Chapter 8: Better kind of Saint
"My Class is Ruler. My true name is Jeanne D'arc." Jeanne smiled at them, However said smile quickly vanished in the face of the immediate reactions.
Mash stood protectively in front of Ritsuka while every other Servant levelled their weapons at her.
"Wait!" Jeanne threw up her hands in a placating manner at the Servants surrounding her "I'm not the Dragon Witch and I don't mean you any harm!"
"...Master?" Mash turned to Ristuka with a questioning look, said Master looked pensive for a few moments before nodding at Jeanne.
"Alright. We'll trust you for now." At his words the other servants lowered their weapons but still remained on guard around her.
"I thought you were supposed to be dead?" Mash interjected, although no one could see behind their helmets, both Siegward and Ash narrowed their eyes at the woman.
Jeanne shifted awkwardly before looking at the fort and then back to the Servants "This isn't something we should discuss in front of them. Follow me."
Astolfo let out a dramatic sigh before bursting into a wide grin "Dodged a bullet there, I saw Ruler in action during my Grail war. Would hate to fight her."
"...Huh?" Ritsuka and Mash turned to Astolfo with wide eyes "What was that about a Grail war?"
"Hm? I remember Ruler from my Grail War. She was pretty strong too."
"...I see." Jeanne nodded, still slightly lost. "I'm afraid I don't remember you… or any Grail War."
"Really?" Astolfo pouted "That's too bad, we could have caught up...oh well."
"Yo, I hate to break up the little gathering." Cu said before gesturing away "But weren't we supposed to talk about our weird situation?"
"Of course." Jeanne nodded "Please follow me."
The figure in dark steel armour grunted as he decapitated another Wyvern, to his left Georgios similarly dealt with the lizard he was facing.
Looking around, the tall knight in dark silver armour nodded his head before turning back to his companion, his red cape fluttered slightly in the wind.
"It seems we have dealt with the drakes." His voice sounded relatively young, although given the helmet concealed his face and his height of nearly two metres it was impossible to tell.
"Indeed." Georgios nodded "This road should be a town up ahead. With luck we can offer aid to those within and get a better idea of what's happening here."
"From what you have spoken of, an outbreak of drakes is uncommon here?"
"The history provided by the Grail speaks of no burnings of France, and Dragons and their smaller cousins had long since departed from the land at this point." Gerogios frowned "I suspect this relates to our summoning. As well as the information we received in passing."
"You are still hesitant to suspect that a 'Saint' could consort with these beasts?"
Georgios nodded "Until we gain the full story from the locals, I shall remain sceptical. Jeanne D'arc's nobility and pious nature are well known even in the Throne. To believe she could suddenly turn into a murderer…"
The large knight shook his head at the Rider and sheathed his sword "Whether or not this Saint is indeed a butcher of the masses is irrelevant for the moment. The drakes threaten the innocent here, and I could not call myself a knight of Anor Londo if I were to ignore the threat posed by them."
Georgios smiled and nodded his head "I am lucky to have found a like minded travelling companion."
"I am equally fortunate to find a man who recognises honour and loyalty, now come. We have a journey to continue."
"This seems like a good place to settle down." Jeanne nodded to herself in the slight clearing of trees. The Chaldea group followed her into a nearby forest.
"Please, before we begin, may I hear your names?"
"Hm?" Mash blinked before turning to Ritsuka, at his nod she then turned back to Jeanne "Understood. My individual name is Mash Kyrielight." She then pointed at Ritsuka "And this is Fujimaru Ritsuka, my Master."
"Yo, Lancer. Cu Chulainn." Cu spoke up when looks fell upon him.
"Rider, Astolfo. Nice to meet you!" The pink haired boy grinned and waved.
"Siegward of Catarina. Saber Servant." The onion shaped knight introduced himself in a jovial tone.
"Ash. Servant, Saber." The final servant introduced himself with a small nod as he placed a few sticks in the centre of a makeshift campfire.
"A Master?" Jeanne looked slightly surprised as she studied Ritsuka "So there are Masters in this Holy Grail War? And with so many Servants…" She frowned.
"Oh, no. I'm just a Demi-Servant, not like the others." She pointed to the rest of the group "A for being related to the Holy Grail War...we weren't really summoned for that."
"A...Demi-Servant?"
"Not a true Heroic Spirit. Have you heard of us before?"
Jeanne shook her head "I'm afraid not, I suppose we should clear up this confusion."
"That might be best." Ritsuka nodded and gave her a small smile.
"Like I said, I am a Servant and my class is Ruler…" Jeanne fidgeted slightly "But much of the information that should have been provided by the Grail is missing."
"That seems unusual." Ritsuka frowned, Jeanne nodded her head at him before her expression became more troubled.
"It is worse than that, my stats have been ranked down and I have lost my Anti-Servant command seals. I asked for your names because I can no longer discern a Servant's true identity. Fortunately France is my homeland, I can still speak the language to the locals."
"I see…" Ritsuka nodded "Those soldiers earlier, they said that Jeanne was a 'Dragon Witch'"
"I only materialised a few hours ago." Jeanne sighed "I'm afraid I'm very much in the dark in regards to the whole situation. It seems there is another Jeanne D'arc in this world who murdered King Charles VII and has been slaughtering Orleans."
"Two of the same Servants." Mash shook her head and frowned "Has anything like this happened before, Doctor?"
"Hmmm…" Roman hummed "If we could access the Holy Grail War records there should be examples of simultaneous summons." He sighed "However one thing is for sure, with Charles VII dead and Orleans occupied this represents the collapse of the nation of France."
"At least we have discovered the problem." Siegward nodded to himself as he sat down. Ash placed a few more sticks in the makeshift camp fire and activated a small pyromancy to light it.
"I just heard a voice there. Was that magecraft?" Jeanne looked around in confusion "What are you all-"
"Oh right. We didn't properly introduce ourselves did we?" Roman chuckled to himself "Nice to meet you, Saint Jeanne D'arc."
As soon as he said that, both Siegward and Ash broke out into coughing fits which attracted the attention of everyone else in the group.
"Ash-san? Siegward-san? What's wrong?" Mash looked on in confusion and slight worry as the servants began to compose themselves.
"Sorry...You said she was a Saint?" Ash said slowly before looking Jeanne up and down "You don't… you haven't eaten people before have you?"
"...What!?" Jeanne recoiled as if struck, everyone else fixed Ash with a rather peculiar look "I have not!"
"That's good." Ash and Siegward nodded "At the very least you are better than the last Saint I met."
"...Eh?" Cu raised an eyebrow "What kind of weird Saint's you got running around where you are from?"
"Right…" Romani awkwardly coughed "As I was saying, my name is Romani Archaman but everyone calls me Roman."
"I see. Roman...you sound like you tend to be a dreamer." Jeanne smiled and nodded her head.
"What is this sense of defeat… she complimented me but I felt insulted."
"Excuse me, Mademoiselle Jeanne." Mash spoke up and gestured to the other Servants "We're here to correct this twisted history. We belong to an organisation called Chaldea."
As Mash and Ritsuka were explaining the situation to Jeanne, Astolfo and Cu walked up to the other two servants sitting round the fire.
"So… you guys had some cannibal Saint?" Cu spoke up, a slightly raised eyebrow "There a story behind that like that Havel guy?"
"Saint Aldrich of the deep." Ash spoke, his voice sombre "I first heard of him when I spoke to a fellow unkindled by the name of Hawkwood. He told me that Aldrich was a Cleric once, however he developed an unfortunate habit of devouring men. He consumed so many that his very body became… distorted. He wasn't so much a man as he was an all consuming living sludge."
"That's pretty disgusting." Astolfo grimaced and shuddered.
"Indeed. The Church had him sealed away in the Cathedral of the Deep. However, with the fading of the flame they required a champion to link the Fire. Aldrich himself was not yet strong enough to do so… therefore roads were set up, all of which led to the Cathedral… sacrifices were made available."
"They fed people to this guy?" Cu's face scrunched up in disgust.
"They fed a great number to him, I encountered a pair of his former sacrifices who had escaped him." Ash waved his hand "That is beside the point, like all those sealed away in the Cathedral, Aldrich was… wrong, for lack of a better word, yet despite this he still held great influence over the minds of men and especially those who guarded him. The Deacons fell to the Deep and proclaimed Aldrich a Saint. Regardless, Aldrich was made a Lord of Cinder for his might rather than virtue."
"That's pretty disgusting."
"It gets worse. By the time I r-"
"Okay guys." Ritsuka inadvertently interrupted Ash as he walked over to the group "We've explained everything to Jeanne and she's agreed to help up a-… what's wrong?"
"Damn it! You interrupted story time!" Astolfo whined and crossed his arms.
"Eh?" Ritsuka appeared taken aback and turned to Cu, only to see the Servant shaking his head.
"Saber here was telling us the tale about that cannibal Saint."
"Oh...my bad." Ritsuka scratched the back of his head "Anyway, our objective is to deal with the Dragon witch Jeanne and restore this timeline."
"Right." The servants nodded before turning to each other.
"So who's taking the first watch?"
The large figure waltzed through the halls, the nearby Wyverns seemed to perk up as he walked past them, as if they were greeting their parents.
The large man opened up the doors leading into the main chamber, within were two figures. A pale woman in black armour and a sickly large eyed man in blue robes. Jeanne Alter turned to see who had entered before returning her attention to Gilles and dismissed him.
"You summoned for me?" The Nameless King crossed his arms "I trust it was important?"
"Yeah, sure." Jalter lazily waved him off "The dragon slayer."
"What about him?"
"You deal with him? I sent you, Vlad and Carmilla to kill him and then sack the city of Lyon."
Rider raised an eyebrow and scoffed "You summoned me here for a simple report?"
Jalter turned a glare on him "Don't take that tone with me. I tolerate you because you are useful, you forget who holds the command seals here." The Nameless King remained silent, cueing Jalter to continue "Now then. Did you sack Lyon?"
"...Yes. The Dragon Slayer can no longer protect the city. However, there have been… circumstances."
Jalter frowned "What kind of 'circumstances'?"
"The drakes I dispatched to the East have not yet returned, more importantly the few refugees captured from the south have spoken of protectors. A pair of men in strange armour who effortlessly slay Wyverns."
Jalter clicked her tongue and turned away "Stray Servants?"
"It seems likely."
"...Which direction are the Servants to the South heading?"
"North. If the testimony of the refugees before their death is to be believed."
"I'm sending you East, the disappearance of the wyverns could be related to an as of yet unknown force or more stray servants we don't know about. I'll gather the others and join you shortly. If it's more Servants then await my arrival."
"...Fine." Rider grunted and turned away and swiftly left the room. His thoughts were cast back to the battle of Lyon.
'That Dragon Slaying Servant… He was a worthy foe. I should have asked for his name… perhaps when we fight again I will do so.' He shook his head, he originally pledged his allegiance to the woman in hopes of fighting a war worth his time.
Indiscriminate slaughter in the name of revenge was a great motivator to band an entire country against them, whether or not they would win would be irrelevant. It was the act of the war itself he would enjoy. Yet he was left disappointed.
The only foe he had encountered who was worth his time was the Dragon Slayer protecting Lyon, who had forced him to engage the man without the use of his mount. He frowned, they had overwhelmed him with sheer numbers. An ill-suited fate for a warrior of his calibre.
Regardless, he knew the wounds he inflicted on him were not a guaranteed kill, if this Dragon slayer survived he would face him again, and he would face him alone.
"Storm." Rider called out as soon as he left the castle, his large dragon companion manifested itself. Rider placed his hand on the beast's head and patted it a few times "Come, we are heading East."
The Dragon growled at him and Rider let out a small chuckle "Yes. I'm sure we will find more foes worthy of us eventually." He climbed atop his mount.
The King of the Storm released a loud roar as it and its rider took to the skies and headed East, the other wyverns surrounding the castle quickly flew away from their larger cousin.
"The battle ended when Anri plunged her sword through the wicked dastards head. She gave me her thanks and departed." Ash finished as he recounted the tale of Aldrich to the Servants gathered round the campfire.
"...I didn't know your home was that…" Mash began only to pause as she searched for the right words.
"Crazy?" Ritsuka offered, both Ash and Siegward chuckled at him.
"That would be an accurate assessment of Lothric." Ash nodded his head "There is no end to abominations and foul things."
Jeanne appeared more disgusted by the tale "To think that a Saint could do such things…"
"You have already proven to be his better, Lady Jeanne." Siegward spoke to her in a friendly tone, similar to how a parent would praise a child "The fact you are disgusted with his actions and are so readily willing to save the very people who killed you is why you are more deserving of the title of Saint."
"Well...I…" Jeanne blushed slightly and shook her head "I never really viewed myself as a Saint though…"
"...Few often view themselves as what they are." Siegwards tone became sadder, his helmet turned away from her and began looking off into the distance "My friend was hailed as a King by his people… but he never viewed himself as one. He never really wanted the title, but when it was forced upon him he took it without regret… So rarely are we granted titles that we ourselves want. You are just as much a Saint as he was a King. Regardless of how you both feel about it." he chuckled slightly "In my heart though, I know that you are as deserving of the title of Saint as he was of King."
"What was your friend like?" Mash asked Siegward with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Yhorm? I knew him for a long time. We met on our travels together. He was always getting into all sorts of trouble. As was expected of a giant, I suppose." The onion knight released a small laugh as he saw the others widen their eyes.
"A giant!?" Ristuka exclaimed "Yhorm was a giant!?"
"Oh yes." Siegward nodded "Quite big for his kind too. He wielded a large machete in his right hand and a great shield in his left. He was always one for adventures but never did learn the knack for saying no to people." Siegward's tone turned softer "Whenever someone would make a request of him he'd go out of his way to aid them." he chuckled "I asked him about it one, he said 'I'm a Giant, Siegward. If they are willing to come to me for aid, who am I to turn them down?'"
"What did being a giant have to do with it?" Jeanne asked with a curious tone.
"Giants were shunned." Siegward's tone turned harsher "Often referred to as simply dumb beasts which would destroy towns. Yhorm was nothing like that, and people knew it. They took advantage of him. He knew it but didn't care. As long as he could help these people he was happy."
"You said he was a King?"
"Hm? Oh yes!" Siegward nodded his head "The Profaned Capital, or as was referred to back then the City of Goldborn, was without a King to lead it. Centuries ago they had been conquered by a Giant, the people of the city asked Yhorm to lead them, as he was a descendant of the original subjugator. He never even hesitated in accepting the role, we both knew he didn't want it. However they asked him, they needed his aid and he would answer."
"He sounds like a good person." Mash nodded to herself, Siegward joined in her appreciation.
"He was a good friend…" He sighed "But… he didn't deserve to be their King." He remained silent for a few moments after that.
"Siegward-san?" Mash asked worriedly as to how the knight had stopped speaking and merely stared into the fire.
"It's getting late." He turned his head and stared up at the sky and the moon hanging over them "While we Servants don't need to sleep, I suspect both you and Master are getting tired. You should get some rest, sleep deprivation does terrible things for your skin."
Both Mash and Ritsuka exchanged worried glances before they turned away and rested on the ground near the fire, doing their best to get comfortable on the forest floor.
"Sir Siegward?" Jeanne spoke up, her voice tinged with concern "Are you alright?"
"Hm?" The onion knight turned his head to her and nodded "Oh, I'm fine milady." he waved her off "Just… reminiscing."
"Zzzzz" The pair turned to see Astolfo on the floor in a rather messy sleeping position while snoring loudly, they both chuckled at the display.
"Perhaps we should take after our young friend here, Lady Jeanne. I suspect a nice sleep will do us both some good."
Ash remained silent as he sat in front of the campfire, while Lancer stood off staring into the woods.
"You're not gonna take a nap with them?" Cu gestured to the majority of the group currently sleeping around the camp. Ash shook his head.
"I never could get into the habit of sleeping. Just felt like a waste of time, besides even before becoming a Servant, we unkindled never really needed to sleep to begin with."
Cu looked at him before sending a pointed look at the snoring knight in onion shaped armour "Seems to come pretty naturally to him, though."
Ash released a small chuckle "Indeed it does, Siegward always did have that little habit of sleeping in strange places."
"...You ever met Yhorm?"
"That…" Ash released a sigh before turning to look as Siegwards sleeping body "...Is not my story to tell."
Cu nodded "...I see. Won't ask about it, it seems like the big guy was really affected by it."
Ash didn't reply, merely nodded his head.
"Rise and shine!" Ash shouted out at the people still sleeping, there were a few groans from Mash and Ritsuka but the Servants simply jumped to their feet as if nothing happened. "I believe that is the expression, is it not?"
"Ash-san?" Mash yawned and blinked a few times "What time is it?"
"Sunrise." The Servant replied "We'd best be ready for our journey. Siegward woke early and made breakfast."
"Really?" Rituska stretched as he looked at the pot on the smouldering campfire with a mysterious liquid bubbling in it "Where...where did we get the pot and the bowls?"
"...The Fort…"
"You mean the one full of wounded soldiers?" Ritsuka raised an eyebrow, his voice lined with clear disapproval "You stole cooking supplies from wounded soldiers?"
"Just their spare pots!" Siegward chimed in as he stirred "I asked them when I noticed some of them just lying around. They had no problem giving me some after I saved their lives."
Ritsuka gave an initial sigh of relief that they weren't resorting to banditry before he chuckled at the comment "At least you asked… what are you making?"
"Estus Soup." Ash replied, many blinked as his voice took a more excited tone to it, or at least as excited as the Saber had actually been able to manage thus far.
"I've… never heard of that…" Mash tilted her head in confusion, before sending Siegward an inquisitive glance "Is it from your homeland?"
"Oh yes!" Siegward nodded enthusiastically "It's an undead's favourite food!"
"...Where did you get the ingredients?"
"Ah, ah, ah!" Siegward shook his hand "A chef never reveals his trade!" He took out a bowl and poured some soup into it before handing it to Mash "Try some!"
"Thank you." Mash nodded and smiled before taking a small spoonful to her mouth, she blinked a few times as she tasted it before replying "It's… warm." she then frowned as she stared at it "It's weird Senpai. It doesn't have a taste but it makes me feel… warm inside."
"Indeed." Siegward nodded as he distributed more bowls "A refreshing warmth for the dullness of Lothric, that is why it is everyone's favourite."
As everyone took some, it finally came time for Ash and Siegward to take their bowls. Siegward gripped his large helmet before taking it off and revealing his face.
He was a middle aged Caucasian man, he had short hair atop his head which was slightly greying, large bushy eyebrows and a rather thick moustache. What surprised most though, were his vibrant blue eyes which seemed to shine as well as a rounded face.
"My." Siegward chuckled to himself as he set his helmet down "Been some time since I took that off, forgot how stuffy it was."
Ash shook his head before he removed his helmet, unlike Siegward Ash was far younger, likely only a few years older than Ritsuka. He had messy dark blonde hair which extended just past his ears and emerald coloured eyes. There were a few scars on his cheeks and one went along his eyebrow.
"Ash-san…" Mash stuttered, the Servant turned to her and raised an eyebrow "You're young!"
"Really?" Ash blinked "I've never actually seen my reflection before." He chuckled to himself "I wouldn't really know."
"But you sounded older!" Rituska was equally stumped by the sudden revelation.
"Probably the helmet." Ash shrugged as he took in a mouthful of his soup "Eat, Master. We've got a long road ahead of us."
"Right." Jeanne nodded as she swallowed a spoonful "We'll cut through this forest and head into Orleans, from there we'll take the roads and gather information from the towns and forts which haven't been attacked yet."
"Where's the nearest town?" Ritsuka asked as he took in another mouthful.
"La Charite." Jeanne replied "It's to the west, but the main road leads right to the town."
"Cool." Astolfo nodded "...Can we get souvenirs while we're there?"
The group made brisk pace through the countryside heading west for La Charite. Occasionally stopping for breaks to allow Ritsuka to rest his legs before continuing on, they had been travelling for a good few hours.
"We should almost be there." Jeanne spoke to the group from the front, Mash and Ritsuka jogged up to walk next to her "If we can't get any information here, we'll have to move further inland…" she frowned "But I'd rather not do that, we're unaware of the strength of the enemy and I'd rather not risk a direct confrontation."
"You're really cautious, aren't you?" Rituska offered with a small and rather sad smile, Jeanne winced and shook her head.
"No… I'm actually panicking quite a bit right now." She sighed "The other 'me' can't be in her right mind. What that monster will do by controlling the people…"
Rituska placed a hand on her shoulder "It's not you hurting them. You're here with us trying to save them."
Before Jeanne could reply however, Romani's hologram appeared next to them, his face looking rather frazzled.
"Guys! I'm detecting a Servant ahead of you! What's worse is that I'm also picking up an ultra sized lifeform!"
"A what?" Ash asked as he came to a stop next to the group
"It's a high class phantasmal beast." Romani replied "It might even be beyond some Servants."
"Where was this Servant detected?"
"Ahead of you. From these readings it's in La Charite right now!" The group stilled before Romani stared at something to his left and his eyes went wide "Hang on! The Phantasmal disappeared...The Servant is still there but the Life form is gone…"
"That…" Mash frowned "What does that mean? Is it dead?"
"Fou! Fou!" The small rodent climbed atop Mash's head and began barking in the direction they were heading.
"What's wrong Fou?" Rituska asked the animal before turning to look in the direction it was barking "The Town!" he exclaimed as he saw smoke beginning to rise in the distance.
"It's burning!" Jeanne shouted in horror before breaking into a sprint.
"Sorry kid." Lancer gave Ritsuka an apologetic shrug before slinging the boy over his shoulder "But we've gotta get there faster than you can run."
"Senpai!?" Mash shouted after the pair as they took off in the same direction, she didn't have long to stare in shock as Siegward raced past her.
Both she and Ash exchanged glances before sprinting off after them.
"It's no use…" Roman's sombre voice echoed throughout the ruined town "there's nothing left…"
The Servants stood around and scowling at the ruin, Jeanne was looking mortified while Mash was staring in horror at the devastation and occasional burnt corpse.
A loud bang alerted the group to a figure stumbling out of a collapsed house; they would have offered assistance if it wasn't painfully obvious that the figure was no longer alive.
"They...they've been turned into living dead…" Jeanne gasped in horror as the creature awkwardly stumbled towards them.
The corpse got to within a few feet of them before Lancer stuck his spear through what remained of the head rather lazily. The zombie stood up straight for a few moments before going limp and collapsing when Lancer removed the spear.
"Tch." Lancer scoffed at the corpse "That's unsightly."
As they heard more noise, the group looked around to see more corpses stumbling towards them with whatever weapons they could grasp.
"Let's put these souls to rest." Ritsuka commanded, the servants nodded then immediately went to work in dispatching of them.
The zombies were of little threat to the Servants, being easily killed by the group. Once the last zombie had been slain they reconvened.
"Nice work." Ritsuka nodded to the Servants before grimacing "Doctor… Can you still read the Servant?"
"Yes!" Roman replied, his voice panicked "But that's not all I'm reading, you've got Wyverns all around the town converging on you!"
Seconds later, the group turned to see a Wyvern perch itself of a house and glare at them.
Then another, landed on a separate house.
Then another, and another.
Eventually the group was surrounded by over a dozen wyverns, each of which had their attention focused solely on the group.
Mash jumped in front of Ritsuka while the group formed a protective circle around him with their weapons drawn. After a few seconds Ritsuka frowned "Why aren't they attacking?"
"Because I have yet to command it." A deep voice echoed out throughout the town, the group turned to see a tall, nearly eight-foot, armoured man with a large headdress and woollen scarf covering much of his face march into the centre of the town and stare at them.
"They are loyal creatures." He continued as he walked closer to them "When I was first summoned here I was… disappointed." he let out a bitter sigh "It is unbecoming of an individual of my station to be reduced to a simple killer…"
He came to a stop a few metres from the group, his hands behind his back. His gaze scanned all of them before briefly coming to a stop on Jeanne "Hm?" He tilted his head as he looked her up and down "A sibling perhaps?" he shook his head "No… perhaps the uncracked reflection of my Master…" His gaze left her then came to a stop on Ash.
His eyes widened, although the group couldn't see and he let out a low chuckle "Ha...hahaha….Hahahahahahah!" which quickly erupted into a boisterous laugh "Marvellous! Perhaps this second life will be worthwhile after all!" His arms came to his front and he held one of them out in front of him "Do you remember me, unkindled?"
"...I do." The Servant nodded "However… I remember you being taller."
"Hmph." The man scoffed, then a large spear manifested itself in his outstretched hand, he gave it a twirl before planting it in the ground "Yes...Seems my true power has been restricted by this...'Class System'."
"You know him, Ash-san?" Mash asked without taking her eyes of the New Servant.
"Indeed." Ash replied, some noticed his voice was anxious "You are one of the Servants following the False Saint, aren't you?"
"Tch." The man clicked his tongue "'Follow'. I offered her my aid in exchange for the chance to fight a more worthwhile War. Until this moment I was disappointed...But now that you are here, and these other Servants. Especially a Knight of Catarina, I feel as though my Wish has been granted."
"Why did you destroy this town!?" Rituska shouted out, the servant blinked before fixing a stare on the Master.
"Is the destruction of towns not the way of War?" He spoke as if speaking to a child "The death, the ruin. These are all common themes. If one is to fight a true war, it must encompass not just the honourable, but the dishonourable. I however have little interest in participating in the latter but that does not mean it is any less important."
He straightened his posture, the Wyverns around the group tensed and looked ready to launch themselves at any moment.
"I am the Servant, Rider." He called out before levelling his spear at the group "I lay a challenge at your feet! Fight and Kill me, or die and be forgotten!"