Another old draft from medieval literature I've built upon. Try looking up Accolon and see if you can faintly draw any parallel to EMIYA.

EDIT: Fixed and improved sentences.

EDIT: Merged side chapter to this one and added Servant sheet.

British Lostbelt

Codominant Timeline Origin

"For the last time, Morgan, I may have cast away my name, but please don't call me that," EMIYA said with a sigh, handing her a third helping of lunch. "We're like father and daughter, and one day, someone will try to summon Accolon and end up calling me instead!"

Morgan rolled her blue eyes, brushing aside her white hair. "I don't see the problem. This isn't Proper Human History. Sir Uther isn't my father—"

"He was your lover," EMIYA interrupted, remembering the blazing end Uther met fighting traitors and calamities.

"Not at all!" Morgan snapped, then resumed eating with a forced calm. "Sir Ector isn't my little sister's foster father, and so on. What makes you think the name I gave you means romance? Familial love is supposed to be pure and non-romantic— far more meaningful than passing romance."

"I suppose…"

"The name Accolon suits you perfectly. If you die, I'll avenge you in a way only reserved for my beloved father, who spoils me rotten." She smiled smugly, and EMIYA rolled his eyes. "Your ability to project perfect replicas matches our tale of deception with Excalibur."

In the legend of Accolon, Morgan tasked Accolon with wielding the true Excalibur in a battle against a mysterious knight, who was actually King Arthur wielding a counterfeit Excalibur that Morgan had secretly swapped. With the genuine Excalibur and its magical scabbard, Avalon, in his possession, Accolon achieved near invincibility against Arthur in their battle. He came close to winning, but the intervention of the Lady of the Lake prevented his victory.

Given EMIYA's past experience with Avalon and his ability in projecting nearly flawless replicas of weapons, Morgan's choice of the name Accolon for him perfectly embodies his skills and the legendary attributes associated with the role.

"I'm just a cook and a convenient tool for you," EMIYA muttered half-seriously. "Our interactions are raising the odds of me being summoned as Sir Accolon, not to mention my terrible luck."

"I don't see the issue," Morgan said with a dismissive shrug. "In fact, you'd likely be far more capable as Accolon than you would be as a regular Archer-class Servant."

EMIYA scowled, scratching his silver hair, which he had let fall loose instead of its usual combed-back style. "Whenever I get summoned without my usual catalyst, something's gone terribly wrong with the situation I'm called into. It's always a mess."

"And why is that?" Morgan asked, though she already knew the answer.

"Ayala tosses me into the summoning pool to counteract whatever the Counter Force is trying to prevent. It's a never-ending cycle of disaster cleanup, which just means more work for me. And did I mention that the summoning ritual is usually rigged?"

Morgan leaned back, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "So, you're saying you're always caught in the middle of chaos because of your role?"

"Exactly," EMIYA said, rubbing his temples. "It's like I'm the emergency response unit for every human ending catastrophe that comes along. Being Accolon could just be another level of that endless crisis management."

"Oh, my poor, overworked father... Don't worry too much," she assured him with feigned a sympathetic expression. "This timeline we're in is on the brink of being pruned or destroyed by those unrepentant fairies. Its history will vanish, and the chances of you being summoned as Sir Accolon should be nonexistent."

"If Servants from Lostbelts, alternate realities, and even Foreigners can be summoned, then it's entirely possible that a Sir Accolon version of me exists somewhere out there."

Morgan's grin widened. "Ah, but what's the worst that could happen?"

EMIYA sighed heavily, knowing exactly where this was headed. "You just had to say it, didn't you, you little brat."

"Well, it's always better to be prepared for the unexpected. And who knows? Maybe being Accolon will turn out to be a chance for you to shine in a way you haven't before."

"Or it'll be another chapter in my endless saga of disaster management…"

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Fuyuki City

Prelude to the Fourth Holy Grail War

Timeline Deviation, Master Kirei Kotomine

It doesn't matter whether these 'heroes' existed in reality or only in stories. What truly brings a hero to life is the collective imagination of people. Their wishes, their ideals of how things should be, give these figures form and substance. Authenticity is secondary; what matters is fame and the faith that people place in these legends. The ideals created by humanity, the greatest heroes born from collective belief, become the Heroic Spirits.

In rare instances where a hero cannot be clearly defined, the Throne of Heroes will select the closest match to fulfill that role. This process ensures that the essence of the hero is preserved, even if the individual summoned is not an exact replica.

Such is the case with EMIYA, summoned as Sir Accolon, an Assassin-class Servant.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," EMIYA groaned as he materialized before Kirei Kotomine, one of the few individuals he truly despised. 'Goddammit, Morgan! This is all your fault!'

EMIYA was clad in light armor of black and blue, with strips of white cloth draped around his neck like a scarf. His helmet was black with blue accents and featured a special full-face visor that concealed his expression while allowing clear vision.

Kirei Kotomine observed his summoned Servant and frowned. "I don't think this Servant is one of the Hassan-i-Sabbah."

"Hmmm, you may be right," Risei Kotomine agreed, stroking his chin thoughtfully. The elder Kotomine, a muscular priest in his 80s, looked over the new arrival with a hint of intrigue. "This one appears more like a knight than an assassin. How curious."

Within the structures of certain Holy Grail Wars, the only qualifying Heroic Spirits are the nineteen Hassan-i-Sabbah, given the etymological tie between the term 'Assassin' and them. In the Fuyuki Holy Grail War, it is typically fixed in the system that a Hassan will always be summoned, with any deviation being so rare as to be nearly nonexistent.

"Never seen a knight backstab someone before?" Assassin said with a smirk visible beneath his visor, as he conjured a nondescript sword. "If it makes you feel better, I'll gladly stab you right in the front. No need for any underhanded tactics here." He took a step forward, the blade's edge gleaming ominously in the light. "After all, why hide my intentions when I can just finish off my Master head-on? It's more honest, don't you think?"

Risei immediately moved to interject. "Please, let's not be hasty here," he said, his voice steady. "We deeply apologize if we have offended you in any way, but violence against your Master will not lead to success."

Kirei's hand twitched involuntarily, his fingers brushing against the three Command Spells emblazoned on the back of his hand. He was ready to assert his control over the situation, prepared to use a Command Spell if necessary to bring the situation under control.

"Heh, I'm just joking," EMIYA said in dark amusement. He de-materialized his weapon with a dismissive wave. Though the thought of killing Kirei will be crossing his mind from time to time. "I'll play nice—for now. But don't mistake my civility for weakness."

Kirei's hand relaxed slightly. "W-we'll keep that in mind."

"Yes, once again, we apologize if we've caused any offense," Risei said, placing a firm hand on Kirei's shoulder to signal a gesture of peace. "We understand that our actions might have seemed disrespectful. Please, allow us the honor of knowing your name."

EMIYA tilted his head slightly, the visor reflecting the ambient light. "You want my name? Is that what you're wishing for from the Grail?" he asked with a sarcastic edge to his voice. "Most people just see me as a weapon, an instrument for their needs. But sure, I'll indulge you. I am Sir Accolon."

"Accolon?" Kirei echoed, clearly unfamiliar with the name.

"That's Sir Accolon."

"A-ah! My apologies!"

Risei narrowed his eyes and was briefly was lost in thought. "Sir Accolon," he muttered, as if trying to piece together a puzzle. "That name..."

"Yes. That is absolutely, most certainly, my name," the Servant said sarcastically. He faintly heard a female giggling from his internal world, adding to his irritation. "I'll wait while you puzzle that out."

It took a moment, but the legend of Accolon began to surface in his memory. Risei's brow furrowed as he remembered the tale from Arthurian legends—Accolon, a knight who was famous for his association with Morgan le Fay and for the deception involving Excalibur. His eyes widened with realization.

"Sir Accolon," Risei said aloud. "You're the knight who was tricked by Morgan le Fay into wielding Excalibur under false pretenses. Morgan le Fay used you to deceive King Arthur and nearly succeeded in breaking his rule."

"Give the old man a prize. You've done your homework," EMIYA clapped his hands together with a mocking cheer.

"So, you're essentially a figure who embodies the concept of unwitting betrayal," Kirei mused aloud. "Does this align with your true nature, or is it merely a role imposed upon you?"

"Who knows?" his Servant replied with a casual shrug, his voice carrying a hint of detachment. "I don't get too wrapped up in ancient history. My focus is on the present. I'm here as a Servant—an Assassin, not as some relic of past glories or failures."

"Your perspective is commendable." Risei nodded and offered a warm smile. "Focusing on the present rather than being held down by historical baggage is a pragmatic approach, especially in a conflict like this. Ah, where are our manners? We haven't properly introduced ourselves. I'm Risei Kotomine, and this is my son, Kirei. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sir Accolon."

EMIYA waved a hand dismissively, his visor hiding his expression. "No need for formalities. I'm well aware of who you are. But I must ask—Morgan, are you going to introduce yourself, or are you planning to stay hidden?"

The father and son duo were momentarily taken aback by EMIYA's casual tone and the unexpected address. Risei blinked in surprise while Kirei's gaze hardened with curiosity. They exchanged glances, clearly puzzled by the reference to Morgan le Fay. From within EMIYA's internal world, a soft, amused voice finally responded.

"Ah, you caught me. I suppose it's only polite to make an appearance." Morgan appeared, her presence marked by a black crown adorned with blue accents and a veil that obscured her features. "Greetings, gentlemen. I'm Morgan le Fay, and I am the other half of Assassin, who you know as Sir Accolon."

Risei's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is this possible? We've only summoned one Servant, an Assassin. How can there be another?"

"And yet, here I am," she replied smoothly. "Are you familiar with the concept of a Paired Servant? Paired Servants are summoned as a single entity, representing two or more distinct heroes within one Servant framework. In this case, I am linked to Sir Accolon, making us a singular yet multifaceted presence."

Kirei frowned as he absorbed this information. "So, you're saying that the Throne of Heroes has merged two figures into one Servant for this Holy Grail War? That's... unconventional."

"Precisely. It's a rare arrangement, but it allows us to function with the combined abilities and legacies of our respective heroes. It's not unheard of, though it's certainly rare." Morgan suddenly snap fingers, demanding everyone's attention. "Now then, I believe the Holy Grail War has commenced with our arrival, has it not?"

"I'm afraid not, my lady," Risei replied with a shake of his head. "There remains one more Servant yet to be summoned."

"In that case, I'll remain here for now," Morgan le Fay said, gliding forward to align herself with EMIYA. "I've grown rather tired of the unchanging landscape of Accolon's realm—endless hills and the echoes of his battles and misadventures. It's all rather monotonous, don't you agree, Sir Accolon?"

Her eyes, concealed behind her veils, met EMIYA's visor. There was a shared, knowing look between them. EMIYA, despite his helmet, could sense her anticipation. He was familiar with the Fourth Holy Grail War, having been summoned once or twice before. He was aware of the common elements and key players in this conflict. He also knew the likely participants and the dynamics of the conflict, including figures like Artoria, Lancelot, and that arrogant golden Archer, Gilgamesh.

In truth, he relished the thought of engaging with each of them—particularly Artoria. There was something satisfying about seeing her reactions when she was flustered or irritated. He also harbored a hope: that he might convince her to abandon her quest for the Holy Grail, offering her a chance for closure so this version of her could finally find peace.

"Yes," EMIYA replied simply.

Unfortunately, with Morgan involved, things were bound to become more complicated for everyone, particularly Artoria…

"With your arrival, everything has changed." Risei's eyes were thoughtful as he regarded them. "The introduction of Paired Servants adds a new element to this war. I'm eager to see what both of you bring to the table." He paused before continuing in a serious tone. "However, I must request that you keep my involvement and the Church's role a secret. Our interests must remain discreet to avoid complications."

"I care not for your secrets or favoritism. What excites me is the unfolding drama and challenges of this Holy Grail War. I plan to enjoy every moment of it." She gave a playful pat on EMIYA's shoulder. "Sir Accolon could say the same." Morgan paused, considering their situation. "But since we're both Assassins, it might be more advantageous to disguise our roles. How about we confuse our enemies by having me take on the guise of a Caster and you as a Saber?"

EMIYA's visor concealed his reaction, but a faint smile could be inferred from his voice. "That sounds like a plan. Given that we're an unusual type of Servant, we can easily disrupt the expectations and strategies of our opponents."

"That's an interesting and simple idea." Kirei nodded, intrigued by the strategy. "It could offer us a tactical advantage by confusing the other Servants and Masters."

Before they could dive into planning their strategy for the Holy Grail War, Morgan held up a hand, signaling them to pause.

"Wait a moment. There's something we need to address first." She turned to EMIYA. "Sir Accolon, please remove your helmet."

EMIYA's visor remained in place. "And why would I do that?"

"Your visor is obstructing Kirei's ability to use his Master's Perspective to fully assess our parameters and skills. I trust you understand why that is crucial for our Master."

EMIYA sighed but complied, reaching up to remove his helmet. "Very well. If it helps in our preparation, I'll cooperate."

As it came off, his face was revealed—handsome and striking, with short auburn hair and golden-brown eyes. His appearance seemed both fitting and unexpectedly incongruous with the legendary knight he was supposed to be.

"You're… not what I expected. N-no offense, Sir Accolon," Kirei stammered. "I suppose you must be quite popular with the ladies?"

"Oh, you have no idea," Morgan le Fay said, shaking her head with an exasperated look.

EMIYA's expression remained impassive. "I preferred my previous appearance. If you don't mind, I'd like to return to my so-called fairy form."

"Denied," Morgan responded sharply. "And keep your hair down."

"Yes, my lady. I exist just to suffer," he replied with dry monotony.

Although tempting fate, Kirei found his Servant's suffering amusing. He couldn't help but smirk at the exchange, momentarily forgetting to check his Servant's status.

"Shall I show you a mirror? I honestly cannot fathom why you're so self-loathing. You have the face, body, skill, and personality of a man who would charm many of the opposite sex, and a few of the same." Morgan's lips curled upward as she looked at EMIYA. "I reckon it would even work on the King of Knights…"

"Uh, no. Let's change the subject."

"Oh, come now. I'm sure you'll enjoy being the King Arthur's 'sheath' to Excalibur…"

"I SAID moving on!"

Kirei's smirk widened as he observed the dynamic between 'Accolon' and Morgan. There was always something hollow about Kirei, a void that seemed to grow more apparent with every passing moment. Now, witnessing the slight torment of Accolon, Kirei found a twisted satisfaction in the man's suffering, a dark amusement that filled the emptiness he had long felt.

"Very well, let's focus on the matter at hand," Risei said, steering the conversation back to their plan. "We need to address our strategy. We had a preliminary plan in place, and it's crucial we adapt it now."

"Let me guess," EMIYA interjected. "The original idea was to use one of the Hassan of the Hundred Faces to stage an assassination, making it appear as though a Master was eliminated, when in reality, it was a ploy to make the other Masters believe one of their Servants had been taken out?"

The father and son exchanged glances, then Kirei cleared his throat.

"You're quite accurate... for the most part."

"Close enough, I suppose. Don't be surprised by my deductions. Servants are summoned to complement their Masters," EMIYA said with a wry smile.

"An approach I wholeheartedly endorse," Morgan agreed with a nod.

"If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me, Morgan."

Morgan's lips curled into a smirk behind her veil. "No need for those theatrics. Have you forgotten what I'm capable of?"

With a snap of her fingers, she conjured a dense swirl of mana that instantly began siphoning energy from Kirei.

"K-kugh!" Kirei grunted, struggling to stay upright as Risei supported him and turned toward Morgan with a plea to stop.

"Endure it," Morgan said dismissively. "I possess the ability to create thoughtforms—alter-egos of ourselves, complete with the same properties and abilities as the original. This clone will serve our purpose without revealing the true identity of the original. This should suffice for our needs."

The swirling mana coalesced into a perfect clone of Accolon. Risei and Kirei's jaws dropped in disbelief as they watched the manifestation of the clone. Every single detail of the thoughtform were flawless, mimicking every nuance of Accolon's appearance and aura.

"This… this is remarkable." Risei couldn't help but be astonished by the level of precision and power on display.

"Such a feat requires an immense amount of magical control and power." Kirei mumbled to himself. "If you can maintain this level of illusion, it could change the entire strategy of the war."

Morgan's smirk widened, clearly pleased with their reactions."Yes. This clone will be indistinguishable from the real Sir Accolon, allowing us to deceive our enemies effectively. Even if its abilities are somewhat restricted, it will serve its purpose well. We'll manipulate perceptions and shift the balance of power in our favor."

"So, our plan now includes an additional layer of deception." Risei nodded thoughtfully. "The clone can act as a decoy, while the real Assassin carries out our true objectives. Despite its slightly reduced capabilities, it should still be effective."

Morgan waved a hand dismissively. "The clone will perform flawlessly. I've honed my techniques through countless years and battles. Your primary concern should be executing the rest of the plan."

Kirei and Risei exchanged glances, their earlier doubts replaced by newfound confidence. The introduction of Morgan's thoughtform presented a strategic advantage that no Master or Servant would have anticipated. Victory in this Holy Grail War seemed increasingly within their grasp.

However, Sir 'Accolon' and Morgan had plans of their own.

"So, the Holy Grail is corrupted in this war?" Morgan's voice echoed in EMIYA's mind.

"Very likely," EMIYA responded telepathically. "The Einzbern family summoned Avenger in their previous war. Not that it would concern you if it were used."

"Of course not. We're above such things, are we not?"

"Neither of us has a wish that the Grail can grant."

"Exactly," Morgan's smirk transformed into a mischievous grin, visible only to EMIYA. "So, let's enjoy ourselves in this Holy Grail War. I know what you're looking forward to, and rest assured, we'll have a chance to confront my little sister soon."

"I'm all for raising people's blood pressure, but please, don't go overboard."

"Oh please. Like you're one to talk."

Since there was no wish that the Holy Grail could fulfill and knowing it was likely corrupted, the only thing on their minds was to wreak havoc and amuse themselves. It can be said that they've surpassed Merlin in his tomfoolery by now.

Truly like father, like daughter.

Side Story 1: Arrival at Chaldea

Chaldea Summoning Chamber

Timeline Deviation, Master Ritsuka Fujimaru (Male)

The hum of the Chaldea base was a constant backdrop to Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight's ongoing tasks. Today, however, the atmosphere was charged with a unique sense of anticipation. The summoning ritual was scheduled to begin, and the Master and his loyal Shielder were about to witness the results of their latest summoning attempt.

Ritsuka and Mash stood by the summoning circle, the runes glowing softly in the dim light of the ritual chamber.

"Today's summoning feels special," Ritsuka said, his eyes fixed on the glowing summoning circle before them. "I have a good feeling about this."

Mash glanced at him with a supportive nod. "Me too. Although… We've had our fair share of unexpected outcomes lately."

"It should be fine. Let's see who we get this time."

As the ritual progressed, the summoning circle flared brightly, and from the light emerged two figures. The first figure was a tall man clad in sleek black and blue armor; his face concealed by a full-face visor. The second was a regal woman draped in a flowing black and blue robe, her presence commanding despite the veil obscuring her features.

"It's about time we got summoned to Chaldea," the armored figure cheerfully remarked. His voice sounded awfully similar to a certain Archer in red.

"Indeed," the veiled woman chimed in, her voice sounding exactly like Morgan. "It will be interesting to see how we can ruin the days of other Servants. I do enjoy a bit of chaos these days, after all."

"That voice... and her appearance..." Mash began, her eyes widening in recognition.

"Is that...?" his voice trailed off as he took in the sight of the two figures. Ritsuka and Mash exchanged startled glances.

"EMIYA and Morgan?!" they exclaimed in unison, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yup." The armored figure stepped forward and removed his helmet, revealing the familiar face of EMIYA.

"EMIYA-senpai… But how...?"

"Technically, I'm summoned as Accolon. Since there is no actual Accolon in existence, the closest match to the story attached to Arthurian Legends is me." He glanced sideways at Morgan, his expression shifting to one of exasperated familiarity. "And it's partly because of Morgan here."

"Is that any way to treat your beloved daughter?" Morgan asked, removing her crown and veil. "You should be more forgiving."

"Wait, daughter?" Ritsuka began, but was ignored by the Paired Servant.

EMIYA folded his arms. "I am forgiving, but I don't forget the particular instance that landed us in this peculiar arrangement."

"You're getting crankier by the minute, old man. Not that you should be complaining—I recall you don't remember the majority of your memories, lost to the cruelty of time."

"I am not old! Do I look old to you?!"

"Yes. And you certainly act like a grandparent sometimes. In fact, you're considered a grandparent in the mythological sense."

EMIYA's eyes narrowed further. "And you're over 6,000 years old, if memory serves me right."

"And you've long surpassed my age!" she snapped back. "I'm a long-lived, nearly immortal fairy! You, on the other hand, are an eternal guardian."

"So, uh..." Ritsuka hesitated, glancing between EMIYA and Morgan. "How did you two end up as... err..."

"Accolon," Mash interjected, her brow furrowing in confusion. "A knight who was unwittingly ensnared in a sorceress's scheme, replacing Excalibur with a perfect counterfeit... I think I understand why EMIYA was summoned as Accolon now."

"The Throne of Heroes has its own sense of irony and humor." Morgan's eyes sparkled with amusement. "The tale of Accolon is one of deceit and unwitting betrayal, and while EMIYA isn't the knight of legend, he certainly embodies the essence of that role, given his connection to my little sister."

Ritsuka's eyes widened as he connected the dots. "Artoria Pendragon..."

"Precisely," Morgan confirmed with a nod. "But now, we're here in Chaldea, and we intend to make the most of it." With a nudge to EMIYA, she continued, "I believe we've yet to formally introduce ourselves."

"Right… Sir Accolon, Assassin, at your service, Master," EMIYA said with a slight bow, his tone both formal and casual.

"And I am Morgan le Fay. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." Morgan followed with a flourish. "I trust you'll find our presence in Chaldea quite... entertaining." She extended a hand, her smile genuine. "Shall we take a look at our status? I'm sure you'll find it quite intriguing."

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EMIYA, the Archer-class Servant, nearly dropped his cooking utensil when he saw another version of himself entering the cafeteria. This version was accompanied by Morgan le Fay, who floated beside him with an air of casual elegance. Unlike EMIYA Alter or Senji Muramasa, this Servant was an instance of Counter Guardian EMIYA, like him.

The cafeteria was empty at the moment, which was a mixed blessing. On one hand, it meant there were no witnesses to the potentially awkward encounter. On the other hand, it also meant that if things went awry, he'd be the sole target of any fallout or mishandling.

"Wha—" EMIYA began, his voice trailing off as he gaped at the unexpected sight.

"Alaya and the multiverse is a bitch," the other EMIYA grumbled. "I've been summoned as an Assassin-class Servant under the name Accolon. To avoid any confusion with that other EMIYA who's also an Assassin, just stick to calling me Accolon. I'm paired with Morgan le Fay, by the way. Honestly, I miss the simplicity of being called Archer, or even just EMIYA or Shirou…"

"Hold up, you mean to tell me you're summoned as Accolon, the knight who got caught up in Morgan's scheme, nearly killing the King of Knights by getting hold of the real Excalibur and Avalon?"

"That's the one. Caught in the middle of Morgan's machinations, stuck with a reputation that's neither mine nor authentic, and something I can't quite shake off. Tracing has backfired on me."

Morgan floated next to Accolon. "Oh, lighten up. It's not every day we get to see our past actions cause such a stir. Besides, we're here now. Isn't it fascinating to have so many versions of ourselves all in one place?"

"This is… a lot to take in." EMIYA shook his head. "I never expected to meet another instance of myself, especially not one involved in that particular mess."

Accolon shrugged, unbothered. "Welcome to the multiverse, where things rarely go as planned. Anyway, I'm here to make the most of it."

"Let's embrace the chaos," Morgan said with a smirk. "After all, what's a little more disruption among allies?"

EMIYA's gaze narrowed at Morgan's expression, sensing the potential for a significant headache. He was well aware that this version of Morgan le Fay was not the same as the one he knew. This was a Lostbelt version—one deeply resentful of Oberon Vortigern. If he played his cards right, he might be able to leverage her anger against their enemies.

"Leave me out of it," Accolon grunted, shooting EMIYA a look of exasperation. "I've been stuck with her for who knows how long now. Sorry, but you're on your own."

EMIYA sighed, recognizing the look of trouble on Morgan's face. Sensing a looming headache, he began formulating a strategy to handle the situation. This version of Morgan appeared to be from a Lostbelt, which meant she likely harbored a deep animosity toward Oberon Vortigern. If he could get her to deal with Oberon first, then he could buy more time by redirecting Morgan's ire toward Merlin—both male and female—before she wreaked havoc on Chaldea.

"Say, Morgan," EMIYA began cautiously, "you wouldn't happen to know someone named Oberon Vortigern, would you?"

Morgan's demeanor shifted instantly. Her eyes narrowed to icy slits, and a dangerous edge crept into her voice. "Oh, he's here, is he? You wouldn't happen to know where that pitiful, loathsome, moss-sucking, back-stabbing loser is, would you?"

"I just so happen to know his dorm room."

"Wonderful, tell me where it is and I'll pay him a visit."

"I'll start drafting Oberon's obituary in the air." Accolon muttered to himself. 'Good job, other me.'

- 'Accolon' and Morgan le Fay -

Class: Assassin
Gender: Male/Female
Height: 187cm (Accolon), 170cm (Morgan)
Weight: 78kg (Accolon), 56kg (Morgan)
Place of Origin: Britian
Alignment: True/Chaotic Neutral

-Parameters-

Strength: B
Endurance: C+
Agility: A
Mana: A+
Luck: D
Noble Phantasm: E~EX

-Personal Skills-

Gifted Name A+
A name bestowed by Morgan le Fay, this blessing removes any prior restrictions and significantly enhances Accolon's abilities, transforming him into a Fairy. Unlike the Fairy Knights' gifted names, his name is not cursed and has become his True Name. Those with Fairy Eyes of higher rank can discern that a Gifted Name is not a True Name, but due to Accolon's unique condition, the Gifted Name becomes his True Name when summoned. Consequently, he will never lose his Gifted Name under any conditions.

Clairvoyance A
With Rank A in this skill, Accolon can track fast-moving and teleporting objects within a twenty-kilometer radius. Additionally, Accolon can achieve limited future sight by applying Reinforcement to his eyes.

Mind's Eye (True) B+
A danger-avoidance ability that calmly assesses both the enemy's strength and the user's current situation, and then deduces the available means of survival. As long as there is even a 1% chance of success, it identifies and exploits that opportunity to implement a strategy that could lead to victory or an escape from defeat.

Trace On: Circuit Connection EX
Accolon's Projection sorcery allows him to duplicate armaments, including all their components, with near-perfect accuracy, though they will always be one rank lower than the original. He can also read the wielder's skills, enabling him to replicate Noble Phantasms and combat skills, including the original user's strength. His mastery over these skills is not limited to the Noble Phantasm they originated from; he can apply them to other Noble Phantasms, though his proficiency may be reduced. With Morgan's assistance, Accolon can trace Divine Constructs that are indistinguishable from the originals but will always be one rank lower.

-Class Skills-

Presence Concealment C+
Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. The rank of Presence Concealment drops considerably when preparing to attack. This skill can have its Rank increased by Noble Phantasms with obscuring properties.

Independent Action B++
The ability to stay independent for a while without the supplying magical power from a Master. Both Accolon and Morgan are accustomed to fighting alone, increasing the Rank of this skill. Even if their spiritual core sustains lethal damage, as long as either Accolon's or Morgan's container remains intact, they can survive for a lengthy period and even recover the damage dealt to their spiritual core.

Item Construction EX
A skill belonging to Morgan le Fay. Due to her origins, Morgan has crafted many magical items, including the Garden of Lost Will and the Transporting Water Mirror. With Accolon's assistance, she is capable of designing new and powerful Noble Phantasms and Mystic Codes.

Magic Resistance A
Cancel spells of A-Rank or below, no matter what greater magecraft it is. Due to being a Fairy, Accolon and Morgan are clad in supernatural Mystery. The might of supernatural phenomena caused by formulaic Spells is greatly reduced on them.

-Noble Phantasm-

Unlimited Blade Works: Infinite Creation of Swords
Owner: Accolon
Rank: E~A++
Type: -
Range: -
Maximum number of targets: -
Unlimited Blade Works is technically not a Noble Phantasm but rather a Reality Marble that functions like one. It is a high-class magecraft that manifests the user's internal world as a Bounded Field, temporarily overriding reality. It operates as a vast steel manufacturing facility, producing countless legendary swords and extending into the horizon. The Reality Marble houses all necessary materials and sorcery for weapon creation, recording and analyzing every weapon and defense it encounters. This allows Accolon to materialize whatever he imagines, perceives, or envisions.

Roadless Camelot: The Now Unreachable Utopia
Owner: Morgan
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Fortress
Range: 10-99
Maximum number of targets: 100 people
The white castle Camelot was something Morgan wished to enter during her lifetime but was unable to. Now, through magecraft, she exists as a being who can traverse paths that were once unreachable and destroy them.

Innocent Treachery: Betrayal of the Crown
Owner: Accolon/Morgan
Rank: A+
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 0-200
Maximum number of targets: 2 Noble Phantasms
A Noble Phantasm that grants Accolon the ability to replicate and usurp any Noble Phantasm wielded by his opponents. Accolon can copy up to two Noble Phantasms from adversaries he engages in combat.

When an enemy activates their Noble Phantasm, Accolon can attempt to usurp it. If the enemy fails both a Mana and Luck check, their Noble Phantasm is replaced with a replica, while Accolon gains access to the 'real' Noble Phantasm. This real Noble Phantasm will always surpass the replica in power. The copied Noble Phantasm retains similar power and abilities to the original. Morgan is able to use this Noble Phantasm, although her proficiency with it in direct combat is limited.