama, Fei Fong Li spoke of a Grail War. The conflict will only begin when the 7 Servants - heroes of another world- have been summoned."
"And now, how many Servants were invoked?"
"Two, for now, Tientsin-sama."
Kyushu Island, Japan, unclaimed area, southwest of Fuyuki
The Ley Line looked like a river of blue light crossing the mountain, a bit like a railway line, passing over obstacles without deviating. This blue line appeared in the coastal plain to the south of the island and continued to Fuyuki where it crossed another Ley Line which was born in the lake of Ryuudou, before continuing through the inland sea of Japan crossing Hiroshima before disappearing in the mountains.
This Ley Line helped to feed the hunger for mana of the Fuyuki Grail.
Each Ley Line could be considered a separate case. Some Ley Lines were as accurate as clocks, erupting at precise intervals, triggering frightful storms, or opening onto other worlds. Others, on the contrary, were completely erratic.
The Kyushu-Fuyuki-Hiroshima Ley Line was part of the calm and cyclical Ley Line... unlike the Ryuudou-Devil's Sea Ley Line that crossed Fuuyuki.
Also, the greenish flashes that suddenly appeared were a surprising phenomenon...
It was absolutely not usual... in fact; it was an artificial phenomenon, created by magic.
The Ley Line began to swell, amassing a fantastic amount of mana. This one, perfectly visible even to ordinary eyes, formed a bubble of blue light that swelled, gradually stretching into a sort of iris more than a hundred meters high.
And this iris opened, spreading away... and beyond appeared a strange landscape, an immense cave where a bronze city had been built. A strange and evil underground Venice where buildings like Chinese vases of the Shang dynasty emerged from the water as black as death.
And...
An object came out of the Rift, flying towards the sky so fast that a possible witness would have seen only a blurred form!
It was a flying apparatus resembling the crossing between a manta ray and a modern fighter aircraft. The front was glazed, and a Magus was in control of this strange techno-magical creation.
The fast reconnaissance aircraft signaled the absence of any opposition.
A new eruption of energy and green lightning preceded the crossing of a vehicle much larger than the modest scout. Like the latter, it looked like a manta ray... but the back of the aircraft was a huge platform able to accommodate a hundred people standing and surrounded by a balustrade decorated with several Starfire magical cannons.
At the back, two corbelled stairs led to a smaller platform with... a throne!
The gigantic flying platform was escorted by several smaller vehicles, strange compromises between ATVs with huge wheels and tanks with two turrets and a missile launcher. With the vehicles came a baroque army of monsters, some flew, crawled, or walked on mechanical legs... these atrocities were Daemonix, a primitive race of sub-daemons, which Tolkeen's techno-mage 'improved' with techno-wizard implants.
It was a small army - a hundred Magi plus the creatures they could summon- that had just arrived near Fuyuki.
It was mainly the escort of the third Master designated by the Grail, Lord Alistair Dunscon.
Lord Dunscon was surrounded by his demon servants - bodyguards, counselors, and personal friends- sitting on a golden dragon-shaped throne. He held in his hand a jade stick that looked like two snakes entwined. He was wearing a golden mail vest and a red cape with a high collar. The man was... handsome... with the physique of a young man just out of adolescence and long black hair.
Those who met him for the first time were first seduced by his appearance, his gentle and persuasive voice, his eloquence, and his culture... until something in the conversation made Alistair Dunscon angry. Foaming with rage, spitting, incoherent, eyes repulsed, speaking only of "revenge" and "giving a lesson to those who had mocked him" or to "traitors" and "his father's murderers" Alistair Dunscon proved to be an incurable demented. But he was that kind of charismatic madman who managed to raise armies and conquer nations.
As for his apparent youth... he owed it to a pact with a demon. To keep his youthful appearance he had to regularly devour a human soul.
This monster, which had only the appearance of a man, rose from his throne, surrounded by his guards and sycophants, and went down a staircase leading to the main platform of his barge.
In his path, the slaves -malnourished men dressed only in loincloths, the bodies covered with esoteric tattoos- prostrated in terror. The Magi -silhouettes in dresses of various colors, numerous amulets and talismans hanging à their necks, the face often hidden by masks of various shapes- bowed slavishly before their lord... uncomfortable and fearful.
A small group of them had gathered around the invocation circle they had just drawn on the platform floor, using human blood and expensive alchemical reagents.
One of them, a man in a torn grey dress, wearing a strange mask resembling a human face of hieratic beauty and with a forehead adorned with two horns, turned to Alistair.
"Lord Dunscon, the preparatory work is done. You may begin the ritual of invocation."
The self-proclaimed master of the Federation of Magic reached out and a black opening appeared. A small statue of black obsidian fell into his palm. It was a cow-headed woman with the sun between her horns sitting on a throne. A plaque covered with Egyptian hieroglyphs appeared between her legs.
"This statue comes from the temple of Hathor in Denderath. It should be a link object enough to invoke a Heroic Spirit... and then I love Pharaonic Egypt very much."
The object chosen by Alistair Dunscon was certainly authentic, but the temple of Denderath dates back to the Ptolemaic period...it was even completed at the time of the Roman emperor Augustus. Born after the opening of the Rifts, Alistair had only a very rudimentary knowledge of ancient history and did not differentiate between the Lagids (Macedonians related to Alexander the Great) and Pharaonic Egypt... a much earlier time.
Lord Dunscon began the incantation.
"You will remain by my side, my destiny depends on your sword.
Impelled by the Holy Grail, if you grant my request, answer me.
May the oath take shape here, I am the embodiment of good in this eternal world."
The magic circle began to react, becoming luminous and split. This second circle - entirely made of red light- slowly rose.
"I am the hunter of evil in this eternal world.
You, the seven heavens that support the great trinity.
Appears in the constraints circle.
O Keeper of Balance".
A human silhouette made of bluish light emerged from the circle drawn on the platform, just below the circle of red light. The silhouette made of prana became denser... before taking on the appearance of a beautiful young woman with long dark green hair and large oval eyes of a much lighter green. She was wearing a tunic and black and grey leather pants, very fashionable. On her belt hung several metal rings that clicked when she took a few steps out of the circle.
"I ask you," she said in a haughty voice, "Are you the one who summoned me?"
Alistair smiled, raising his hand adorned with three Command Marks.
"Yes, I am your Master."
She had an ironic smile.
"My Master? Yes, perhaps... But for now, I recognize only as my summoner. That mark on your hand gives you the right to give orders to a queen, but no one has ever subjected me... I would prefer death to submission. I choose a master, I do not accept in any way that one is imposed on me!"
"Oh... so you're a queen."
"Sure, and I wouldn't be treated any differently!"
"And you are..." insisted Alistair.
"Servant Assassin!"
"I was asking for your True Name!"
"Perhaps then you should introduce yourself first, isn't that the basic rule of courtesy?"
Surprisingly, the behavior of his new Servant amused Alistair. He bowed very low.
"My apologies, O noble Queen of Egypt. I'm Lord Dunscon, the head of the Magic Federation, the largest magical organization in North America. I too am a king, and I have my own kingdom."
"I see... fine, then I'll answer you."
Assassin placed her hand on her chest and stood up proudly, looking Alistair in the eyes.
"I am Cleopatra, the seventh of this name in the house of the Ptolemy; Queen of the Two Egypt, Thea Philopator, The Goddess Who Loves her Father, Thea Neotera, the Young Goddess, daughter of Ptolemy Neos Dionysos, New Dionysus."
"I am the mother of Ptolemy Caesar, Alexander Helios, Cleopatra Selene, and Ptolemy Philadelph.
I was the wife of Caius Julius Caesar and Marcus Antonius."
"Daughter of Isis and sister of Aphrodite, the one who preferred the kiss of a snake to the slavery under the yoke of an emperor. The Last Pharaoh... even if it's not my fault."
Ruin of the Einzbern Castle, Einzbern Forest, Fuyuki
The huge ballroom at the bottom of the steps of the grand staircase was a field of ruins. The windows were broken, and the columns were lying on the ground. The fight between Berserker and Gilgamesh, and then between Archer and Shirou had taken place in this room, which largely explained his condition. But above all, before he died, Lancer had used his runes to start a fire that had finished destroying the castle.
Emiya Shirou walked among the rubble, her head filled with dark ideas and memories that were even more so. This place made him melancholic.
Just before entering, he had laid some flowers on the tomb of Illya, surprised that the soldiers of the Republic had left it intact even after transforming the Einzbern Forest into an entrenched camp.
Around him, Archer, Saber, Rider, but also Sakura, and Rin were digging the ruins in search of...
Archer's voice was ringing.
"It is here."
The Servant of the Bow raised a stone column with one hand, placed it next to him, and knelt before lifting a horrible weapon over his head... Berserker's Axe-Sword.
Shirou swallowed. He remembered too well the clash between Saber and the monstrous Berserker-class Servant summoned by Illyasviel von Einzbern.
Saber must have had the same thought because she turned to him to smile uncomfortably.
The redhead replied with an encouraging nod before speaking to Rin.
"I still say it's a very bad idea!"
Rin seemed surprised.
"I don't see why that wouldn't work. The Einzbern's Master used this piece of stone, carved from a pillar of a temple dedicated to summon Heracles as a Servant. If it worked for her, it should work for us."
"But... Berserker..."
Rin taped on Shirou's shoulder, interrupting him with a smile too dazzling to be entirely natural.
"But.. Absolutely nothing! You are not going to invoke Heracles as a Berserker-class Servant... I already explained all of this to you. The invocation of a Berserker is not as random as the other Class invocation. You have to use a different ritual, a modified circle, and additional lines in the invocation. Everything's going to be okay, we...
"No, I will summon him and if all goes wrong I will pay the bill," interrupted Shirou, in a very bad mood.
Rin receded, surprised by his vehemence, but quickly started smiling again.
"Shirou is grumpy today. Did you fall out the wrong side of the bed this morning?"
Saber came closer.
"Rin, this place brings back a lot of bad memories to Shirou."
The medieval king turned to her former master. He sighed.
"Illya was killed in that room, and you almost got raped in that castle. Not to mention the fight between Archer and me..."
The knight dressed in red raised his arms to the sky in a gesture of feigned despair.
"Of course, it's my fault again! How unusual it is... "
But the (common) reaction of Rider and Sakura was more surprising.
"Raped?!"
Surprised to have spoken at the same time, the two women stopped. The buxom lady kept a neutral expression, but the Matou girl blushed and looked down.
Rin waved her hand in a gesture that was intended to be nonchalant.
"Yes, but the key word is 'almost' in fact nothing happened. Lancer intervened and saved me... Although two Servants in the room may have some reason to feel ashamed of what almost happened... right? One for leaving me tied to a chair and the other for sitting there watching Shirou and Archer fight eating popcorn and enjoying the show while her Master was in danger... "
Archer shuddered and took a step back, for once quite incapable of making a mockery of the reproaches that his Master addressed to him. As for Saber, she blushed and looked away while mechanically rubbing her arm, ashamed.
Seeing that everyone was uncomfortable and no longer knowing what to say, Rin crossed her arms on her chest feigning anger to hide her own embarrassment.
"Well, shall we summon the Servant, yes or no?"
"Here?" questioned Shirou, looking puzzled.
"Of course, this is where Heracles fought Gilgamesh. So our chances of succeeding in the invocation will be increased."
Saber looked at her Master, noting that she seemed a little hesitant.
"I thought you were sure the summons would work."
'Well, I'm starting to talk like Shirou because I'm contaminated by the prevailing pessimism! There you go, now you know everything!"
Before the Circle of Invocation and next to the Catalyst (Berserker's Axe-Sword), Shirou finished reciting the Invocation ritual. He felt a little ridiculous, having never needed an invocation to call Saber.
The magic circle split and the disk formed of energy rose higher than the redhead teen while an evanescent humanoid form appeared entirely made of blue prana...
Shirou was so focused on the ghostly apparition that he forgot to breathe.
Was he really going to summon Heracles?
Many factors come into play to determine the Servant who will become the sword of a Master. Besides, there are two separate rituals for invoking a Servant. In one case, the Servant is invoked only according to his compatibility with the Master. In the other version of the ritual, through the use of a Catalyst (also called Link Object) that belonged to a Hero, the Magus could summon a specific Hero... at the risk of not getting along with him.
But even using a Link Object, there was no absolute guarantee of getting the Servant that one wanted to invoke.
In this case, the Catalyst was linked to Heracles... but only Berserker-Cass Heracles. Now, the Berserker of the Sixth War of the Gail of Fuyuki had already been invoked... so the Grail sought another hero related to the Axe-Sword... Logically, the corrupted miracle-maker ritual should have chosen Heracles (Archer)... except that there was another Hero much more related to the Axe-Sword in the Heroic Throne. In addition, this Hero was also linked to Shirou and Einzbern Castle... especially to this room... because this Hero had died a few meters from the Circle of Invocation.
To everyone's surprise, the humanoid silhouette shrinks before it condenses and materializes... in the form of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl with red eyes and white hair held back by a headband in pink fabric. She was dressed in a white and pink outfit resembling a strange cross between an Inuit fur outfit and a Japanese kimono.
"Hello, Master, I'm the Servant Alter-Ego. My True Name is Sitonai."
But Shirou, Rin, Archer, and Saber all looked at her in amazement.
The redhead was the first to recover from the shock.
"Illya" he said in a blank voice, utterly astonished.
Sitonai blinked, looked around her... and recognized her Master and the ruins of her castle. It was her turn to be amazed. But it lasted only a moment... she jumped around Shirou's neck.
"Oniisan!"
Without consulting, Rin, Saber, and Sakura jumped forward to try to separate Illya... well, I mean Sitonai... from Shirou, because she was suffocating him in an excess of enthusiasm. As for Archer, he facepalmed and knocked his head back with a sigh.
"Why do I feel like somewhere someone is laughing very loudly because he played us a nasty trick?"
Fujimura Taiga was watching Illya... or Sitonai... gobbling up the food her 'big brother' was putting in front of her. The Fuyuki's Tiger stood up with her chopsticks in hand, as a general would have held up his sword to announce the charge. Behind her appeared a cartoon tiger with the classical Japanese representation of the rising sun in the background.
"Shirou, your big sister is very disappointed. I understand that you want to create a harem. It is the phantasm of all teenagers your age. But couldn't you have chosen her older?"
Shirou blushed and answered with indignation.
"Fuji-nee! Stop saying things that could be misinterpreted! I'm not building myself a harem."
"Oh?"
Taiga looked around and started counting.
"Sakura, Rider, Rin, Saber, and now Sitonai...five women for one man."
Rider and Saber did not react to Fujimura sensei's allegations... unlike the Matou Master -who blushed and looked down timidly- and the Tohsaka heir who also blushed... but under the effect of anger, brandishing his fist with a menacing air.
Shirou tried to defend himself.
"Uh... I'm not the only man in the house... Archer lives here too."
The red knight smiled ironically and spread his arms with a nonchalant gesture.
"Things must be really desperate for my 'stupid version' to call me for help!"
Taiga shook her head.
"But Archer is also Shirou... no? So it's Shirou and five women under the same roof. So I'm right!"
EMIYA smiles ironically...
"Ah, Fuji-nee has a point. How are you going to do, Shirou?"
The redhead answered casting daggers at his more mature version.
"That's your problem too, Emiya Shirou!"
"Ah, no... if I tried to build a harem, Rin would skin me alive with a plane and bury my bones without receiving the last sacraments in the septic tank."
Shirou smiles vaguely indecisive, rubbing his neck vigorously.
"Uh... Fun, very fun... I almost believe it..."
Rin looked at him and had a perfectly evil smile.
"Archer is right. That's exactly what I would do."
The redhead swallows and understands that it was not a joke.
Having finished her bowl, Sitonai put it on the table and turned to Taiga, a finger on her lips, looking pensive.
"Miss Fujilmura, my age is not a problem, I am a legal loli, because I was 19 at the time of my death. So I can join Oniisan's harem" she ended with a joyful tone.
While Shirou looked up to heaven to beg for divine mercy, whispering something about the fact that no one had asked him if he wanted a harem, Saber took the floor.
"19 and you're an Einzbern... what's your kinship with Irisviel?"
"That's my mother" replied Sitonai proudly.
The eyes of the Servant of the Sword widened as she remembered a scene seen on the day of her invocation in the Fourth Grail War... a little girl carried by her father who counted the buds.
"But then..." Saber turned to Shirou. "Illyasviel is... Kiritsugu's daughter... she's your sister!"
The revelation had as much effect as the explosion of a bomb. Everyone began to speak at the same time, except Rider -always silent- and Archer ( because he already knew the truth).
Sidonai, who smiled devilishly, stood up and imperceptibly lifted her skirt and bowed out.
"Delighted to meet you all, I am indeed the daughter of Emiya Kiristugu and Irisviel von Eizbern. I hope we will all be friends." She smiled even more widely at Shirou "You are my adopted brother, Oniisan."
"Uh... " Once again the redhead ran out of words, then he frowned. "Oniisan? But you're older than me so..."
"No!" Illya stomped on the floor, suddenly angry. "I'm your little sister and you're my big brother!"
"Uh... yes... okay..."
Rin thoughtfully rubbed her chin while watching Illya... no, Sitonai...
"Very well since the big question of who is the elder in the family is now solved, I have a question on my own... no, two, actually..." She pointed to Illya. "Why your True Name is Sitonai, and what is this class called Alter Ego?"
Shirou frowned.
"That's right, I thought there were only seven classes..."
Archer looked up and sighed.
"Why must I be ashamed every time you open your mouth?"
Shirou blushes violently.
"I have never heard of other classes of Servant besides the seven I have already seen!"
"Oh? And Angra Mainyu... what class is he?"
"Uh... Avenger?"
EMIYA spread his arms with a smirk.
"So an eighth class. And if there are eight classes, why not a ninth, or ten, or a hundred?! We have the same brain, Shirou, why don't you ever use yours?"
Saber replied sharply, she seemed in bad mood.
"Stop making fun of Shirou, Archer, he's wrong, it happens to everyone once in a while."
"You and Rin brood on Shirou as if he was your only chick, but you can't always protect him from his own mistakes. He needs to learn to think for himself and make his own choices. This is called growing up."
"But you could contradict him a little more diplomatically."
"Saber... I am not a diplomat; I am a mocker and yes I do not like Shirou... but no one knows better than me that his naivety and impulsiveness can cause his loss! His stupidity... MY stupidity caused MY loss!"
Rin cleared her throat ostensibly.
"Maybe we could postpone this argument... I'm still waiting for your answer, Illya."
A little troubled by the revelation that Archer and Shirou were one and the same person (she had just found out), Sitonai blushed slightly.
"In fact, one answer will suffice for both questions. An Alter Ego is an existence taken out of or separated from a certain Spirit Origin and altered. In my case, I am the fusion of several legends. First, of course, Sitonai an Inuit child who faced and killed a dragon, but also the Nordic goddess Freya, and the Finnish witch Louki who is the heroine of the epic poem 'Kaleva'... and of course, Illyasviel von Einsbern gave me both body and personality."
"But why you are the container of these three Heroics Spirits, Illya?"
"Well, because I'm the latest and final Homunculus created by the Einzberns, I own a Command Spell that covers my entire body and I'm also the Lesser Grail... which makes me the perfect host."
"And that probably explains why the Grail of Fuuyuki summoned you... after all; Angra Mainyu needs a Lesser Grail for manifesting himself."
Illya rubbed her forehead, pounding her eyebrows.
"I was created by the goddess Freyja for a specific mission but... I can't remember which one."
Archer had listened to her speak, with his back against the wall, arms crossed, and eyes closed. He opened an eye to answer.
"That's normal. You were probably created in the future. The Fuyuki's Grail does not allow you to remember events that have not yet happened... at best you will have only truncated, imprecise memories. But rest assured it doesn't matter. You're not here for this mission, Illya."
The little girl offered him a bright and enthusiastic smile.
"Thank you, Oniisan!"
And an event as unexpected as the fall of a meteorite occurred so... Faced with the exuberance of his 'little sister', Archer blushed and looked away, almost babbling.
"Don't call me Oniisan!"
Rin began to laugh, hiding her mouth with one hand, while creasing her eyes in a demonic way.
"Who would've guessed? Archer's weakness is... Illya!"
Sitonai began to hop on the spot, raising her arms high, turning alternately towards Shirou and then towards EMIYA, as happy as an eight-year-old who would've gotten a pink pony at Christmas.
"Oniisan... and Oniisan... I have two Oniisans!"
And Archer reacts exactly like his 'stupid version', looking away embarrassed and rubbing his neck...
Saber blinked.
"I thought I accepted that Archer and Shirou were the same people... but in fact, I still had some doubts... until that very moment."
Author's note: And yes, Sitonai... I am very happy to have finally arrived at this point in the story... because in fact, it had been planned for several months!
The Servants invoked so far:
Berserker-Class Servant: Xiang Ji Yu (Master: Fei Fong Li)
Rider-Class Servant: Medusa (Master: Matou Sakura)
Alter Ego-Class Servant: Sitonai (Master: Emiya Shirou)
Assassin- Class Servant: Cleopatra VII (Master: Alistair Dunscon)
... there are only three Servants left to summon before the beginning of the Sixth Grail War of Fuyuki...
Of course let's not forget that there are still two surviving Servants of the Fifth Grail War (EMIYA/ Archer and Artoria/ Saber, with Rin as Master) and one Surviving Servant of the Fourth War (Gilgamesh/Archer);
The Sixth Grail War will be a TEN Servants war!