Thirty minutes.

It has been that long since she had separated herself from her previous Master, Shirou Emiya.

To be fair, Saber couldn't really blame him for his decision. He was dragged into this without knowledge and without consent after all. From what little interaction they shared, he seemed to be a sincere and genuine person. He was certainly better than his father when it comes to morality.

It was quite the surprise when she found out that his master from the Fourth Holy Grail war adopted this kind of person. She wondered though…

What happened to Illyasviel? Saber can only hope that her family is taking care of her very well. But Magi these days have been...disappointing so she wouldn't be surprised if she is dead or used as a tool for their own ends.

After all, Irisviel died for nothing so who's to say that Illya would not meet the same fate?

Regardless of whether or not she wanted to help them, she needed to have her own wish fulfilled and she would do everything in her power to have it granted. There's nothing she can do for them and can only pray that her wish may change things for them.

She can only hope.

Now if only she can find a Master right about now, that would be wonderful but alas, this task is far more difficult than it needs to be.

-!

She felt a surge of mana not far from her current position. She immediately switched directions, hoping that this is a new master that is an experienced magus and not another bystander. With her speed, it didn't take her too long before reaching her destination.

She finally spots the master, picking up groceries from the floor. She can hear him mutter underneath his breath, something about pain in his hand.

Judging by the command seals on his right hand, that seems to be the source of mana, meaning he was selected from the Grail itself.

The master in question looks nothing special. Black unkempt hair with blue bright eyes. He is wearing a black suit with black pants and shoes, similar to what Kiritsugu wore from the Fourth Holy Grail War.

...Hopefully his new potential master isn't like him.

But…it seems that he is also a civilian dragged into this mess as well. She isn't sure if she would be willing to drag him into this war…

Well, if nothing else, she still has an hour left.

"Excuse me."

The male jumped back in surprise, dropping his groceries once again. But before they hit the ground, Saber immediately grabbed them with her inhumane speed.

"I believe this is yours."

The male could only gape as he took his groceries away from her hands. Before he could even ask what was going on, Saber interrupted him.

"You can ask me any questions when we enter your home. I believe I need to explain what's going on here with your mark."

The male tilted his head before Saber pointed the command seals on his right hand. Which took him by surprise.

"What the?! Where did I get this tatoo from?"

"Perhaps we can discuss that when we arrive at your home."

The male clearly wanted to ask questions but just refrained himself and decided to just introduce himself.

"Ok umm, My name is Ritsuka Fujimaru. A pleasure to meet you?"

He sounded genuinely confused. It was good, he didn't have the eyes of one who was malicious intent.

Yes, this would work greatly for her.

"Greeting…Fujimaru. You may call me Saber."

Artoria Avalon had no idea what's happening anymore.

Summoned to an unknown place, losing both her mana supply and her bond with her master and now this?!

When she saw that a hulking beast was about to kill someone, she reacted immediately with a mana blast to seperate them.

When she turned around, she was quite shocked to see the very familiar auburn hair that Murasama had as well. Even the face is identical.

But...she can tell...he is not him. This might be the vessel of Murasama since from what she remembered, he didn't have enough of an impact to be summoned as a servant.

So he borrowed a very compatible vessel that is similar in mind and body and that's how manifests himself as a Pseudo-Servant.

The person she sees before him is the original owner of that body.

But she had no time to ask questions as she had to jump back immediately to avoid being a red stain on the road.

In the air, she immediately summoned 4 golden rings around her and flinged them at the hulking giant. The giant managed to bat away three of them but the last one pierced through his right side, drawing a small amount of blood.

Now that Artoria could catch her breath for a second, she realized who her opponent really was.

Heracles.

'Of all the servants I had to encounter, why him?!'

This was not good for her. Perhaps if it was any other class then she may stand a chance to at least match them.

But…

With [God Hand] though...killing those twelve lives would be impossible, even if she used up every single Noble Phantasm she has at her disposal. It just isn't possible unless she gets a massive boost in both Strength, Mana and all her magecraft spells.

Right now though? She is running in fumes as she has still yet to find her Master in this place.

Her unique class skill [One's own Magic] allows her to regenerate her own mana, albeit it will be weakened if not contracted to a Master. In essence, so long as she doesn't use up all her mana too much, she can sustain her existence indefinitely.

Unfortunately though, all her magecraft spells are very costly and will drain her very quickly in combat, risking her existence to be erased by Gaia.

That isn't feasible, the only way now is to try and escape with Murasama's vessel in tow with a teleportation spell…A spell that she needs time to incantate.

Joy.

"Oh wow Onii-chan! You're so pathetic that even a servant decided to take pity on you." Said a white haired girl with purple robes who is a few feet away from Heracles.

Artoria narrowed her eyes on her. "So you're the master of Berserker over here?" She pointed to the Berserker, standing still.

She nodded before bowing to her. "My name is Illyasviel von Einzbern. And that is my Berserker, Heracles."

Artoria had to raise an eyebrow at the easy reveal of her servant. "Isn't it unwise to reveal a servant's True Name like that?"

Illya just gave a bone chilling smile. "Nah, Berserker is strong and he will win. So I don't care. But anyway Caster-san, please step aside and let me kill my Onii-chan."

Onii-chan?

Artoria looked back to see the young boy...surprisingly not terrified and instead looking at Heracles's sword-axe for some reason.

Weird.

"You mean him?"

She nodded happily. "Uh-huh so please leave and let me kill him. We can fight another day if you like. I would love to play with you all later."

Artoria gripped her staff tightly as her expression soured. For her younger sister to just...talk about killing his brother like it's some game to her…

It sickens her.

But...shouldn't she just leave her alone?

She can't fight at her full strength. She has no master and is currently using as little mana as she could. Meanwhile, Illya's Berserker already healed up it's injuries and looks ready to fight. And she can easily escape if she just...lets him die…

No...she won't do that. She can't do that.

Even if it wasn't for the sake of making her Master sad, she herself can't live with herself if she just left him to simply die here. Whether it's a grudge between siblings or not, it's still unreasonable to just...kill each other because of that. She will protect him!

Sometimes she really just hates how kind she really is.

"I'm sorry...but I can't just let an innocent one die here because you have a grudge against him."

Illya's eyes narrowed at her. "You have no idea what you are talking about, Caster."

She shook her head. "No I don't. Still won't let you kill him like that though." She prepares herself, casting [Reinforcement] onto herself, just in case. "I can't live with myself if that happens."

"So you don't care about your master then? Will you just abandon him like that?"

Artoria's breath hitches in that moment. Just thinking about her situation now just made her soured her mood further. "Don't talk about my Master like that." She practically growled at Illya. "My Master would have approved of me helping him regardless whether or not it helps us."

Illya shrugged her shoulders. "Suit yourself. Berserker, kill her."

"STOP!"

With that, the battle began.

Heracles rushed towards her and swung his axe, which was blocked by her staff imbued with her [Reinforcement].

She gritted her teeth against the strain. Despite the Reinforcement on her limbs and her staff, she is no match for the brute strength against the Greek's most famous hero in existence.

In that case, another strategy is required.

She deftly deflected the axe blade and threw out three small mana balls on him. Which prompted a violent explosion on the hulking giant. He reeled back from the explosion, surprised by the strength behind it.

Contrary to popular belief, Heracles's [God Hand] skill doesn't grant him immediate immunity to the attack. It's not like [Magic Resistance] where it outright nullifies magic attacks, instead, he gains resistance to said attack, physical or magical. It would mean that while Heracles will take less damage from Magical attacks, it doesn't mean that the effects of those magic attacks will not affect him at all.

But if he is killed by said attack, he will be granted immunity to that particular type of attack and would need another A rank magecraft or Noble Phantasm in order to kill Heracles eleven more times. The only way to instantly kill him is to have a hydra poison with her. Like she ever carried something like that in the first place.

Now, how does she win against these odds, without a master and risking yourself being erased by Gaia?

She makes a huge gamble.

While Heracles was being blindsided at that moment, she rushed over to touch a part of Heracles and touched his skin. Using [Structural Analysis] she scanned the entire body of Heracles for a brief second until she found the eyes of the raging giant.

She immediately poured as much magical energy for [Reinforcement] into its eyes, popping both of them instantly. That was before she got slapped away by his giant hand, sending her towards an electric pole.

"CASTER!"

The young boy rushed over to her, concern etched on his face as he saw a massive bump on her head. "Are you alright?!"

She nodded absentmindedly as her head was having trouble adjusting itself due to the concussion she may have from getting hit that hard.

But it seemed that it paid off and the results spoke for itself.

Since [Structural Analysis] and [Reinforcement] are not considered magical attacks, [God hand] did not register them as harmful to him and as a result, she managed to injure him internally.

Berserker seemed to have trouble seeing, swinging his axe around blindly. While his [Eye of the True Mind (False)] would hone his instincts and allow him to fight back, that was never her plan to begin with.

She just needed time to chant the incantation for her teleportation spell.

As soon as she stabbed the ground with her staff, a huge magic circle appeared on the ground and she began chanting in an unknown language.

The language that can only be spoken by the species known as Faeries.

Illya frowned at the language that Caster was speaking in. She wouldn't have cared too much about it, after all, Berserker will just regenerate those eyes of his and will be back in fighting shape.

But if the spell itself would target her instead…she decided not to try and not risk it.

Removing her purple cap in her head, she grabbed a bunch of her hair, forming them into wires that are strong as steel. Then she weaved them above her head, transforming them into a bunch of giant swords.

They are not enough to kill Caster nor injure her greatly, but it will just provide enough distraction for Berserker to recover and finish Caster off.

At the same time Illya was preparing for her distraction, Shirou saw that the electric lamp post collapsed beside Caster and he took a step back as the lamp broke against the concrete, but Caster did not even flinch, still muttering the spell with that unknown language.

Shirou immediately grabbed the metal pole from the lamp, muttered a sorry underneath his breath before forcibly separating the lamp from the metal pole. He closed his eyes and imagined a gun, firing off into the distance.

'Trace on!'

Converting parts of his nerves into magic circuits, he bore the pain of a hot iron rod shoved down his spine as his [Structure Analysis] was working on full speed.

'A metal rod of 2.2ft. 15% of the metal has been interior is hollow made up of several copper lines that was used for traveling electricity to the lamp.'

He prefered something more solid but this is the best he can do now so all he needs to do is fill the gaps inside the hollow rod and the gaps in between the metal material itself.

Changing his spell to [Reinforcement], he began to fill it up with as much magical energy as he could muster with the pitiful amount he could grab. He truly wished that there is a far more effective method for this but right now he has no time and just hopes that it's more than enough and that it won't break apart.

As soon as the both of them were finished with their preparations. Illya gave his onii-chan a bone-chilling smile before flinging her "swords" to Caster.

Shirou gritted his teeth, hastily using [Reinforcement] on his legs and arms before stepping up and poorly deflecting the huge white swords that would have killed him and Caster.

The swords themselves were sent flying to the several houses of this town. Shirou grimaces, hoping that no one was in those houses or that they were not there when...it hit them.

Illya gave him an empty smile. "Oh wow Onii-chan, that was so cool! How unfortunate for you that Caster is still not done and Berserker healed his eyes already."

Shirou looked to Berserker and noticed his two eyes that were previously gone, now reformed back to its full glory. The red eyes that hold untold madness are now focused on the still muttering Caster.

Shirou paled, Illya's smile widened even further. "Kill her."

Berserker rushed forward with his axe high, intending to crush her once again.

"DON'T!" Shirou immediately stood in front of Caster to take the hit that would surely end his life in one blow.

But it was never meant to be as in that moment, Emerald eyes opened to the world.

"[Teleportation]!"

With a blue flash of light that blinded the world, Berserker smashed the ground of the victim that was supposed to be there and now wasn't.

Illya pouted at the outcome of this battle. She wanted to butcher Onii-chan's body, leave his head only and display it as a trophy in her room.

But...it wouldn't be fun to end her fun right here and now. After all, she can always just find him and finish him off later.

Berserker lifted its axe and dematerialized it before going to pick up Illya and placed her on his shoulder before walking off, uncaring to the damage she had caused.

Unknown to the combatants, another figure stood on top of one of the houses.

His red eyes narrowed at the outcome of this little farce.

Normally he wouldn't be interested in the little spats that these mongrels have in this battle, after all, he already owns the Grail so he would idly stand by and let them have their little fight. And at the end, he will show his glorious form to the last master and servant before ending their lives.

But when he felt a disturbance in the city, he decided to investigate in hopes of making this dull war more interesting.

Now it only serves to infuriate him as the anomaly that was supposed to make this war more exciting, is nothing more than a faker who claims the face of his wife to be.

He wanted to kill her and that coward right there and then but a vision intrigued him, stopping his hand from delivering judgment.

That coward was supposed to die right here and then in this place. That was what his vision showed him before. But somehow, that faker managed to defy fate itself and allowed him to live once more.

Which gave him a smile on his face. While it still infuriates him to no end, he will at least keep his hand hidden and watch how that faker will change things in this war. Perhaps she might make that coward into something more?

He could only smile at the thought but for now?

It is time for him to find out who claimed Saber as their own and judge them with his own eyes.

They both ended up in a park somewhere, one that has an eerie feeling into it. She didn't like this place and it would be better if they left right away.

If she could.

She collapsed immediately onto the floor, dropping her staff as well.

The young boy rushed towards her. "Hey! Are you alright Caster?"

She gave him a small smile. "Don't worry...I'll be fine…" She widens her eyes as she begins to see golden dust coming out of her.

Is she dematerializing already?! How though?! She only used a few spells and one teleportation spell, how is she that drained already?!

She began to panic, which also caused the young boy to notice her panic and see the golden dust. "What the...Hey what's happening to you?!"

She doesn't have a lot of time anymore. A few minutes at best. Even her own class skill can't save her from dematerializing as she drained all the reserves from her spirit core.

"I used up way too much mana and I'm disappearing…"

"What?! But I thought you had a Master supplying you with mana?!"

So it seems that he is at least aware of the concept of Master and Servant. Good, it would make things easier to explain to him. "Unfortunately, an incident occured, separating me and my master away. What's worse is that my bond has been forcibly broken. I have no mana to recover from and have been using my own to teleport us away. It looks like the spell drained too much from me and I'm starting to fade due to a lack of magical energy."

For some reason, she doesn't feel sad fading away. She knew that eventually after Chaldea had combated all threats to humanity, they would all return to the Throne of Heroes, herself included, so they all knew they would die or go back either way.

Still...she feels...satisfied about this decision, knowing that this was something she wanted to do and not something her past self wanted to do. At that moment, she just wanted to leave the boy and search for her master, to fulfill the purpose of her creation by her other self back in Avalon.

But...she felt...happy here, knowing that what she did here and now was her own volition and not programmed by any outside forces, her other self included.

She will die here, then be absorbed into her other self only to forget the one singular choice she had ever made in her limited existence, only to be summoned again, probably in Chaldea with no memory of what would happen here.

Still for her…it's enough. This place…

"Hey… what's the name of this city?"

"Huh? Oh…it's Fuyuki… Wait, hold on a moment! Your bond is broken!? Just like Saber's?"

She gave him a questioning gaze. "Saber? You were a Master before?"

"Uh yeah, but I gave up my command seals. I didn't want to fight in this war...I don't want to kill other people…" He looked away, guilty at his choice.

She couldn't help but snort at that comment, which caused him to frown. "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

"Not exactly, it's just that people will always find a reason to kill others. Just like your sister just now, whether it's good or not, humans will always strive for conflict...to kill. It's just the way it is." Caster said softly, knowing that humans could be considered ugly due to her [Fairy Eyes] projecting the truth on to her.

"That's not right! We shouldn't be killing each other!" He yelled, arguing at the unfairness of it all.

She could only smile bitterly at him. "It ain't...but that's the way the world is…" More golden dust can be seen as parts of her leg are becoming transparent.

"Is there anything I can do to help!? I can't just leave you here!" She is surprised at the desperation in his voice. It's a weird contrast to Murasama who is confident but reckless in his decision while this young boy is...desperate, yearning for something.

"It's ok...My master would have approved of saving you, even if it meant for me to die here." That was a half-truth. While Ritsuka would approve of saving him, he would make sure that none of his servants would die as well.

Even though they can be restored in Chaldea, her Master would do his utmost best to ensure his servants will come back alive.

She can see the young boy grit his teeth in anger. He seems to be mad for her sake. It felt...similar to the way Ritsuka got mad over her other self's death as well.

What were these emotions that are in her body right now? They felt...strange but comforting.

"Please! What do I have to do to give you mana?! I can't...let you die like this…" He seemed really desperate to save her. She isn't sure why though…

"Don't worry about me...just worry about yourself first…" She really wished she knew his name right about now. But that sentence only seemed to anger him even more.

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT MYSELF! HOW CAN I BE A HERO IF YOU ARE DYING HERE WHEN THERE IS SOMETHING I CAN DO HERE! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT I CAN DO!"

She was quite shocked by his shouting, even more so by the moisture that is gathering in his eyes right now. Why is he so desperate to save her? He just quit the war to ensure that he doesn't die and now wants to save her, despite the risks…

She needs to make that point clear.

"If you do save me...you will be most likely dragged back into the war, the same war you decided to quit on. Can you really do that?"

He seemed to stiffened at the words she said. Good, that would give her enough time to probably fade away-

"I don't care."

Eh?

"If you die here…I can't forgive myself. Maybe if I had Saber with me...you wouldn't be wasting your energy to save me. So…I will become your Master and stick to your side until your Master comes back for you."

Ehhhhhh!?

He sounds...determined. There was steel in his declaration. His demeanor is familiar to her. He looked exactly the same when…

Murasama died to make Excalibur for her.

No wonder the two are compatible with each other. Both stubborn to fault and always helping others, even if it's a detriment to themselves.

Although he seems to be afraid of dying...he seems to be more afraid for her if she dies instead. That's…

Not normal.

Still if he is willing then…

"Are you sure about this?"

He simply nodded before grabbing her hand with his amber gaze. "What do I have to do?"

She sighed. She honestly thought she was gonna die here in peace. Turns out that ain't gonna happen just yet.

But...still, guess that ain't a bad thing after all.

"Very well then...I will connect my Spirit Core to your magic circuits so be prepared for it."

She didn't give him a second to process before her spirit core latches on to the red head's Magic Circuits to began the restoration process of her body

Twenty-seven Magic Circuits in poor quality. Geez, she is gonna be in for a ride. And... huh?

They were not activated at all?! How the heck did he become a master then?

She can see the sweat that is pouring from him as he bears the pain of not only the force contract, but also the opening of his circuits. When one's Magic Circuits is forcibly open, it tends to be very painful for the magus.

She really wished she could make his pain at least bearable but without any mana to spare, she can only hope that he can withstand it long enough.

It was odd though, he didn't scream in pain or even yelped. He is just bearing the pain through sheer determination and probably stubbornness.

That is definitely not normal.

She can feel her spirit core beginning to restore itself, her legs becoming more solid now and her [One's Own Magic] skill working overtime to restore the rest of her.

It seems that the connection has been established.

With her legs returned, she pried off her fingers from the young boy's hand and stood up. Before handing her hand back to him with a gentle smile on her. "Servant Caster at your service. Until I can find my master once more, I will be here for you, Master."

The auburn teen looked at her for a few moments, an indiscernible expression on his face before clasping her hand with his and brought him to his full height.

"Please don't call me Master… My name is Shirou Emiya. Please call me Shirou. I hope...I can be a good master for you, Caster." Shirou gave her a warm smile back at her.

Shirou huh...glad at least I know the name of the boy I rescued…

Suddenly, the memory of her summoning popped up in her mind.

"Hello. I am called Caster Artoria. To be honest, I don't really understand what it means to be a Servant, but if you say I will be of help with such a thing like magecraft, then by all means, please make use of me."

Ritsuka grabbed her hand with a warm smile. "Nice to meet you, Caster Artoria. My name is Ritsuka Fujimaru. Feel free to call me Master or my name if you wish."

Ah so that's why.

Both of their smiles are quite identical to each other. They both radiate pure honesty and will do the right thing.

She smiled inwardly to herself. This may not be what her original self wanted, but...she doesn't care. She is at least satisfied with this choice of hers.

"Don't worry Shirou. You are doing more than enough here." That moment of tranquility was ruined when Shirou suddenly collapsed on top of Caster.

Archer sighed as he sat on top of his master's mansion and looked up to the full moon that was gracing itself upon this night.

That one moment of hesitation when he locked eyes with Saber caused him to be greatly injured, resulting in being forced to retreat and recover his injuries, leaving his master alone with him and Saber.

He knew this was not how hia Holy Grail War went, after all, he was not summoned to be her master, it was another servant but it has been so long that his memory may have simply forgotten about the intricate details of his Grail War. Only the important bits.

Still, he can at least trust him enough to not let any harm come to his master, after all.

He knows himself better than anyone else.

Archer spotted his master, coming down from an uphill road and on her way to her house.

He waited for a bit, enjoying the moonlight for a bit longer before jumping down from the roof top and landing perfectly on to the entrance of his master's house.

He can see the familiar red coat that she wore that day. Her twin-tailed hair fluttered gently in the wind as her blue shining eyes that were once filled with pride as magus, have been toned down into something...odd.

He tilted his head with questions on his head. 'What's up with her broody mood?'

"What's gotten you so worked up Master? Did a cat die or something?" He couldn't help but be snarky at his comment. Guess being forced to kill for eons on end does wonders for his mental health.

His master rolled her eyes. "No, of course not." Her demeanor returned to what was familiar to him. Prideful. "I just didn't get the chance to erase that idiot's memory about the Grail War."

He raised his eyebrows at that comment. "Why would you need to do that?"

She looked at him as if he had grown a second head before realizing her error. "Ah my mistake, I should have informed you through our connection. Sorry Archer. But it appears that the idiot Shirou decided to forfeit this war."

If it wasn't for years of stoicism, his eyes would have definitely bulged out at the ridiculous action he made but he kept his cool and replied naturally. "Hmph guess that idiot had more of a brain than I thought. I suspected he would have joined this war for the sake of preventing innocent lives from getting hurt."

She nodded at his assessment. "I actually thought the same too, but I guess he values his life too much to not die here in this war."

"Yeah...good for him." He answered back absently as he was trying to reel over the fact that Shirou Emiya forfeited the war and surrendered his rights as Saber's master. He couldn't just wrap his head around it.

The mere idea of valuing his own life over others is just ludicrous or is it the fact that he won't kill others to end this war? Archer would bet on the latter.

"Anyway, it's getting late and I need to sleep. That fight with Lancer and the visit from the church tired me out so I'm leaving lookout to you, Archer. Night." She passed by him and waved her arms around before entering her home and closing the door.

He didn't even hear her as he was thinking on the endless possibilities on how the being called Shirou Emiya would forfeit a war that could endanger the entire city if that thing is still present in the Grail.

He shook his head and cleared out all unnecessary thoughts. He was just planning on seeing what would have become of this Shirou Emiya. If he decided to abandon the people here for himself. Fine, he couldn't find any fault in that.

If he did decide to participate in the war, he would watch and see if he would cling to that accursed ideal. If he did then he would kill him, plain and simple.

That doesn't seem to be the case here so all he has to do is be a good servant, destroy the Grail and return to the Throne in hopes of getting summoned again for his chance of killing his younger self.

But for now, all he could do is enjoy the full night breeze on the rooftop.

He hoped that he didn't make a mess on her roof tiles, otherwise he may not survive this war due to her temperament.

Class Skill:

One's Own Magic (B)

Desc: This class skill allows the regeneration of one's own magical energy, allowing the servant to cast their more powerful spells more frequently. At B rank, this will allow the Caster to use A rank magecraft for 1 day straight without stop.

The drawback is that a connection is needed between the servant and the Master, otherwise, the regeneration of Magical Energy will be dropped significantly and will only generate enough Magical Energy to sustain their existence indefinitely.

Noble Phantasm:

Chastiefol, The Staff of Selection. (Lostbelt) Chastiefol, The Sword of Great Illusion. (Pan Human History)

Weapon type: Staff (Lostbelt), Sword (Pan Human History)

Rank: B~B+

Known Owners: King Arthur (Pan Human History), Artoria Avalon (Lostbelt)

Desc:

In the Pan Human History, Chastiefol is another Holy Sword that has similar properties to that of Caliburn but not much has been known about this particular sword due to lack of historical entries.

But due to the name Chastiefol, meaning Chastizer of Fools, it is believed that the sword has abilities that may cast great illusions to fool its enemies.

In the Lostbelt, Chastiefol is known as the Staff of Prophecy. Artoria lifted the staff from a certain flower field and began her journey as the nameless king that will save Fairy Britain.

It is rumored this staff is the same one that Merlin uses but he neither confirms nor denies it.

Date posted: Oct 28 2021

A/N: So yeah...this is continuing I guess.

Thanks to the entertainment and encouragement which is the Review section, I decided to continue this fic because why not?

So yeah, I am continuing it and I wanna respond to some of the reviews.

The route where Saber came from in Chaldea? Nope she does not belong in any route. They met during the Magical Girl Reality Marble shenanigans… yes that event where u get a free Chloe.

And for the main controversy, the shipping lol.

I got a kick out of it tbh. It was just funny to me. I didn't even put the pairing yet and I'm already accused of "shipping Castoria with Shirou".

So my personal thoughts on it? I'm not mad really, just amused. If u want to write your Ritsuka and Castoria ship or lemon, go for it! As for me? I like this story the way it is so not gonna change it so suck a lemon!

Also cheers to you, ObviousHun. U noticed my story lol! The man/woman who inspired this piece of story.

Also ty for the encourage me to continue this story. I hope I won't disappoint.

Anyway besides that, I have 2 things to say.

1: Castoria's magecraft at some point in this story will be inspired by Dr. Strange's spell so yeah… there's that. Just the mundane spells, not the OP spells.

2: Can any of you experts actually fill me in for the backstory of Caster Artoria? While I can easily look for LB6 on YouTube, RL is kinda keeping me busy from watching it since its so freaking long so a summary will be great for me. Just PM me.

Anyway thanks for reading! Leave a Follow, Favorite and Review! I will Xian you next time! Chow!