I don't think many of you were expecting an update so soon after how incredibly long the previous chapter was, but I had lots of free time today. So, here's an update.


"So, how's the you-know-what going?" Leeroy whispered to Ian.

"It's going decently." Ian whispered back.

It was the Monday after the siege of Caster's base. Leeroy was pretty much out of the loop now in regards to the Grail War due to having lost his Servant.

"This weekend, Caster of Omega was taken out. Unfortunately, it ended up costing us Rider. But, Caster somehow hacked the Grail and summoned another Servant. Caster's Master and that Servant, Mordred, ran off and I sent Assassin after them, but they just vanished. And for some reason, Caster was deemed a liability by the leader of the Omega faction, so he sent Lancer and Berserker after her. Mordred and her Master are now likely a wild card because of how Omega backstabbed them."

The teacher then began speaking, prompting the two to turn their attention to the front of the class.


Fate/new dawn
Chapter 19: Aftermath of the Siege


Harry groaned as he woke up. Hangovers were the worst thing about getting drunk. When he left Frederick's mansion, the first thing he did was head to the nearest bar and drink as much as he could. The situation had gotten even more stressful now. Not only was Jeffrey a possible loose cannon, Marcus was involved in the Grail War. In all likelihood, the shaggy man would have to worry about Marcus sending his Servant to hunt him down. He sounded very upset when he saw Harry.

He knew it was a bad idea to come back to Philburg.

"Should have stayed in Vegas..." Harry muttered.

"You okay?" Lancer asked.

"Tch. Hangover's a b**** to deal with. At least it only last for a little bit." Harry replied. "But that psycho b****'s dumba** brother's gonna be a whole other animal."

"I told you that you shouldn't avoid them." the spearman said. "Knew that you weren't gonna have a say in whether or not you ran into them."

"Can it, Lancer."

The blue-haired man shrugged. Harry grabbed the TV remote and pressed the power button to turn it on. The first thing that Harry saw was a news report.

"Overnight, the office of a money-lending company, suspected by many to be loan sharks, was attacked by an unknown serial killer. The scene of the crime was reminiscent of the murders at a bar three-weeks ago. Every single person in the building had their hearts torn out, though many of them appeared to have died because of suffocation after the perpetrator seemingly gassed the vents. Unfortunately, no evidence pointing to the murdrer's identity was found. Anyone with information that could reveal the murder's identity is urged to contact authorities immediately."

"Godd***." Harry cursed as he turned the TV off. "F***ing War's turning this city into a madhouse."


Once again the Pythons tried to attack Wesley at his apartment. Once again, he fought them off. But they didn't seem to have learned their lesson and gathered with some of their other friends to jump him when he was about to leave the building. It still didn't go well for them. Yet, more of those punks jumped him again while he was on his way to work. It went as expected and Wesley fought them off.

Unfortunately for them, they had tried his patience to the point where he was beyond fed up with the gang. Normally, he wouldn't have been able to charge their base. But now, he had a Berserker that he could sic on them even though he'd prefer to not cause too much trouble.

But getting jumped three times in a row in one day was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Berserker, tonight we are going to kick the ever-lovin' s*** outta them." the thuggish man muttered.

"Hmph... Time to rebel." the insane gladiator replied.


Marcus spent most of the day trying to find either Harry or Jeffrey using his drones. One was Ian's deadbeat father who ran off as soon as he could and left Jenny to raise Ian by herself. Probably wouldn't care that she died ten years ago anyway. The other was the psycho responsible for the disaster that occurred at the end of the previous War. Jeffrey was a higher priority because he would cause another disaster if left unchecked, so he had to eliminated as soon as possible. But no matter how high a priority either of those two were, it was personal for Marcus.

Every last part of him wanted to find Harry so that he could give him a piece of his mind. At the same time, part of him was debating on what to do with Harry. He was tempted to carry out what Jenny said if she ever found him as soon as he could.

"If I ever find him, I'm cutting his dick and balls off, shoving them down his throat, and then shoving a rebar as deep up his a** as it can go."

...On second thought, maybe not.

Marcus wanted to beat the crap out of Harry, but what Jenny wanted to do to him was absolutely brutal.

But at the same time, the CEO believed that Ian deserved to meet his father at least once. Though, Harry was around for the first year of Ian's life and then found an opportunity to run off. But it was the first year of his life, so of course he didn't remember a thing about it. Hardly anyone has memory good enough that they remember things that happened when they were less than one-year-old. So, as far as Ian was concerned, he never met his father.

"Master."

The voice came out of nowhere and honestly scared Marcus. Fortunately, it was just Archer.

"Master, it's two in the afternoon and you haven't eaten lunch yet." the Heroic Spirit of the Bow said.

Marcus felt like an idiot for that. He was so caught up in juggling his work and trying to find Harry and Jeffrey that he neglected something so basic as eating. He pressed a button on an earpiece and spoke into it. He stood up and began walking out of his office. There was a deli near the building and the black-haired man liked to go there for lunch. Archer went into spirit form and followed. He walked towards the elevator and waited a little bit before it arrived. He walked in, rode it down to the first floor, and when it arrived there, began to make his way out of the building and to the deli.


"How is it?" Abraham asked.

"It hasn't developed much. It's still only stage two and has a mild chance of being fatal. Thankfully, treatment should get rid of it fairly easily." Doctor Jaime Rivera explained.

Doctor Rivera was a tall Hispanic man with a fairly light skin tone and dark hair and eyes. He wore a blue button-up shirt underneath a white doctor's coat with white pants and black shoes.

"I see." Abraham nodded.

"We will have to see into scheduling a treatment as soon as possible." Doctor Rivera said. "I am hoping that it won't be more than a month, because then we may run the risk of it possibly advancing into stage three lung cancer."

"Okay. Thank you."


It was now nighttime.

For Spartacus, it was time for the rebellion against the oppressors to begin.

Wesley had figured out where the Pythons' base was and was making his way to it. He was seen by two goons but quickly pulled out a gun to shoot them. He then reached the door to the building that they were holed up in. He holstered the pistol and took the gun case off his back to open it. An AR-15 was pulled out of the case and he began to load it.

"Ready?" he whispered.

"Indeed!" Berserker sounded as giddy as a schoolgirl. "My love shall destroy all oppressors!"

Wesley kicked the door open and almost as soon as he stepped in, a shower of blue particles appeared in front of him as Berserker materialized.

"OPPRESSORS!" Berserker roared.

"WHAT DA F*** IS THAT?" one punk yelled.

Berserker charged right for the nearest punk as Wesley quickly closed the door and locked it. As soon as he did, he began to open fire with the AR-15. The punks futilely tried to shoot, stab, or swing at Berserker, but to no avail. The mad gladiator grabbed a table and threw it across the room at some of the punks at such high velocity that it killed anyone unfortunately enough to be in its way and shattered upon hitting the wall.

"The tyrants shake in terror! My rebellion endures forever!" Berserker declared.

To call it a fight would have implied that both sides had an equal chance of victory. This was not a fight. It was more like a massacre. The Pythons only lasted a few minutes before every last one of them in the building were dead.

"Good riddance." Wesley said after shooting the last of them.

"We are victorious! The oppressors shall never trample upon the weak again! My rebellion is eternal and indestructible."


The next morning, Richard and Ruler were examining the now wrecked area that was the Pythons' base.

"One thing's for certain, whoever caused this had a Servant backing them up." Richard said.

"But why would they do this?" Ruler asked. "It's senseless. They may have been criminals, but nothing could justify this!"

"Unfortunately, not everyone sees it that way, Marie." the FBI agent sighed. "But I have a guess as to who did this."

"Wesley King. He's quite infamous around these parts for his long-standing feud with the Pythons." Richard explained. "It's only been a year, but for one man to singlehandedly fight a gang for that long is fairly impressive."

"King himself hasn't ever taken any aggressive action beyond fighting back when attacked."

"Then why would he suddenly take aggressive action?" the blonde questioned.

"Yesterday, there were reports of him being attacked by members of the gang. Each of these reports happened with a good amount of time separating them, meaning that he was attacked three times in one day."

"Unfortunately for them, it seems that King is one of the Masters. And his Servant is a Berserker, no less. This damage is not the kind that you would expect from anyone else."

"But as per Operation Holy Grail's protocols, we cannot divulge information considered to have relation to the Holy Grail War. We're just going to have to pretend that we never found anything that points to the perpetrator's identities."


Okay, this chapter and the next serve as something of a break for everyone after the chaos that unfolded in Caster's base. It's definitely going to be a calm before the storm type of thing because, as I said last chapter, lots of things are going to be happening. A lot of character arcs are going to get quite intense and many of them will end up intersecting. Ian's character development in particular is going to be quite intense because of his psychotic tendencies and it will end up intersecting with most of the others.

Now for the reviews.

KnightOfZaku: Thanks. I put a lot of work into that chapter and appreciate that you think it's awesome. Though, I do have to correct you on one thing; Spartacus was nowhere near close to killing Heracles. He did bring him down to nine lives out the twelve he has total, which means that there's still quite a ways to go before Heracles kicks the bucket. As for Ian's reaction to Harry coming back after so long, I'm not going to say anything.

Devin sands: Thanks, but I have already decided on who Saber was during the last War. but thank you for the recommendations.

So, leave a review. Constructive criticism will be accepted. Flames will be used to make s'mores. See ya!