The Babysitter of Heroes

by Laurence Wu

Benjamin is your average college student, he lived a simple life. But when he move to his grandpa's house, find golden cup which appears a Holy Grail that summons several servants in flesh and blood. He must not only deal with servants moving into his house but stop them from killing each other and cause chaos in the city. He did not sign up to be a caretaker for the Heroes AU 2005

23. Chapter 23

A/N: Hello again, people. I am back to give you another updated chapter (13,357 words) and sorry that it took a long time to post this, almost like a month and a half as I got world quest and home works that are keep me very busy for a while which causes me to write around hundred words per day.

So there 25 reviews which is not much now but some of them were questions and suggestions that are still terrible and badly-implemented ones but I answer those ideas. I will not try to answer all of the reviews.

Time to answer some of your questions.

ArcherShirou: Thank you for following my story and favorite it. I have been put my whole energy make a good chapter.

King0fP0wers: Nope, Benjamin doesn't have any special abilities in his body which his own power is not having any sign of being a Master and a Magus that having magic circuits which he is unable to receive Command spells but he would learn how to be strong soon or later. This is actually accurate in Fate series, a good example is Souichirou Kuzuki who have not been sensed as a Master and a Magus for quite a while as he isn't a Magus himself, he only acts as her anchor to the world, while she must subside off of the magical energy taken from the leylines and the town in order to upkeep her existence so that is good reason why Rin and Shirou are unable to sensed anything off about him at school until it is too late. Fate writers in FanFiction always forget about this small issue due their stories

Sure, Hassans are religion people but not too much that they are a company of fanatics. It is not always forbidden to eating humans as Islam does allows Cannibalism if they want, for there is a 716 in volume 1, Al-Kortoby that said "One may eat the flesh of a human body. It is not allowed to kill a Muslim nor a free non-Muslim under Muslim rule (because he is useful for the society), nor a prisoner because he belongs to other Muslims. But you may kill an enemy fighter or an adulterer and eat his body."

The reason why Hassan of the Cursed Arm eating Magus because his Noble Phantasm works by cursing the enemy's heart, allowing him to make a perfect replica in his right hand. He then crushes the fake heart, destroying the enemy's real heart. He can also replace the real heart with the fake, allowing him to devour the enemy's heart to boost his intelligence which becomes stronger and increases his intelligence. Also, as a servant, they have the ability to consume the souls and minds of people and convert them into energy. Their basic abilities do not change from such nourishment, but they become tougher as their magical energy capacity increases, low moral standards servant are able to eat human's soul without a care in the world but high moral servant would refuse to eat human's soul which would force to obey a distasteful order use the command spell.

I would not summon Alexandre Dumas yet and I also not summon Kiyohime as one first of all possible love interests because you asked for it. They would be summoned much later somewhere

MaxHD2490 chapter 22 . Aug 30: The chances of dragons of showing up is high as Siegfried's non-combat Noble Phantasm, Das Rheingold, is the treasure of the Nibelung-Siegfried got his Golden Rule skill from. A mountain of gold that was said to be so large, Siegfried's great-grandson was still filthy rich in even his old age, it was a reward Siegfried got from slaying Fafnir. Though there's no connection between Fafnir and the treasure other than that, because of the corruption of the legend, the treasure becomes a direct catalyst to summon Fafnir. Also, because simply summoning Siegfried should summon the Noble Phantasm also, Fafnir will always be summoned along with Siegfried. Soon, they would face that famous dragon Fafnir who his destiny is tied to Siegfried's, so wherever he appears, so will Fafnir

Axel The Moon: Nope, it is not possible for this story

Xylade: Benjamin doesn't have that Master's Clairvoyance so if servants sensed that he is in danger or not but that was a good idea. This is why Enkidu is with Benjamin in school.

Jack Vile Ripper: I would not summon Gilgamesh in my story that fast because you asked for it, this is not Polls. Also, the interaction between Gil and Ozymandias are not arrogant at each other because at the Nero Festival 2016 they ended up praising each other as the strongest Servant.

Here is the scene for the Nero Festival 2016.

Gil: Pathetic-

Pathetic….. Pathetic indeed…

Ozy: Can't agree more…. Ridiculous. So ridiculous that it's not even worth putting words into my mouth…

Gil: We sure have the same thought here, the Sunny one.

Ozy: Indeed, the Golden one.

Nitocris: Exactly! To think they wanted to start some outdated Roman festival again now. What a joke indeed!

Since there is quite a few number of Pharaohs emerging, I think we should be the one handling the ceremonies of reviving the ancient cultures!

We can do something like organizing something a king of a more matured era would do…..

Oh, or umm… but however, even if they are ancient kings, it won't do if they are not pharaohs….

Gil: Ha! Simple. What's the point if we already know who bears the title of the strongest.

Ozy: Exactly, the strongest servant is-

Just as obvious as the illumination of the sunlight in a sunny day, it is indeed foolish to even uphold a competition.

Gil: Hmph, words are mere decorations…. Now you flatter me.

Ozy: Oh, please don't mind. I should be the one embarrassed here.

Nitocris: (shivering)

But the same time when they meet each other for the first time, Gilgamesh would get furious when he hears Ozymandias boasted to be the "King of Kings" the result would become destructive in the Reality Marble battle. Both Gilgamesh and Ozymandias are almost like to each other but only different is that Ozymandias have a Personality that you would still wind up liking him in the end, unlike Gil's personality that would make you wish that you never met him before.

MaxHD2490 chapter 22 . Sep 9:There is a very high chance of Artemis showing up in my story but for Thor, there is very low chance for him to show up.

MaxHD2490 chapter 22 . Sep 22: Yes, Tamamo cat (one of the Tamamo no mae's tails)would be in his harem and thank you for like character Maria Black who her appearance and her face claim are from Weiss Schnee / RWBY.

Also, Shinji is not dead by the way as the reason why he is alive because I am tired of Fate writers trying to kill him in form of a cruel death because he is just a scrappy character that deserves to die over and over which I feel a bit of pity for him and I don't hate him at all as his background openly states that Shinji's came when he discovered the Matou were a clan of Magi and began putting all of his heart and efforts into becoming one himself... only to later find they were a fallen clan who no longer had magical power, and that if anyone in his family was going to end up fulfilling his lifelong dream, it was going to be Sakura whether she liked it or not. Basically, he jumped at the call to adventure only to discover that there was no call, and upon learning this reacted... poorly. The final nail in the coffin was Sakura's pity. He is not actually a bad person as according to the Character Material and the manga's backstory reveals that he is much less of a jerk if you aren't Sakura, though the only male he could actually get along with was Shirou, before their estrangement when Shirou found out that Shinji abusing Sakura.

RoSeSBlooMerS: Persona series ideas for crossover is possible but Naruto is not possible as 95% of crossover is full of shit and too much harem but there are some good one which there are only a few here and there. The servant is holding back their strength as they do not want lot of attention in one place and don't want to blow the city at where they are standing but they use all their strength fight a dragon soon

Piddle: I would update more chapter as each one are around 13,000 to 14,000 words but school is slow me down on this

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Flanna was looking at her notebook at the subway station, waiting for the train to come by. She was thinking about the Servant of the Seven standard classes named as the Saber, Lancer, and Archer classes, which are called the Three Knights, which makes sense as the three classes are most likely for a noble knight or to have a noble bearing personality. The Rider, Caster, Assassin, and Berserker classes are called Four Cavalries or Horsemen, which doesn't make any sense to her, for what makes the classes called that is only one of the classes is actually riding on a horse.

The Seven standard classes for Servants is kinda silly from her point of view, as most of the classes names are a Non-literal name to each of the servant's weapons. Whoever made the Servant classes was trying to make it sound cool to other people and had loose associations with the actual class. Flanna decided to rename the seven classes to make sense for each one as for example just called a Servant who holds a crossbow an Archer class would just awkward to said that

Saber Class: Sabers are not using Saber/Sabre at all as it is a type of backsword, usually with a curved, single-edged blade and a rather large hand guard, covering the knuckles of the hand as well as the thumb and forefinger. It appears during the 16h century in Eastern Europe. The Hungarian and Polish versions are the most well known today, both owing a lot of their features to the scimitars introduced to those regions by the Ottoman Turks. The Saber/Sabre are named and used for a light cavalry and heavy cavalry in the warfare. The Polish, Lithuanian, Ukrainian, Byzantium, Kievan Rus, Armenia, nomadic tribes, and Hungarians, also known as Magyars were said to have used Sabre/Sabre.

Instead, the Saber class should be renamed as Swordfighter/SwordMaster or Swordsman/woman.

Lancer Class: A Lancer is a name of a type of cavalryman used in mounted warfare who fought with a lance as it is a medieval pole weapon/spear usually consisting of a long wooden shaft with a sharp metal point. It's used as a leading weapon in cavalry charges and was unsuited for throwing or for repeated thrusting, the weapon has facilitated the horseman to take advantage of his position on horseback, keeping his distance from his enemy while striking a lethal blow. Historically, The Sarmatians, Assyrians, Hellenistic, Byzantine, Parthian, Poland, Hungary and Western Europe were said to have used a lance lot.

Instead, the Lancer class should be renamed, depending on what type of servant is holding, as Polearm, spear, javelin and pikes-man.

Archer Class: It said in the book that a qualifying condition for the Archer is not the weapons itself, but the possession of powerful projectile weapons or special abilities related to projectile weapons. Any projectile weapons, even firearms, can be indicative of an Archer Class.

So instead, the Archer class should be renamed depending on what type of servant is holding, as the Marksman/Sharpshooter, the Sniper, the Ranger, the Shooter, Crossbowman, Longbowman, Slinger, Javelin man, Gunslinger, the Artilleryman, Rifleman, and Gunman.

Caster Class: The Caster is actually named for a wheeled device typically mounted to a larger object that enables relatively easy rolling movement of the object but also a person who casts something or a machine for casting something.

Instead, the Caster class should be renamed as Intellectual, Sage, Wiseman, Archmage, Wizard, Magician, Scholar, Mentor, Mastermind, and Sorcerer

Rider Class: This class name fits quite well as it is someone who rides something, but other names can fit the class, such as The Mounter, Horseman, Cavalry, Tamer class, Dragoon, Trooper, Cavalier, Beastmaster, and Horseback Man.

Berserker Class: This class name fits quite well but other names can fit the class as The Insane, The Madness, The Wrath, The Screech, The Frenzy, The Savage, The Juggernaut, The Maniac, The Lunatic, The Devastators and the Psychopath.

Assassin Class: This class name fits quite well but other names can fit the class as The Executor, Murderer, Killer, Hitman, Butcher, Homicide, Slaughterer, Shadows, Faker, Death, and Stalker.

Flanna stared at all of the new names she has created for the seven classes in her notebook. "Well, at least my titles that I wrote are simply enough for others to understand what the names actually mean in the most basic sense."

Soon a train pulled into the station. She stood up from the bench and walked into the entrance of the train. She looked to her left and then to her right before she found a spot to sit down, as a lot of people started to enter and fill the train quickly. She opened her notebook again and thought about the servants that are now living in their house. She wanted to think up nicknames or code names for them because it is going to be hard now with the servants being summoned every time. And it will be confusing to call one of them in their classes, as there would be so many of them in each one.

Speaking of writing down nicknames or code names, Flanna's opinion about the Holy Grail is mixed feelings as she doesn't understand why on earth the Three Founding Families could have just turned the Holy Grail war into some kind of Heroic Spirit Library. There has yet to be even one true winner who actually claimed the Grail in all five wars. You are literally able to gain access to any Heroic Spirit (provided you have the proper catalysts) and put them under your control (for the most part) and ask to be their pupil or just straight up command them to. This would have been a hell of a lot more useful than the Holy Grail War to try and find your way to the Root, which no one has ever won at all.

Magi could have actually acquired a lot of knowledge from caster class since most of them are scholars and would objectively be the most knowledgeable and useful for a Magus's search for knowledge. Which begs the question why none of the magus didn't just use the Heroic Summoning system as a sort of library of knowledge that they could assess at any time instead of an unnecessary war that resulted in not much, except things getting fucked up. Change the system of the Holy Grail by taking out the whole wish-granting item and just replace it with a snarky librarian AI thing who can control/manage/help you access the Heroic Spirit Library and you basically have a solid learning system. This idea is so much more simple and effective, with rather simple problems to solve if all the magus's just banded together and used the Heroic Spirit Summoning system properly instead of a useless war that never actually helped anyone.

Oh yeah, she forgot that almost all Magus are self-absorbed asshats that want all the knowledge for themselves, but somehow were still able to come together long enough to recreate the Servant Summoning system to power a Holy Grail to grant one wish (that never gets you really what you want ever) but no one saw the practical applications of working together. And does this Grail even work? From what she read about the Holy Grail book is that it seems to her like Magi and servants all threw themselves into a battle royal without even confirming if it worked. Secondly, she was even confused by the whole paradox of an omnipotent, wish-granting device that can only grant one wish. Third, how can this Grail even grant the wish? Like do I need a key to activate the Grail or do I touch it to make it work and how will the Grail not harm other people when granting any wishes whatsoever?

Still, Flanna finds it a little ridiculous that Magus lack so much common sense in believing that a wishing artifact actually exists considering that this so-called 'wish artifact' was made by human hands and which she believes that it is impossible to make a wish on a grand scale, even by gods themselves. It is so utterly stupid that these guys are, and anyone with logical common sense would find a hell of a lot of holes in this theory, like the fact that since no one has actually won the damn thing, then the effects of the so-called Holy Grail remains completely unknown. It sounds mostly like a bold faced lie that has probably been told by the Three Founding Families. Not to mention, the gathering of a lot of energy into one container sounds like and has been described an awfully lot like a bomb, ready to go off at a moment's notice. A big magical bomb that would set off a giant ass nuke explosive rather than a wishing grail, which would be pretty should it happen if the Grail was blown up.

In fact, if there is such a thing as a wishing well, then her wish would be a very simple one and beneficial. "Do I make a wish for a thousand wishes? No there isn't one that encompasses all of them and there's nothing that can outright save the world instantly. But if there is going to be a miracle, then I will make it a good one. It ought to be a miracle in every sense. For everyone, not just one person." She thought as she looked up at the glow of artificial light. "I think a good start would be an end to illness. I think it would be a lot safer than trying to wish away poverty or suffering. I'd like something that can't be twisted. Something without unforeseen negative side effects. Something that betters us instead of sending us back. Power doesn't need to be cruel and twisted if you know how to make it a good one and if someone were to know how to use it well. So that is what I think a good wish could be, one that needs a clear detail and something beautiful of a miracle. To save the world or bring peace to the world is all but an impossible dream, but to bring some benefit to it is within that you could do with your own two hands."

And her opinion on the Servants is quite a mixed feeling. Honestly, she would love to learn and talk to the historical Servants from their history. She means they were there. They were the history themselves, like asking about ancient Egypt from Ozymandias who has experienced an event in the Bible which would have caused a lot of sway over the religious community and such a simple lesson about the bible from the very people. From those times or a more original source of it as they believe from wanting to learn the original script from the horse's mouth, or as close as she could ever get to it. One could make a lot of interesting research papers of various historical conquests and wars by just interviewing a Servant and writing a paper about it. Which now that she thought about it, she could ask Chiron, who seems gentle enough to mentor her brother, as much as she wanted other servants to teach him. She didn't believe that most of the servants aren't good mentors which probably kills him.

After a little while of writing the nicknames or codenames for the Servants, she stared at her notebook and studied it.

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The NickNames or CodeNames for the Servants

Lü Bu Fèngxiān: The God of War

Ozymandias: The Pharaoh

Achilles: The Invulnerable

Atalanta: The Huntress

Chiron: The Great Sage

Enkidu: The Mud Puppet

Nursery Rhyme: Alice

Sakata Kintoki: Golden Boy

Sir Lancelot: The Demon Knight

Paracelsus von Hohenheim: The Physician

Saint George: The Martyr

Hassan of the Cursed Arm: The Grim Reaper

The Storm King: The ThunderStorm

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"This will be good for now," Flanna thought as she closed her notebook and put it in her back pocket. As time flew by for a little while, she looked at her watch to see what time it was. It seemed that it was almost afternoon now as she also took a look at the window to see if there was sunlight coming out, but there was none. She sighed and ran a hand through her maroon hair and idly pulled a few strands before her dark red eyes. "I'm going to need a haircut soon."

When the train reached her stop, she stood up from her seat and walked out of the train into the busy station. Flanna looked around and noticed there was a lot of the Police force, who were stopping most of the people from reaching where they were trying to go. She concentrated, blocking out all of the noisy sounds and tried to hear what the police force was gossiping about.

"I'm sorry, sir. You'll have to wait here, but we have a situation. Please, erh, be patient with us," a Cop talked to one of the random people.

"Then tell me what is, what is going on? Is it a terrorist or something, how serious is this?" a random person asked impatiently.

"It's nothing to worry about. Just please be patient, sir. We've got it taken care of," the Cop answered, trying to calm them down.

"Nothing to worry about? Yeah right, the whole station is about be closed! I mean, what's going on in there," the random person said, not convinced at all. "Shouldn't you evacuate or something'? What if it's terrorism, huh? How about that?"

"Sir. Sir! Just calm down. There is no terrorist threat here. Don't start a fucking panic!" The Cop shouted at them, which was obvious that the Police force is hiding something.

"Don't tell me to calm down. Tell me what the hell is happening!" The random person demanded an answer from him. "I gotta get home. I got a fucking bitch of a wife!"

"Aha. Yeah! We all do, sir. But if you don't step back, I'm gonna have to arrest you for obstruction," the Cop said as he was threatening him to back off. "Is that crystal fucking clear?"

"Alright, alright. I am touched, officer. I'm sorry you got a fucking bitch of a wife too," the random person said as he stepped back and went somewhere in a bad mood.

"Hey hey hey! Come on, people. The Station is about to be closed. Police business." The Cop waved his hand around the random crowd. "Everyone just relaxes, show a little patience, we' ll be back to our business fast and safe, alright?"

"It looks like something is going on the station right now." Flanna considered as she took a quick glance at how many police forces were in the station. It was swarming with police officers, transit authority cops, forensic technicians, and paramedics. One of the popular tactics to gauge how high the alert level of the police force is to just take a look at how many forces there are and see how many police cars are parked outside.

"Time to go listen to what the crowd is talking about and hopefully what they are saying has got to have some grain of truth in it," Flanna said to herself and roamed around the station picking up on some conversations, as simple intelligence gathering was just gathering through open sources and loose-lipped, which meant newspapers, blogs, media, and anything else that anybody could have a gander at. You don't have to be a James Bond-ian spy to steal highly classified industrial information from a military base or do some bold high-risk operation that gets you killed. Just do realistic stuff by listening and detecting multiple people's voices that can pick a grain of information.

"Hello. Hey!... No man. Hey, I'm on the platform, I'm trying to get- I left forty-five minutes ago! What? No, no, no, no, no, do not get on that ferry!...Come on man!... Well, tell them to wait. Dude, I will be there in twenty minutes, I swear to God. If I could get off the platform, I would be running to you." It was a man in a white shirt talking to someone on the phone. "I know yes, I know we got to make that so that we can... Dude! I put this together. Trust me, I know the schedule ... No! Do not... That is fucked up dude. That's whatever."

"Look, they just ordered us to cancel all lines in and out of the station. Some kind of murder investigation," A Dispatcher had a cell phone talker in his ear. "I've already closed off all the tracks...Yeah, I'm pretty sure they can do that! They're the Police for god sake! What do you want from me? Hey, it's my ass on the line down here. You can call city hall if you wanna yell at somebody! I got 400 angry commuters to string along... Asshole!"

A police officer was putting his head to the walkie-talkie that was on his shoulder. "What the F...? Dispatch...Yeah, I got an inbound train down on platform B. Get somebody from station personnel on the line. Find out what the hell is going on, over."

So it looks like there was some kind of murder investigation and the station is going to be brought to a standstill by the police blockade now. Flanna suggests one of her servants was the one responsible for this and that someone found a body or two. Flanna decided to leave the station as she had an important thing to get and needed to buy some stuff now. She knew that the Servants would not care if evidence was found or not, as the police do not know who they are.

She walked upstairs out of the station as a wail of police sirens caught her attention and tracked a squad car that came hurtling onto the scene, cropping a news van as it drove up over the sidewalk toward the police barricades. As the police car came screeching to a stop, an early forty of a Caucasian policeman with an average build, with his piercing blue eyes in contrast to his short, black hair, which is often hidden under his almost-permanent police cap, emerged, moving purposefully toward the barricade. Not before, the Caucasian policeman took notice of her dark red eyes, who was staring at him and walking downstairs into the station.

Flanna watched him a little bit longer until she lost sight of him. She quickly took in the scene outside of the station: three camera crews that were in the process of setting up.

She saw John Gallegious, a news reporter from Channel 10, adjusting his tie, while a member of his crew handed a mike to him. They were all ready to broadcast. "Okay, how do I look?" Gallegious asked one of his people. "Great? Okay, let's beat 'em to it." The news camera began his feed.

"John Gallegious, live with Channel 10, Street Beat,' first on the scene with all the news, when and where it happens," he added a slight stress on the word "first," which was a blatant lie as there were two other news crews with him on the scene. "We're just outside of the station where we received reports of a mass homicide, involving as many as twenty people," he said. "It's uncertain just who the victims are at this point, but at least one report indicates they may be members of unknown foreign occult practitioners-"

Flanna turned her head away as she rolls her eyes in his report, he dramatically exaggerated the number of dead, suggesting there may have been as many as twenty bodies strewn across the Station. She then focused on Sandy Diersing, another news reporter from Channel 4, who was also starting her feed. "This is Sandy Diersing live on Channel 4. From what you see behind me, is the station where at least one report indicates that it may be the unknown group from the Museum incident a few days ago that is involved with this."

Flanna nodded her head at Sandy's report, she correctly suggested that the servants may be involved, possibly passing on a tip given to her by one of the police officers in attendance.

She makes a note that she is going to need to wear a very good disguise, as any paper-thin disguise is not going to fool the police nor the gangsters. It will need to cover her whole body and face if the Servants are going to do another crazy event like the Museum incident. Also, she is worried how normal people react to the servants, as the public regards them with alarm and suspicion rather than love and adoration. But maybe the public opinion could change when it becomes clear that most of the victims are criminals, which could be possible somewhere in the future. She left the scene as more people crowded around the place, wondering what was going on here.

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Smith's car screeched to a stop outside the station, pulling up next to about a dozen police cruisers and paramedic vans, their flashing lights illuminating the daylight. He threw open the door and bolted out of the car, a grave look on his face as he ran toward the building, pushing his way past the crowd of people and several other journalists. He hurried down into the station, not before he noted a woman with maroon hair and dark red eyes watching him. But, he didn't care why she was looking at him as he headed downstairs.

Sergeant Jeffrey Smith, at first, was going to the place in the forest where the huge loud explosion came from, what appeared to be a camp. But, as he was driving toward that place, that was when the radio dispatcher's voice crackled over the speaker in his car, reporting about a bloodbath in the station and that all units nearby need to respond, blocking off all areas of the station and escorting the people outside.

Many police officers, transit authority cops, forensic technicians, and paramedics were swarming around the station. He walked to a police officer name Schoenberg and grabbed him by the shoulder. "What the hell happened here?"

"Don't know, but we just got a call of an inbound train that was down on platform B a few hours ago and it is not pretty down there," Officer Schoenberg explained. "It is a bloodbath inside of the train."

"Any idea who the victims inside are?"Sergeant Jeffrey Smith asked.

"Foreigners all wearing black business suit attire and some of them were wearing hoods with it," Officer Schoenberg listed the victims. "The victims are all armed with weapons that looked like wands and spell staffs from some fantasy movie or something like that."

Smith's gaze fell on the subway car that had been brought up to the platform. One entire corner of the roof had been ripped away as if someone had simply pulled it off. The metal was scorched in several places, as if by blast scars, and through the shattered, blood-spattered windows, he could see bodies hanging from the ceiling of the car. For a long moment, he simply couldn't move. He stared, slack-jawed, at the unutterably grisly sight. He soon pinched his nose as not to smell the stench of death and decay from the blood that was splattered inside of the subway car.

He then moved deep into the subway train which looked like a slaughterhouse. The entire place was splattered with blood and the walls pockmarked with blast scar holes. Jeffrey Smith had seen murder scenes before, where psychopathic killers had run amok in a blood frenzy, but never anything like this as this takes the cake.

"Jesus." He murmured, softly. There were three bodies sprawled in various positions around the room, looking as if they'd been picked up and thrown aside after they were killed. One of the bodies was lying sprawled out on his back, his entire chest was a gory mess. It looked as if his entire chest had been ripped apart with bare hands from the outside as the edges of ribcage were pulled out.

"Oh god," Jeffrey Smith said, bringing his hand to his mouth to keep himself from vomiting as he just moved to the next part of the train. There was blood splattered everywhere. It covered the floor and was sprayed against the walls. Most of it was beginning to dry up except for a few spots that disturbingly seemed to still be fresh and wet. He looked down to see a single, long streak of drag marks of someone who had been pulled through a puddle of his own blood. He moved down the platform, toward the front of the train.

He leaped down onto the tracks and moved off down the dark tunnel, proceeding slowly while his eyes adjusted to the darkness, looking intently all around him, examining the tracks. His foot slipped in something. He stopped and knelt to examine it, touching it with his fingers. It was a large pool of blood. He could feel his heart hammering inside with blood. He straightened up and stared off down the tunnel. He saw the light of the next platform, where he spotted movement.

Backlit by the lights of the next platform, he saw a huge, dark form, kneeling, bending over something. Suddenly it rose up and he could see what it looked like.

It was an extremely tall, slender, dark man with a facemask that resembled a human skull and with his right arm bandaged and his left arm holding a human's beating-heart. The ominous outward appearance appeared with a tattered black long coat, made a chill run up Smith's spine. His face was full of horror as he watched the skull man swallow the heart of his prey with satisfaction.

It was hectic, ferocious, and vulgar to watch that cannibalistic scene as he watched the skull-faced man hungrily devour a pile of meat and bones that might have once been a human body. The skull man's eyes filled with primal hunger and grew bright with his eyes open wide and more focused with each bite of the gruesome meal. Jeffrey Smith could even see the skull man smiling from here as he picked out a scrap of black fabric from his rotting teeth. He continued to feed as he grabbed the right hand of the deceased body and daintily extended the smallest finger of the right hand, gave a feral smile and bit it off just above the knuckle. He chewed twice, swallowed, and poured the rest of the right hand into his mouth.

Sergeant Jeffrey Smith was still standing where he was as he could not stop watching this gruesome cannibalistic scene until the skull man was done and had eaten what was left of the body and then vanished into the darkness out of the light. "What the fuck did I just witness?" he asked himself as he tried to not throw up what was left of his food onto the ground. "Was that one of those servants? Because it looked like one, but what kind of hero eats a human being with his bare hands and mouth? Which was sick, by the way." He really needs to read about each of those classes very carefully as he still does not understand what the classes do anyway.

"Sergeant Jeffrey!" cried a voice. He turned his head to see Officer Schoenberg running at him. "I saw you got off the tracks and moved down the dark tunnel. What the heck is wrong with your face?"

"That!" Jeffrey Smith pointed at what was left of the remains of a human body. "Caused me to nearly throw up at the sight of that."

"What? Oh god!" Officer Schoenberg said as he soon saw what he was pointing at. "Do you need the forensics over here?"

"Yes, get them here as fast as possible," Sergeant Jeffrey Smith said. "We got another new player in this city."

"Ah, shit, how many of those freaks are going to appear in the city?" Officer Schoenberg asked as he was fixing his hat. "They just pop out of nowhere and that is like two new different freaks in a single day."

Jeffrey Smith didn't listen to what Schoenberg was saying as he was thinking about the skull man. Why was the skull man killing that group of unknown strangers behind their back? In fact, how did those groups steal the train without station control noticing them? Something is strange here. He needs to go back to the station to see if someone gave them the train like there was someone from the inside who smuggled them in without everyone noticing it.

---

Chiron was standing atop a cliff-side that overlooked the grassy fields that are full of forests and swamps. He had just arrived here and was currently observing the field which so far, nothing big had happened yet. He was scanning to see if there were any familiars trying to run past his eyesight, which would make no difference how small the body of a dead animal. His Clairvoyance skill has the capability of seeing up to fifteen kilometers with his eyesight and keeping track of fast-moving objects within a range of fifteen kilometers, which nothing can slip past him without getting shot by his arrows.

No matter how many times the Magus would try to use their familiars over and over to get past him, they would always get shot by him. Familiars would have some kind of magical energy inside of their body which proves a tell-tale sign that increases the bodily temperature inside and can be discovered very easily.

Chiron continuously swept his gaze over the grassy fields every 35 seconds, which was not enough time for Magus to sneak around quietly without getting caught. Not even the grassy bush could hide from him as the Clairvoyance skill can see past the heavy trees and bushes. He kept watching the field until he heard a voice that was very familiar. He has mentored numerous famous heroes, so he knows every one of them.

"Master Chiron!" came a shout, which caused Chiron to merely smile as he saw his former student, the legendary Greek known as Achilles, run towards his direction with Atalanta right behind him. The legendary Trojan Hero was charging at him with the black spear in his hand, eagle to fight his teacher once more.

"So my former student is here too, why am I not surprised that he would appear here sooner or later," Chiron said as he nocked an arrow and began drawing the bowstring far back, deciding to take the chance to shoot him as he made his way here.

*SHNNK* The arrow was shot at the nape of Achilles's neck, but his quick-wittedness and agility allowed him to strike down the arrow with his spear. However, he couldn't completely knock it away and even with its trajectory change the arrow still grazed his neck. The Vivid red blood dripped down his neck, but there wasn't any sign of pain on his face. Rather, it was filled with joy instead of humiliation for Achilles since he seemed to almost view his immortality as a curse, as it prevents him from being hurt in most fights and thus taking the thrill out of him. He could allow himself to announce his true name for all to hear him, but he wasn't stupid enough to allow himself to do that same trick that caused his death in the first place. Also, his fatal flaw was both pride and wrath that allowed him to die and enraged the gods for his foolish and intolerable acts.

*SHNNK* *SHNNK* *SHNNK* Once more, three arrows pierced Achilles's body on the left and right shoulders, but the last arrow was struck down with the butt end of his spear. Achilles was soon able to read through the trajectory of Archer's arrows. He was not bothered by it as each blow only excited him more and more. Soon he was at Chiron's face and fiercely swinging his spear toward him. "Here I come, Teacher!"

Chiron took a step forward at the same time as the spear was thrust and dodged the spear to the side and punched him in the face, which caused Achilles to fly back. Atalanta dodged to the side as she noticed his body was flying toward her.

"Hahaha! It's been quite a while, hasn't it Teacher!? Who would've thought that we'd meet each other a second time again?" Achilles laughed as he rubbed his face from the punch.

"You are right indeed, Achilles. Perhaps fate itself may have played a part in our reunion," Chiron replied as he just simply smiled at him, happy to meet his pupil without having to kill him now that they are on the same side. "It could perhaps be a coincidence to say."

Achilles then used his spear to push himself up from the ground and gave Chiron a hug. "It is good to see you, Teacher."

"Do you have to fight with your teacher at first sight," Atalanta commented to Achilles as he seemed to be obsessed with facing Chiron after finding out that his teacher is here.

"Hahaha, I can't help that my teacher is capable of harming me. I wonder if other servants that are summoned with me are able to harm me too," Achilles said to her and looked to Chiron. "You knew we would spar sometimes, teacher."

Chiron smiled at him, amused by how his former student wants to fight him because he has a similar existence as him and was capable of harming him. "Agreed, I want to see how much you had grown since I last saw you."

"Wait, you said other servants were summoned with you," Atalanta spoke to Achilles. "Who are they?"

"Well, it was a Caster class and an Assassin class. Their true names are Paracelsus and one of the Old Man of the Mountain," Achilles answered as he put his spear over his shoulder in a carefree way. "Which I've come here to report who they are and just to make sure that you don't attack them on sight."

Chiron and Atalanta were provided with the history of Paracelsus and Hassan-i Sabbah, which they looked indifferent about it. Caster was ok for them, but the Assassin made them a little on edge as they both remembered meeting their Assassin on their team and it was unpleasant for the first time when meeting the Assassin class.

"Ah, that look on your face tells me that we don't look quite pleasant if we see them again," Achilles said, frowning as both of them met the Assassin of Red for the first time and became speechless when she grandly revealed her true name to them, which made the air of decay that wrapped around her invited only irritation and mistrust from these true-hearted warriors.

Chiron also remembered seeing the Assassin of Black at a far distance of his eyesight during Bucharest, Romania, which he could not tell who he or she looked like. Was it a man with a sword or was it an old lady with a dagger? Could it be a Servant's skill that manipulated memories to keep her/his identity hidden? If so, then whoever the skill was, it was able to erase his memory, at least most of it, then it could be linked to the Assassin of Black's legend. A killer able to erase traces if his/her passage or maybe it was a spy in life.

"So, how have you two been most of the time?" Achilles asked as he stabbed his spear to the ground and pulled the arrows out of his shoulder, the arrows' holes quickly healing themselves.

"Taking out the enemies Magus that have been trying to hide from us. It was so easy to find them as they kept leaving clues for us to find," Atalanta responded to him. "Let's just say that they were like turkey shooting to me."

"Ha, I bet that was one hell of a greeting for them," Achilles laughed. "Well, anyway let's head back now and report to our master about today's news. By the way, I'll race you sister," he said with a smirk as he dashed forward, activating his Noble Phantasm to get a headstart, which caused Atalanta to roll her eyes and run after him, rapidly closing the distance between them as her skill Aesthetics of the Last Spurt make her predict the outcome and change it in her favor. Dare she thought, he might even beat her in a footrace as Achilles was quite fast in his own right which even more fast as his Noble Phantasm Dromeus Komētēs make his speed greatly stands out, equated to instantaneous movement.

"Ah, heroes," Chiron said with a chuckle and ran after them with full speed.

---

Illyasviel von Einzbern was inside of her mansion that managed to stay hidden from the residents nearby despite its enormous size and being only a few miles away from the city, the forest was her first line of defense to only designed and unnerve people wandering onto her property by accident as her boundary field would drive them out. She was terribly concerned about the news lately, her familiars were scattered throughout all of the New Jersey regions of the United States and some of them were shot down by the Archer class. News about Magus who had been shot to death with arrows made them look like porcupines and bodies found in swamps or sewers by random people who were passing by.

This matter already disturbed the Old Man Acht who was actually wise enough to send her some groups of homunculi to protect her, as Einzbern homunculi were way better than any other Homunculus with enough magical power to pose a threat to the Enforcers of the Association and low rate servants, but sometimes even matching against a middle rate servant. Some of the homunculi are high enough to be at the same rate as Leysritt, whose physical strength is able to match that of a Servant by herself.

Currently, right now, Illya was swinging her legs in an overstuffed, high-backed chair as she flipped through another page of a large tome within the mansion library. There were several more tomes in a stack that were nearly two feet tall in the wooden desk before her. From the moment she returned back into her mansion after the failed and hijacked summoning ritual, she sent the news to Grandpa about the issues with the ritual to prevent other Magus from summoning their own servants and only just getting their catalysts stolen by that mysterious voice. But Illyasviel didn't think that her news would reach to his ears in time, as the family head Jubstacheit von Einzbern was being too stubborn for his own good to install a phone line or generator into their home, so she had no way to contact him fast enough to avoid falling to the same mistake as she did.

She did not know how long it would take for the letter to reach back, but it would take at least five to six days to send and return it regarding the matter. She wrote down what had happened, who she had seen and what would he recommend now, as she has no way to defeat a servant on her own. And without any servants in her hand, she can't possibly win the Holy Grail war. In fact, no Magus could defeat a servant in a group as there are very rare people who can handle against one and it's still called an even fight. If Magus practice and know melee combat in some form as well as being able to take a hit from a servant, even with all their skills they'll still die if they try to fight a Servant straight on.

Before she left the Einzbern Castle, Old Man Acht was talking about his plan of summoning his own servant in case she fails to win the Holy Grail war, then he could enter the war for a second chance. As he was rattling about that this time, he would do it by himself if he had to.

Right now, she was trying to find out what is going on with the Holy Grail and have some homunculi take a sample of the prana-riched soil, wondering how on earth can the Grail support this many servants and where is it in this region. Much to her chagrin, wherever the location of the Grail and system's nature lay, they were well hidden with the mechanism of this new Holy Grail, which is not the same as the past of other Grails. Having been reading up to midnight to the afternoon now, Ilya had devoted several hours already to her study and hadn't found a single thing about the function.

Quite frankly, the girl was more than a little edgy from her lack of progress and almost half-tempted to yank her hair to keep focused. She threw her head back and groaned, her white small hands scratching the sides of her head in obvious irritation. "Gah! This is so frustrating! There's got to be something more about the Holy Grail!" She shouted in an angry cry as the tome fell to the floor.

Sella, who was nearby to her, picked up the tome from the floor and placed it back on the table while Leysritt quietly picked up a four-foot stack of books and reshelved them into the bookshelf. "Ilya-sama, you should rest, you have been reading ever since we arrived back to our mansion."

In response, Illya puffed her cheeks at her, clearly annoyed. "But that is the problem, I haven't figured out how that mysterious voice manipulated the summoning ritual and possibly the Throne of Heroes."

"Hmm, that's a good question. But remember what the voice called you: a Homunculus. It sounds like the voice happened to know you somehow. Did you recognize that voice from somewhere?" Sella asked in a concerned voice.

Illyasviel paused for a bit as she was trying to remember if she heard that mysterious voice somewhere, but there was a blank in her mind as no memory of whoever the voice was, so she shook her head. "No, Sella I couldn't figure out who he was."

To Ilya's credit, Sella couldn't think of anyone with that voice either.

Soon, a bird made of emitted light arrived in the room from the window and landed on the table. Illyasviel focused her conscious mind on sifting through her familiar's eyes, a sense of anticipation filled her. After spending the night trying fruitlessly to gather some information on servants roaming around the cities, her entire flocks of songbirds had been converted into her personal spies for her intents and purposes, seeing a large part of each city at any given time. So far, she hadn't seen anything unusual or even particularly noteworthy, as people in the cities are so mind-numbingly dull.

The moment she looked into the familiar's memory, she caught a flash of a man who had been beaten up by a group of Latino gang members and then a servant girl was clad in a verdant green dress of what appears to be an Archer class arriving down from the rooftop, jump kicking one of the gang members then taking a short work on most of them. That was when another servant, who is technically a Lancer class, arrived at the scene and finished the rest of them, also checking on the wounded man to see if he was fine. After that, people gathered around them and applauded the two servants before leaving the area as soon as the sound of the law enforcement's vehicle could be heard from a mile away.

"What!?" Illya shouted in disbelief.

"What's wrong Illya-sama?" Sella asked in worry as Leysritt was done with reshelving the bookshelf. "What do you see?"

"There were Servants fighting in the light of day," Illya's voice was struggling to answer her. "Fighting against some gang members."

Sella looks disturbance at the new she was hearing. "What kind of servants would fight in broad daylight with a lot of witnesses?" Before the Museum incident happened and during the event of the Holy Grail war, every time there is collateral damage caused by servants and Magi fighting each other or something outlandish of Magecrafted-related happening in a city, there would always be a cover up from the Church and Mage's Association. The supervision manipulates information by modifying the memories of victims, covering up the battle damage and handling the media. But not everything is completely covered up. And even if the news can convince the public that it is a hallucinogen gas or accident, there would still be some people who would not buy it and be suspicious about it, but had no solid proof to prove it and would give up soon enough, as the cycle had gone on in the past time.

When magecraft-related happens, the Church and Association always cover up, and the suspicious people would lose their suspicions about the event. Well, except some crazy ass conspiracy theorists who would not give up. And then comes the Museum incident, which was the loud fart-in-your-face that can be heard from everyone in the next city over and can be seen too. But most of all, it is unconcealed to the whole world. To cover this up would need a memory that can spell over the entire world, and which no Mage today has that kind of power. But, if they did have that power, it would be useless as the news feed has already been posted online all over the world and on the internet, which no Mage knows how to use a damn ass computer and how to hack into it.

The Museum incident had viewers questioning everything about the world that they thought they knew. And although no one really understood it, pretty soon yet they will. The wall of secrecy was gone like a wrecking ball (pun intended) as the old and worse excuses were no longer working at all, as the whole world wanted real answers and wanted to know what was going on now.

"More like the stupid ones, or they have absolutely no idea what they are doing, I guess," Illya replied gravely. "But I'm more interested in the Master. Neither of these two Servants belonged to any other Magi, right?"

"Right, I assumed the same reason," Sella replied. "Since no Magi in his right mind would fight in the public like this, so it must be the Mastermind behind this war." She could not understand why on earth those servants would try to show themselves once again. Was the Mastermind behind this war taunting the Church and Mage's Association by blowing their secrecy cover up and laughing at them trying to fix this mess?

"This is a disaster!" Illya said aghast. "We will be glad if the city still stands tomorrow morning."

"I share the stance with you, mistress, as whoever the mastermind is, he/she is acting recklessly with his/her servants," Sella nodded. "Do you have any plans with this?"

"Well, I'm working on it," She admitted, a bit more sheepishly than expected. "I was trying out new spells that I was working on anyway."

"Well, I think you should rest now, Ilya-sama," Sella suggested. "And I prefer that you go outside to get some fresh air."

"Oh, right Sella," Illya said as she got off from her chair and opened the door with Leysritt following behind her.

---

"Lunch break is finally here," Benjamin said to himself as he stretched his arms out from his chair. "Damn, I am so hungry."

"Yeah same here," Alex Tendou responded as he reached to grab his wallet. "Let's go eat at Ray's Burger Boss food truck. I'm going to order a double cheeseburger, what about you?"

"I am getting the same order as you but with a drink in it," Benjamin answered. "Come on, let's go now."

A few minutes later, Ben and Alex arrived in the courtyard where there were thickly arranged tables full of chatting students. "Hm, that is strange. I don't see Ray or his food truck anywhere," Alex said as he searched around the courtyard to see Ray's Burger Boss sign, which was strange to them because he's there at every lunch break.

"I think maybe Ray is stuck in a traffic jam," Benjamin suggested. "Which is possibly the reason why he is not here yet."

"If he's not here then we can go somewhere else to eat," Alex said as he started to look at the food court if there was something else to eat.

"Oh wait, I see him and his truck," Benjamin pointed at Ray's food truck arriving a bit late. It was a two to six man job, and Ray has an employee called Marvin to help out.

The food truck stopped as Raymundo Santiago stepped out of the door with his employee Marvin coming out on the other side of the truck. Ray's appearance is a 25-year-old man with a toned body with olive skin, short spiky black hair, and brown eyes. "Benjamin! Alex!" Ray waved his hand. "Sorry, I am late, guys."

"Was it a traffic jam?" Benjamin asked him.

"Nope, I was hanging out with my friends and minding my own business when I was going to drive here," Ray explained to them. "That's when I saw the green dress girl that was on the TV News a few days ago fighting the Latino gang members to save a man. Man, she kicked their asses left and right with her bow, it was fucking awesome."

Benjamin's eyes twitched while giving Ray a nod. "Ok, go on."

While Alex gave Ray the extremely excited face to him. "That fucking rocked man!"

Ray gave Alex a smile. "Fuck yeah, you gotta check this video out." Ray pulled out his laptop which showed an American video-sharing website. The video has a title that said, "Archer of Red and Rider of Red! Real Life Superhero" with the video that shows Atalanta easily evading the gang member's punch and kick before returning them back with a knock to the face with her bow. That's when the video shows a man wearing silver-black armor who came out of nowhere and beat the rest of the gang members with his spear.

The video's description also said, "Check out this totally awesome footage of superheroes beating some lowlife fuckers in the downtown streets! This footage was caught on a camera phone in Jersey City a few hours ago. Crazy!" Benjamin noticed there were other videos in the related videos that show the same event but at a different angle with different titles named like "Some dude in a Greek armor," "Superheroes kick butt!" and "Real Superheroes on security cam footage."

See this caused Benjamin to use his phone and look at the News broadcasts, texts, forwards, and he could have sworn that he could even hear general talks of either glee or shock from somewhere. He was stunned at the surprising revelation, and at the same time was worried about how people would react to this event right now. He turned his head to see as the courtyard started to be alive with activity of students from all different races looking at their phones and laptops as the mass amounts of texts, calls, and emails began to strain the internet.

He had never seen the courtyard so alive before as he had no idea this kind of news would cause such reactions. Needless to say, he decided to look at one of the channels that were live now.

"...On the latest corruption scandal. And coming up after the hour, two vigilante heroes that were from the museum incident have become the latest Internet Phenomenon after countless Jersey residents filmed those costumed hero class's remarkable intervention in a gang-related attack a few hours ago."

He then moved to the other channel.

"Welcome to this special edition of Eye on Jersey City. These colorful heroes classes have been all over the news this week now after a video of their intervention of street-gang violence became the most-watched clip on the Internet."

He pressed to another channel.

"..And finally we want to know, who are they?" "Does anyone have any idea who these costumed crusaders are?" "Could they be someone's next-door neighbor or..."

He pressed one more channel.

"It's a great day for America, everybody." "Yeah, everybody's soon to become favorite superheroes right now, Archer of Red and Rider of Red, right?" "I like them! Their costumes are so fabulous and awesome." "Yes, I know that some of you think that I am one of them but I am not."

Benjamin then just stopped looking at his phone and looked at Ray and Alex who were staring at the pictures of Archer of Red while making comments about her.

"Are those Animal features on her ears real?" Alex asked Ray as he looked closely at her ears and tail. "And is that tail moving too?"

"Yes, they are, my friend. Those cat ears were indeed moving during the fight," Ray answered to him as he was the one who was near the scene. "Yes, that tail is also real too."

"Wow, this is awesome! Those ears are so cool! I never thought I'd see a person with such cat-like ears. It's just awesome! I mean look at those ears, aren't they so cute!" Alex said in an excited voice as he appeared to be quite smitten with Atalanta. "The tail also looks so soft. It makes me want to just pet it!"

"Cute?" Benjamin thought to himself. Well, Atalanta's ears are indeed attractive with her beautiful beast in human form that can make people attracted to her body, but he does not have the guts to say that to her unless he wants to become a porcupine. Then he worried about his friends that would suffer the same fate if she heard those comments from them. He was attracted to Atalanta by her beauty, well more like admired her and that is it.

"Yeah, I am with you on that and what do you think about those two?" Ray asked Alex as he put up a picture of Rider of Red. "Do you think that they are related to each other? I mean about their green hair."

Alex stared at two pictures of Archer of Red and Rider of Red. "Well, I think that they are brother and sister as you told me that the guy called her sister."

Benjamin stared at the pictures and thought that they do have almost the same colorful hair, but have different featured faces on them. In fact, he didn't remember that Atalanta had a brother in her legend. Could Rider of Red's true name be Meleager, the one who offered the pelt of the Calydonian Boar that was killed by Atalanta, a monstrous beast that Artemis let loose upon the earth? That could be the reason why she is called sister as a sibling kind of way.

"Uhh, guys, did you know that those that so-called Heroes just robbed a museum a few days ago?" Benjamin simply told them as he wondered how on earth most of the people just ended up liking the Servants when they saved a man from being beaten up by some gang members.

Unfortunately, both of his friends were too busy to listen to what Benjamin was saying as they were still looking at the laptop on fan sites dedicated to the Servants, which are unofficial sites made by fans who generally upload images from the TV or from cameras. "Oh great, they have a fan club right now," Benjamin said, feeling a sudden headache coming on. "You've got to be kidding me." What's the point of this? If the servants keep doing something like this every time, then security in New Jersey will be even tighter now, as security cameras would be installed into many tall buildings and police forces patrolling the city streets to double-sweep the areas much more alert than ever.

Now, ever since that gang-related attack just a few hours ago, Archer of Red and Rider of Red were getting famous or infamous around the world. Much more depending on who the people they were talking to as more rumor mill's been churning up a storm, like there is a betting pool among the people that the servants are experimental soldiers, or some of the more religious types think that the servants are the chosen heroes sent by the gods to save humanity, which is bullshit by the way.

Right now, Benjamin decided to just go somewhere as his friend are too busy on their laptops. He then noticed Enkidu sitting on the tree and whispering to the plain tunic servant. "Enkidu, come down here, I need to talk to you."

Enkidu came down from the tree. He then followed the plain tunic servant into the alley.

"Follow me," Benjamin asked as Enkidu followed him into the alley that had no one in it.

"What is it that you want to talk about?" Enkidu asked him with his head leaning against the side of his shoulder. "Is there something wrong, Benjamin?"

"Can you tell me why you need to guard me at school?" Benjamin questioned Enkidu. "It's not like any Magi would know I am Master, you know." Under ordinary circumstances, usually, when a Magus forms a contract with a Servant, it is natural to have three command seals and have the ability to read out the status of a Servant with powers of clairvoyance, which is a unique ability granted by the Grail that summons servants.

But since for Benjamin, as he is not a Magus and only a human being with no knowledge of the supernatural world and no magical abilities whatsoever, which causes him to be unable to have command seals and the ability to see his own servant's stats that make him almost useless in support. There is only one benefit for this as Master, and that is providing magical energy to a Servant will leak magical energy in a volume that is easily detectable to most spellcasters, which allows a Magus to determine that the Master has a contract with a Servant. This is good news for him because it does not give any sign that he is a Master, and most of the Magus would just simply walk past him without noticing a single energy from him.

"But Benjamin, an enemy could attack you at any time here and it's important that I remain by your side to ensure that you are safe," he said. "Leaving you without any protection is a poor reason, Benjamin."

"Well I get that you feel the need to accompany me to school, but I am worried that if someone sees you and reports you to the police then we will have the FBI scrolling around here, which would cause them to narrow it down to the students here," Benjamin said, worrying about the risk that could make a ruckus and make his life more complicated than it already is. "This risk can attract too much attention and that can also affect my friends too."

"There is no need to worry about that, as I can clearly hide very easily and my Presence Detection skill can allow me to notice if Magi or familiars walk here into this school. Then I can warn you that someone is here," Enkidu said as though it was the clearest and simplest plan of all. "I am also quite curious and interested to see what this school teaches you, so I want to enter your classroom."

"Also, I enjoy the food as I eat it. I like the feel of clothes as I wear them. But once I'm full I don't need any further food until I get hungry again. If I wear too many clothes at the same time it starts to feel uncomfortable. Why have more clothes when one is all I need? And if I find something else I want to wear then I'll wear it and enjoy it while it lasts. I'll always remember the enjoyment I get out of things... but why dwell on that and leave them somewhere? I might get them again when I'm enjoying something else at the time." he said with a smile on his face as he spun around Benjamin.

"Well, I cannot argue with that first part and I get that you want to enjoy what it is like to be a human being, but how the hell on earth will people not recognize you, as your face has been on TV and in headlines already? Some people are not dumb to remember you because almost every servant that was part of Museum incident has been seen by photos or cameras," Benjamin asked. "I can change you into better clothes so most of the people would not recognize you that easily but only if they get really close to your face."

Enkidu looked down at himself, then at Benjamin. "Oh, of course! I am able to take forms as needed. That's easily solved!"

Before Benjamin's eyes, a liquid mass of clay oozed around Enkidu's body from somewhere behind him that he couldn't see. It was moving like an ooze from some kind of sci-fi horror movie. It covered Enkidu's face and from the neck to toe before slowly beginning to thin, its kaleidoscope of color muting and blending then becoming flesh of skin. Once it was done, Benjamin couldn't even possibly tell the difference between Enkidu's usual form and the new form he had taken.

His new form is 172 cm and weighs about 59 kg, his skin is so pale that it is almost translucent, contrasting against jet black hair that flows down to his shoulder blades to the middle of his feminine, slender back. The innocently bewitching gaze from his black eyes, which are larger and shinier, framed by long eyelashes, were set into a delicate face with thin crimson lips.

It's possibly the most shocking thing Benjamin has witnessed in the last 24 hours ever since the Museum incident.

"That... uhh that is... the thing about that...your new form... What words are there to explain the level of how I feel about this?" Benjamin tried to say a comment but was having a hard time saying it out loud.

Enkidu burst out laughing. "You should've seen your face! I'm not completely that stupid, Benjamin. I know my usual form would be recognized, so that means I'm going to change my normal form from now on as I travel around the cities."

"You know what, forget what I have said to you, it is close enough for people to not recognize you," "I almost forgot that you can do that," Benjamin said as he rubbed his head trying to get used to what he has seen. "In the meantime, let's go find clothes that can fit you very nicely and after that let's go get some ice cream. My friends are way too busy to cook some hamburgers with me, so we can go eat outside somewhere."

With that, Enkidu followed Benjamin to his car with his new form now.

---

Back in Germany

Jubstacheit von Einzbern smiled to himself as he was watching the summoning ritual for quite a while now, studying every chant and every movement critically. If there was a mistake, then he would have stopped it immediately as, despite their family's strict timetable, he had no reason to deliver anything short of perfection.

Because he is going to retrieve the third magic that his ancestors once had a long time ago, the magic that they once had was so pure and mysterious that it was referenced as Heaven's Feel. The third magic was strong and envied, they were great and not attached to anything. Respected. Brilliant. The greatest corners of homunculi, incredible researchers. They had everything Magi could ask for, they did. Until the unthinkable happened. The Third Magic began to fade, disappear from their grasp.

As a result, the last millennium has been spent in an effort to regain the lost miracle. Eight centuries later, they realized that they couldn't do it alone, and so struck a deal with two other families, Tohsaka and Makiri. In an attempt to seize it back, they became one of the three founding families of the Heaven's Feel in Fuyuki, a path to the root, to obtain the Third Magic again. Since the Einzberns were preeminent Magi, it should have been little problem to win the wars, and it was almost like they were using the other two families for their own ends. Right?

Despite being one of the founding families, their performance record in the battle royale could only be described as relatively dismal, with no wins whatsoever, despite their consistent participation. They never won a Grail war. The sure victory promised in the design by their Magi, hundreds of years ago, never came to fruition. They were the best Magi, the purest, but they lost every time.

He and his family had tried to it before, five times to be exact. Each time it was a failure in a cruel mockery of fate to summon the Holy Grail, who never gave the chance for a miracle for one person. Every participant in the Holy Grail war was just too good at killing each other to actually survive the conflict. All the war did was to guarantee more bloodbath every time. Jubstacheit began to even wonder if working together with the Tohsakas and Makiris in the past was a huge mistake the whole time.

Their Masters were all eliminated early on in the first three wars. In the Fourth War, though, their Master was a professional magus killer with superb abilities, and he betrayed them in the end. Lastly, despite their extensive preparations of breeding a homunculus Ilya specifically to become the most powerful Master, and summoning already the grossly strongest hero to ever live as a Berserker to take advantage of the Class' Mad Enhancement ability, the Fifth War ended in a disaster that almost wiped an entire city off the map, which by some miracle managed to keep the city intact. But clearly, they had failed once again. Well, at least the good news was that she survived the war without a scratch on her body.

Right now, Jubstacheit used the strong lay lines here in Germany to boost the summoning ritual with more power as emitting waves of energy, which filled the place with an ominous atmosphere.

The results of the past five previous Heavens Feels were clear. As with the past thousand years, Einzbern, once again, failed in their efforts to acquire the Holy Grail. Thanks to this, Jubstacheit von Einzbern, head of the family, learned several valuable lessons:

1) Do not rely on outsiders - learned in the Fourth War, with the betrayal of Emiya Kiritsugu. The problem with Kiritsugu, the Einzbern decided, was that he was in control, not a servitor understanding of their position. While they would not normally use outsiders at all, they had reached desperation. Their name has fallen, and they reach for any advantage that they can. They must have third magic. Immediately. Application of this lesson in the Fifth War was flawed.

2) Do not overspecialize in one field - learned in the Fourth War, with the kidnapping of Irisviel due to inadequate personal defensive capabilities, and assumed to be a similar case in the Fifth War. A defense is necessary. A Master is not just a Prana tank, they need personal defense capabilities in case the Servant is preoccupied. However, one must also take into account that the Homunculus may begin failing as the war progresses, so they cannot rely on the physical strength of the Homunculus. In addition, the Mansion presents a glaring target and was assaulted at least two wars in a row.

3) Do not allow the enemy to identify your Master, minimize the chances of this happening - learned in the Fifth War, assumed to be the reason the second problem possibly recurred. While it is assumed that an Einzbern will be participating in the war, there is no reason to broadcast the identity of the Servant or make one's presence known at all times. While one will still be identifiable as a Homunculus, goals should still be taken to 'surprise' opponents. Kiritsugu's success, combined with Ilya's failure led to this idea.

To the problems postulated by these lessons, solutions were formulated by making a new ultimate homunculus that was designed to function as long as possible, and a magecraft complement that training in Homunculus usage would be more deadly, as well as teaching the new homunculus what had before been viewed as slightly underhanded tactics, but the Einzbern success had been greatest when they were used. While not stooping to modern technology, they would train the new homunculus to be more ruthless in his/her own abilities, where Irisviel had failed, and not to completely rely on her/his Servant like Ilyasviel had. On top of that, she/he would be able to provide her Servant and the puppet masters' Servants with beyond the prana of any normal magus that existed in the war.

As it was to celebrate its own triumph, a beam of light lit up the place. "It is perfect, just perfect." Jubstacheit nodded proudly to himself as he felt the summoning ritual brimming with rich power. It was done and now the only thing left to do was ensure his victory by summoning Servants with the catalyst that he has chosen.

With that, Jubstacheit stood in front of the ritual while surrounded by homunculus servants and his family alike in the great hall of Einzbern castle. "The ritual is now complete and ready to begin," he declared as it was a matter of fact. "Now, is the catalyst that I have prepared?" he asked as one of the worthless descendants appeared with a big box.

A young man with white hair and an excited grin with an unmistakable hint of greed hidden under his eyes stepped forward holding the big box under his arms. "It is here, grandfather, and so is the magic circle," he said with an almost greedy smile that was hidden under his false enthusiasm. "Now, the question is, who shall be our champion?"

Jubstacheit lifted an eyebrow at him. Did he think to be expected of being chosen of Master of a Servant himself? A foolish man, he would die the moment he enters the war with that kind of mind.

"You will get your chance as this new Holy Grail can support many servants. It should have been clear to all of you that there would not be only one master for every three founding families. For those, there would be more than one and I trust enough for all of you to bring victory to our house," Jubstacheit answered his question.

And with those words, he strode into the circle and studied the big box before opening it.

It was a shield that would have seen better times, but it would suffice. He was able to feel the sort of heat from the touch of the shield that still echoed through the fabric of the tool. It was no doubt it would be the perfect catalyst for this certain someone. A person that is much easier to control.

A knight and a saint who was one of the three achievers of the Holy Grail and the only one to obtain it to return it to heavens. What better way than one who has success and is capable of obtaining the real Holy Grail?

Jubstacheit placed the shield in the middle of the circle and then placed himself at the opposite end of the magical circle. He raised his right hand as the magical circle glowed brightly and began the incantation.

(Note, the Servant summoning ritual word is in German word by google translate)

Lassen Sie Silber und Stahl das Wesen sein.

Lassen Sie Stein und der Erzherzog von Verträgen die Grundlage sein.

Lassen Sie Rot dies Farbe, die ich zolle.

Lassen Sie eine Wand gegen den Wind steigen, die fallen sollen.

Lassen Sie die vier Himmelstore schließen.

Lassen Sie die Drei-Weggabelung von der Krone erreicht ins Reich drehen. "

"Lassen Sie es gefüllt werden. Wieder. Wieder. Wieder. Wieder.

Lassen Sie es das Fünffache für jede Umdrehung gefüllt werden, einfach mit jeder Füllung bricht auseinander.

Each of those words helped to activate the magical circle until a blinding light filled the place.

Jubstacheit smiled as he waited for the command spells and his servant to appear before him, the acceleration of the prana raced throughout the magical circle, reaching its uttermost limit

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After a few seconds later, Jubstacheit slowly stopped smiling as he sensed something wrong. "What is the meaning of this!?" the Old Man Acht suddenly burst out in anger. "There's got to be some sort of mistake," he murmured to himself.

Minutes or two passed and nothing had shown up in the circle. The eighth and current head of the Einzbern family had grown impatient of waiting and angrily threw a fit. "Bring the-."

Jubstacheit was cut off from his words when something emerged from the summoning circle "Oh, it looks like it's finally beginning." He beamed, eagerly leaning forward and trying to look at the servants.

However, those eyes immediately stumbled across a peculiar sight as a pair of thin arms made of prana appeared in front of them.

"What is this!" Jubstacheit shouted as this was not part of the plan, with murmurs spoken uneasily amongst themselves. "This is absurd!"

"That is not going to happen, old man," a deep chuckle was heard from the summoning circle. "I will be taking this, thank you very much." The prana arm took the shield and disappeared through the summoning circle.

"Damn you! Show yourself!" Jubstacheit screamed in anger as he searched around the circle, ready to blast the intruder with his bare hands. "So that I can rip you apart for stealing from me!" "Answer me, you imbecile!"

"Down here you old fart," which he looked down and saw a small hand waving at him. "Yo, what's up? It has been a long time since we've seen each other."

"Avenger, identify your master!" Jubstacheit declared, his white beard trembling in rage as he remembers that they subverted the usual system in an attempt to summon the Zoroastrian god, Angra Mainyu in the third Holy Grail who only found out that Avenger was a weak Servant without any abilities. "On whose order is this? Do your Master not understand who he is stealing from?!"

"Yeah, I know who I am stealing from and I don't really care, at the all my Master wants this catalyst from you and I Avenger can not agree with this more than ever," The hand said in a carefree tone. "Consider this as revenge for calling me garbage back in the third war. So who's laughing now, my old friend? And rejoice your wish, it will finally eventually succeed beyond your wildest imaginations, you will know that your plan backfired horribly."

Having lost his patience at this kind of humiliation of getting his catalyst stolen and get mocking by a half-ass of a servant, the eighth and current head of the Einzbern family was about to give some orders when more prana arms came out of the summoning circles and attacked homunculus servants and his family members while the summoning circles turned red as it began overloading with prana.

Jubstacheit's eyes widened as he stepped far back from the explode range.

Kaboom! The summoning circles exploded, destroying half of the area and injuring some of the homunculus and Einzberns members with a few heavy cuts and bruises. "Demonic Laughing, Bye Bye, NO TREATS FOR YOU!"

The homunculus and Einzberns members raced to their members as they were getting the wounded healed up using their healing magecraft, which was not used to recover the flesh of the injured people, but rather to lessen the great burden felt by a subject.

Jubstacheit von Einzbern was shaking with rage. Usually, he was calm most of the time within half of the century, but now he's snapped his emotion bubble up as he was suffering failure and more failure and once again more failure, only to see his summoning circle get destroyed before it even started.

"Benny...bring me, everyone," the Old Man Acht said in a quiet voice.

"What, what do you mean, 'everyone'?" Benny asked.

"EVER-RY-ONE!" Jubstacheit shouted in expressed violent uncontrollable anger. "GET EVERYONE TO START MANUFACTURING GOLEMS, DOLL SERVANTS AND MORE HOMUNCULUS NOW! DAMN YOU AVENGER AND YOUR NEW MASTER, DAMN ALL OF YOU TO HELL!" He raged on to the sky as he kept ranting about how he was going to make them suffer for everything that went wrong with the Holy Grail.

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Paracelsus von Hohenheim was done beefing up the security. Barriers had been put up with magic in the entrance-way, the corridors, the stairs and on the door to each bedroom. He was standing alone in the darkness and it suited him well, just the shadows and darkness suited him too. Right now he was in the middle of creating artificial Phantasmal Beasts from the remnants of Elementals, Homunculi, and the Automata dolls.

Saint George was just standing in front of the Holy Grail and sneaking a quick look at Lu Bu to make sure he was not doing anything suspicious, before continuing to look back at the cup. Lü Bu Fèngxiān was just standing near it with his huge halberd and doing nothing at all but staring into space with his white blank plain eyes.

It was a normal time in the basement as the three servants were doing their normal routine. That was when the Holy Grail started to flash bright and the servants turned their heads toward the cup.

They watched as the Holy Grail spat out a shield which landed on top of Lu Bu's head.

Saint George and Paracelsus soon went back to what they were doing as Lu Bu took the shield out of his head and threw it into one of the boxes.

The General of repetition snorted as if in distaste of that small scene and stared into space once more.

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OK, a lot of things are going on here in this chapter but I don't to go to talk about what is going on in this chapter as you should figure this out for yourself. But let said that lot of factions and people are making their own move and are build their own ground to stay long as possible.

Time to answer some of the Guest reviews

Guest chapter 22 . Aug 31: What will bens team members be (outside of the servants) will it be just Raymundo, Alex, and Flanna: Yes, they would the only team member outside of the servants

Guest chapter 22 . Sep 9 Good point about the servants being immune to the geass plus's don't the servants have bravery, mental pollution, and few other skills that can negate the geass control and mind reading (which would be useful against Mao): Yes, those type of skill can negate the geass control and mind reading too as you do not want to know what is in their head because your mind can not handle what you see. Also, Servants are not weak-mind as they are called Heroes for good reason and would not submit that easily, their Magic Resistance make resist those mind interfering spells much easily. All of the geass which are mostly like to be related to the mind, influencing such things as will, thought, memory, and perception not very effective to servants, which can shrug the effects of curses easily which are also not very good in direct combat in comparison to the other methods which, overuse and/or mental instability it can lead the user to become unable to control their Geass, making it become permanently active and one logical weakness of geass is that it would not work on blind person as he/she who cannot see it.

Guest chapter 22 . Sep 12 It would be interesting to see a Saint Seiya x fate stay night crossover where the saints (the ones from the show or OCS) participate in the 5th holy grail war, not as servants but masters: I would not make a Saint Seiya x fate stay night crossover because, in my opinion, it is one of the worse manga plot lines that I ever read and yes I read it most of it almost the whole way as my school has most of the volume. There were so many ass pulls and almost the recycled script, the entire Saint Seiya universe is not good to make a good story out of it.

Guest chapter 1 . Sep 2 Gilgamesh and Ramses are both friendly in fate grand order just so you know(saw it on a video): thank you for that and I saw it too.

Guest chapter 22 . Sep 17 How about an interesting twist where Benjamin's parent adopt a little girl and now Benjamin and flanna have to protect their new sibling (can be in this story or the sequel): That is not a twist but just random idea out of nowhere

Guest chapter 22 . Sep 21 Arturia Lancer Alter does have a helmet when you summon her in grand order she wearing one: That was a typo which I saw it when I check the old one.

Guest chapter 1 . Sep 27: you gotta summon Love Valentine from Jojo verse as ruler so he can become a new president of United States!: That because you read "A Holy War" by MightyMiget does not mean I would summon him and as Ruler class which Love Valentine has to be a Catholic saint and one of the requirements for a Heroic Spirit to be summoned in Ruler class is neutral good that mean to protect the concept of the Holy Grail War itself, takes neither side of the battle, but only acts in the interest of the Grail and possessing no desire for the Holy Grail which I am sure that Love Valentine has a wish in mind. So no, I would not summon him and this is not a crossover so do not suggest me to summon someone from anime/manga or game.

Guest chapter 22 . Aug 31 How about changing the ideas from Code Geass like instead of Lelouch killing Clovis its Kiritsugu or servant version of Kirei and can you have Euphy meet Archer Emiya, Chu Chulainn or Lancelot when he's normal and maybe have her fall in love with one them: I would still make Lelouch killing Clovis and Euphy would meet one of them up close but not fall in love with one of them.

Guest chapter 22 . Sep 10 Code Geass idea every battle the most important part is the moral of the troops so Britannia seeing Arturia and her Knights plus Jack the Ripper might strike fear in them (mostly jack because the fear she made back then) also after the battle they return the countries Britannia took and maybe have the kings rule them for example Arturia ruling Britannia, Iskandar Europe: Good ideas but Jack the Ripper would go on a rampage killing innocents along the way, I would make Arturia female form into the Fate/Prototype male of King Arthur because I like the design of the armor and the helmet that was on Fate/Kaleid Liner Prisma Illya Drei! manga in Ch 40 the Departed swordsman and only 8 of the Knights of the Round Table would appear in the Code Geass because they actually appear in Fate series. Yes, Iskandar would rule Europe once more as he desires to conquer the world

Guest chapter 22 . Sep 9 How about in the Akame Ga Kill story they recruit some characters they save to go to the Empire to get supplies like Sayo, spear, Fal, Air and Luna because they don't deserve to die especially like the way they did also which of the servants can beat Seryu/Coro and Esdeath because I think Hercules and Gilgamesh can take them: Yes, they would recruit or save those type of characters as I always feel sad for them to die more than the members of Night Raid who I do not give a shit about them as their goals are so pointless without any plan of peaceful reform from the inside and their methods is endless tasks of assassinated so their claims seem to be little more than heroic self-deprecation. Yes, you are right that almost of the servants can beat most of the Akame Ga Kill characters if servants take the battle seriously and do not drag the fight too long or the Akame Ga Kill characters may have an ace or two in their hand to surprised servants and get out of there alive.

An idea is for Battle for Esdeath is making her face to face against Karna the invulnerable hero of the Indian epic Mahabharata like Ice and Fire that would have lasted for a day or two which would have the battlefield permanently be frozen on one-half and burning on the other.

The other idea for a battle is Siegfried the Dragon-Blooded Knight doing a big damn hero moment of saving Sheele who was about gets ripped in half by Koro before being eaten by him which the Siegfried the true Hero of Justice fight against Seryu Ubiquitous the twisted view Hero of Justice would be something to be seen.

Guest chapter 22 . Sep 12 Two questions 1 in the queens blade idea which time of the series would you pick to start in the beginning where Leina fighting Melona, when Leona runs from the castle or in the forest of the elves 2 in the fire emblem awakening one which robin would you pick the male or female also about pairing the ones I could think is Chu ChulainxCherche, TharjaxJekyll, and CordeliaxLancelot: In queens blade, the series starts at when Leina was fighting Melona or after the fight.

In the fire emblem awakening, there would be both Robin, male and female. For the pairing, Tharjas have unhealthy obsession with both of the Avatars, regardless of their gender so I don't think that she can be pair with Jekyll, CordeliaxLancelot is good one as they are almost alike to each other and Chu ChulainxCherche is also fine with me as Cú Chulainn see Cherche as mix of the iron lady fundamentally similar to his master Scáthach and his wife Emer which Cú Chulainn said that back in life, he had bad luck with 4 women

Guest chapter 22 . Sep 27 Great chapter and what would Minamoto no Yorimitsu and Rama think of Benjamin and Flanna: Minamoto no Yorimitsu would see both of them as her own children which Benjamin and Flanna don't mind of her overbearing motherly love but would get freak out by her getting a thing for them as she doesn't really grasp the difference between motherly love and romance. Rama fundamentally takes a somewhat haughty behavior which impression of an impertinent brat with an average elder in terms of knowledge to them and both of them would found him in an amusing way

Guest chapter 22 . Aug 30 First off you are forgetting, heroes can be summoned from the past, present and FUTURE, so there is nothing saying that later Ado Edem died and became a Heroic spirit (for a person that one-shots Ultimate ones I think he is quite famous): It said that he ends up imprisoned in the Witch Swift Umbrella, a disposal yard made in the Great Rift, due the A-Rays, Liners, and Knights believing his ability is too powerful. The prison is described as a castle with many impenetrable doors and a single throne deep inside where a prisoner is bound by a thousand chains that connect to the ceiling and walls like spiderwebs.

Guest chapter 19 . Oct 3 When you summon Archer Emiya, be sure to know that of all servant he is going to be the most overprotective: Yeah, Emiya, with now free from his contract with Alaya and he is no long burdened by his role as a Counter Guardian. Which he no long regret pursuing his ideals of becoming a "Hero of justice" but instead he made peace with them. It's all the more apparent that Archer is freed, the cold, spiteful demeanor is gone, and he has become Emiya Shirou once again.