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A/N: I spent an hour on the toilet yesterday 'cause the water pump broke again. Can't be helped, it's Summer and demands are high, but it shouldn't happen again… Hopefully. Here is an Ep- compensation for the two delays. Enjoy. Also, a Reader told me I forgot to change the line breaker and I realized he's right so I fixed it. It's just a cosmetic change, nothing to pay attention to.

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Well, I wasn't even going to lie, the meeting could have gone much better… But, it could've gone a lot worse too, so I'd count that as a win in my books. If you wished to live in the Moonlit World, it'd be best you learn this one simple fact: Any conversation- at any given moment- could and likely would turn into a fight. You just needed to know when to back off, and when to continue your advances.

Half of my clients and business-partners were comprised of people I had beefed with once or twice, but a surprising majority understood that feelings, emotions and hurt-egos were nothing in the face of profits-

It's temporary, while benefits- be it monetary or something else- were a language everyone, even those who're incomprehensively alien to Humanity could recognize.

Besides, my intention in this meeting had already been achieved. I was never going to convince Illya of Kiritsugu's innocence, not in such a short time, but I could plant the seeds of doubt in her mind early- seeds which would grow more and more once the adrenaline wore off and the albino decided to really give my words some thoughts.

It shouldn't be too hard to free the late Magus Killer of blames, especially with how fucking shitty Jubstacheit treated her. A whisper here, a mutter there and I'd be able to turn Illya to my cause… And if worse came to worst, I could always use my Ultimate Weapon: The 'Harem Protagonist' himself- or I guessed it's herself now. Obviously, I couldn't keep Shiro's elder sister a secret from her, but I could play on her sympathy, heroism.

I didn't believe Illya would be able to stay stubborn once faced with her younger sister. At a first glance, the albino was both psychotic and unreasonable, but I knew her real wish- deep down, Illya von Einzbern yearned for a family- a real family, something which Shiro- bless her kind heart- was no doubt more than willing to give her if asked.

Although, that sure was fucking scary.

I had faced Apostles, seen Monsters who lurked beyond our perception,

But having an enraged Herakles on my ass was an experience I was not looking forwards to any time soon. Unfortunately, it seemed the Game's trying to goad me into taking a shot at the Greek Hero.

[Quest: To Tackle A Legend!]

Difficulty: Leonis Must Die!

Faced with a Legendary Hero to the Modern Age, how can you- A bonafide Gamer- Resist the urge to test your strength and, with any Luck, perhaps evenprevail against nigh insurmountable odds–

Immediately, I rejected and closed the Quest Notification. Thankfully, unlike the other Quests I had received up to this point, there was not really a Consequence for failing or spurning the Quest. "No… Hell-to the fucking-no. Go fuck yourself, [Game]. Whoever's giving me these Quests, if you're listening, I sincerely hope you get a sharp, rusty and jagged pipe shoved up your asshole until it's leaking bloody shits, you motherfucking–"

Why on God's green Earth would the Game make that a Quest if it knew the odds were, 'insurmountable' in the first place?! There was no way I'd accept the Quest as I was, five entire Ranks below the Servant in almost every Attribute!

Breath in,

Breath out, Leonis.

I was the picture-perfect of calmness, I'd not be irked by silly, trivial things like this. 'Really? Because from where I'm standing, you're the exact opposite.'

'Whatever.' I replied, rolling my eyes. 'But seriously though, who the fuck are you talking to?'

'I have told you again and again, I'm talking to the voices in my head.' I said, deadpanning while simultaneously schooling my expression into something graver. 'Hardy-Ha-Ha… Very funny, Leo. Creative too.'

If you couldn't tell, that's called sarcasm.

"I know, I know–" With a step, I transitioned from the crater-filled clearing to my bedroom in my fortified Castle, ignoring the mockery as I put my hands up in 'defeat'. "– I am fucking hilarious."

'Yes… Leonis Magnum, ever the comedian.' Angra drawled in his ghostly form, his sunken, hollowed eyes somehow able to roll despite his lacking eyeballs. 'This moment shall be carved into the annals of history! The World itself shall forever remember you- Lord Leonis Magnum for your comedic genius!'

"All hail his Lordship!" Caught up in the moments, I decided to humor him. It's times like this that I truly treasured the Daemon's friendship. Angra might no be the most self-aware person ever, but his poor attempts at humor did amuse me more than I'd care to admit. 'All hail Leonis- the comedic prodigy!'

We both screeched, giggling all the way like excited children. "… Leo-senpai, who're you talking to?"

I turned to see Shiro, seeming weirded out. Her eyes kept firmly on me- unblinking. I must have missed her when teleporting. In my defense, I didn't always have Spatial-Awareness up and ready since it caused me sensory-overload. My already toothy, unnerving grin widened at her question, 'Don't do it, Leo.'

But it's too late.

"The voices in my head."

I repeated my previous answer, cackling maniacally while the smol Heroine just looked on at my antics, visibly confused by my words.

"I- You- What?!"

"Nothing, Shiro." I shook. "It's an inside joke. You guys made lunch yet?"

Seeing me change the subject, the smol Heroine no longer pursued the matter. "We did. Archer, Sakura and I cooked lunch a while ago, but we couldn't find you so I thought I'd wait for you in your room…"

"C'mon–" I gestured, wagging my index finger.

"– Let's go." Nodding, we made to exit the room together, thoughts remaining on the promise of delicious foods.

There were a lot of things I had to worry about: Like securing the Temple the Princess of Colchis had taken control of in the canon- The very same Temple where nearly, if not all of Fuyuki's leylines crossed and met. But, as that one saying went, 'Even the Lord never pours his wrath upon thee at mealtimes.'

A message Artoria would no doubt agree with wholeheartedly…

After all, nobody could hope to work efficiently on an empty stomach. "I'm starving."

Honestly, worrying about Berserker's retaliations had consumed much more of my calories than actually getting in a fight with him did, especially when he had other- better things to occupy himself with such as his precious and veryvulnerable Master for example. Most people might not notice due to how fast-paced our battle was, but throughout the battle, the Greek Hero had been constantly glancing back to his Master,

Same went for the homunculus maid using a Class Card.

If both weren't distracted from the fight, they might have hurt me a lot worse and Herakles definitelt would never have fallen for my cheap trickery.

The fact his Demigod Vitality hindered [God Hand] was a nice, yet unexpected surprise as well.

We're talking about the Hero who equaled Artoria in techniques while under the effects of [Madness Enhancement]. Sure, I could do that too, but I had Skills to offset the detriments, not to mention my version of Skill was of a much lower Rank, unlike his… Hopefully, for the sake of my sanity, I'd never ever have to fight him again.

Once was more than enough for me.

"Leo…?"

Snapped awake from my musings by Shiro's soft voice, I glanced at the girl- Well, I guessed it's young woman now? Or was it young teen?- staring hollowly at her.

"Shiro-chan, did you just refer to me as Leo?"

"I- Yes?" She stuttered, visibly confused by my reaction.

"But you never call me that. It's always been 'Leo-senpai'."

Shyly, Shiro twiddled her thumbs. "Well- Well, we're not children anymore and are actually close in age so I thought–"

"Absolutely not!" I cut in, offended that she'd have such thoughts, hissing like a cat. "You're not gonna stop calling me Leo-senpai! I will not allow such travesty to happen at this point in my life!"

Backing away, Shiro frowned, eyebrows creasing slightly yet the red-tint on her skin remained still as she whispered. "There isn't even really a difference–"

"Of course there is!" I protested angrily, huffing as I crossed my arms. "'Leo-senpai' warms my heart, just 'Leo' does not. You were fine calling me senpai the other day, what happened?!"

"Leo, I–"

Unwilling to hear her out, I walked into another direction, repeating. "It's Leo-senpai. Get it right or we're not continuing this conversation."

"Fine!" Shiro yanked me by the shoulder, lips opening and closing whilst she struggled to form the words. 'Ah… An embarrassed Shiro is truly the best Shiro.'

"Le- Leo-senpai. Are you happy now?" Her eyes darted to the side, refusing to look at me. Unfortunately, while I enjoyed messing with her, we had been gone for too long. Longer and Taiga- the gluttonous Tigress- might lick our plates clean. "Now that's more like it. What did you want to say to me?"

"I just- I realized I never told you how glad I am that you're back so…" Pulling me in a hug, the Redhead rested her chin on my shoulder. "I'm glad you're back, Leo."

"Ehem-!" I coughed threateningly, and Shiro was forced to relent, letting loose a sigh as she begrudgingly added, stressing the word in faux irritation. "Senpai. Leo-senpai."

"That's better."

Putting my mouth near her ear, watching in amusement as the appendage twitched cutely, burning crimson.

I couldn't believe how long had passed, it felt like just yesterday when I was close to Shiro in height… Now she's half a head shorter than I was. 'Time sure flies, huh?'

"Once we've had lunch, I have something to tell you." I whispered, it's high-time I told Shiro about her long-lost, albino sister. At least this conversation wasn't gonna be as awkward as others, mainly because of how forgiving the smol Heroine was. Although, I doubted she'd still be as glad once she learnt the secret I had kept from her all these years.

"If you two want to flirt, do so in the confines of your own room."

A voice- masculine and filled with sarcasm- snapped us out of our little moment. I glanced back to find Archer there, in a butler suit and on his face was growing irritation matching mine. Within the brief time after the Servant had interrupted us, Shiro had pushed me off in embarrassment. "For the records, we weren't flirting… Plus this is my fortress, what I say goes and I say public displays of affection are allowed."

"Whatever, just come quickly! We've been able to stave off Taiga's advances thus far, but I don't know how long Rin and Sakura can keep her greedy paws off the foods." Shiro and I traded looks at the conjured images, smiled, then chuckled, which soon turned into the two of us howling as we clutched our bellies in pain, exhausted by the laughter wracking our bodies.

"You two done?" Archer drawled, clearly not as amused as us.

"Y-Ha- Yeah, I- Uhmmm- I think we're done. Let's go."

— [Fate: FS] —

Three years,

Himari had worked for the Fujimura Group for three years, while on the surface, it's merely another Yakuza Organization, the Core of their Group was founded by powerful Martial Artists- likeminded people who knew of the threats and scary monsters lurking in every corner… Or so it's said.

Yet, during her years in the Group, Himari had never encountered any of these monsters. Sure, there were the occasional twisted-fucks who murdered, raped and maimed people just for the fun of it, but real monsters? She had never once seen one. She had thought it's just a story made up by the Miss Fujimura in order to brainwash the lesser of their Group,

She's wrong.

Himari realized as she took in the grisly sight before her,

Fifteen bodies, all of whom belonged to young women in their early-twenties to mid-thirties,

Their corpses had been brutalized, there were even signs of rape, but what drew her attention the most was instead the faded outline of some sort of magical circle left for all to observe on the charred ground. Himari wasn't a Magus, at least not to her knowledge, though reading the files their Group had on Magecraft was enough to… Enlighten her to what took place. "Dammit, there are no survivors, Himari. We're too late."

Her partner- a man in his forties with a goatee- commented, visibly angered by the sight.

To make matters worse, the Fuyuki Police Department had reported multiple strange killings taking places all over the City, and all the signs pointed to this being the work of a hostile Magus- or several. She wasn't certain which one she preferred it to be, one insanely powerful and resourceful Magus working alone, or a whole group of these nutjobs invading her City.

Unconsciously, her mind wandered to the Alternative: She could escape right now, Himari could flee the City using the PTSD excuse, claiming she had been traumatized by the deaths and no one would be able to say anything. How could they? Most of their Group was comprised of men- young or old- it didn't matter, point's the Magus' targets had been primarily women whom (s)he had no doubt abused. Her colleagues would not fault her for fleeing.

In fact, they might even sympathize with her feelings.

Himari really, really didn't want to be his next victim, yet at the same time, she questioned: Could she ever live with herself, knowing she had the chance to do goods, to make changes- real changes, however small it might be- to save lives and rejected it? The answer was clearer than ever to Himari as she gently took the mummified corpse of a child into her arms.

The corpse- girl was young.

She's smaller than Himari's brother, probably younger too.

The look of frozen horror on her marred, desiccated face was not something Himari could forget or forgive for the rest of her life.

While their targets had mainly been older women, there were a few exceptions… Two kidnapped school children and five teenagers- all of these people, deadbecause one twisted motherfucker believed they could freely play with people's lives. No, Himari wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she left now. "This animal needs to be caught and punished by the old ways–"

The 'yakuza ways', was left unsaid, though both agents knew what she meant. "The path of a disciple is like that of a servant's–"

All of a sudden, a haunting voice echoed behind them, bouncing off the barks of trees as darkness began to curtain the sky. Internally, Himari couldn't help wondering why they had chosen to investigate this at night, but she swiftly shook away distracting thoughts in favor of preparing for the inevitable battle. "Who goes there?! Identify yourself!"

Her partner barked orders at the voice to little response.

"– Often fraught with dangers. Hence, it is the disciple's job to brave the path ahead and kill at his Master's behest... For anything short of utter obedience is no different than betrayal at the highest level." The voice, now distinctively male, said cryptically, yet even from where she stood, Himari could sense the man's quivers. "O'Lord, forgive thou servant for the horrid sins I am to commit on this fine night."

Himari's perception slowed to a crawl as her body tensed,

All she had seen was a blur before her partner slammed into the tree behind him. At such force and speed, she knew not how the guy had managed to survive, but Himari wasn't about to complain. Their odds of survival were significantly better than just hers. Although from another's perspective, she could see why some might believe their chances were still quite bleak, Himari had always liked to see the positive of a situation.

What was the Alternative anyway? Losing hope and dying? Yup, she'd much rather think positively.

Himari could see him now- their assailant was dressed in a gaudy robe decorated by gold-linings and jewelry, a faded brown robe which had clearly seen better days. His hair was bleached white and his eyes covered under a dirty bandage, the man spoke calmly. "I am Servant Assassin, and sadly today shall mark your death. Please, do not struggle, it'll hurt a lot less if you don't."

Revolving her Ki at its maximum capacity, Himari barely managed to catch a glimpse of the man as he catapulted towards her, his murderous intent visible for all to see. In that instance, her resolve was shattered. He's too fast, too strong, too… Everything. His presence hung over her head like a death sentence- a guillotine ready to strike her down at any given moment.

She didn't know how, but as the self-proclaimed Servant- or was it Assassin?- started his assault, a nagging voice in her head screamed for Himari to duck, which she did, trusting her guts to bring her out of danger. Sure enough, claws tore past where her head once was. It'd have carved her face up real good if she hadn't avoided in time, though at least she had learnt something important after the short exchange.

This man- whoever he might be- was not a fighter.

He could hide his inexperience against others, but not Himari, whose defining trait was the ability to observe and comprehend everything at a faster rate than normal. His movements lacked the fluidity, the smoothness of a true fighter- it's jagged and disgustingly choppy to her eyes. Granted, the man made up for it with his inhuman attributes, but the weakness was something Himari and her partner could most certainly take advantage of.

"Mr. Takashi!" Himari shouted in hope her partner would hear her unspoken pleas and recover sooner, unsure how long she'd be able to keep this up. "I told you, did I not? Resisting will only extend your sufferings."

From the crater where he landed, the Servant rose to his full height, towering over her. "As opposed to what? Surrender and accept my fate?"

She couldn't win, and running away was not a plausible option, thus Himari could only try and stall for time. "Why're you doing this anyway? What, nobody gave you a prom-invitation and now you dress like a 1AC(After Christ) reject? Prowling in your parents' basement with the corpses of your victims like a creep?!"

She had hoped this would make him angry, so angry that he forgot his purpose to debate with her… Sadly, it hadn't seemed to work as well as her thoughts would suggest.

"Nothing you can say will change your fate. Worry not, little lamb. If you're good, the Lord's Heavenly Kingdom shall welcome you into its silver gates with open arms." The Servant touched his hands, de-summoning his claws and turning them into liquefied silvers. "But if you're deserving of Hells, I'm certain the Devil shall grant you passage to his Realm like he did me."

The liquefied silvers morphed and changed into a small dagger clutched in his hand,

Using her slowed perception, Himari watched as the man bolted towards her again, brandishing his dagger.

Instinctively, she realized unlike last time, she wouldn't be able to dodge, hence she braced herself, ready for impact.

Through her peripheral vision, Himari noticed her partner rising to his feet with great difficulty, he hadn't died yet, but the spinal injury likely would leave him crippled if not treated soon, that was unless he bled out to death first. She thought her partner would try to flee, instead the wounded man roared with wild, untamed rage as he tackled Assassin to the ground. "My home… This is MY HOME, YOU FUCK!"

He screamed madly, punching Assassin in the head repeatedly.

Even after his hands became bloody pulps, Takashi did not relent, hitting the Servant with his stumps. "Hi- Himari! What are you doing?! RUN!"

Looking at her partner- the man who had accompanied her through thick and thin, Himari hesitatedfor a second too long and Assassin was able to break loose of Takashi's grasp. With a cold, unfeeling stomp, he took out the Martial Artist's arms- snapping them from the joints down. Then, his eyes moved towards Himari who, no matter how positive she was, could no longer contain her nervousness and fear.

"Thank you… For not running. It makes my job a lot easier." Dagger pointed to the shell-shocked and motionless woman, Assassin's legs tensed in preparation for his next kill, but just when he was about to attack, the Servant felt teeth dig into his calf. Even after the brutal, bloody loss of his arms, Takashi hadn't given up, trying to stall the stranger- an act of loyalty the Servant both understood and respected. "– Uunn/RUN!"

Unfortunately, he had his orders…

A disciple's job was not to question his Master, but to do what was asked of him. "Forgive me."

Assassin whispered, only to hear the manic cackles of the broken man when Himari turned tail and ran. "You're not getting out of here! I'm taking you with me, motherfucker!"

Takashi's veins grew more and more prominent as he forced his Ki to revolve faster, and at a much more chaotic pattern.

Foreseeing the result should he allow Takashi to continue, Assassin rose his foot to stomp on the man's head, hopefully killing him for good, but he's already too late. The stomp managed to take the man out, but the chaotic Ki became even more unstable as a result and in the brief instance after, the entire area within a fifty feet vicinity of them was lit on fire,

Dirt turned to molten lava,

Trees and wild weed burnt- utterly obliterated.

Yet, Himari did not stop. She couldn't waste Takashi's sacrifice, not when he had given her a second chance.

Thus, she ran and ran, forcing her Ki to spread and revolve throughout her body quicker… Sadly, Martial Artist or not, how could a human ever hope to match the speed of a Servant's? Assassin had already recovered with naught but a few new burns to show- burns which're clearly on his clothes rather than anything too serious.

In fact, the Servant wasn't even the slightest bit wounded.

It took him precisely three minutes to catch up to Himari, probably would have taken less if he's more used to the speed he's moving at. While the majority of Servants were powerful Superhumans oftentimes lauded with feats- mainly combative- no one could compare to, Assassin was not famous for his prowess, his fame originated from one single act of betrayal, and his True Name had been cursed at since.

"Do not run!" Assassin ordered calmly, before moving his blade to dig into her spine. Seeing no way out of this, the woman made a beeline straight for the cliff around the corner. Huffing in exhaustion, Himari took the leap of faith, yet the pursuing Servant was still able to sneak a attack in, his dagger swiftly severing her spine as Himari fell into the dark seemingly depthless chasm below. "Da- Damn you!"

She croaked one last time, then plummeted into the darkness.

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By the time she woke up, Himari was both sweaty and pale, while her white button-up was stained by dirt and blood- hers.

She was not going to survive this, Himari realized.

But she was damned if she didn't at least try to make things harder for that animal. Thus, using the last of her strength, the fatally-wounded woman lifted her hand and scrawled the cryptic words down with her own blood. It read- 'Disciple, Betrayal, Heavenly Kingdom and Silver.'

A string of words that would have meant nothing to others' eyes, though perhaps it might give Fujimura-sama a few clues to the Magus' identity. 'This- This is the last thing I can do for us… Save this City, Fujimura Taiga.'

Once that's done, Himari finally breathed her last while thinking of her brother and how sorry she was that she couldn't take care of him any longer. "I'm so sorry."

A teardrop slid down her cheek, marring her features with vulnerability. "Forgive this useless sister of yours…"

— [Fate: FS] —

Darkness curtained the Sky of Fuyuki,

Though not in the literal sense, but figuratively. Since the moment she set foot in this City, Caren Hortensia had noticed it, a sense of malice lingering in the air. Her Masochistic Spiritualist Constitution was practically vibrating with anxiousness, and despite her best efforts, Caren couldn't quite keep it from affecting her as well. "Did you feel something?"

Father Francesco said in English, staring at the younger Exorcist in contemplation.

Caren bobbed her head. "I did… This City's leylines seem to be infected with something, though I'm not sure what yet. The air itself feels tainted, but I will still have to check the leylines for further assessment."

"Demonic activities?"

The Exorcist nodded. "Something along that line."

"Perhaps we can spend the evening in a nearby café? I really do not wish to clean an abandoned Church so early into our trip." It's one thing Caren had noticed about the man. Despite officially being an Executioner, father Francesco did not seem to respect the 'one and only true God' much. She had even caught sight of him sneezing and using the Bible to clean his snots- an act many devoted would consider absolutely horrid and blasphemous. "Regardless, won't we have to spend the night there?"

Caren questioned, receiving a snort from the Executioner. "You're young so you don't get it, kiddo. Us officials of the Holy Church are allocated a certain amount of funds depending on the Mission and the country we're sent to. What I was given to accompany you to this… War of the Heretics–"

Francesco spat in disgust, as though the word itself was repulsive to his tongue, resuming. "– Is more than enough for us to live the rest of our lives in a high-end hotel and dinning in the finest of restaurants."

Caren gasped dramatically, jokingly hugging her body as she sent 'weary looks' towards the man. "Asking an innocent nun like myself to a hotel so soon into our relationship? How sinful of you, father Francesco."

Her delivery was as flat and devoid of emotions as could be in order to show she's joking.

Not that it helped much when the Executioner threw her a baleful glare. "Stop saying such misleading, you brat."

Then, his eyes swept over her body- something most would consider lecherous and even somewhat predatory given recent events at the Vatican, father Francesco did with no regard to his honor. Yet, Caren was completely fine with it, knowing the Executioner meant nothing untoward. From her observations, the man's clearly interested in the older population. She had even seen him hitting on a seventies year old granny just fifteen minutes ago.

"It's not like you have anything good to show… Besides, your immaturity and personality are major turnoffs for me." The Exorcist snorted. She wasn't one to judge, but when you claimed to be a man of God, and you're preying on those old enough to be your grandmas, there must be some serious screws loose in that head of yours. "We're to inform all the Masters of arrival and put the War in motions."

Repeating their objective, Caren said stoically.

"Fuck that… It's not like the Heretics are any of our concerns." Francesco replied irresponsibly. "Let them kill each other. Less works for us."

"Shouldn't you care about the Holy Grail? I thought you're some bigshot in the Eighth Sacrament?"

"Ha!" The Executioner laughed. "Brat, there is nothing holy about that thing. Not only was the Mystic Code created by the Heretics, its Wish-Granting ability is severely overestimated. Why do you think we haven't tried to lay claim to it yet? Hell, the Holy Grail War is a joke, it's not even a War, just fourteen people battling it out for a chance at breaking into the Root. What a hassle, these dumbass Magi never learn."

"Wouldn't the activation of the Grail pose a threat to Humanity? Shouldn't you at least care about that?"

"As long as the Holy Church prevail, nothing is of importance." His answer baffled her, yet in a way Caren respected the man for it.

Unlike the hypocritical parasites plaguing their religion, Francesco was a no-nonsense man who cared not for lies, which's much better in her opinions. "Well, I was told to listen to your commands so… Please, be gentle with me. It's my first–"

Before she could finish, Caren felt a hand chop at her head, causing her to yelp. "I've already told you thrice, stop saying stuffs that can be easily misconstrued! People are looking in our direction, you brat!"

Cheekily, Caren responded, "I don't understand what you're getting at, my sentences are immaculately perfect–"

She never got the chance to finish when out the corner of her eyes, the Exorcist caught the sight of someone… There, a little further down the street from the pair were a teenager who's likely in his late teens, early twenties.

Alongside him was a gorgeous blonde with cat-like, piercing crimson eyes.

"What's wrong?" As though sensing her discomfort, Francesco asked, glancing towards that direction too. "Those two… They're unnatural."

"So? We're people of the Moonlit World, we deal with the unnatural on a daily basis. They're probably Magi, or Martial Artists. I've heard those are everywhere in Asia."

Seeing the skepticism on Francesco's face, Caren explained. "The taint seems to cling to that boy, and the woman is too powerful to be just a Magus… Look closer, you'll notice it too."

Having heard her words, the Executioner frowned and peered . "The woman is explainable, she could be a Servant, but the boy… He appears possessed. Maybe he has something to do with the changes of this War?"

"Maybe." Caren repeated. "We'll have to wait and see. I suggest we use your familiars to observe him, and if he even shows a single sign of possession, we–"

The young Exorcist drawled, making a cutthroat gesture as they traded odd looks. "– What do you say?"

"Eh…" Father Francesco shrugged nonchalantly. "Your plan's as good as any."