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"What are you doing, you idiot!?" Olga Marie's voice rings out from the communicator.
"Making our intent known to them." I replied as I stared at the Blackened Servant.
[Analysis Complete]
Servant Ruler
True Name: Jeanne d'Arc (Alter)
Strength: EX
Endurance: A
Agility: EX
Mana: EX
Luck: C
NP: EX
[A Heroic Spirit that is an exact opposite of the proper Jeanne, her "shadow", created by Gilles de Rais, the French Army's marshal who grieved for Jeanne d'Arc's death, using the Holy Grail shortly after the execution of Jeanne in 1431. She has been dyed by vengeance and holds no kindness or trust towards anyone, even to those she would call comrades. She is the scourge of France, the ultimate karma to France's arrogance and dependence on Jeanne d'Arc. Her stats and NP are a rank higher because of her siphoning power from her other self]
"She really is a Ruler…" I said. "And those stats are off the charts. She could kill everyone here without breaking a sweat."
[I am detecting the Holy Grail inside her. It appears she is using it as her core to maintain her existence in this world along with everything else]
Jeanne was speechless as she now confirms her darker self's existence; the "Dragon Witch". Jalter, rather than surprised, simply smiles.
"Who knew… who knew such a thing could happen…" Jalter laughs at her other self's dumbfounded expression. "Could someone please pour some water on me. This is bad. It's awful. I think I'm really going to lose it. It's so funny I might die from laughing. Take a look Gilles! Look at that pathetic girl! What is she, a wimp? A mouse? A worm?"
Jeanne simply stays silent.
"Either way, they're all the same." Her smile turns into a scowl. "So puny, I can't even muster any sympathy! Ah… truly, a country that could only cling to 'me'... comparing them to mice is an insult to mice. Hey, Gilles, don't you think so-" Jalter realizes Gilles isn't with them. "Oh right. We didn't bring him along."
"You… who are you?" Jeanne struggles to find her words as she stares at her darker self.
"I could ask you the same question." She shoots back. "But as a leader, it's the least I can do. I am Jeanne d'Arc. The saint devoted to France… I am you."
"What? That's nonsense." Jeanne retorts. "You are no saint. Just as I am no saint. But more importantly - Why did you attack this town?"
Jatler tilts her head. "But I AM a saint, as for your question, I thought you would understand." She sounds disappointed. "Are you stupid now that your alignment has changed? The reason I attacked this city? Such a foolish question. Isn't it obvious? It is for the sole purpose of destroying France. I am, after all, a Servant. Politically, economically, these methods take too long. Is it not better to simply physically crush everything?"
"Lies!" Jeanne hisses out.
"Lies." The Alter mocked. "The lying one is you, Jeanne d'Arc. You lie to yourself everyday. Playing the good girl, the savior. Why did you want to save this country? Why did you want to bring salvation to these people? Answer me this."
"Because we were chosen by the Lord to lead our country to victory. The Lord chose us because we were the only ones who could." Jeanne was set on her answer.
Jalter just laughs. "Chosen by the Lord? Do you truly believe that? Tell me, if we were truly chosen, then why didn't the Lord aid us when we were captured, tortured for days on end, and then subsequently executed by the SAME people we swore to protect! Why did the Lord abandon us after all we have done in His name!?"
"I-" Jeanne tries to refute but her Alter keeps going.
"I will lie to myself no longer. I will be tricked no longer. I no longer hear the voice of the Lord." She firmly states. "The fact I cannot hear His voice, means the Lord no longer blesses this country. So, I will destroy it, in accordance with the Lord's grief. I will cut away all the bad seeds at the roots. As long as humanity exists, so will my hatred. This kingdom will become a land of the dead. That's how I will save this country, my final duty as a saint. By the hands of the new Jeanne d'Arc reborn through death and hatred!" Alter looks at her other self. "It is sad that you cannot comprehend this, but I can't say that I am surprised. Always playing the saint; always the puppet. It is Impossible for a pretty little holy virgin who pretends not to see hatred and joy and is incapable of human growth!"
"I…" But no words come out of Ruler's mouth.
"No, what is human growth to Servants?" Romani said. "If you're going to call it something, you would rank up as a Heroic Spirit."
"Rank up?" I asked, having never heard that term before.
[Rank up or Ascension is the method for Servants to become stronger. By providing certain magical materials, it is possible to enhance a Servant's Saint Graph and come closer to their "starting point of conception" or to the level of strength of the original Heroic Spirit]
"There appears to be a noisy fly here." Jalter heard Romani. "Should I kill it if it gets too annoying?"
"Wait, wha- The console's on fire!?" Roman panics. "That Servant can burn her enemies with just a glare!?"
"Don't just stand there, idiot. Grab the extinguisher and put it out!" Olga Marie ordered.
"... are you really 'me'? There's no way you can be…" Jeanne could not believe for a moment that this was truly her. She wanted to argue, to DENY her, but any words just died out before she could even utter them.
"... I have played my part for you so clearly, yet you still have doubts. But that's fine." Jalter smiled. "This rage is an ugly justice and justice… can be cruel. It demands retribution. It's not that you cannot understand it, it's that you do not have the will to try."
"That can't be true, I don't want this. I DON'T WANT THIS!" Jeanne cries out.
"Even now, you still deny who you are. But now I understand. Seeing you like this, I have realized all there is to the Heroic Spirit that is myself." Jalter looks at her other self smugly. "You are neither Ruler nor Jeanne d'Arc. You are nothing but some leftover residue that I threw away. If you were the same existence and Class as I, then I should have felt something. But you are worthless. Nothing but a ghost with a misguided effort to recreate history." She glances at her Servants. "Berserk Lancer, Berserk Assassin. Put this country girl out of her misery. Rejoice, they are strong. Among all the Servants I summoned, your thirst for blood is the strongest. You exist to crush the brave. Devour them all to your heart's content!"
"Very well." B. Lancer steps forward. "Now, I will have your blood."
[Analysis Complete]
Servant Lancer (Berserker)
True Name: Vlad III
Strength: A
Endurance: A
Agility: B
Mana: A
Luck: C
NP: A
[The king of Romania and a hero. One of the greatest heroes of Romania, his most famous deed being repelling Mehmed II. Even Mehmed II, who had used tactics such as moving ships through land and had overthrown the Byzantine empire, couldn't stand up against the demon who put up impaled enemy soldiers for show. He is better known for being the model for Bram Stoker's 'Dracula'. Because of this, his name was spread out throughout the world and this small country hero ascended to the Throne. As both a Lancer and a Berserker, he embodies both aspects of his real life and fictional counterparts, however, Mad Enchantment suppresses his more heroic side. That is his current state. He is a monster that sucks blood, transforms into mist and bats, and destroys his enemies with stakes made inside his body]
"Not so fast 'my king'." The B. Assassin interrupts. "I would like to partake of her flesh and blood, as well as her insides."
[Analysis Complete]
Servant Assassin (Berserker)
True Name: Elizabeth Báthory (Carmilla)
Strength: C
Endurance: C
Agility: A
Mana: B
Luck: C
NP: A
[The older aspect of Elizabeth Báthory who has come to be known as the vampire Carmilla; the "Blood Countess". She is a wicked woman who has bathed in the living blood of more than 600 women in order to preserve her own beauty. An atrocious being through and through. Unmistakably an anti-hero, if circumstances allow her to be summoned, it would probably be by a dark killer on the same level as her. As a Berserker, her vampiric tendencies have been amplified, the Mad Enchantment negates any rational thought, leaving only her constant desire for the flesh and blood of young women]
"Oh, that is not good…" Romani mumbled.
"So greedy." Vlad comments. "And her soul? Who gets to take her soul?"
"There is no gain in taking her soul. Do you think honor or reputation can maintain my beauty?" Carmilla asked.
"Very well," he responds. "Then I shall take her soul. It's quite ironic though. I am able to understand her beauty, only after I have fallen as a blood-sucking devil."
"Yes. That is precisely why I cannot hold back my urges." She said, "I will not forgive anything more beautiful than me. No, more than that- the blood of those more beautiful than me, can only elevate my beauty!" She moans, her smile was all teeth. "Ah, how fun it is to crush such fresh fruit. I'll throw away the skin and just enjoy the juice - this is the privilege of being a Noble of the Night. I'll squeeze every last drop of you."
Jeanne is still dumbfounded by her other self's bombardment of words as Vlad III and Carmilla rush forward.
"Jeanne!" Ritsuka cries for her friend.
Jeanne gets out of her trance but it is too late as the vampires are already in front of her. Carmilla reaches out, her fingers mere inches from grabbing her face. However, something wraps itself around her arm and pulls her away.
"You think a mere chain can hold me from my prize?" Carmilla mocks, but then senses something off. She looks at her arm as the spiked chain glows with runic symbols causing her skin to burn instantly.
"AHHHH!" Vlad and Jalter as well as her other Servants are surprised by the mad assassin's sudden scream of pain.
They look to see me holding a whip of sorts. It primarily has the appearance of a cross with bandages around the handle making it easier for users to hold tightly. The chain is attached to a hook that used to be the cross' upper section and at the bottom is a sharp stake that is ridiculously sharp.
I tug the chain and unable to resist or escape its grip, Carmilla is sent flying and crashes in the side of the rubble. I pull the mechanism and the chain retracts, returning to the cross.
Vlad looks at the whip and in an instant the hairs on the back of his neck sticking out. Why is he afraid of some puny little whip!? He is Vlad the Third, King of the Vampires! He is not afraid of some no-name weapon!
"You're probably confused right now.." I hold up the cross whip for Vlad to see. "This weapon was created by combining alchemy and magic for the specific purpose of combating the creatures of the night, however, in order to truly kill more powerful creatures a sacrifice was required: the soul of a vampire. However, that's not what makes it special." I juggle the whip back and forth without a care in the world. "What sets it apart is the fact that all of the owners of this whip have come into contact and fought 'Dracula' at some point in their lives as well as the Grim Reaper and won." I explained. "Because of this, it is an anti-Dracula weapon. Its name… The Vampire Killer."
"Vampire..." Berserk Saber began.
"Killer...?" Berserk Rider mouths out, not believing it to be possible.
"Wait… Dracula? But doesn't that mean…" Ritsuka began.
'He's not a vampire despite popular belief. He is actually the man that Baron Stoker used as a model for his character Dracula. Vlad the Third, the hero of Romania; the Lord Impaler." Olga Marie explains.
"Who knew my True Name would be revealed so callously. I'm extremely displeased." Vlad said sarcastically. "But enough of that, I'd like to see if this 'Vampire Killer' is as powerful as you claim it to be."
"Alright then," The chain of the whip extends. "Let's dance!"
The two of us charge at each other. Vlad tries to take a swing at with his spear, but I throw the whipped chain at the mad Heroic Spirit but he dodges it, however, it manages to grace his shoulder leaving a gash that seems to be burning through his skin. However, to the surprise of the vampire the wound continues to spread and grow at a rapid pace, covering his entire arm in a layer of welts and burns.
"Impossible!" Vlad III screams out in pain.
"As I explained before, this weapon was especially made to kill 'Dracula." I told him. "You have no one but yourself to blame for the injury."
"Agh!" Vlad grabs his shoulder in absolute pain as he lands further back. "Come, my army!"
On command, a platoon of ghouls appear out of nowhere and surround us.
"Where the hell did they come from!?" Olga Marie yelled.
"Protect Master!" Artoria exclaims as she and the rest of the Servants charge at the undead.
"Jeanne, Mashu, keep Gudako safe! The rest of you deal with the zombies!" I take both hands on chain and tug them making an audible snapping noise. "I'll finish what I started."
Meanwhile, Carmilla gets up and looks on as Vlad fights against the unknown magus before her eyes turn to the distracted Jeanne d'Arc and her female Master. She licks her lips and rushes forward but is stopped and kicked aside by EMIYA.
"And just where do you think you're going?" EMIYA asked. "Trace on."
A replica of the Vampire Killer materializes in his hand. "It may not be as strong, but I'm sure it'll be enough to kick your ass." He mocked bows. "Now, shall we dance, my lady?"
Carmilla just growls at the Nameless Heroic Spirit.
Vlad is having a hard time fighting. His opponent was forcing him back as he tries to avoid the hook and the chain itself overall, as a single touch can hurt him really badly. So this is the power of a weapon exclusively made to kill him? It really does live up to the name "Vampire Killer".
"Stop playing with your food already, Berserk Lancer. End this rat's life already." Jalter's voice rings in his ears. "I give you permission to use your Noble Phantasm. Drink that fool's blood to your heart's content!"
"As you wish. Well then…" Vlad lowers his spear. "I would have loved to continue our dance, but now it is time for you to offer me your blood." Black miasma begins to surround his body. "Covered in blood, I hereby offer up my life! Kazikli Bey!" Suddenly, stakes made of bones and flesh erupt from his body, curling and moving around like it's alive. Debris and body parts are pulled into the unholy river of death, making this grow larger the longer it exists.
"!" I didn't have time to react as the river of bloody stakes engulfed and pierce through every part of my body.
Vlad laughs maniacally. "Behold my power and despair. For this is the true power of the Vampire King!"
"FRANK!" Ritsuka and Mashu scream out at the same time as tears begin to run down their faces.
"No… no, no, no, NO!" Olga Marie cries out.
Semiramis glares at the Magician. "Dammit…"
Artoria's face twitches a little.
"No…" Medusa is in disbelief by what she just witnessed. "You can't be dead…"
The blood from the corpse is absorbed into the stakes and flows into Vlad, who hums in content as if he is drinking wine. "Ah, such rich flavor. It has aged to perfection. As expected of a First-rate magus. You can only blame your own arrogance for underestimating me."
"Quit stuffing your face already. You still have other prey to feed." Jalter reminds him.
Vlad lets out a sigh. "Yes. You are right, of course." He wills his stakes to return to his body, but that's when he hears something.
"I must admit, you caught me off guard. Your Noble Phantasm is even draining me of my blood, but I expected nothing less from you, Dracula."
Everyone is dumbstruck by the sudden voice coming from the corpse. Vlad most of all. His Noble Phantasm pierces through every vial part of his victim' body.
He is NOT supposed to be alive!
"However," I straighten myself, causing the stakes to break off from my body. "Such an attack will not be able to kill me."
"!" Everyone was in a state of shock at the sight.
"How!? That attack pierced all of his vitals! He shouldn't be alive!" Roman screams out in disbelief. "What is he, immortal or something!?"
"Or something." Olga Marie mumbles.
"It... cannot be..." Jeanne says what's on everyone's minds as tears threaten to fall. "He's alive..."
Jalter couldn't believe herself either. How can this human still be alive?
"He is not human..." Martha said.
The stakes return to his body as Vlad is dumbfounded. "Impossible! No one can survive being impaled by my spears! Who are you!?"
The stakes in me vanish and my body quickly closes the holes it pierced and my clothes are restored.
"I ask you a question, worm!" Vlad yells out.
"I believe I already told you who I am. I am your enemy." I told him. "If you cannot comprehend this, then you cannot be considered an intelligent person."
Vlad lets out a war cry and charges towards me, but I easily dodge all of his strikes and kick him, sending him crashing into the ruined buildings. "Such a pity. You let yourself be swallowed by madness simply because someone is stronger than you. You are nothing more than a rabid animal."" The ruined building explodes as Vlad rushes towards me at inhuman speeds.
I raise my arm and point at the sky. "Disappear into the light. Holy Smite!"
A column of light comes down from the heavens and engulfs Vlad completely.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhhh!" Everyone can hear the mad Lancer Servant scream in agony before it dies down as his form slowly diminishes until there is nothing else. The pillar of light dims and all that is left is a large scorch mark and no Lancer. His army of ghouls vanish, with their master gone they can no longer maintain their form and turn to dust.
Jeanne's eyes are as wide as dinner plates. How is he able to call upon such holy power? She knows that he is a magus of sorts but to be able to call upon such power shouldn't be possible? The fact he can also use a holy weapon with such finesse is something to take note of.
'Just... who are you?' Jeanne thought as she stares at the magus' back.
Jalter clicks her tongue in frustration. "Berserk Assassin, return to me at once."
Carmilla was exhausted, her body was covered in burn marks and cuts from the Vampire Killer. "You! You ruined my beauty!"
"Man, this whip is good. I can see why it's so effective against vampires." EMIYA praises. "So, Blood Countess, do you have any last words?"
Carmilla snarls in frustration and anger.
"Berserk Assassin, return to me at once."
Carmila grunts in annoyance. "My Master is calling me. Do not think this battle is over, Archer. You WILL suffer for this transgression against me!" She rushes back to her group.
EMIYA dismisses the Vampire Killer and lets out a sigh. "Why do all the women in my life have to be so difficult? Curse my E-ranked luck." He then disappears and returns to his Master.
Carmilla appears beside Jalter. "I am here, Master. Where is Lancer?"
"Lancer is dead." Jalter replies.
Carmilla arches an eyebrow under her mask. "Really, that's disappointing. A monster like Dracula was defeated so easily. It's unfathomable. Though I am not exactly in any position to talk down on him." She winces from the searing pain of her burns. "I will need blood to heal and restore my beauty. I am afraid I will not be of much use to you Master."
"Tch, useless. Saber, Rider, kill them!" Jalter orders.
My hair rides the wind as I turn to Jalter and her advancing Servants with a blank expression. "You want to dance too?"
Just then, a glass rose appears out of nowhere and intercepts the upcoming attack.
"Huh?" Both Jeannes exclaim.
"A glass… rose?" Mashu said, perplexed.
"It's not elegant!" A female voice shouts. "Neither is this city. Neither is that combat style. I don't like your philosophy or principles either."
"Who's there? Show yourself!" Jalter demands.
"You're so beautiful, yet you surround yourself in blood and hatred." The voice continues. "For good or for evil, shouldn't a human try to be more free?"
"...A Servant?" Jeanne asked.
The female voice arrives to battle as she makes her appearance. She is a woman with beautiful white hair wearing a red dress, red gloves, long white kneesocks that doubles as shoes. She has her hat with a flower seemingly blooming on top of it. She also gives off the vibe of a celebrity or an idol.
[Analysis Complete]
Servant Rider
True Name: Marie Antoinette
Strength: D
Endurance: D
Agility: B
Mana: B
Luck: B
NP: A+
[The Queen of France of the 18th Century whose genealogy is related to the House of Habsburg. The queen consort of Louis XVI. An ephemeral lady. Loved as a symbol of royal authority, being blessed while living—Destested as a symbol of royal authority, shown contempt as she ended up dead. Protruding eyes of the nobility, political marriage, living the royal court life, and then, revolution and execution. It is possible to say that Marie's way of life and manner of death is the embodiment of royal authority as an evident "idol". Her reputation was restored in modern France; during framies, she reduced court expenses to make donations, personally demanded for the nobility to provide support to the people and such—it has thus been confirmed that she was a woman that thought of the people]
"Yes, that's right." Maire said. "I'm so happy. This is what it means to announce oneself as a hero of justice! I know who you are. I also know how powerful and terrifying you are. To be honest, I have to confess that I've never trembled in fear before anyone else. Yet still - if you intend to invade this nation, then I shall face you even if I have to tear apart my dress."
[... eh?]
"You are…" Berserk Saber recognized her.
"Oh my. So you know my True Name." She smiles towards Saber. "Have we met before, splendid female knight?"
"Saber. Who is she?" Jalter asked.
Berserker Saber remains silent.
"Answer me!"
"Despite this murderous rage inside me, I still remember her ethereal beauty. The girl they called the Flower of Versailles. She is Marie Antoinette." Saber reveals.
"Marie Antoinette… Why does that name sound familiar." Ritsuka said.
"Senpai, Marie Antoinette was the queen of France during the 18th century. She was the wife of Louis XVI and a symbol of European aristocracy."
"During the French Revolution, she was seen by the populace as a symbol of royal authority that needed to be destroyed in order to end their oppression. She and the king were caught escaping the country and were executed." Romani states. "However, her reputation has been restored in the modern day as there have been accounts of her attempting to make lives of the lower class better even by a little."
"That's right, '' the identified Servant said. "Thank you for saying my name! And as long as that name exists, I will play my role, no matter how foolish it may be. You! Dragon Witch who's torching my country. It might be pointless, but I will ask you anyway. Are you evil enough to perform your wicked deeds in my very presence? Will you declare yourself a greater fool than I, the queen who failed to stop the revolution?"
"Silence!" Jalter shouted. "You lack the right to participate in this battle."
"Oh? And why is that?" Marie asks.
"You led a life of luxury in a palace, and died without even knowing what happened. Are you saying you can understand our hatred" Jalter explained.
"Hm... I suppose I can't." Marie responded. "But that makes me want to learn more, Dragon Witch."
"... what?" Jalter was now confused.
"What I don't know, I learn." Marie said. "That's my policy."
"That's why I can't bear to look at you like this. Oh, Jeanne d'Arc, beloved saint" she declared. "All I know is that you're taking your rage out on the innocent. And I've not the slightest idea why. Everything's disappearing into a haze, like a girl going for a Sunday walk. I've no words for you. What I do know is this. Along with Jeanne d'Arc over there. I am going to make your heart and body mine!"
Everyone's mouths are left wide open by the declaration.
Mash was utterly confused while Jeanne was blushing at the declaration not knowing if it's a confession or a stand-off.
Cu was laughing a storm in the background. "Damn, this girl has no filter."
"Is she really a queen? She acts more like a schoolgirl than anything else." Semiramis comments.
"Oh, my. Oh dear, oh dear. Um, don't misunderstand me." she reassured her allies. "I just meant that as a Queen, I'm going to bring you to your knees."
"That… makes more sense." Medusa chimes in.
"It's falling apart," Romani muttered in depression. "My image of Marie Antoinette is falling apart..."
"I'm going to need a drink after this…" Olga Marie adds.
"Enough of this farce!" Jalter said. "Very well then, you are my enemy. Servants, first take care of that annoying princess! Then the others!"
Just as they were about to attack, a pair of massive skeletal hands fly in and grab both Saber and Rider, trapping them in their vice grip.
My fists are clenched just like the two constructs are. "You're wide open." I slam my arms down and the constructs do the exact same thing, crashing hard to the ground.
"Gah!" The Servants trap grunt in pain from the sudden descent. Two smaller hands appear above their faces and they slowly begin to glow red.
"Gr, Assassin, use your Noble Phantasm!." Jalter spits out.
"But Master-"
"Don't you DARE question me! You are nothing but a tool of my revenge and I ORDER you to KILL that bastard with your Noble Phantasm!" Jalter screeches out enraged.
"... Understood." The air around the area suddenly stagnates, filling the atmosphere with dread. "I wanted to use it on the beautiful saint, but your blood will make an adequate appetizer."
"Oh no, you don't! Amadeus, crush them like bugs!" Marie orders.
A musician came out from hiding as he was hold a baton and was wearing a black, green, and purple coat.
"Leave it to me!" he shouted. "Noble Phantasm, Requiem for Death."
A phantom orchestra appears by his side and begins to play a dreadful yet beautiful musical tune.
"What a soothing symphony." Semiramis hums, enjoying the music.
"Hm…" Salter was mildly enjoying the tune as well.
"One more!" Carmilla said as she liked it. "Oh, but what a glorious, evil sound!"
"Ugh! I think I'm gonna be sick." Cu grunts, clearly not enjoying it.
"Dammit…!" Jalter cursed as she felt it as well. Her Servants were in the same situation as they all collapsed.
"Now, then good day everyone" Marie waved goodbye. "Au revoir!"
We left the town post haste. The constructs that were keeping the two Servants disappear while pressure from Amadeus's Noble Phantasm began to lighten as they all stood back up.
"Rider." Jalter orders with a scoff.
"... what do you want?" Berserk Rider asks.
"Go after them. Surely you can catch them on your 'horse'." She ordered. "There's no need to fight. Just tell me where they are, and I'll crush them."
"...Understood," Berserk Rider said. "I assure you I'll catch them."
"Ahh, that awful noise is gone... What a shame" Carmilla stated. "I wonder if I can make that Servant my pet. I'd stick his head on a phonograph and have him scream all night."
"...Ruler," Saber asked. "Do you think Rider alone is enough to handle them?"
"It will be fine." She assured him. "Rider's Noble Phantasm is perfect for destroying them. ...But you're right, I should be careful. I'll return and prepare to summon additional Servants. Go ahead and cause as much trouble as you like. If you're lucky enough to find them, slay them. You're not going to be beaten by a queen who never left her castle, are you?"
"How harsh. I stayed in a castle, too." Carmilla mentioned that she felt insulted. "But... heh. My talents are a match for any of the others. Saber, Lancer. The next time we fight, will you let me handle the enemy Rider?"
May I ask why?" Saber asked.
"She is the person I wish to slaughter most in this world." Carmilla explains. "It will be that woman Marie who kneels before me."
"..." Saber doesn't say anything and turns to his Master. "One more thing. What should we do about that man? The one that killed Vlad?"
"What about him? I don't care. It doesn't matter who beats who, the result doesn't change. I leave this in your hands. Don't get too out of control. Even Anti-Heroes have their dignity. Make sure you don't become mere murderers." Jalter then steps on her mount and flies off.
"She flew off, huh." Carmilla commented. "'Dragon Witch' is certainly the right word for her."
"The woman we just confronted was the real Jeanne d'Arc, wasn't she?" Berserk Saber asked her.
"What of it? Ours isn't a fake either" he replied. "And we are Servants, in search of blood.
Though you may not be, even in this state... Chevalier d'Eon. The noble dragoon."
d'Eon closes his eyes, before opening them with more resolve in them. "...I will obey my Master," he began. "If she wishes to end the world, I will help her. And I too, am under Madness Enhancement. Do not anger me."
"Heh. My apologies." Carmilla mockingly apologizes. "It's hard not to feel pity. The Queen you respected, who sent you a dress, is now your enemy." Carmilla mentioned. "But that is the fate of a Servant. That is the nature of the Holy Grail War. Saber, let's go. We must search for the next city. I must restore my beauty, I cannot let my enemies see me in this decrepit state. I will defeat that Archer and put him through the most painful of tortures imaginable!" She breaks down into a maddened cackle.
"-Phew" Marie Antoinette wiped the sweat from her forehead. "All right, are we safe now?"
"Doctor?" Mashu asked the Head of the Medical Department.
"Yes. I'm not detecting them anymore." He said. "While we're at it, I'm picking up leyline readings from that nearby forest."
"More importantly, how the actual FUCK are YOU still alive!?" Olga Marie demands from me. "Most people usually die when they have all of their vitals pierced like that!"
"Yes, I'd like to know that as well." Salter chimes in, analyzing my body. "I'd also like to know how you manage to call upon such power."
"Me too." Jeanne adds.
"Me three." Amadeus chimes in. "I could hear it even from so far away. Such a beautiful melody, as if an angel was the one conducting it."
"I'm just made of sterner stuff." I said cryptically..
"Don't get smart with me, Frank." Olga growled.
"Are you some sort of new type of Dead Apostle?" EMIYA asked.
"How much punishment can you handle and are you willing to spar with me later?" Cu asked.
"Are you a god?" Medusa asked.
"Will you marry me?" Semiramis blurred out.
Everyone turns to the poison maker. "What? It's an eligible question."
"I cannot answer that yet. Just know that we share a goal and I will help you." I replied.
"But why?" Ristuka asked.
"Because I want to see if my assumptions are correct first." I said.
Noble Phantasms used:
Vampire Killer: The Lament of Innocence (C~EX) Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm
Also known as the Holy Whip or Magic Whip, it is one of the few weapons in the world capable of killing the supernatural. Originally just an ordinary whip, it was enhanced with forbidden alchemy in order to combat the creatures of the night, however, it was not powerful enough to truly harm vampires, let alone kill them. The only way for the whip to gain that power was through a forbidden ritual that required a pure, yet tainted soul to be infused into the whip. The original wielder's fiancée was inflicted with vampirism and so willingly sacrificed herself to make the whip "whole" and able to defeat powerful vampires. This was because the whip needed a willing, yet tainted soul to unlock its true potential.
This whip not only does serious damage to vampires, but to any demon. Even powerful beings regarded as gods were not safe from harm any longer. The whip was most famously used to defeat Dracula and Death itself over the ages and thus, it will be lethal to any opponent who holds the title of "Dracula" or anyone who serves this title.
Its rank goes up to EX whenever fighting against a "Dracula".
Kazikli Bey: Bloodstained King Demon (C+) Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm
A Noble Phantasm that possesses a different name in another Class. His weapons are the "stakes" he shoots out from his body, the stakes of which are generated inside his body. Other than wood, the material properties of the stakes also include bones, flesh, shadows, hair, etc. It is also possible to take in objects that are within shooting range and turn them into stakes. The original Noble Phantasm is a sublimation of the legend about the impaled soldiers shown to Mehmed II, thus treated as an Anti-Army Noble Phantasm. In the above case, the range is overwhelmingly wide and is even possible to combine and manipulate countless spikes. Although this Noble Phantasm does not go that far, it still has enough destructive power to destroy a single Servant.
Unlike his other abilities and Noble Phantasms, which are normally sealed, this variant of Kazıklı Bey is still usable despite Legend of Dracula being active.
Requiem for Death: A Funeral March For the Grim Reaper (B) Anti-Army Noble Phantasm
It is a demonic tune based on the tale of Mozart being tasked with the composition of a funeral march for Death just before his own death. Any person who hears this tune must realize a Mana and Luck Check. If they fail, all physical parameters are forcibly reduced by two ranks, and additionally, they start receiving a severe persistent damage that ignores any armor or defensive magic and abilities. If they do resist, the parameters reduction becomes of only one rank, and the persistent damage is reduced in half. It is an open secret that the real nature of this tune is not that of "a tune that calls for a merciless God of Death", but that of "a thing that sympathizes with an impious God of Death."
Holy Smite is a spell that envelops the victim in a column of light that inflicts severe damage if they're evil-aligned.
Author Notes
EDIT: 8/16/2022
First Servant death and with his early death, events may play out a little different from their canon version. It was difficult to decide on how I wanted this chapter to go. I had two different ideas for it, but instead I opted to combine them and got this as a result.
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