So uhm. Been a while, huh, guys? Like… almost a year ago? Yeah…, I kind of went on hiatus and left many of you behind. But fret not, for I am back with more Mordred for you! Yes. I am back, though it will take some time to salvage what I have been doing, but till then, I got an omake for you.

And yes. I know some of you will be disappointed that it's another omake instead of continuing from that cliffhanger I left behind, but I will need some time to get back into practice and catch up on what I was doing before. Please tolerate it; I'll have a proper chapter soon.

Though I will say that some parts of this omake are canon while others are not. So, heads up for spoilers!

I promise.

One more thing. To that annoying guest who keeps spamming my other stories for Mordred. I hope this story will shut you up because having to moderate your garbage reviews is annoying!

And just for this chapter, I'll not respond to the reviews for the previous chapters, as I am sure many of you want to get into the story!

And we are done. Like with my other stories and this one, I do not own RWBY or any of the Fate series. All of them belong to their respective owners as such.

Chapter 16

Return to the Grand Order (Partially-canon)

It is done.

The war against that thing is over. Remnant was somewhat united after we servants messed up the balance. Mother got her wish, and the connection that held Fairy Britain to Remnant is gone. I still don't know how that even happened in the first place. Nevertheless, with the war over and the threat to everything stopped, we're no longer needed.

As much as it sucks, it was painful to realise that I was at the end of my journey after spending a couple of years in this world. I've never bothered to think about what would happen should I stop this threat, but now? As I slowly faded away in gold light to the tears of the little brats I became fine friends and allies with while Fou remained by their side.

I wonder what will happen to me now?

I'm neither Human nor Servant.

Nor am I who I was back on Earth or my time as one of the Knights of the Round Table of Camelot.

I'm… something different. Something new…

And I wonder what will wait for me at the end of the road. Though I suppose this is the nature of Servants like us. Emiya and Jeanne were also by my side, along with others summoned by my mother or were rogue servants like yours truly. Funny, we first thought of each other as enemies, then turned allies over a common threat threatening to devour us all.

It's way too ironic, considering the company my mother kept around with those disgusting faes she called subjects. Treacherous bastards, every one of them. They nearly sold everyone out to that thing and almost cost us everything! However, there are some of them that I tolerate their presence, and one of them happens to be my adopted sister, Baobhan, who was WAY too happy to accept me as her sister when I met my mother personally.

She's too clingy for my liking.

Everything faded to darken with that, and I found myself alone in the void with nothing here. I have no physical body of my own, and I'm just a ball of light in this sea of nothing. Nothing was seen nor heard. Not even that bastard Zelretch nor the Brother Gods showed their asses after we saved Remnant from all threats! Like, come on! I did my fucking job, and now you guys are just leaving me here?!

Well fuck you guys then!

"Ugh! Now, what can I do here? I'm not dead. I think." I wandered through the darkness for who knows how long at this point. Or at least that lasted when a flash of light consumed everything, and I found myself in the middle of a grassy field with glittering stars in the night sky. And despite the darkness of the night, I could see myself. But the clothes I wore were different from what I usually wear.

I'm wearing some sort of magical robes with my armour beneath it? What the hell?! Why do I look like a bloody mage?! Did my actions in Remnant somehow make me remembered so hard that my spirit is moved to the Throne of Heroes?! That shouldn't be how it works!? Is this part of your plan Zelretch?!

Ugh I am so confused!

But besides the magician's robes with a white, red and gold colour palette I appear to wear, I also have a mask on my face. And when I took it out and had a look at it. It looks like the mask I wore during the early months of my time on Remnant. But it looked pretty messed up, and a chunk of it was missing, so only half of my face was covered by it.

Placing the mask back on my face, I felt something else on my back and to my utter surprise when I took it out, it was the Relic of Creation! How?! Why? I was rendered catatonic for minutes straight as I stared at the golden ornamented staff in my hand. I don't even understand. How is it here?

I only remember using this thing once, and that was to have to use it to channel the magic to hurt Salem that one time with the help of my mother!

…

…

Wait…

Magician-like robes, with the Relic of Creation, which is basically a magic staff. That time I reluctantly learned some magic from Mother to help deal with that bloody thing… Did… Did the Throne of Heroes seriously turn me into a FUCKING CASTER?!

What the hell?! I don't even like using magic! Why the hell does it think it is a good idea to turn me into one that uses them?! I prefer using guns and swords to magic. It doesn't help that they reminded me of my witch of a mother!

Ah, fuck it! I have better things to worry about than my sudden change into a caster…

Like where the hell I found myself in.

I let out a tired sigh from my lips, and with the Relic of Creation in my hand, I began hiking through the endless green hills and fields. Memory flashbacks of everything I've gone through flow through my mind. All my hopes. My regrets. My mistakes. Everything from when I was trained painfully by my mother to when I served as one of Father's Knights.

My anguish when he refused to acknowledge me before I brought destruction to his kingdom in retaliation and my death by his hand, my time participating in the Greater Grail War under a master who was more of a father to me than father was. Followed by my death again before ending up in Remnant with my Earth memories.

And everything that happened after that.

Hours passed, and I found a pond with water as clear as crystal after witnessing endless grassy hills and plains. I still have no idea where I am, but perhaps a drink would be nice. But when I finally reached there with my mask off and peered into the pond, I noticed something was terribly wrong with me when I saw my reflection in it.

My face never changed much except that my face was slightly more angular and looked somewhat older with my hair down. My eye, however is a different story. My right eye's sclera is black compared to my left, which is white! Damn it… Why must that be part of me? Why must that moment when I nearly lost myself to madness taint me? She was so close to assuming control of my sanity…

Without even realising that I was doing it, my hands trembled while I stared at my reflection. The pain and overwhelming madness that threatened to consume my sanity to hunt and kill everything lingered. And momentarily, I thought I saw my right eye flash golden. It was that day that I realised how similar Grimm Goo was to the Holy Grail Mud, and I made it my mission to exterminate every single Grimm Goo I could find.

No one should endure what I went through that day!

And that made me realise something else: if my current form is my first ascension, I fear knowing what I will be like in the later stages of my ascension.

"And here I thought I was free from that…" I grimaced at the thought before I let go of the Relic of Creation and used my hands to scoop some water to drink. And as I drank the water, I could feel the cool liquid flowing down my throat, which soothed my mind from that memory.

Yet, as I drank more water before me, I felt that something is amiss when there was the sudden howling of the winds, and then I saw it. Right behind me, far into the distance and over the hills, was a glowing rectangular gateway into somewhere. And it is shown with the brightness of a sun from here!

"A way out of this empty place? But where will that take me next?" I could only wonder on the inside before I wore my mask and snagged the Relic of Creation floating in the air beside me before strolling towards this gateway. But as I made my way there, my eyes slowly turned towards the Relic of Creation with a single question.

"Is Ambrosius inside the Relic?" Do I even want to call this extraordinarily enthusiastic and boisterous spirit residing inside this Relic? The fella's so loud that he's a pain to my ears. In addition, his prideful and arrogant ass pisses me the hell off! And you know what? I have come to a conclusion:

I will not call upon that loud-mouthed spirit anytime soon! He can stay there and sleep until a later date when I need him.

When I finally reached that gateway, which took an hour of walking, I felt an echoing voice of someone calling out to me to answer their call. So, it's true, someone's trying to summon me. But who?

"Hm. No matter, I'll find out when I get there." I mumbled out, and with one last look at everything around me, I turned and walked into this gateway. But I never thought about what I would find on the other side.

Because when the flash of light no longer obstructs my vision, I found myself in some sort of chamber room? The next thing I noticed was a very familiar boy with dark brown hair in an unkept style with blue eyes and a girl with hair tied in a side ponytail on the left side with a usually yellow hair band and a cowlick on the top of her head. She also had light orange eyes.

Another thing I noticed was their choice of outfit, which consisted of a long-sleeved white shirt with black fasteners and a black belt. While the boy had black shoes alongside black pants. The girl wears a skirt alongside the pants and white knee-length boots.

To their left was a young girl I instantly recognised as Leonardo da Vinci in her Rider class. What are the chances I was somehow summoned into Chaldea? I should honestly be crankier than that, but I'll let it off for now.

"I am Mordred Pendragon. Caster Class. I will do everything in my power to assist you with whatever magic I can bring to bear, though I wonder why they turned me into a caster of all things." I proceed to roll my eyes before getting them back to my masters. Feels weird saying that since I've been without one for quite a while. "Now, are you my master?"

I asked before the sight of other servants caught my attention. While the others didn't attract my attention, one did. What the fuck is Lancelot doing here?! "Oi! The hell you're doing here, Lancelot!" I started yelling, much to my master's surprise, while Lancelot let out an exhausted groan. I'm pretty sure it's because he had two versions of me, and now there's a third.

Still, I can't forgive that bloody womaniser for murdering my half-siblings! I know they'll be fine and alive in Chaldea, but seeing that bastard again makes my blood boil, and I was so tempted to launch a spell at him if it wasn't for the presence of my master. Wait a minute, can I actually pull a gun on him?

Whatever. I'm better than who I am before and besides, he's not worth the time nor bullet to waste on "At least Father's not here..." My thoughts wandered for a moment before I brought my eyes back to my masters who blinked in response with uncertainty.

"Whatever, let us go master." I mumbled out before my masters agreed as I followed them out. One more thing: I did spot a pile of items and Mapo tofu in the corner? How… How long have they been busy summoning to get that many items all piled up in the corner?!

What the fuck.

An hour passed, and my masters took me around Chaldea and introduced me to the available facilities. They also introduced me to others who happened to cross our way. Though, there's like a hundred or so Servants and personnel here! So it will take a while before I meet everyone. In addition, rumours were already going around about my summoning and odd looks, and it didn't help that my masters had asked me about my eye, but I staunchly refused to say anything.

Only after they earned my trust, at least. I'm still a stranger in this place.

In the end, my masters brought me to my room for me to stay in, and it was bland. It has everything a room will need, but it's all painted white or grey. All white. After calling Remnant home for a couple of years and seeing all sorts of designs, a plain white room like this feels…

Empty.

"And I heartily agree!" I suddenly heard the Relic of Creation speaking before teal mists poured out so quickly that it flooded the entire room in seconds. All those teal mists condensed as soon as it came, and Ambrosius appeared before me. "Ah, Mordred! It's good to see you again after our last adventure! And it seems we have found ourselves in another!"

"Ambrosius. Wonderful." I dryly replied before that dramatic spirit began floating around me with his hand under his chin almost exaggeratedly.

"Hmm… You've gotten quite the outfit, it seems! I want to meet whoever designed these robes for you! It reminds me so much of the old times with magic and wizardry! And I'd say you look a lot like your mother but with my artistry and your looks involved!"

I felt a vein about to pop from my head upon hearing him mention my mother, but he does have a point, as much as I hate to admit it. The mixture of my armour, which was less bulky than it should have been, alongside my mage-like clothes, creates an image that I'm some sort of magic knight. But I can never get the hang of it.

I still prefer using Clarent and my guns…

I silently watch as Ambrosius turns and looks at my room properly before gasping in utter horror. I could only stare as Ambrosius dramatically brought his hands to his face. "But my goodness! I thought it was bad within the Relic, but it's worse than I thought. This room is so empty! How can anyone live in such a mundane environment? The walls lack artistic talent, and the bed looks so plain!" Ambrosius proceeds to do a whole one-eighty back towards me.

"I can make this place much more imaginative if you like! Just call the word." He then lies in the air like those sexy muscular men in pictures back on Earth. Seeing him doing that in a tiny ass room is surreal, but I get where he's coming from. With a sigh and a simple shrug, my eyes began bouncing around my room while my mind ran through how I wanted to look.

Thankfully, I won't have to worry about anyone coming here due to Ambrosius's ability to stop time whenever he's outside the Relic. Though I'm not sure if some servants are immune to time freezing. And I wonder if any of them notices it…

It took a while, but I eventually came up with a room layout that I liked and something Ambrosius won't complain about being boring, like when he gave Atlas the ability to fly about Mantle. Let's just say there was a lot of gold combined with my colour pallet of white and red. Heck, the walls have a brass tree on it as its branches extend throughout that section of the wall.

So, while most of the new designs in my room were relatively similar to those on Remnant, I also requested Ambrosius to create a workshop for me, and he did so with his own twist on its designs. Because of that, my workshop has patterns of gold alongside birch wood furnishing. Can I also mention that parts of my workshop floated because Ambrosius wanted that feature for some reason?

I get the floating broom, but… This? Really?

Whatever.

By the time Ambrosius was done and had retreated back into the Relic of creation, I was left alone and about to rest on my bed when I heard something tapping on my door before someone else spoke outside. "Fou-San?"

"Fou Fouuu!"

"Was that Fou? Huh, guess that little bugger is always here. I wonder if he remembers me?" I wonder before my hand is at the door, and I open it to see my masters and Mash with Fou looking directly at me.

"Eh?"

"Wait, how did you?" Ritsuka? That is his name, right? Or is it Gudao? Eh, I'll ask them later. Anyways, he asks confusingly while his twin sister, Gudako over her brother's shoulder. "Uh. Forgive me, but how did you do that?"

"Do that?" I raised my eyebrow before sticking my thumb at my newly furbished room. "Item Construction skill." I don't know what compels me to say that, but yeah, it makes the most sense since I possess the Relic of Creation with me. And I'm a caster.

"Oh." Gudao blinked before rubbing his chin. "That means you must have an A rank in it or above to do this…"

"Senpai?" Mash spoke while stepping aside because Gudako walked past her while still trying to have a good look into my room.

"Do you think we can have a look inside?" Gudako asked me with a straight face while I simply blinked at her. What. I suppose there is no harm there… Looking at her brother and Mash, I looked back at Gudako and nodded.

"You can master." Stepping aside, I watched all three of them walk into my room and marvel at what Ambrosius had done to the place. All the while, Fou stares at me from the ground. I think the little murder machine recognises me. But even till now, it's still hard to get a read on the little bugger.

I still wonder how some can understand him, though he did lose his shit when we learned that Mother's lostbelt realm is connected to Remnant and utterly refused to go there. Admittedly, I was also in the same boat as he was, but for a different reason.

"Fou!" The Primate Murder chirped at me before I knelt and extended my hand out to him. Ah… What am I even doing? Fou began crawling up to me and sniffed my hand like a cat, though he must have recognised me when I noticed his eyes widening. And Fou proceeds to jump and smack me in the face with his tiny paws!

"FOUUU!"

SMACK!

"OW! What was that for?!" What did I do to you to earn that, huh?! I glared at the little fluff ball while rubbing my cheek, which gained the attention of my masters and Mash, who turned and were baffled about what happened.

"Fou! Fou!" Fou angrily chirped before he leapt onto my shoulder and began tapping on my cheek ferociously. Yes, it looks adorable to everyone else, but seriously, was he mad because I left without him or something?!

"Fou? What are you doing?" I heard Mash asking before Fou chirped in response while still smacking my cheek. Quit it will ya?! I'm not Merlin, so how about you go dropkick that flowery bastard instead, huh?!

"He must have known Mordred from somewhere." I heard my master muttering before looking me straight in the eye. "Have you met Fou before?" He then asked me while I rolled my eyes while gripping the Relic of Creation tightly and answered my master.

"The situation is complicated, master. Perhaps another day then, I will tell you." Letting go of the Relic of Creation before it began floating on the spot, I grabbed the little fluff ball of doom from my shoulder and gave him back to Mash. "Alas, do you need something from me, master?"

"Yes, it's almost lunch, and senpai wants you to join us." I instantly perked up at the mention of food and felt my world had gotten a bit brighter. Come to think of it, I haven't had food in a while since we were fighting for days back on Remnant… And the food has to go to everyone else who needs it more than I.

Giving my signature smile, I grabbed my Relic and enthusiastically nodded. "Of course, master. Lead the way." And with that, I followed after my masters for a while until we reached the cafeteria, which was crowded! Several servants gave me curious looks as if to make my situation even more awkward for me.

Can't blame them. I hope I won't have to see the Saber or Rider versions of myself or anyone else who knows me. That will be very awkward for many reasons.

"Hey, master!" I heard my voice coming from behind right before a hand slapped my master on the back. Damn me and my D-rank Luck! Why must my original self be here?! Then again, I look much younger as a Saber than a Caster for some reason…

Then again, I did age during my time in Remnant. Just very slowly, of course.

"Ah?! Oh, Mordred!" My master yelped out right before the Saber version of myself spotted me while eyes widened in surprise. Man, now this is an awkward sight. I think I should say something.

"Huh… Now that I have a look at it, our armour does look quite burdensome from an outsider's point of view…" I unconsciously had my hand on my chin while Saber blinked stupidly when her eyes went from my face to the Relic of Creation and back to me. Her eyes soon narrowed down.

"You're a Caster? How? I didn't practise mage craft."

"Yeah, I'm not happy about this either. Probably due to my unique situation before I was summoned here." I deadpanned while my eyes ended up on my staff.

"The hell happened to your eye anyways?" The original me asked next while my eye twitched at her blunt question. You know, I should have expected this coming from me, but seriously? That's a sore topic to touch on! I never wanted my eye to be Grimmified in the first place, but a stupid mistake of mine caused that!

Fuck you! Even if you're me, I'm not saying a word to you just for that insensitive question!

Unintentionally glaring at my Saber self, I growled. "Not in the mood for that. Another time, I'll talk about it."

"Hah? The hell do you mean that you're not in the mood for that?"

"Just shut it me." I glared at her. "You're walking into something that's making me pissed. I recommend you cease asking me questions." Saber didn't take my words well when I could hear her growling back at me.

"You and me in the training room right now."

"Fine by me." I scoffed. Was I really that much of a battle junkie brat? This will probably go bad for me but like hell I'm backing out right now. My masters were notably glancing at each other while we were glaring while Mash looked extremely worried, not that I could blame her.

Minutes later, I found myself in the training room alongside Saber and a large audience of Chaldean personnel and Servants of all kinds. News about our fight must have spread fast because it didn't take long for the training room to be stuffed with spectators.

Little Da Vinci was also there with our masters, who were nervous about the whole spar but I did not care what they thought. If I must put myself into the ground to stop her ego, then so be it.

"Don't expect your magic to save you!" Saber taunts me while I remain unimpressed with her words.

"I'm not counting on it!" I countered before summoning Clarent into my free hand. It differed notably from how I remembered it should be back on Remnant. In fact, it looks a lot like a slightly smaller but streamlined and advanced Remnant version of Clarent that has the ability to turn into a hand cannon!

When did that happen? Eh, she's in for a painful surprise.

"You call that a sword? Looks way more like a toothpick!" Saber yells before she dashes in with mana burst while I point the Relic of Creation at her. And as soon as I did that, numerous golden glyphs opened up behind me and fired all sorts of projectiles at Saber. Of course, I know that most would likely miss Saber. Therefore, I drew Clarent and charged straight for her.

With our blades drawn and swung at each other, a roaring clang echoed throughout the training room as my Clarent was in a blade lock with Saber's Clarent. The thing is, she's stronger than me, as she has already begun to push me back. Damn it! I hate how by becoming a caster, my strength has dropped! I don't even know what my strength ranks at the moment!

I could see Saber grinning at my struggles, but I was not having it! Pushing our blades down and stepping on them, I pointed my staff into her face and sent a blast of fire that made her pull her Clarent up while also sending me into the air. But that was when I showed my trick when my Clarent changed into a hand cannon, much to her shock, as I blasted her!

Each roar shot of Clarent tore chunks out of her armour before Saber charged in aggressively while I did the same with relentless aggression. Pointing Clarent at her, I fired a shot, which was easily deflected with ease.

"Damn coward! When did you become one?!" Saber roared like a ferocious animal while I hissed before our blades clashed again.

"The situation I found myself in is unlike what you will have to go through! So do not so carelessly judge me for using guns or magic, nor can I do much when that stupid Throne turned me into a Caster! I can still pummel your face without them easily!" Our blades clashed against one another before we broke off and began trading hits all while the entire training room was slowly becoming increasingly damaged by our fight.

"Hah! Don't make me laugh!" Saber laughs before she punches me in the gut, sending me flying back in pain. And mind you, that hurts despite the armour I wear beneath my robes! "Let's see if you can back up your words!"

"Try me!" I yelled before pointing the Relic at Saber again, but this time, my glyphs glowed a bluish hue before blue fog poured out of it as they washed over the training field. And the moment Saber came into contact with the blue mist, she began choking on it painfully as it filled her lungs. A trick I learned from my mother's books.

Look, I'm not happy about either before anyone accuses me of using them like this. It's just that I have no choice but to learn her tricks to defeat my enemies back on Remnant.

"What the hell is this?!" Saber rasped out before she found my fist in her face and launched her far across the training room.

"Some magic bullshit I learned from someone I really don't want to learn from!" I yell before slamming the bottom of the Relic of creation into the ground before numerous glyphs form around me. Letting instinct take over, I lift Clarent into the air before magic begins to pour around it. When Clarent was covered in a shimmering glow of gold and teal, I pointed it directly at Saber before a fuck off-beam came out of it.

But Saber must have used mana burst to avoid my attack because she suddenly appeared in front of me with Clarent already swinging for me, and I could barely avoid it! Though I could feel the force she placed into her attack as it obliterated the floor beneath us before she suddenly lunged in and tightly grabbed me by the throat!

"Got you!" Saber yells before pulling Clarent off the ground and holding me close to her face.

I know this is incredibly ironic coming from me, but what a brute!

"Not… done… Yet!" I let out a strained hiss before slamming my forehead onto Saber's helmet and shattering parts of it. An echoing pain also erupted on my forehead before I noticed my blood dripping down the left side of my face. Thankfully, that stunt of mine also made Saber release me before I tripped her and slammed the Relic of Creation onto her chest!

And it lets out the satisfying sound of metal crunching.

CRUNCH!

"Oi! Mordred! Please refrain from using the Relic as a blunging tool! This is absurd with what you're using it for!" Ambrosius yelled out in my head with what I could guess was a hint of irritation right as I dashed back to avoid an oncoming slash from Saber.

"No promises!"

With the few seconds I had as a reprieve, I began wiping the blood threatening to drip into my eye when Saber yelled out as she stood up. "I'm not done yet!"

"Neither am I!" I immediately countered right before we dashed and clashed again. Sparks erupt every time Clarent clashes against one another, with neither of us letting up. Though neither of us went through this unscathed, Saber managed to nick me several times and even crushed my chest armour while I did the same to her.

The only reason I'm still standing is my experience and the Dragon core within me. And as much as I hate to admit it, everyone's right. I fight more like a Berserker than a Saber now that I'm fighting against myself. How much I've changed after spending years on Remnant, but I do not know whether it is for the better or worse.

But I do know that I grew to be something more than what I am.

However, some habits seem to remain the same even after years in Remnant.

For example, our eagerness for a fight.

The longer this spar went on between us, the more we enjoyed it. I mean, Saber has basically stopped throwing insults at me all because of my tactics and apparent use of magic. While some of our spectators had already departed because they apparently had gotten bored of us wrecking the place, others hadn't. And I could see some familiar faces amongst the crowds. Jeanne, Emiya, Scáthach and several others.

For a moment, I thought that they could share the experience of their time on Remnant only to remember that no. They are not the people I know in Remnant. It's… rather upsetting in the context that I'm alone here. Nevertheless, the fight had gone on for a few more minutes, and by this point, we were at our limit.

Both our armour and clothes were beyond fucked, and the entire training room looked like a tornado went through it not once but five times in a single stroke. We're drenched in our own blood, and I'm sure neither of us could keep going since we're using our respective weapons as a crutch.

"Hah… You're good…" Saber mutters with a grin while she slowly uses the last of her strength to pull herself up. And I was doing the same, using the Relic of Creation to pull myself back up, though it looked slightly battered and covered in blood from top to bottom.

Much to Ambrosius's dismay and horror, I had resorted to using the Relic as a mace against myself. "Heh… What can I say… I have to go up against someone who wouldn't stay dead." An exhausted chuckle left my lips before I glanced around to see tiny Da Vinci looking like she was about to explode with the chaos we brought. But out of everyone watching us, one amongst them in crowds caught my attention.

"Mother… What is she doing here?" I blinked before a snarl grew.

Of course, she's here!

Saber blinked at my sudden response right before she frowned before I changed the topic. "Hmph. Whatever, so want to call it a draw?" I returned my attention to my Saber self before she nodded.

"Yeah. I'm cool with that, and that was fun. Though…" She grimaced for a moment. "I'm not looking forward to seeing that crazy nurse again." Crazy nurse? Oh… Nightingale.

Oh fuck.

I might have expressed my concern on my face at the possibility of meeting that crazy nurse, if she's anything like her game counterpart. It will be not pretty. Anyways, I was only aware that I had expressed my worry on my face when Saber chuckled. "Met her before?"

"Something like that." I mumbled before chanting a spell with my hand out. Blood spilt by the both of us began to gather into a ball of red in my hand, earning an eye raise from everyone. Never thought I could do what she could. And once my chant was completed, I crushed the ball of blood before a wave of energy washed over Saber and me.

Compared to what it usually does, bringing pain and suffering to those hit by this spell, this version I created does the opposite. It heals those caught in the blast, and because of that, the gaping wounds and fatigue Saber and I receive from our spar healed mostly.

"Huh… that's handy," Saber mutters while she walks towards me with her hand out. "You what? You earned my respect, even if you're a Caster." Glancing at her hand before looking back at her, I shrugged before accepting her hand.

"Sure." I smiled before clapping could be heard in the background. "Hey, you want to go have lunch? All this fighting is making me hungry." While technically, I don't need to eat because I'm a servant, a nice meal does sound wonderful after a fight. And Saber agrees with me.

"Hah! Now that's more like it!" She laughs before she slams her gauntlet onto my back while I wince at how hard she's hitting me. Ow. Now I know how it feels when I do that to others.

We were so caught up in our own world, and only when we heard a cough did we realise we were not alone. Our masters seemed pleased that we managed to resolve our conflict in our own way, though I could tell they were worried about the amount of damage we did to the training room.

On the other hand, I picked up little Da Vinci grumbling about how annoying it has been fixing the place constantly. Guess we're not the only ones known for wrecking the place. My mood was immediately ruined when Mother and her knights walked towards us from the crowd.

As if I need to deal with her right now!

Nudging Saber aside and telling her to meet me at the cafeteria, I returned my attention to Mother, who stood before me with her knights. "What do you want?" I forced myself to speak to her while my grip around the Relic of Creation tightened.

"I see you learned magic, but not any kind of magic." Her eyes narrowed down on me while I glared at her. I can never forgive her for giving me a shit life as a child and using me as a fucking tool. "Blood and curse magic, how did you come across it?" She asked while her knights glanced at one another, yet they said nothing.

Seeing that everyone else has left what's left of the training room, I spat out. "Wouldn't you want to know?" My 'adopted' sibling Baobhan glares at me for my utter disrespect, but I couldn't care less. They're not the ones I met in Remnant. "I'm looking at that person right now."

Mother's eyes widened while she blinked like an idiot, and her knights were stunned silent. Ha, worth it. Tapping the bottom part of the Staff of Creation on the floor, I teleported away and left my Mother and her knights behind.

And frankly, despite being mostly healed from my spell, I'm not looking forward to seeing Nightingale. No doubt she would force me and Saber onto the bed once she got word of our messy spar…

I am not looking forward to that.

When I finished teleporting to a random hallway in Chaldea, I was about to make a straight path for the cantina when I felt a familiar feeling of corruption coming from behind me. And I know who that belongs to…

No! It can't be!

"Fufufufu… To think you somehow ended up in Chaldea, Child of Two Worlds… Alas, we meet again."

"Oh fuck."

And we are done with what's basically a cliffhanger in an omake. (The horror, I know.) now, before I end this chapter here, Here's an incomplete sheet of Caster Mordred, mainly because I thought it would be fun to do it. Here's what would happen if Caster Mordred was in FGO. (It took me a while to figure out how to do them, and it's incomplete and might break a few rules, but whatever.)

True Name: Mordred Pendragon

Also known as: Child of Two Worlds, Apprentice of the Witch, Savior of Remnant, Miss Short and Angry, Scourge of Grimm, Wielder of the Relic of Creation and [REDACTED]

Alignment: True neutral

Class: Caster

Parameters:

Strength: B

Endurance: C

Agility: B

Mana: A

Luck: D

Noble Phantasm: A+

Card Deck: Quick/Buster/Buster/Arts/Arts/

Class skills:

Magic Resistance (A)

Item Construction (EX) (Relic of Creation)

Territory Creation (EX) (Relic of Creation)

Dragon's Core (B) (A gift from Zelretch during her time in Remnant)

Personal skills:

Instinct (B)

Mana Burst (A)

Relic of Creation (EX) (Boosts Arts)

Noble Phantasm: [REDACTED]

That's all for now, and some are redacted for reasons and potential spoilers. But yeah, it's good to be back, and you will see more chapters in the coming future! We are officially back, baby, and if you want to keep track of when I update this story, add it to your Follows and Favourites. And while you're at it, do leave a review! I love reading it; it gives me the courage to make more!

With nothing else to say, I will see you all in the next chapter and have a good day!

RGQC out.