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Two men are frantically leaving on a horse carriage. Away from a burning settlement camp. The panic and screaming men. In their argument, they're oblivious to a secret listener.

"Hey! Move! We need to get a move on!"

"I know, Captain! I didn't think anyone would challenge us. I mean, don't we have a magical beast of myth on our side? No? Who would fight us?!"

"That's what I'm trying to know about myself, Soldier. All I'm getting back is that they appeared out of nowhere. I know They aren't a military group. My sources tell me it's nine of them, plus a mage somewhere in the area. That's the info I have before my men were slaughtered and my resources pillaged."

"So you plan to retreat and let the rest of our men be slaughtered?!"

"Yes, if it means we can escape. I can always rebuild and reform with the stragglers if they survive."

"Sir, no, Shelby, we shouldn't just leave them behind-." The man began, only for him to be cut off by his superior.

"I can do what I want! Andrew! You can't tell me what I can and can't do. This is my life, and I can do what I want with it!"

There was a moment of awkward silence between the two men as the moving hooves galloped against dirt and cargo moving in the back.

"Hey Andrew, I'm sorry-" Andrew raised his hand to signal to stop the horse and silence the person beside him.

Andrew unsheathed his sword and jumped off the carriage.

"State your business!"

A young man stepped from the bushes onto the dirt road.

"Hello there." The man greeted the two men.

"Who are you? And why are you after us?!" Andrew demanded. Andrew knew this person was dangerous. It was a subconscious thought that passed through both of their heads even if the person didn't look imposing, but because of that reason alone, he was threatening.

"Well, if you must know. I'm Mortem, and I'm here because of that chest your friend has in there." Mortem pointed to the carriage.

Andrew looked at Shelby, who gave a knowing look and back to Mortem.

"What if I don't have it? And you have the wrong people."

"C'mon man, all the people back at that camp were screaming your names while my Servants took care of them. Unless you fellas have twins who look like you?"

Andrew didn't have time or patience to try and talk his way out of this one.

"Shelby, run, I'll distract him!" Andrew went into a sprint after Mortem. Trying to attack Mortem to buy as much time for his friend Shelby to run.

"Nice plan, but it seems that you were too late to decide," Mortem pointed to the horse carriage, and Andrew saw Shelby slumped over, blood trickling down his face and ears.

Though blood pooling in the seat, Shelby looked happy before he died, as if, for a brief moment, all his troubles had disappeared.

However, in contrast to the pleasant smile of Shelby. Andrew was livid. His face snarled.

"You…You! Bastard!" Andrew swings his sword at Mortem, hoping to get a scratch on the bastard who killed his friend.

However, Mortem was fast, dodging every attack Andrew could throw at him to avail. Andrew didn't care if his muscles screamed at him to stop. He wanted-no he needed to kill this bastard.

Mortem smiled at his determination and will. Yet it was powerless against Morten's ESP. With a finger snap, Andrew fell like a puppet without strings. Andrew's death was quick and painless, dying from a psychic wail.

Ordinary humans would die immediately unless they were subconsciously ready or they turned out to be a mage. Humans from the time of man always had fragile mental protection different from the humans of Morten's time. Except for Ritsuka, they have been exposed to mental attacks from outer gods and other creatures who toy with minds.


With a sigh, Mortem laments the fate of these people. Though he killed them both effortlessly without much mess, it could have been worse if his Servants had finished the job. He doesn't mind messes; it was preferred to do it that way.

He used the telepathic link to Raikou first out of everyone here. She'll be the most frantic and wondering why he's gone. Though he told her where he was going, she was a worrywart of a mother.

Hey, I've located the chest, and I'm returning to the camp. Have you finished up there and gathered the chest?

Oh, my child, where did you go? I turned my back for a second, and you disappeared. I was so worried. I thought something terrible had happened to you.

Mother, I'm fine. I have no cuts or bruises. You can check when I return if it eases your heart.

It will thank my child.

Turning off the telepathic link with Raikou, he switched in with Artoria.

So did you find the chest yet?

Yes, Master, I found one. Though this mission was too easy, these men were wasted on my lance. Thought since you called for me, I'll make do to fight these unworthy adversaries.

Thank you, Artoria. I'll try to be a better Master for picking more suitable enemies.

I apologize, Master. I wasn't complaining about you rather than these soldiers who were weak and undisciplined in combat.

Mortem then switched to Boabaon Sith to tease or get under her skin. Whichever works. Mortem told her where he was and asked if she had found a chest.

Oh?

After torturing one of the men for information, I found one in the camp.

Good job, Bao.

Why thanks, Master, your praises may make me forget about that tongue of yours from earlier.

No, you said something?

Mortem quickly switched off the connection before Bao had a chance to respond back.

Medusa? Virtra?

Yes, Master, I found one as well, along with Virtra.

And what is she doing now?

She is currently flying around the parameter finishing off the remaining stragglers.

Good, that's great. You two, keep up the good work.

Your praise is wasted on me Mor-Master.

Medusa was the ever-loyal Servant that Mortem appreciated when it came to missions. Though each Servant was different, and they opened up with time with their own quirks. Ranging from overprotective to downright murderous when it came to their Master. Yet Mudeusa was different. She was similar to Sernity when he first summoned her. She didn't say much and watched and observed him after going on a few missions and interacting with her. The goddess is more than meets the eye.

It's okay, Medusa. You don't have to feel like praise isn't needed. Rewards are given to people who do their jobs, and you have done that well enough. You should accept that more, my little Medusa, or should I say my precious Snek.

Y-you don't have to call that Master. At least not here.

Behind Medusa's mask was a faint tint of red of one would look close enough on her stoic face.

Alright, my favorite Snek, don't tell the other snakes I said that.

Okay, my Master.

Mortem talked and checked with all the other Servants he had on this mission while he took two of the bodies of the men and buried them. Then secure the chest looking inside and spotting ascension materials inside.

Mortem alerted Da Vinci and Chaldea to start the recall process once he groups up with the rest of his Servants.

Taking flight across this singularity and feeling the wind in his face was a sensation he always enjoyed. Though the faces of many Servants were stupefied whenever he flew around. If he had brought his camera with him, he would have taken a picture including the burning of the settlement before him as the night sky filled with stars of different shapes in colors.

The stars look beautiful tonight. Can I pinpoint the constellations this time?

There was always something about star gazing on planets that were oddly comforting. Whether he was sent to space or settled down on a planet, looking up and seeing an ocean of stars was always lovely.

Though this could be the explorer inside talking as a child, he always wanted to be an explorer. Finding habitable planets and studying their ecosystems.

I wonder what my father is doing right now…


"Patients, where are my patients!"

"My Noble Phantasm [Pain Breaker] can make the pain disappear!"

"Stay out of the way. Magic has no need in the medical field!"

The Servant medical staff showed up. Consisting of Nightingale, Asclepius, and Medea Lily. They would pop after every Rayshift to ensure the Master and Servants had no severe injuries. Even though Ritsuka and Mortem would bring at least one Servant that specialized in healing or treating wounds.

They checked every Servant after coming to a mutual understanding that the Servants were in top shape. The medical staff quickly turned their gaze on Mortem, the Master. The true reason why their here to begin with.

Mortem tried to sneak out during the inspection, but the medical staff saw through his tactic.

"Where do you think you're going, Mortem? You are ill." The Angel of Crimea spoke. Her face was gentle but did little to hide the [Madness Enhancement] in her eyes whenever she thought someone was ill. She'll try to cure them even if it means killing them by proxy to cure their disease.

"Patients shouldn't try to run away from their examination. For once, I agree, my fellow doctors. You haven't been showing up to your weekly physicals." God of Medicine inching ever closer to Mortem added. Though he wasn't as insane as Nightingale, he was just as passionate about his profession.

Medea Lily didn't say much, just gave him a look that meant, 'You can't run away from this one, sorry Mortem.' bless her soul. She did everything she could to stop the two Servants before her Master.

"Alright, I give up you the win. I won't run away, and Medea, you can put your wand down." Medea was ready to bind two of them while Mortem ran away or used a Command Seal on both of them.

Both of the Servants escorted him to the medical wing. However, since it's Mortem, the trip there would be difficult. He screamed and thrashed the whole way, much to the dismay of the Servants around him.

However, for most staff in Chaldea, it was a normal day…