'Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.' A shower of rain falls onto Fuyuki City as the night ends. However, while the sun may have replaced the moon in the sky, such a thing could not be seen as the clouds hid the bright rays of the mesmerizing star from view. The result being as if the night was still continuing as if it were never ending.

'Vrooom.' A car moves through the streets as the passenger in the back seat comes into view. It was someone that was already familiar, the Master of Lancer, Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia. But he was not paying attention to the outside scenery. Instead, his observation was solely focused on something in his hands, a silver amulet, what was contained within it being the picture of a young girl with hair as white as snow.

"The promised day is almost upon us… soon… I will be able to take back my birthright and create a world that you would have loved, sis." Darnic muttered to himself with a sincere smile on his face as he was on the verge of tears just by looking at the picture of the girl. He then closed the amulet and put it back into his pocket. The car drew ever so closer to its destination as the third Holy Grail war was not even close to being over yet.

'Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!' The girl with a kitsune fox mask concealing her face started playing the samisen again for the audience of spectators before her as the orange, green, and black curtain had begun rising once more on the next act of this grand adventure…

Act 2: Twilight of the Third Holy Grail War

Chapter 6: The Vow of the Archaeologist

In an unfamiliar land surrounded by fog, it was hard to make anything out. But before she knew it, she noticed a man within the fog. The man was of impressive stature even his arms were much bigger compared to any she had seen before. He seemed like someone who would be able to protect her from any harm.

However, something seemed aloof about the man. As the sound of waves rocking back and forth could be heard, a massive ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see was in sight. Even though the ocean was right there, to the point that the man could easily soak his feet after the long journey it must have taken to get there, he chose not to. Instead, he stood there, silently until-

"… Okeanos… after all this time… I found you." The man spoke with a voice that was not only wise but familiar. It was as if she had seen this man before? But where? Before she could find an answer to that question, the girl awoke from her dreams.

"Ah." The girl let out an audible gasp as she noticed an unfamiliar ceiling. The girl named Takina wondered where she was. She examined her surroundings, but they didn't give her a single clue. As she was about to stand up, memories of the battle on the moonlit night resonated with her. How she was defeated by Lancer, but more importantly how her own Servant had fallen in battle.

'Creak.' Suddenly a door creaked open as a man walked into the room. The man was in a priest's garb, she didn't even need to look at his face to know that the man in question was Risei Kotomine. But even though the question of where she was, was all but answered now, Takina could care less. Instead, she stood up from the bed she was on and approached the priest.

"Woah! Take it easy! You only just regained consciousness!" Risei yelled out with a worried look on his face, but Takina ignored him. She was up and able to move her body, that much was more than enough for her. What Takina needed to know was regarding the whereabouts of her Servant.

"Where's Rider?" Takina spoke with a serious look on her face as she braced herself for the worst. The way her Servant fell off his stead, it reminded her vividly of the night her father passed away to the point it was driving her crazy. She wouldn't allow her Servant to go out like that! Especially after the promise he made her-

'Hahaha! Don't worry. I'll live up to all of your expectations! After all, I'm Alexander the Great! The King of Conquerors! And I will undoubtedly conquer this War just as I had conquered this world in the past! Hahaha!' Were her Servant's words to her. It had only seemed like he said it a few minutes ago so she could clearly recall them.

'You better not have died. I won't allow it.' Takina thought internally with a pained look on her face as she couldn't hide her worries completely. Risei noticed this.

"Come with me." Risei spoke as he walked out of the room while Takina followed in suit. The girl in red was led up a series of stairs until they reached the top. Risei opened the door and what Takina saw next was the main room of the church she had been to a few times in the past, such as just the other night when she led Jones here so that she didn't have to be the one to answer the questions he had.

But that didn't matter to her right now, what mattered was the condition that her Servant was in. Takina surveyed the room until she found the person she was looking for. Her Servant Rider was still among the living in this world. That fact alone made her weep tears of joy.

"Oh, thank goodness. Rider, you are o- Takina spoke but she couldn't finish her sentence as she bit her tongue while her eyes went wide upon noticing the state that her Servant was in. Rider still had a hole as wide as a golf ball in the center of his chest.

"No way… that wound is still there." Takina blurted out as she fell to her knees. Perhaps since was still a child herself, she had assumed that Rider's injury would have healed by now. After all, he was a Servant! Rider would never let such an injury beat him! Right?

"I'm sorry. There was nothing that I could do about something that severe. It's a miracle that his Spirit Core is still intact and that he hasn't returned to the Throne of Heroes. That stubborn will he has is probably what's keeping him here." Risei explained as he rested a hand on Takina's shoulder in order to calm her down.

That's right. There's nothing you can do about an injury like that. If she had been the one to receive it then she would have perished on the spot, no doubt about that. Even still, Rider had fought for her, and he paid the price.

"You're right. He really is stubborn as they come." Takina replied with a weak smile on her face as she looked at her Servant who appeared to be peacefully asleep but was most certainly fighting for his life, just so that he could continue the fight and live up to her expectations. On a whim, she wondered what Jones would say to her now that this happened. Would he berate her for being so reckless? Probably. Wait a second-

"… Where's… Indy?" Takina managed to squeak out as she braced herself once more for the worst. Upon entering the main room of the church, she had surveyed everything and found no trace of the archaeologist to speak of. This could only mean he was-no. She didn't even want to imagine such a possibility. But what other possibility could there be?

"I'm sorry to say… but the only thing that I found of his was this." Risei spoke as he revealed the fedora to Takina. It was the same hat that had rested on Jones' head as little as she had known him for. But she could not see the man leaving his hat behind. Which means… that he was most certainly… killed.

"Don't cry. Everything will be alright. I promise you that there was no body at the scene. I doubt his hat alone would have been the only thing that remained if he had perished. My Servant, Assassin is currently in pursuit of the culprit. She has made it her mission to retrieve Jones by any matters necessary. The only thing that we can do now is hope for the best." Risei whispered into Takina's ear. But even though his words had meant to console her, the tears wouldn't stop flowing down her cheeks.

'I… I was such a fool. He had come all the way from America to help me when he had nothing to gain from it. And all I did was treat him as if he were nothing more than a pest. I… I couldn't even apologize to him.' Takina thought internally as she closed her eyes. Upon doing so, she recalled something from not too long ago-

'My, you are one greedy little king. But do you really think someone as small as you can defeat a proud warrior of the Fianna?' The words that Lancer spoke not long before he defeated Rider resonated through Takina's mind. This along with the name of his spear as well as his Noble Phantasm, 'Mac an Luin' made his identity crystal clear to Takina.

'Slap!' Takina slapped her cheeks and brushed her tears away. No. Now was not the time for crying. There was still something that she could do for Rider. And even if it didn't amount to much, it was better than doing nothing!

"Risei, I know the identity of the Servant who did all of this. It was Lancer and his true name is Fionn mac Cumhaill!" Takina spoke with a look of resolve on her face as she stared at the priest beside her with tear-stained eyes.

"Ah! A-Are you sure?! You're positive?!" Risei yelled out with a look of shock on his face. In response, Takina silently nodded.

"Hmm… it's going to be tricky but… there's a chance to save Rider." Risei revealed as Takina's eyes went wide with disbelief.

"Really?!" Takina shouted as she almost smiled but chose not too as she didn't want to get her hopes up for nothing. Even still, she had to know more about what Risei had just told her.

"Yes. Fionn was a great hero of Irish mythology and with that came many legends regarding his exploits. However, one thing was consistent throughout all of the legends. When Fionn scoops water in his hands, that water is granted the properties to heal any wound. I wouldn't be surprised if it was his Noble Phantasm." Risei explained while Takina listened intently.

However, this brought forth a question. Takina had already seen Lancer's Noble Phantasm, being his spear, 'Mac an Luin.' If Risei's words were to be believed, then does this mean Lancer has two Noble Phantasms? If that's the case, then dealing with him will be very tricky indeed.

"Takina, I'm going to inform Assassin what you had just told me. This information could be critical in ensuring that everyone survives. For now, you should rest, your body still needs to replenish its Od." Risei spoke with a serious expression as he walked away from Takina and entered another room of the church.

However, Takina didn't move an inch. Even though she knew that Risei cared for her well-being, there was still something that she could do for Rider. Takina sat on the floor and grasped Rider's hand with her own. It was a simple thing that her father would do for her when she was sick, and it had always made her feel a bit better.

'This is the least I could do for you after you went through so much. Everything will be alright.' Takina thought internally as she caressed her Servant's hand. Even though it was difficult for her to believe, especially with things being so dire, the girl named Takina Tohsaka had tried to believe that everything would be alright for the first time in a very long time.

Meanwhile in an undisclosed location…

The man named Indiana Jones sat in silence as he stared at the ceiling above him. With the piece of metal covering his mouth, there was no way he would be able to use a Command Spell to teleport David here so that he could rescue him. His Mana had also been completely drained from the night before due to him using Reinforcement Magecraft repeatedly. The archaeologist couldn't even leave the room with the metal bars preventing him from doing so.

Even though Jones was completely trapped from the outside world with no hope of escaping from his current predicament, he wasn't scared or worried in the slightest. Even his anger had subsided, since Jones recognized that there was no point for him to feel that when there was no way for him to release his emotions without hurting himself in the process.

That's why Jones bottled up his anger deep inside his body and waited for the opportunity to release it on a person who deserved to get punched a bit. Perhaps that servant with the spear? Not only did he kill Rider, but he also hurt Takina. A man who would go out of his way to hurt children was someone who didn't deserve any sympathy.

No. Jones didn't feel an ounce of pity for that madman. But with the man nowhere in sight, Jones couldn't direct his fury at him. As far as the Archaeologist was concerned, the spearman who was undoubtedly the Lancer-Class Servant, may not even be in the place he's trapped inside of. For starters, Jones didn't even know where he was. All that he remembered was being incapacitated by Lancer and waking up in this cell.

The cell in question was exactly what you'd expect from one in a prison. It was dark with almost no light to speak of, except for a light in the ceiling that was flickering erratically. It was enough to give the archaeologist a headache. The cell itself was also very cramped and allowed for very little movement. There wasn't a cot or a futon to rest on, just the floor that looked like it hadn't been properly cleaned in years. There were even roaches crawling up the walls.

'Well, at least there aren't any snakes.' Jones thought internally as he looked on the bright side in this horrible situation, he had found himself in. That's right. There's no point in being angry with no one to direct it to. Until he was given a chance to strike back, is when and only when he would be able to get back at the person who had put him here.

However, such a chance could take days, weeks even. By the time he's out of this cell, the Holy Grail War might even be over. No. Even if it was futile, the man named Indiana Jones held resolve in his heart that somehow against all odds, he would find a way to break out of this cell and wherever he was currently. After all, Jones had been in plenty of terrible predicaments just like this one and had always found a way to escape! But then…

'Creak.' As if Fate was answering him, the door to his cell covered with iron bars suddenly opened. Jones rushed to his feet while thinking that someone was here to set him free! But his hopes were soon dashed as he noticed that the person who had opened his cell's door was a soldier carrying a gun in his hands. But that wasn't even the worst part…

… On the soldier's armband was an insignia that was unmistakable. Jones had seen it many times in the past two years. It was none other than the swastika, the symbol used by Nazi Germany. The same enemies who had tried to take the Ark of the Covenant and the Holy Grail for their leader, Adolf Hitler. And now, here was Jones, face to face with another one of those enemies much like the ones he had fought against in the past.

'Nazis… it just had to be Nazis.' Jones thought internally with what was most certainly a look of annoyance that was obscured by the piece of metal covering his mouth as he started sweating profusely.

"Come. The major requests an audience with you." The soldier spoke with a serious expression on his face as he stood beside the iron bars of the cell's only place of exit. Even though Jones had wanted to punch this man in the face and take his gun, that had a high chance of ending with his own demise.

'Step. Step. Step.' Jones walked out of the cell as the soldier followed in suit. That's right. This isn't the time for action. Not when there are most likely several more soldiers within this place, and all armed with weaponry just like this one has. Until he has a chance to break this piece of metal off of his mouth, Jones must remain cautious.

Jones' eyes squinted as he was greeted by a well-lit hallway, this was because his cell might as well have been pitch black. As his eyes were getting used to the light once more, Jones noticed several soldiers walk past him, all armed with rifles. It looks like playing cautious had really been the right course of action after all.

"Move! I don't got all day, you filthy American!" The German soldier yelled out as he hit Jones in his back, which caused the latter's thought process to shatter like glass. Jones had now decided that once he broke out of here, that the man behind him would be the first person he punched in the face.

Unfortunately, now was not the time for him to be punching wildly. Instead, Jones focused on walking down the long hallway as even more soldiers passed by him who were all armed to the teeth. This made Jones' confidence dwindle as the chances of him making a successful breakout that didn't end with him six feet below, rapidly decreased with the appearance of every new Nazi.

"Stop. Now open the door." The Nazi spoke as he slammed the butt of his rifle into Jones' back once more, as the latter rolled with the punches. Before he knew it, Jones had walked to the end of the hallway, where there lay a door. There was nothing special about it, it was just an average door, one that looked a little worn after it had most certainly been used plenty of times over an incalculable number of years. Jones then did as he was told and put his hand on the doorknob and twisted it.

'Creak.' The door opened without Jones having to muster any effort to speak of. Upon looking into the room before him, Jones noticed a man in the center of the room, he was wearing a uniform just as the Nazi behind him had worn along with a cap having the Reichsadler on it, another insignia that Nazi Germany had commonly used along with the swastika.

"Go in already!" The Nazi behind Jones shouted as he slammed his rifle in the latter's back for the third time. Jones couldn't even take any deep breaths to calm himself down due to the metal on his mouth. So, he had no choice but to walk into the room as his nose flared with anger. The door was then shut behind the archaeologist as he came face to face with what was undoubtedly 'the major' that the Nazi was referring to.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Jones. We have met before, but you certainly don't seem to remember. Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia. And before you try to do anything barbaric like slamming your fist into my face, I'll let you know that I'm the Master of Lancer. Now sit down, we have much to discuss." Darnic spoke with a pleasant look on his face.

Jones did as he was told and sat down on the seat that was on the opposite end of the table where Darnic was seated. For some inexplicable reason, this man was treating him with common courtesy? It was unnerving, to say the least. More so, that the man in front of him claimed to have met him before.

Jones had no recollection of the man in front of him. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that Darnic had long dark blue hair, that reached all the way to his shoulders and was further braided into a ponytail. The man's face was unfamiliar to Jones along with his name. Not once had he ever heard the name 'Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia' in his entire life. A name like that would be difficult to forget to say the least.

Furthermore, Darnic had several medals on his uniform, befitting a man who was a major of Nazi Germany. Not only that, but Jones had noticed red tattoos on Darnic's right hand. Without a shadow of a doubt, they were Command Spells, though they looked a bit different than the ones on his hand. There was nothing that Jones could do against a Master in his current predicament, so he let the man in front of him take charge of the situation.

"First, take these. That way we will be able to communicate with each other." Darnic spoke as he slid a notepad along with a pen to the opposite end of the table where Jones was seated. Without batting an eye, Jones caught the writing utensils before they would have certainly fallen off the table and onto the ground below him.

"Next, I would like to apologize for how the guard treated you. I can have him reprimanded personally if that would satisfy your crave for revenge. Just write a 'yes' or 'no' and slide the notepad back." Darnic continued while maintaining an innocent smile on his face as his words did not match the look on his face in the slightest.

'Scribble. Scribble' Jones then did as he was asked and when he was done writing his answer, he slid the notepad back to Darnic, the latter of which then looked at the response of the former which read 'I don't care. Do whatever you want.'

"Not the response I was expecting. But that's fine. That guard can live another day if you don't think he deserves a cruel and miserable death. Anyway, how do you like your room? It's a little dusty and cramped, wouldn't you say?" Darnic spoke as if he was casually chatting with a coworker, to borrow his own words, that was certainly not the response Jones was expecting to hear.

"Oh. I almost forgot to slide this back to you. Here you go." Darnic continued as he slid the notepad back to Jones. The latter of which scribbled his response to the question that Darnic had asked moments ago in the notepad before sliding it back to him. The major of Nazi Germany looked at the notepad for the archaeologist's response which read 'No. It's perfect.'

"Hahaha! I'm sure that your sarcasm never fails to disappoint your adversaries. Don't worry, I'll make sure that you are given a room befitting your prestige as well as anything else you desire. Alcohol, women, alcohol and women, anything's on the table as long as you agree to my proposition." Darnic continued as if this were a simple business meeting.

'Just what the heck is he getting at?' Jones thought internally as he was confused over the way he was being treated by Darnic. This is the first Nazi he had come across who treated him like an actual human being and not a wild animal like the ones hunters kill in order to provide food for their families. Strange would be an understatement. But with all propositions, there was undoubtedly a catch.

"I'm glad you catch on quickly. That saves me the trouble of having to ramble on further. I'll cut to the chase. I want you to disband whatever alliance you have with the Tohsaka family and partner up with me." Darnic declared as the atmosphere of the room changed dramatically along with the conversation or lack thereof with the restriction of Jones being able to speak freely.

'You… what?' Jones thought internally as his eyes shot wide open upon hearing the request of the man in front of him. Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia, a major of Nazi Germany had just asked for his cooperation in forging an alliance! Not in his wildest dreams did the archaeologist ever see such a proposal coming!

"Don't be so surprised. You made sure that my nation's army couldn't claim the Ark or the Grail. A man of your talents is valuable to any nation. Even one that you had foiled the plans of many times in the past, wouldn't you say?" Darnic spoke as if wanting Jones to become his ally was the most natural thing in the world.

'J-Just how much does this man know about me?!' Jones thought internally as the man in front of him knew about his battles with Nazi Germany over the Ark of the Covenant and the Holy Grail. Darnic is certainly a major of their army, but incidents that ended in his country's loss should have been swept under the rug as if they never happened in the first place! Right?!

"Oh. I know a lot about you, Dr. Jones. No. I'll call you Indiana, from now on. The man that had started his fight with the Nazis ever since the first great war as a spy for the Belgian army all because he couldn't enlist in the American military at the age of seventeen. You were already fighting against my country's military while I was simply a child." Darnic revealed such information as if it was natural for him to know so.

'W-What?! H-He even knows about that?!' Jones thought internally as he was utterly speechless in more ways than one. The man in front of him had learned of his exploits from all the way back to the great war?! It was almost as if he was reading his mind! And just what the hell did he mean by 'first' great war?!

"Don't worry. There's no second great war… yet. It's just a theory of mine that it may be upon the horizon. Don't concern yourself with it." Darnic apologized but as he did, he still wore that unnerving smile on his face as if he were a child who was like 'Oops my bad.' After breaking the cookie jar in the pantry.

"Back to the topic at hand, I request your assistance not only because you are a capable man, but because of your skill with Reinforcement. You see, I witnessed the entire battle in the park through the eyes of a little birdy. Your affinity with Reinforcement Magecraft… it was mesmerizing." Darnic continued.

"You even managed to knock out Luar Edelfelt with a single blow! And the way you even canceled out Lumia's Gandr shots was just as amazing! I didn't even know you could do such a thing with Reinforcement Magecraft! I was truly astonished by your performance on the battlefield!" Darnic continued with the look of a child who had witnessed a magic trick before his eyes by a talented magician.

'H-How in the hell does he even know all of that?! Did his Servant of his tell him all of that?! No! That's impossible! Such a level of detail can only be known by actually witnessing it! D-Did he somehow use Magic to cloak himself so that he wouldn't be visible to the naked eye?! Is such a thing even possible?!' Jones thought internally as he had no knowledge regarding what familiars are.

"Familiars are usually small animals, like a common house cat that Mages have made with Magecraft. Such a thing is possible even by a low-tier Mage such as myself. You can certainly do it by learning the process behind it." Darnic spoke as if he read Jones' thoughts like a book.

'I-Is my confusion that obvious?' Jones thought internally as he began sweating profusely once more.

"Quite. But that's fine. You are an archaeologist who seeks fortune and glory and I'm a mage who seeks the same thing. We are quite similar, don't you think?" Darnic replied while maintaining his innocent childlike smile.

'I'm… I'm nothing like you.' Jones thought internally as he couldn't say the words, he wanted to say due to the metal covering his mouth and the notepad being in Darnic's possession. While it was true that Jones had sought ancient artifacts for fortune and glory once upon a time, this was no longer the case.

Ever since almost a year ago, when Jones and his father, Henry Walton Jones Sr. were seeking the Holy Grail that the former still wasn't sure had no connection with the Grail he was seeking now, was when he had an epiphany-

'Jr! Give me your other hand! I can't hold on!' His father had yelled out while Jones should have been dangling for dear life since his father was the only thing stopping him from plummeting to an early demise. However, Jones was focused solely on the Holy Grail which was almost within reach.

"I can get it… I can almost reach it, dad.' Jones replied as his fingers were touching the grail, he was so close to grabbing it. By retrieving the Holy Grail, the man named Henry Walton Jones Jr. would become someone who would be celebrated in history textbooks for centuries to come. Not to mention the immense fortune he would be able to gain by simply giving it to America or any nation for that matter. Jones would become a millionaire overnight, and all he has to do is reach for it a bit more and-

"Indiana… Indiana…" His father spoke as Jones came to his senses. Even if he were able to claim the grail, by doing so he could fall just as Elsa, a spy for the Germans had fallen only moments ago. Was risking his life further as his own father held onto him really worth it? That's when his attention averted from the Grail and focused on his father.

"… Let it go." His father spoke with a warm smile. Not only had he called him by a name that made him feel like an adult, one that he liked a lot, but he also smiled back at him. It was a stellar contrast to the blank look on his face that his father had given him in the past. It was then that Jones realized that there's more to life than being rich. That at the end of all of his adventures, his father waited for him as his mother surely watched them both from heaven.

Jones didn't waste a single second longer to grasp his father's hand as the latter pulled him out of the crevice he was in and to safety. Not long after that, both men along with two of their dear friends rode into the sunset, ending a great adventure that both father and son would never forget and cherish to the bitter end. Through this adventure, Jones had regained the affection of his father and the importance of the family he had left.

However, not even a year later, a young girl would lose her own father in a tragic twist of karma that had befallen her for no good reason whatsoever. Jones knew what it was like to lose his mother. He would have lost his father too if it wasn't for the Holy Grail's healing capabilities. That pain would be one Jones would never forget, which is why he held deep regret in his heart for not being there for his dear friend when he needed him most.

This brings us back to the present moment where Jones had been captured by Nazi Germany and by a man who claimed to be similar to him. But as far as Jones was concerned this man and him were polar opposites now. Perhaps Jones would have agreed to Darnic's proposition if it had been just a few years ago he would have agreed so that he could get an out-of-jail-free card and strike back later when the time was right.

But even if it was a lie, he would regress back to the man that he was a few years ago, one that only sought treasure for personal gain. Even if it was prideful of him, Jones refused to agree to whatever the man in front of him would propose even if it was just a lie. After all, he would be betraying the trust of his late friend's daughter and that was something that Jones refused to do, above all else. After all, he knew how it felt to lose someone dear to him.

"Hmm… if you would allow me to continue then I will go on about why else I request your assistance aside from your impressive capabilities. Your Servant Archer, is the King of Israel, David, isn't he?" Darnic spoke as he stared at the man in front of him. This broke Jones' thought process as he was brought back to reality by this sudden reveal.

'So… he even knows about that… for some reason… I'm not even surprised anymore. Who would have thought?' Jones thought internally as he remained calm and composed in spite of Darnic's extensive knowledge.

"You don't have to answer that question. That much is clear already due to the fact that you had the Ark of the Covenant on the bed of your truck for all to see. Not the best course of action, but you do you. Don't worry, I have no interest in the Ark itself, that much should be obvious after what happened to those poor souls that opened it two years ago." Darnic continued.

"What I desire among your cooperation is your Servant's support as well. There is a Servant in this war that jeopardizes this very city we find ourselves in, the Servant of that the Edelfelt sisters summoned. Avenger, her true name being the dreaded Gorgon." Darnic continued but even though he maintained that childlike smile, his eyes told a different story.

'So… that lady with snakes for hair was Gorgon, the same one from Greek mythology? I guess I should have considered the possibility.' Jones thought internally as if he knew of the existence of Gorgon, ever since he read Homer's Odyssey when he was a child. That's why he knew how terrifying that monster could be from words alone.

"What I ask of you is for you to use David and make him use the Ark of the Covenant to kill Gorgon. That monster has no right to exist. I'm sure that someone as astute as you would agree. If you do this favor for me, I will give you everything that you desire and more." Darnic continued.

"All you have to do is break whatever thing you have going on with the Tohsaka family and join me. By doing so I can even guarantee your freedom. And don't worry, I'll give Takina Tohsaka a painless death. I'm sure that she'll thank me from the afterlife when she's finally reunited with her father. So, what do you say, partner?" Darnic asked with a smile that didn't fit the bastard he is in the slightest. He then slid the notepad back to Jones one last time.

'Scribble. Scribble. Scribble.' Jones scribbled onto one of the pieces of paper in the notepad for the final time as this would ensure that there would be no point of return from what was about to occur next. When Jones was finished, he slid back the notepad to Darnic, the latter then read what was on the page, which was-

'Go to hell.'

"I see. That's a shame. I thought for sure that we would see eye to eye given how similar we are. I guess the saying 'opposites attract' is more fitting, don't you think?" Darnic asked as he closed his eyes and knew that Jones wouldn't be able to give him an answer.

"You see… I had hoped that you would join my side. But I knew that you would never do such a thing. After all, it would go against everything that you've done before. You think you are a hero, one that always saves the girl at the end, but let me tell you what's going to happen next…" Darnic continued as he approached Jones.

"… I will ensure that Takina Tohsaka dies a cruel and merciless death. Not because I have anything against her or to get my sick kicks but because I want to see the look on your face when you realized you could have had it all but sacrificed everything all for one measly little child…" Darnic continued as his smile grew wider and he drew ever closer to the archaeologist.

"… But there's one last thing I have to tell you before you are brought back to your cell where you will spend the rest of your days until you starve to death. The man responsible for the death of your friend… Tatsuo Tohsaka…" Darnic spoke as he finished approaching Jones as he was right next to the archaeologist. Darnic then bent down so that he could whisper something in his ear. And then…

"… It was me." Darnic finished as Jones' eyes shot wide open. The archaeologist had thought he was prepared for anything that came his way. But this… not in a million years did he expect to hear such a thing from the man before him.

"I know how you must feel. He was my friend too. But even though he was going to die anyway… I killed him with my own hands! He didn't even see it coming! Even in his final moments, I doubt he ever expected a betrayal from me! All the blood, sweat, and tears, that he shed was for naught! Because now his own daughter will share his same fa- Darnic continued once more but before he could finish speaking-

'Bam!' Jones had punched him right in his jaw! This made Darnic collapse to the ground. The sudden noise that came after Darnic fell, resulted in the door to the room opening and a guard rushing in. The guard didn't waste any time as he restrained Jones while the latter shook violently.

"Take him back to his cell. We're done here." Darnic spoke with the innocent smile that he had been wearing all this time even though he had just been punched in the face. But that wasn't even the most surprising part, Darnic was crying as he bled from the mouth all while that childlike smile was plastered onto his face. That was the last thing Jones saw before he was forcibly taken back to his cell.

'Bam.' Jones was pushed onto the cold hard stone floor as if he was nothing more than a piece of trash while the door to his cell was slammed shut. Once again, Jones was trapped with those metal bars restricting his freedom. No. This whole place made sure that he wasn't feeling joy in the slightest.

But that didn't matter anymore. It was there in that dimly lit cell, that a fire awoke in the man named Indiana Jones. A ferocious flame that would not go out until he had claimed what he now sought. Jones wasn't in this war to seek the Holy Grail nor was his sole goal being to protect Takina. That was still there, but another goal had arisen from the depths of his heart, one that he swore to accomplish no matter what happened as a result of his actions…

… That he was going to be the one that will bring a merciless end to the man named Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia. For that reason, his late friend's demise will not be in vain. That's why he will see to it that Darnic's last moments on this earth will be an agonizing end where his smile finally crumbles to pieces along with the rest of his body.

Meanwhile, within another room of this very same location…

A man was shaking over and over while his eyes were twitching erratically at the sight of the man before him. No. That wasn't a man… he was a demon! But as the demon drew closer, the man could not even scream as was gagged! The man could only watch helplessly as the demon drew closer and closer until-

"Do not fret. Your death is near at hand. Your sacrifice will result in the survival of the many. You can die with that satisfaction." The demon who wore a plague doctor's mask and dressed in all black whispered in the cowering man's ear before using the scalpel in his hand to give the man before him a Fate worse than death.

To Be Continued…