《I do not own TYPE-MOON or any other related franchise in this work of fiction. The story and OC characters are the only works I own.》
《Note: This fic is situated on a Alternative Universe completely under my conception rather than F/GO's because you can't trust what comes out of the mushroom man. T̶Y̶P̶E̶-̶M̶E̶R̶C̶U̶R̶Y̶ ORT gave me enough of it. So what goes in this is according to my own story rather than Nasuverse.》
Kalied Intervention.
[ I ]
In the grand scales of things in a scale of multiverse much of concepts are gradually void or unimportant under seperate condition.
We live, in a world where our own views are folded and twisted to shape our own views of the world and it's conception giving themselves as the rules of the world, gradually immersing our consciousness into a 'fake dream', a reality of our own. Not at all taking the planet or even other creatures lives..
These rules and regulations are named in scientific principles as, 'logic' and 'common senses', a binding of human to ignorance of a facade of understanding the natural phenomenon into human desire by the power of beliefs and pure stubbornness.
Yet, there always exist a greater truth. An extend of truth hidden by the darkness of material world.
Among them many exist.
The Collective Unconsciousness of Planet— Gaia.
The Celestial Bodies of the Cosmos that Hides the Variations of Horrors— Ultimate Ones..
The Miracles and Impossibilities that Rejects the World's Influences— True Magic.
The Truth of the World—The Hellish Earth {Solar Nebula}/ Big Bang.
The Creation of World's Assimilation to the World Order— Eve of Genesis.
The Birth of Star Making First Generation Gods —
The Rule of Divine—Age of Gods.
And many as such..This world, has a unique secrets that none knows even more hidden beneath the existence of the world itself.
And this world similarly have many other possibilities. Each of them variety of different outcomes formed by different decisions and different circumstances.
All of them, condensed into a multitude of worlds woven intricately into a web of cosmos. A network of multiverse.
And among them, there several other multiversal networks in a even more different possibilities and entirely new realities forming into a hive of worldlines.
However, we won't dwell into those by far gone secrets and truths of the world, instead of a single world's possibility.
A world where a fool defied fates by chasing after a light.
"Hm ?." He suddenly shook awake. His vision was tiny bit blurred before it retuned
Shirou had taken a direct flight from Narita International Airport to Frankfurt Airport.
The flight from Tokyo to Frankfurt was nearly everlasting one, about 15 hours long flight time.
The distance should be somewhere around 5852 miles. It was literally flying over to the ends of Asia.
"Frankfurt.." Shirou murmed. A few strands of purple hair fluttered, teasing over his face, making him scrunch his face. The slight shift over his shoulder told him the person that had taken over his shoulder had finally awoke.
The sudden lack of the weight over his shoulders and the gentle fragrance of the female's scent had made him disappointed.
The long and tedious period of time should've been a torturous time for someone as active as him..
At least it should've been, if not for the beautiful lady who sat next to him. Certainly, Kami had blessed him to be the one sitting next to this gorgeous and comforting lady and not that hazardly dressed fat man with an disgusting presence and smelly scent who snored obscenely.
He was never been someone who judged people or even discriminated people, but even he would prefer to avoid that person, if the disgusted look over the look of the man who sat next to the obscene man.
He really was blessed wasn't he ?. At least he would l
"Hm..Ah—I'm sorry, Emiya-san. I may have slept off. Forgive me for disturbing you." The beautiful lady chimed with a flustered expression.
"Ah—, no need!, it was my pleasu—I mean it was okay, I slept off too, Mary-san.." Shirou gave a nervous chuckle rubbing the back of his head.
Martha gave a small chuckle at the flustered behaviour of the red head boy, her own flustered expression was forgotten.
Martha was a beautiful lady in Shirou's eyes, with a strong resemblance to his kouhai back at home. She was endowed with great beauty and charm, with a reliable big sister like personality.
She had long long dark purple hair which seems to skid around the line of being dark blue and a glinting aquamarine eyes, she had white sleeveless dress shirt that is tucked in, a golden cross pendant hung over her chest and a long red skirt and navy blue boots with white edgings.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Kaleidoscope Airlines welcomes you to Frankfurt city. The Local time is 3:00 A.M. For your safety and those around you, please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened and the aisles until we are parked at the gate.." The flight attendant appeared and informed us politely, before stepping out.
Well, it was long journey indeed.
Now, he can only hope that jetlag won't be too hard on him.
"Ughh~..I hoped for too much." Shirou thought while holding his head. Shirou was now outside the Frankfurt International Airport, trying to calm the raging headache.
By Kami, it was hurting his head.
Jet Lag is a type of sleep disorder which could negatively affect those who travel quickly across multiple time zones.
It is simply said, a state of period where the body cannot accept the newly established time zone, since your body's internal clock had been in sync with an entirely different time zone.
Though, thankfully it is a temporary sleep disorder, which was something Shirou was grateful. He wasn't ready for a short time grating headache better yet a permanent one.
"Frankfurt City..." Shirou whispered as he reeled in the scene of the snow covered European city. It was certainly, a change of scenery compared to Japan.
Shirou shivered as he slid his gloved hands into the pocket of his winter jacket.
Compared to Japan's cheerful cold atmosphere, German has an entirely different flavour in the air. It had a cold and elegant flavour.
Shirou sighed. A cold and foggy breath left his mouth.
"Können Sie mich zu dieser Adresse bringen?" Shirou asked. Hopefully, his German was not that bad.
Frankfurt City was a big and busy city compared to the quiet and calm Fuyuki City, rivalling even Tokyo.
Not exactly surprising.
Frankfurt is one of the, if not the most populous city of one of Germany's states, Hesse, with a fifth rank among the most populous cities of Germany.
Located on Main River, it forms a continuous conurbation alonside the neighbouring city, Offenbach am Main. It's urban area have a wide population around 1.6 millions. The city is the heart of the larger Rhine Main metropolitan region which has a population of more than 5.8 million and is Germany's second-largest metropolitan region after the Rhine-Ruhr region. Frankfurt's central business district, the Bankenviertel, lies about 90km (56mi) northwest of the geographic center of the EU at Gadheim in.Lower Franconia. Like France and Franconia, the city is named after the Franks. Frankfurt is the largest city in the Rhine Franconian dialectarea.
The public transportation system can be challenging to understand. German system is well structured, but Shirou wasn't gonna take risk. While he was confident in speaking German, he wasn't good on reading the signs.
So the closest thing was to take a taxi. It might've as well be expensive, but better than getting stranded. And it was also easiest and reliable method.
Besides, money wasn't exactly a problem to him. Kiritsugu's bank deposit was not something to laugh at. And he had access to all of them, including several others..
Though, there are the chances you might get scammed if you don't discuss the price or check the route.
But thankfully, the one Shirou met was a kind old chap. He was far too enthusiastic in their own tidbit of exchanges. His name was Marcus Knights. His wife was Japanese, whom he had met during excavation work, so the language barrier wasn't much of a thing. The man was actually Archeologist. The man drove Taxi as a means to spend time rather than for a living. Despite looking around his late fifties or early sixties he seemed lively and fresh.
Shirou had somehow struck a good relation with the man. According to him, Shirou resembles his son. Who was also an "red head with striking gold eyes and a calm and polite attitude", in the old man's words.
Shirou had vice versa made a friendship with the man, the man was wise but held a playful outlook on life. Even though it had been only about something of half hour or even forty minutes, Shirou had great respect and some kind of attachment to the man.
"Thank you, Marcus-san. It really was pleasure to meet you. I hope we can meet again during my stay." Shirou bowed politely as he got off the cab, the man had asked him to call him by the first name without any formality but Shirou had still clinged to the suffix. The man inside the driver seat gave a hearty laugh.
"Even though I asked you to call me by my name..Ha!, no doubt Izumi would like you very much!. Shirou, do make sure that you visit to our restaurant !." Marcus said with a happy grin as he drove off.
Shirou shook his head with a bemused smile. Shirou held his suitcases before turning and walking towards the address that he came for.
Before Shirou was a big black and brown designed western mansion something around the same size as his own Japanese style house. With an dark bluish royal looking gate as it's entrance.
At the corner of the gate, on the wall there was an engraving. Shirou read them with a complicated expression. In his hands were a letter, clasped within his palms.
"Schwienorg Manor"
Time to get some answers. Shirou thought determinedly as he walked towards the gate..
—Suddenly an inky turquoise light shined over the gate. The gate flung open, a extremely powerful suction force started. An collage of greenish blue particles shone from the gate. His suitcases was sucked in disappearing into thin air. Shirou gasped.
"What the?!—" And the gate gulped him.
Despite such an mystical sight, none of the civilian batted eyes as if such thing never even came into existence.
Over the gate, an Emerald gem attached to the centre glowed ominously. It looked like a single eye.