Chapter 3: Contenders
The wyvern found itself at the forefront as the number of grimms decreased. This is it—their final push. The Wyvern's is before them, its imposing figure pushed the card soldiers to their limits. The wyvern completely overwhelmed them as it ignored their barricade and slowly crawled towards the academy entrance.
The now unrestrained grimms at the front rushed their way to Port and Oobleck, who were guarding Nursery from the sidelines. Fortunately, that's not the issue with them, as she believed they could handle the few remaining grimm left on their own, but it left Glynda to handle the other problem.
Glynda focused her sight on the wyvern. Should they kill it, grimms will stop coming out. Quickly changing the dust repository of the disciplinary, she used her semblance to lift up chunks of small rubble infused with fire dust. Hails of burning shards rained on the wyvern, shredding and burning its oozing skin, effectively inhibiting its grimm-producing ability.
But just as everything started to get better, beastial roars came from behind the wyvern. It was a group of boarbatusks, ursas, and beowolves, with alphas mixed among them. They climbed from the other side of the wyvern. They were the last remaining grimms who had been pushing wyvern from the back. But with all the attacks she had dealt, they chose to leave the wyvern's defense in favor of attacking the human as soon as her fiery hailing attack stopped.
Glynda realizes that she may have overlooked the grimms, thinking all of them were charging to the side. She didn't expect there'd still be a handful left on the back. With such close proximity, Glynda moved aside to avoid the boarbatusks' initial rolling attack.
The unrelentingness of alpha boarbatusk proved itself as it ran to a stone structure in hope of quickly changing its trajectory. Glynda saw its attempt and quickly hauled a boulder to disturb its movement by breaking the structure.
Before the structure collapsed, the alpha boarbatusk had already sent itself rolling midair. It landed further away from its intended location, but it had enough angle to return to its rolling stance, barreling quickly towards Glynda.
Glynda sidestepped, easily avoiding the alpha boarbatusk with a gift of explosion from the remaining fire dust she had left with her weapon.
Yet it put her in a pinching position. The group of boarbatusks at the back and the recovering alpha boarbatusk, along with the rest of the grimms in front of her.
"This is.. troublesome."
She turned to the side at Peter's group, finding them gaining the upper hand on the grimms. It would take a while before they could help her in any way, shape or form—time that she wouldn't have.
Glynda hoped that Fujimaru had quickly done their business. The least they could have done now was to go around and retreat back to base. The only way- now was to play this quickly. Despite her flickering aura, she raised her weapon high into the sky. A large-circle area attack on her surroundings should deter both sides of attackers.
She's the headmistress of Beacon, after all.
'When did I drop the 'acting' part..' Glynda thought bemusedly, Feeling as alive as she ever could. Artificially created storm clouds gathered on the sky around her as she prepared her gambit.
A large, booming sound echoed past her, and seconds later, someone threw a javelin straight at the alpha boarbatusk. Black discoloration spread into the golden base of the javelin along with cracks in several crevices.
A humanoid figure had launched themselves and kicked the stucked javelin, punching a hole that struck through the alpha's reinforced body.
Glynda was able to take a glimpse and catch the identity of the person behind that attack. It was the person who resembled someone she had known in the past. Although her appearance was different from what she had before,.
The state of her weaponry, her black-clad armor with red-line accents on the side, and her white ponytail hair that flew freely across the grimm infested ground.
"Pyrrha?.."
Glynda muttered in shock as 'Pyrrha' turned in response and met her gaze before returning to face the grimm. Her eyes met an expressionless eye that 'Pyrrha' currently had. To see her fighting in front of her in such a twisted appearance felt horrifying.
'What had Chaldea done?'
It was the sentiment she felt as she watched Pyrrha launch herself forward, thrusting her javelin to pierce an alpha ursa and shooting from the rifle end of her javelin to dig her weapons deeper. She swung down the now transformed xyphos to cleave the ursa in half.
'Grim.. '
Pyrrha stood still in the middle of combat. She checked her handling of the sword. It felt different, the swing just now used more power than necessary. Its excessiveness made it unwieldy. In frustration, she clicked her tongue.
'I can't adjust this mana with my aura.'
Yet, her current conditions didn't exactly provide any chance of experimentation. A pair of chains with a sharp spike at the end appeared from beneath her shadow, skewering the grimms closing in on her. It moved erratically, skewering any grimms unfortunate enough to meet its way.
'Grimm.. Grimm…'
She grabbed her xyphos firmly to send a wide slash that culled a row of grimm that once again foolishly tried to close in.
'Tch..Too much'
She thought as the slash had caused the already cracking xyphos to break into pieces. The excess explosive power released from the combination of her aura, mana, and exposed dust obliterated clusters of grimms in a fan-shaped area.
Now rid of her weapon, some of the surviving grimm had converged their attack towards her. She could fend off one of them with her shield, but without Miló, it'll be hard when there were ten of them. Her other choice would be her semblance, yet when she tried it on the chains, they still moved uncontrollably instead of responding to her semblance.
As Grimm's closing in on her, their attack was interrupted by a sweeping cloud that caught them in ice. Pyrrha turned to face her old vice headmistress. She had quickly dealt with boarbatusks on the back at the cost of her shattering aura from overusing her semblance. Glynda opened her mouth without missing a beat.
"I don't know whether you are really Pyrrha or not. But if you are truly the help that chaldeans spoke of then, come help us!"
Pyrrha nodded in response. She grabbed the air and exercised her spiriton to once again manifest Miló in her hand. The following sweep attack cut-through several grimms and also the ground around her.
"Too wide"
She tried once again to balance the coursing mana and the radiating aura in her body at the same time. It felt like hand calisthenic training without using any hands.
An alpha ursa managed to get close to her past the ice and erratic moving chain. It was blocked breaths away, but not without leaving a scratch on her torso with its claws in defiance. The cut was protected by her aura, but it riled up something else inside her.
'Grimm.. Grimm.. Grimm!'
[Avenger] as the attack had affected her class-skill, 'Pyrrha' felt her insides were churning, burning her from within.
"Haagh!"
She grunted, breathing heavily, as she tried to balance herself. Servants don't need to breathe yet. As her consciousness wavered, old habits began to seep in.
She hoisted her xyphos to deliver a wayward slash that opened her route forward. It didn't matter to her if it destroyed her weapon once more, as metal scraps flung past her face.
Manifesting another Miló into a javelin and using its rifle function, Pyrrha launched herself barreling up to the sky after running on top of a nearby ice ramp. Her target was the Wyvern, Her mind was screaming for her to kill it.
"die-"
She hurled her javelin directly at the Wyvern, striking its body and causing it to retreat several meters before the searing chains caught it. The impact caused the javelin to break and expose its dust content. What followed was a giant fire dust explosion, empowered by her aura and large chunk of her mana. It engulfed the wyvern and its surroundings, including the floating jellyfish that had followed the horde's attack.
'...'
With her silence returned, 'Pyrrha' manifested another Miló and turned her gaze to see her summoner walking outside with a fellow servant. They stood witnessing the aftermath of her action. She felt her mouth slightly curve upward.
"Servant Avenger, You Finally Awaken Master"
She spoke, brimming with pride in her work. A job well done, achieving an absolute victory. No one is hurt, no one is lost. Yet to the outside perspective, it was a chilling proclamation more fitting of a tool than that of a human.
Her flat tone, lifeless yellow eyes, and the everpresent dreadful feeling she exuded, paired with a slight rueful grin put everyone into a numbing silence. Her old vice headmistress-now headmistress—was looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a mixture of bewilderment and horror.
Ritsuka understood the look on her face. The face that painted Gilles and the French people watching their saint had returned as the dragon witch. Yet, this time there's nothing He could do. Said dragon witch is on their side. He felt that the negotiations will be trickier than he expected moving onward.
At Novum Chaldea,
Jingle Able Meuniere, Chaldea's coffin operator, stood with all the Chaldean higher ups before the coffin Fujimaru Ritsuka used to rayshift. Da Vinci, who had retreated to her workshop, was the last one to come along with her assistant, Nemo Nurse.
"I heard that something happened to Fujimaru, what's wrong."
Meuniere turned away from his terminal.
"The coffin had detected a spike of activity in Ritsuka's soul."
'How does servant summoning cause damage to his soul?!'
To Da Vinci, such situation was not unexpected. Yes, Ritsuka had overexerted his mana circuits in the previous missions, which would've killed him several times over. No, the issue was the intensity of the reaction this time, which was strong enough to shock him into sudden unconsciousness. The question is now, whether or not this would negatively affect his health moving forward.
"The servant may have done something."
Da Vinci turned to her assistant.
"Nurse, Had Sion completed the servant's reading ?"
The servant began to communicate within the network of Nemos.
"partially,.. And yes, she was also thinking of provisional skill."
Da Vinci received the subsequent paper on the servant and confirmed the servant's capabilities.
"Does the servant provide such skill?"
"More or less.. it's still a theory, The world's population uses an Odic-like life force as a source of power. Aura, was it? Based on the book Fujimaru provided, it has the property to be activated by exposing other people's aura to an individual soul. Our guess, it happened during the contract formation when Fujimaru exposed his soul."
"To spread like that…Such a reliable method."
Da Vinci turned to Meuniere, who's keeping the diagnosis in Fujimaru's soul.
"Meuniere, will this change potentially have any negative affect on his health?"
"Unlikely, the sudden impact may just jolt his soul and depending on how it flows, it could damage his mana vein. But Ritsuka bursted his mana vein several occasions before, He'll repair themselves with some rest."
Goredolf found the answer acceptable. Still, they need to be careful.
"Humu… Does this aura keep being generated until his soul drains up? Is there a way to reverse or at least prevent that from happening?"
"We don't know about nullifying, but as for the soul itself, it is stated that Aura is not only capable of draining but also capable of nourishing the soul itself."
"Humu.. Humu, we will keep monitoring as it goes on. Send any servant that handles souls if needed."
"That's how it went, Fujimaru. "Do you understand what it means?"
After the battle at Beacon, things started to get resolved as the huntsmen from the city's base arrived at the academy. Glynda used the extra human power she had gained to secure Beacon Academy from grimms and to continue the restoration projects.
They never really talked after the fight as Ritsuka allowed himself and the others to be guided to one of the dorm rooms, while letting Glynda process things on her own. He believed they'll come to them when they are ready.
The room itself was slightly dusty, yet with a small cleaning done, it became a comfortable living space with 4 beds, a common room, and a bathroom. The plumbing and electricity are still not working, but it's better than nothing, at least.
"Yes, I'll take it easy for a while then.."
"Good, We will continue to closely monitor your conditions. Be on the lookout if any change happens, okay?."
With the report ended, Ritsuka laid his body on the bed, but then sat back up as he remembered someone that he needed to address. And it was the new addition to his servant roster.
"Forgive me for causing inconvenience to you, Master. While I do believe having your aura unlocked will help to keep yourself safe in this world, but I'll demanifest myself back to spirit form as punishment-"
He reached his hand forward to stop her from doing anything drastic. .
"No, no! It's alright, it's something that you don't expect to happen. I'm alright, see?"
Ritsuka gestures at his body from top to bottom… Before recomposing himself.
"I suppose we start with an introduction. My name is Fujimaru Ritsuka, Master of Chaldea. "Alongside me are servants that I contracted with."
Everybody also joined in introducing themselves.
"Mash Kyrielight, servant shielder, nice to meet you."
"Nursery Rhyme, servant Caster. Nursery is Alice, and Alice is also Nursery. Nice to meet you too."
"Very well- My name is Pyrrha Nikos, Servant Avenger. I suppose, I am what you classified as an alter servant. Please call me Pyrrha, or Pyrrha alter if you had to."
'How weird, I couldn't recall my original self very well.'
"From the moment I was summoned, I gained the information regarding your journey, Grand Order."
A subtle smile appeared as her cold ever stoic face began to soften.
"You have gone through quite an arduous journey, Master. Despite being that of a regular human you managed to achieve something monumental."
A slight increase in her tone indicated her acknowledgement.
"Very well, I accept you as my master."
'I'll be your weapon and your shield who shall reign vengeance towards your enemies, it'll be delivered by cold iron.'
Ritsuka was embarrassed by her praise. His previously pale face slightly gained color as it went red.
"Thank you for coming to us, it was also because of my servants I could go this far."
Ritsuka then remembered,
"Speaking about that, can you disclose some information of this world? It'll be helpful if you can provide us with some information. Since we come to vale-"
Ritsuka briefly walked her through the serial chains of events that lead to her summoning. Pyrrha attentively listened but frowned as he reached the end.
"-and that's when we summon you."
"You did well in helping out my old teachers, Master. From the depths of my heart I'd be thankful, but I'd be more reluctant to help them any more than this."
She continued..
"Previously it's only fair since you used them to summon me. But any more than that would be counterproductive to our effort."
"Oh, mind telling us why?"
The projection of Sion came into view next to Ritsuka, cutting her off as she was about to explain her reason. Taking a handful of breaths, she continued her expression.
"Since creatures of grimms aren't exactly an unnatural presence in this world,"
Pyrrha began to explain what she had known about the world, both from what was left recorded in her altered spirit origin and what information she had supplied as a servant.
As she finished, Sion appeared to have an epiphany on her mind.
"Grimms folktale, huh. . I thought I was familiar with the term, but I dismissed it thinking it was a naming coincidence."
"Grimm folktales?" Ritsuka asked Mash, as he had never heard of the term before. But it was Nursery who answered.
"It's a collection of folk tales composed by the Grimm Brothers. It compiled classic children's stories like Rapunzel, The Red Riding Hood, and Cinderella."
Pyrrha Instinctively shuddered at the mention of that name, she held herself back from being noticed.
To get the subject moving She continued..
"Yes, although it gives us clues of what it is we're dealing with, it doesn't really match what it entails. That's all it was—an allusion."
Pyrrha had a rare solemn feeling among her cold, blunt nature.
A knock on the door prompted Ritsuka to open the door.
"Ah, Fujimaru Ritsuka, young man! Good to see you doing fine after the previous fight!."
He was greeted by Peter Port, who was standing on the other side of the door.
"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Peter Port, sir. How may I help you?"
"Please just call me Mr. Port when I am not teaching. As for why I came, first, it is because this fine individual wished to meet you."
Peter Port makes way for the familiar faunus that he had met on the bullhead. His wild, bluish gray tuffy hair, and the pair of dog ears protruding between his hat reminded him of-
'Patxi..'
Ritsuka realized he may have spoken his thoughts out loud. He quickly dismissed the thought.
"Hmm? Pardon?"
"-... No-Nothing, just remembering someone that I knew very well."
"Must be a very fine fellow if I may say so... Where was I? Right! Nice to meet you, I am Vinnie Artemisia. We met briefly on the bullhead before you suddenly jumped down. Forgive my sudden approach. I hope I didn't disturb you."
Ritsuka opened the door wider and walked outside to greet them.
"Ah, it's alright we were mostly doing nothing,"
"Then, I suppose I'll just cut to the chase. You see, me and the other engineers wished to offer our thanks by focusing on restorating the lighting and water."
"You sure? You are not going to blame us for attracting the wyvern to you?"
"While some did, they stopped after hearing you guys helped take it out, so all is good at the end of the day."
Intrigued by the proposal, Fujimaru asked.
".. How would I help exactly?"
"Most of the back-end side of things has already been done. I am just here to help with fine-tuning on the other side. Although that may require me to enter your room, if you are okay with that."
Ritsuka, pondered for other possible motives. However, considering his options, he accepted. He moved away to let Vinnie move in.
"Very well, you may. What about you, Mr. Port?"
"Ah, I well.. I thought of giving you this."
Port showed him a metal container for packing foods in his hand. Although it had been long since packed, Ritsuka could still feel the warmth of the meal in the metal container as he received it.
"this is.."
"We met after lunch, so I thought your group might haven't gotten any. This is some leftover food, but it's still good to eat.. Dinner is still hours away, I thought, why not give it to you? You might be hungry."
Ritsuka eagerly nodded. He had to agree to what the man before him said, the temptation of a freshly cooked meal was too big for him to resist.
"Well, that's all that I wished to say. I'll see you again, young man!"
Finishing his talk, Port turned away and walked briskly to the exit.
Closing the door, Ritsuka returned to Mash along with Nursery in the common room. They were gathering info from books that she had cataloged into a digital version, copyrights be damned. Through a holographic display, Sion chimed in, recording any information that she came across to be fed to Trismegistus II.
"Mr. Port brought us food. Mash, please help me set up the table."
Mash got up off the floor, and carried on with her task. Leaving Nursery, who was staring intently at him.
"You too, Nursery, please ask Pyrrha if she also wants to eat with us… You can continue reading after lunch, okay?"
She went to the bedroom, where Pyrrha was standing before a mirror.
"Come eat with us, Pyrrha!"
Nursery tugged Pyrrha's sleeve, urging her to join Ritsuka and Mash, who were at the pantry, looking for any cutlery available. Pyrrha returned her attention to the armor piece that she had manifested with. She never wore a chestpiece, but it felt right to her, even with all the sharp edges and chain it had.
"I am not hungry."
Nursery seemed crestfallen at Pyrrha's rejection as she silently stood beside her not intending to leave. Pyrrha felt the uneasy feeling of having a child pestering her for the first time as a servant, it was very effective, as she was about to crumble.
It was then that Fujimaru stumbled into the bedroom with plates on his hands, jokingly expecting it would turn out the way it was happening at the moment.
"Pyrrha, servants don't need to eat. You'll never feel hungry. but that doesn't mean you couldn't eat."
Pyrrha stared at Ritsuka for a good minute while he kept holding the stacks of plates in his hands. Sighing in defeat, she smirked at her meddlesome master.
"You are certainly one strange master. haaa.. Fine, I'll eat with you. Although don't cry when you feel your food is not enough, Master."
And so the day went by without any issue as sunsets arrived along with more and more bullheads landing at the academy. With the death of the wyvern it was bound that the council would be willing to send more support in the restoration attempt.
It didn't appear that Glynda wished to meet him yet for the day. Ritsuka received another meal delivered by another staff member of Beacon, who was working on security. Vinnie also excused himself after finishing his job.
Ritsuka let the girls take the shower first while they screened up for any bugs that may have been planted as a precaution with Nursery's bounded field. While he was lying on the bed, perhaps the mana exhaustion, adrenaline, and full stomach had caught up to him as Ritsuka's vision began to waver. And thus, he was promptly knocked out for the day.
At the abandoned domain of the God of Darkness,
Salem stood in an ominous room, filled with grimm fluid up to her knee. This was her experimentation room. She discovered a major disruption to her plans—not just one, but a group of individuals capable of using magic. Not only that, but the weapon one of them carried reeks of death. A potential release to her prison, but that's not the way out she wanted.
Salem composed herself. She should figure out countermeasures for their current problem. Powerful human warriors with magic that's not coming from Ozma or any maidens. Her pawn was currently being sent away for missions. Except for grimms, there's effectively nothing she could send to crush them without changing her plan.
Salem received feedback from one of the grimms she had directly controlled. A stranger had stepped on her domain. Never mind how they get in, They haven't done anything but kill any grimm that tried to get close.
'Who is it now?'
She opened the portal to see where that person was located. There she stood before another person shrouded in a mysterious spatial shroud that hid their features. Besides their stature, she was unable to discern any characteristics in him. She noticed how the grimms in the vicinity were hesitant to approach him.
She used her usual tactic of intimidation.
"What do you think you are doing sneaking around a lady's lawn?"
"..."
The person didn't answer her question—Infact he wasn't even paying attention to her.
Salem was enraged. How dare the human before her ignore her? She tried to point her hand toward him. Unleashing her magic in point blank range.
However, before she could release any spark, several heavy swinging sounds pierced through the sound barrier, cutting her arm in multiple places. It transpired in less than a second before she could even register what had happened.
She didn't feel any pain, but instead an epiphany towards the sword that struck her hand. She turned her eyes toward the person's hand. Salem was able to catch the golden hilt past the cloaking effect, confirming her suspicion.
"Relic of Destruction!"
Salem went on high alert as the human performed another slicing motion. but the slash never came, instead, the figure had suddenly disappeared, leaving her in bewilderment. Rage boils up in Salem's mind.
"How dare that human?! How dare he enter my domain, cut me with Relic of Destruction, and leave like it's anybody's business."
She didn't bother wondering how they got out, the tear in the space where that person was standing is already enough proof.
Calming herself, Salem took notice of a golden cup being left on the ground. It was left slightly submerged in her grimm pool. Lifting the cup, she was immediately captivated by its golden luster and magical allure..
Incoming Transmission…
"The Black Queen had received her cup."
Transmission Ended…
Transmission Log Terminated...
On an abyssal plane of desolate land, the furthest and most obscured by any place in Remnant, a land where no life is able to survive nor pass except for flowers made of glass.
A woman in a white robe stood by, observing the unfolding events alongside a figure of darkness. It was a servant. One that had degraded into a phantom after having their spirit core broken.
Despite that, they had yet to demanifest from the world. While the woman was sitting on the flowers, the servant informed her of the events that had unfolded.
"The Holy Grail Ritual had been initiated."
"All participants had begun their move."
"The Queen of Grimms had gotten the grail from Saber."
The woman stood up, and beneath her, several broken glass flowers began to reconstruct themselves back to an entirely new bloming flower.
"It's alright... You don't have to report everything that you saw anymore, Foreigner."
The phantom turned their gaze to meet their master's.
"The process is taking effect, I saw it all quite clearly as well."
Teal discoloration began to form on one of her eyes, spreading to replace what was once a silver eye.
The phantom wished to warn her, yet refrained from doing so and instead kept it in her mind.
'It's not too late to stop, Master. Once you complete the process, there's no turning back.
to her master's observation, however, it didn't go unnoticed.
"Please don't give me that face. We made a wrong move, so I paid the price. This is the chance that I have been given, I can't waste it away."
The phantom was shocked, checking her face, only to realize that she didn't have a face.
"You- tricked me!"
The robbed women began to smile.
"Well, it's not everyday that you fool a divine being."
...
Through the passage of time, the phantom grows weaker and weaker. Eventually, shell grow so weak she'll struggle just to retain her form, yet despite that, she kept accompanying the woman.
"Master of Chaldea, how could he do it?"
"hmm?"
"You told me what Master of Saber did would've theoretically been the best course of action for Remnant, How would Master of Chaldea had the courage to oppose it?"
A solemn voice comes from the phantom of servant.
"He will, -no He had to, He always had to. Chaldea forced him to never fail in his mission. He's going to keep that mentality even if he's already at a breaking point. No matter what hurdle is before him, He'll break any taboos and create paradoxes if it ensures humanity's survival from any singularities or lostbelts. "
The woman felt sympathy for him, despite they could potentially be enemies.
"Poor boy.."
Her servant, however, didn't share the same sentiment.
"If you ever come to the opposite site of his, don't pity him, Master. Respect him as an adversary and give it your all. For what he had gone through, he accepted the burden to fight on the side that he believed in, and so do yours."
She warned, and then...
"It's a pity that Master of Saber would have a different idea."
Her servant trembled, remembering their past interaction and how it let to her running away with her broken spirit core.
Her master shook her head in response.
"No, we misjudged their intentions and paid the price... Despite all that, you'll still forgive them?"
The phantom didn't hesitate to answer.
"Unfortunately so, forgiveness is one of my best known traits, Master."
"Gods does have a different way of thinking than humans, huh?"
The servant chuckled.
"When you are engaged to the sun, you have to be patient during the night."
"kufu.. buhahaha!"
The phantom was stunned when their master did a spittake before merrily laughing. Only then did she realize what her words implied. The woman could imagine her servant's blushing face.
"I don't mean 'that' sort of stuff! You still had room to joke around, master?"
The phantom servant pouted, waiting for her master to finish laughing.
"You know it, I wish to spend every moment of my life being happy!" The woman cheerfully declared but then stopped once the atmosphere became uncomfortable
"..."
'sorry...'
The woman changed the topic of conversation to what's next, moving forward.
". I get that Obsidia is a servant and thus can fend for herself, but do we really have to do it? Do we really have to send her back to Remnant? "
"Yes, she had to. She's an important part of our plan. She'll act as the bridge to our connection to the outside world. Alter Ego had already agreed to it. And not only that, we had precautions in mind. ."
Her servant quickly explained her supporting point as they noticed that their connections were growing weaker.
"We need more allies in case we ever want to match Saber and his master. Chaldea is one of the best options we've had so far, and now that Salem has gotten the holy grail, we will need Chaldea's support more than ever since she'll also become both of our problems."
As the phantom's shadow flickered, she left her master with her final massage.
"Please, master, this is the only way for you to complete your journey."
And so.. her mental connection to Foreigner was severed as her phantom entered the woman's body, starting the next stage of the process. but with it, another one took its place. Another servant approached her, physically this time. Long black hair, light clothing for ease of travel, a billhook machete, along with its replacement, and a pair of silver eyes that matched hers.
"You understand your mission, Obsidia?"
"Yes, I shall find the Master of Chaldea."
The woman hugged the servant she had summoned. Despite their contract, she named and treated her like her own daughter in the short time that they had met.
"Good luck, and be careful."
They separated, and reluctantly, she lifted her hand forward from her robe. It revealed a set of three lines resembling rose flower petals located on her right fist. All but one line had lost its red shine. Her final command seal.
{By my command seal, I order you... return to Remnant}
She murmured her command, and Alter Ego's spiriton body teleported away from their current space.
"I'll see you again, my dear Obsidia Rose."
As it ended, another mental connection was cut. She was once again being left alone, no she voluntarily chose to be one. Sighing upon her predicament, she returned to watch the world above her. There she sat down among the flower field, glancing from the reverse side of the world.
A/N : 4 players and More servants to come. With the addition of 3 servants, I think of writing an additional glossary for every chapter for each servant data so that it didn't flood the main chapter. As usual, comments are always appreciated!
Anyway Ordeal Call 2: 10/10 would dance with Jalter again, I love white-haired evil women.
Edit: I changed the ending part , since I've got a new idea, especially the foreigner's interaction. Originally I thought of using a demon god pillar, so I made foreigner act like a jerk but changed my mind.
Chapter 3 glossary:
Servant 1: Pyrrha Nikos (Alter)
Servant Bio:
Parameters:
Strength: B-
Endurance: C
Agility : B
Magical Power : C
Luck : D
Noble Phantasm:?
Bond 2: Originally, Pyrrha Nikos would have been unable to be summoned as a servant due to subsequent lack of mystical feats she had accumulated. Only through an alteration of her spirit origin could she be summoned as servant with a lacking foundational spirit origin of its original version.
Servant 2:
Servant Bio:
True Name: ?
Class: Saber
Species: ?
Gender: Male
Height: 187 cm
Weight: 83 kg
Source: ?
Alignment: ?
Hidden Attributes: ?
Armament: Sword, ?
Noble Phantasm: ?
Likes: ?
Dislikes: ?
Servant 3:
Servant Bio:
Alias: Obsidia Rose
True Name: ?
Class: Alter ego
Species: human
Gender: Female
Height: 145 cm
Weight: 47 kg
Source: ?
Alignment: ?
Hidden Attributes: ?
Armament: Billhook Machete
Noble Phantasm: ?
Likes: ?
Dislikes: ?
Servant 4:
Servant Bio:
True Name: ?
Class: Foreigner
Species: ?
Gender: Unknown
Height: 164 cm
Weight: 58 kg
Source: ?
Alignment: ?
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