Dawn and Dusk Chapter 2

Hello, one and all! I know what you all must be thinking. How is he doing this? Is this really Iskander? I was expecting to wait months on end, even a full year for another chapter! But he's posted multiple in only a single month!

Le Gasp~!

This must be an IMPOSTER!

… Sorry. I just got done playing Among Us with a couple friends and I couldn't resist.

In this chapter, you'll be getting a look at the Dusk Faction, or rather the Masters sent by the Magus Association in response to Dumbledore's declaration of war. Many of them will be familiar faces, though there will be a few newcomers.

I do not own Harry Potter or the Fate series, that right belongs solely to J.K. Rowling and Kinoko Nasu.

-Undisclosed Location, Dresden, Germany; 1996-

He touched the pick to the metal strings with his right hand while his left slid up and down the neck, slowly fretting away a climbing melody. It was something he'd picked up to soothe the ache of his current life and barely making ends meet.

He had spent hours every day practicing and teaching himself how to make a proper melody. He was a fan of the more classical music, always had been, but lately he'd been leaning towards more modern bands like Black Sabbath.

A year.

That's how much time had lapsed since he had been forced on the run from the Clocktower and his failure to participate in the Fourth Holy Grail War. A year since he'd given up his chance to prove he was a good at magecraft as his teacher. A year since he sentenced himself to the bleak and meager existence of a normal man after being foolish enough to act on injured pride. Albeit one with a revenge-obsessed mage after his head for stealing an important, expensive artifact.

His hands quickened their movements as the momentum of the sound built and the guitar began to screech and let out a sweet sound of bitterness.

He was twenty now and was struggling to survive day-to-day in the mundane world. To stay ahead of his former teacher and keep all his limbs intact.

The ferocity of the guitar died down as his fingers calmed and his movements fell back into a strong and hollow riff. He closed his eyes in a silent sigh and tilted his head, letting the soothing sounds of his emotions wash over him.

Even when his grandmother and guardian passed away, and he'd been sent to live and study at the Clocktower, he'd never felt so alone in his life.

World-weary eyes glanced over to a non-descript shoe box nestled beneath the bed of the small apartment he was currently renting. It held the object responsible for his current situation. The result of his spur of the moment decision to be an idiot and steal from his teacher.

It had been supposed to act as a catalyst for summoning a Servant during the Fourth Holy Grail War over a year ago. But when he'd gone through with the ritual, nothing had happened beyond him feeling severely drained, extremely stupid, and drenched in rainwater and chicken blood.

Though from what he'd been able to gather despite being on the run. None of the potential Masters that had sought to take part in the Grail War had been able to summon their own Heroic Spirits. Something that had further infuriated his old teacher, especially when the entitled bastard learned just who had stolen from him.

Green eyes opened and Waver Velvet let out a soft sigh before taking off his guitar and placing the instrument down in its case. As he stood, he let out another sigh as his back popped and the magus ran a hand through his hair.

He decided that he could use a nice hot drink to go hand in hand with his mellow thoughts. Grabbing a shirt off his bed, he quickly threw it on and buttoned it.

His appearance had suffered from his time moving from place to place, constantly staying ahead of Kayneth, and he no longer held it to the same degree that he'd once prided himself on. He wore a pair of faded denim jeans that had rips on the knees, a green button-up shirt with short sleeves that was a little threadbare and a brown bomber jacket that he'd dug out of a thrift shop that smelled faintly of cigarettes. Not that he'd ever smoked a day in his life. Green eyes caught sight of his reflection in the mirror as he moved to the door of his small apartment.

His once short hair now reached his shoulders, falling in a shaggy mess compared to the once, rather silky and straight locks he'd had prior. There was a scar that ran from the right-side corner of his jaw just under his ear, down the side of his neck and to his collarbone. A memento from Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald getting his hands on his wayward student for the first time since the Grail War failed to start up.

Waver had been lucky that Kayneth had been caught off guard by a pair of mundane policemen that had witnessed his attempt to eviscerate Waver.

It was healed now, but still tight and red. He had to be careful how he slept, otherwise the poorly healed scar could break open again. An experience he wasn't eager to relive after the first time.

Walking out of his apartment, he locked the door's multiple locks to dissuade any of the questionable inhabitants from breaking in and made his way down the stairs and onto the street.

As Waver walked down the street towards his destination, he quickened his pace as he didn't want to linger out in the public for too long. If he remained exposed for too long, the chances of Kayneth tracking him down increased greatly.

He'd already been chased all the way from Japan to Germany because he'd been spotted too many times. It was risky as it was living on the doorstep of the Einzbern clan. But at least Kayneth wasn't liable to quickly invade the territory of a bigger magus family without asking for permission.

Luckily, the coffee shop he was heading for wasn't far from the apartment he lived in. Within seven minutes he arrived at his destination and took a place in the line. As the number of people in front of him dwindled, Waver finally arrived at the counter. "Ah! Herr Blanc! You are getting the usual today, yes?" Waver blinked in surprise at the thick accent of the man behind the cash register before smiling cordially. "Yes Herr Schultz, is my usual spot free?"

Andrej Schultz was a relatively older man with strong, yet wrinkled features and iron-grey hair. He was apparently a veteran of the Second World War and had opened the coffee shop after the defeat of the Nazi party, running the business for fifty-one years. Because Waver always stopped by in the morning just as the shop opened for the past month, the old veteran grew familiar with him.

Waver liked to think that it helped that their constant interaction was helping the old man practice his English since the old man made an effort to speak to him in his birth tongue rather than German. When Waver had first met the man, it was hard to understand his words.

Once Andrej punched in the numbers, Waver handed him several euros to pay for his drink and snack.

"Thank you for your business, Herr Blanc." The man said with smile as he handed Waver his purchase and change, before Waver walked over to the other side of the shop and settled into his usual seat.

Due to the hour, most people were simply grabbing their orders and returning to their homes, so Waver didn't have to deal with excitement, loud chattering and could simply sit in peace. Green eyes lazily observed the various busy bodies as they came and went while slowly taking sips from his coffee and bites from his muffin.

Taking a long draw from the plastic cup, Waver flinched when he felt a chilling dread pass over him and green eyes darted warily around the coffee shop in search for what was making him feel tense. Tensing his muscles, he made to get up to return to his apartment and pack up his meagre belongings in order to potentially flee, but this time, he was stopped by the sight of a seemingly non-descript man that appeared in the shop's entrance. A feeling of cold dread made itself known in the pit of his stomach as his eyes widened.

The man had messy black hair and vacant black eyes, his face deceptively blank and weary. He was dressed in a black suit and trench coat.

All in all, it the man was rather unremarkable. If not for the fact that any magus worth their salt would recognize him.

And Waver Velvet most certainly recognized the man before him.

The Magus Killer. Kiritsugu Emiya.

Waver stared hard at the man and grit his teeth. Kayneth, he was sure he could handle and survive, especially given his repeated run-ins with his former teacher. But Kiritsugu Emiya was known for hunting down elusive magi and exterminating them with extreme prejudice.

And as far as Waver was aware, the Magus Killer had never failed to take down a target.

Was he here to kill him? Did Kayneth finally tire of hunting Waver himself and had hired the Magus Killer to bring in his wayward student?

The newcomer cast a glance around the shop before his black gaze fell on Waver. The moment he spied him, Kiritsugu pursed his lips in a disturbing frown and began to walk towards him. As he approached, Waver schooled his features and pushed his hand into his jacket pocket, preparing to launch one of his premade concoctions at the Magus Killer as a distraction so he could escape. As the man sat across from him, Waver eyed him coolly, yet inwardly horrified.

"Hello Waver Velvet." The Magus Killer greeted monotonously.

"E-Emiya." Waver inwardly cursed at his stutter.

"Straight to business then?" The man asked with a small smile that Waver was sure was his imagination with how quickly it vanished. "Firstly, Mr. Velvet. Let me assuage any worries you might have. I am not here to kill you or collect on the debt you owe the El-Melloi family."

Waver stared blankly at the man for a moment as he thought he heard wrong. Then, he blinked in confusion when there was no attempt on the other man's attempt to repeat himself. "T-Then why are you here?" He asked carefully.

"Correct me if I am wrong, Mr. Velvet." Kiritsugu began as he placed his hands on the table between them, clearly trying to lower his target's stress level. "But you were one of the intended Masters for the Fourth Holy Grail War a little over a year ago, correct?"

"Yes. Yes, I was." Waver furrowed his brow at the Magus Killer's question. He hesitated for a moment before pulling his hand out of his jacket pocket and pulling off the glove covering his left hand to reveal a set of command spells that looked like a sword surrounded by a pair of wings. "But my summoning failed."

"That would be because everyone's summonings failed." Kiritsugu informed Waver after a moment of scrutinizing the young man's command spells. He then pulled off his own gloves to reveal the back of his right hand to the younger man, and Waver blanched at the sight of command spells. That meant he might've ended up with the notorious Magus Killer as an opponent in the Grail War.

His chances of survival in the conflict he'd so foolishly entered greatly decreased in his mind.

"What I doubt you know since you've been forced on the run constantly by your former teacher's attempts to find you and extract his revenge for your theft of his catalyst." Kiritsugu continued, unperturbed by Waver's internal crisis. "Is that the reason for the summoning you performed failing is because the Greater Grail of Fuyuki, the artifact responsible for ensuring the Heaven's Feel Ritual works as designed, was stolen from its sanctuary beneath Ryuudou Temple just before the Grail War would have come into effect."

"Stolen…?" Waver gapped at the man. He didn't know all that much about the Grail itself, but if he recalled correctly, shouldn't the artifact have been massive? How did someone manage to steal such a thing without causing an uproar in Japan? "By whom…?"

"The British Ministry of Magic has recently claimed credit for the theft of the Grail." Kiritsugu informed the younger mage, getting a surprised gasp from Waver.

After all, the two branches of magic users tended to avoid interacting with each other if at all unless necessary. The magi because of their hidden jealousy of the wizard's repeated use of non-degradable and powerful magic, and the wizards because of their disgust towards the practice of magecraft's extreme applications. "The Wizards…?" Waver mumbled as he frowned. He could honestly say that he hadn't suspected them of being the culprits.

"Yes." Kiritsugu nodded. "As of right now, a group of seven Masters from the British Ministry have taken up residence in Hogwarts Castle up in the Scottish Highlands and Albus Dumbledore has declared war on the Magus Association."

"And you need me for what exactly?" Waver asked as he shakily took a drink from his coffee, grimacing when he realized that he'd already drank it all.

"Officially, it is to reclaim the catalyst you stole from Lord El-Melloi." Kiritsugu stated calmly, continuing before Waver could speak. "But as you were already accepted as a Master by the Grail of Fuyuki prior to its theft, the Magus Association would like for you to act as a Master for our Faction."

"How would that work?" Waver couldn't imagine something like that would go by easily considering his former teacher was also a Master candidate in the Fourth War. "Lord El-Melloi is very likely to murder me if I show my face."

"I can promise protection from Lord El-Melloi's retribution while you are working with us." Kiritsugu swore as he clasped his hands together. "This crisis with the wizards is too important to let rivalries and grudges muck up the retrieval of the Greater Grail. Lord El-Melloi has already been informed of the prospect of your potential joining of our Faction and that he was to keep to himself, otherwise the Association would punish him severely for interfering with the success of the retrieval."

Waver gulped at that. "…Oh."

As he processed the information, Kiritsugu raised a flask and took a quick drink.

"V-Very well…" Waver muttered before regaining strength in his tone. His green eyes managed to lock with Kiritsugu's gaze without flinching. "I'll do it. Where exactly would we be going?"

"First to your apartment…" Kiritsugu informed him, the younger man not surprised that the Magus Killer knew where he was staying. "Then to one of the Einzbern residences up in Northern Scotland. It is a few dozen miles away from Hogwarts, but it is the closest stronghold any magi besides the Fraga clan have, and they are rather reluctant to take part in a war that would break the treaty our two branches have. Even if the wizards are the aggressors in this conflict."

"Of course…"

-El-Melloi Residence, London-

Kayneth scowled and shattered the glass he was holding as he put down the phone he'd just been listening to. "Damn those bastards!"

"What happened Kayneth?" A stoic, yet melodic voice asked, prompting him to turn around and gaze upon his red-haired fiancé, Sola-Ui. "Did the Association choose another Master to take our place?"

"No…" He grit out, forcefully calming himself so as to not lash out at the woman. "They've found that little shite Velvet. He agreed to become one of the Masters of our Faction, and I've been commanded to not attack him!"

"And that should be a problem, why exactly?" Sola-Ui asked, a damnable smirk playing across her lips, getting Kayneth to narrow his eyes at the woman. He knew all too well that she didn't like him, never had since the moment she was betrothed to him by her father, and that she was taking too much entertainment from his humiliation. "Sure, the boy humiliated you and stole from you. However, your humiliation was already paid back when you tortured and scarred him in Moscow. You need to let it go, this rage and vendetta are unbecoming of the head of a Magus family."

"My vendetta." Keyneth spat and grimaced as he reigned himself in. "Will be finished when I dismantle that little bastard's body for parts to use in my experiments!"

His eyes then landed on her gloved hand and Kayneth barely restrained himself from glaring reproachfully at the redhead. Due to their attempted trickery at the start of what should have been the Fourth Holy Grail War by making Sola-Ui a partial Master, where she would act as the mana battery and Kayneth would hold the command spells, when the Masters were chosen for their Faction, the Grail had awarded the command spells to his fiancé rather than to Kayneth, who'd been the original choice to be a Master.

In turn, Kayneth had to sit back and watch the Grail War happen rather than being one of the Masters.

He had of course tried to obtain a spot as a Master from the Association but had so far been refused.

It. Was. Humiliating.

First that worthless third-rate trash stole his originally intended catalyst from him, thus preventing him from summoning the King of Conquerors for the Fourth Holy Grail War and forcing him to rely on a catalyst that would have summoned the First Knight of Fianna, a drastically weaker Servant.

Then there was the fact that the Fourth Holy Grail War failed to start because some worthless upstarts from the wizarding communities believed it would be a good idea to make an enemy of the entire Magus Association by stealing the Greater Grail of Fuyuki just before the ritual could commence.

When he had finally gotten his hands around Waver Velvet's neck in Moscow after chasing the boy from Japan, he'd expected to get some form of revenge to soothe his damaged pride as a mage and a family head. But all he'd gotten to do was torture the boy a little before those damned police officers had intervened when he'd been in the process of tearing his neck open and the little shit got away.

Much of the last year had been spent hunting Waver across Eurasia, but he'd unfortunately lost track of the little third-generation bastard somewhere in Austria a month-and-a-half ago.

Then. Finally, when the Grail War was announced to be restarting and that the Greater Grail had been located at Hogwarts of all places when Albus Dumbledore himself declared war on the Association, he had failed to be in attendance and Sola-Ui had gotten the command spells!

Kayneth could only stare reproachfully at her back while Sola-Ui picked up her tea, the beauty humming a little harmless tune that only served to aggravate him further, her free hand stroking the pair of silver earrings sitting in a cushioned box on the table that would serve as the catalyst for her summoning.

Damn you Waver Velvet. Damn you to all the Hells in the world!

-Einzbern Castle, Scotland; One Week Later after the Dawn Faction summoned their Servants-

"Kiritsugu-kun! You're back!" "Papa!"

Kiritsugu's dour expression broke into a smile as he and Waver walked through the entrance of the castle, with Waver balking at the sight of a beautiful white-haired woman charging towards his companion of the last week, trailing just behind her was a little girl that looked like a miniature of the woman.

The notorious Magus Killer caught the woman in his arms before shifting enough to catch the little girl as well. "It's good to see you too, Iri, Illya."

Waver backed up slightly to give the Magus Killer space with what was obviously his family, suppressing any jealousy he had towards the notorious man for having such a beautiful woman for a wife.

Emiya's assistant, a woman Waver had come to know as Maiya Hisau, merely rolled her eyes at the lip-locked couple as she carried in several of the Magus Killer's bags. The woman continuing on their previous path until she disappeared around a corner.

Said wife turned her head after a long, breath-defying kiss to lock her crimson gaze on the younger man. "Who's this?!" Waver blinked as the woman practically disappeared from Kiritsugu's arms and materialized in front of him with an excited, welcoming smile. "Oh! You must be Waver Velvet! Kiri has told me a lot about you! Good on you, sticking it to the man!"

"Iri…" Kiritsugu sighed audibly as he rubbed his face with his suddenly free hand while setting his daughter on the ground, though the mini-Irisviel kept a tight grip on his pants leg.

"Nice to meet you, madame." Waver tilted his head respectfully to the albino woman.

"None of that now!" Iri scolded cheerfully before Waver suddenly found himself engulfed in a hug, his head tugged down to nestle between the woman's breasts, much to Waver's horror. "My name is Irisviel von Einzbern. That is my daughter Illyasviel. It is nice to meet you, Waver Velvet."

'Help…' He mouthed to the tired Magus Killer, more than happy that the man wasn't looking enraged about where Waver's face was currently pressed.

"Iri. Please let Mr. Velvet go." Kiritsugu said tiredly while Illya giggled from behind his leg.

Irisviel sighed in mock disappointment before releasing her surprisingly powerful grip from the young man's head. Waver wasted no time bringing his head back up and backing up five feet from the woman, who giggled at his reaction.

He was not sorry. There was nothing amusing about tempting the surprisingly amiable Magus Killer into murdering him for getting fresh with the man's wife!

"Sorry about that, Mr. Velvet." Kiritsugu said as he handed Illya off to his wife and wrapped an arm around the beautiful woman's shoulders before guiding the small group deeper into the castle. "Irisviel has just been rather energetic since the problems her body was experiencing were fixed."

'Her body was fixed…?' Waver asked mentally when he saw Kiritsugu scowl slightly at the mention of his wife's previous problems, his brow furrowing as he turned to look at Irisviel for a moment, before gasping lightly as he figured out the reason behind her appearance and strength.

She was a Homunculus.

He'd never met one before, but he remembered that the signature magecraft of the Einzbern family was the construction of Homunculi. Their trademark features being pale skin, white hair, and red eyes.

Homunculi also tended to be naturally, or unnaturally, stronger than a normal human.

The group walked in companionable silence with only Illyasviel breaking the quiet in the halls by telling her father about the different types of nuts she'd collected while he was gone, and the occasional Einzbern maid going about their duties.

Soon enough, the group arrived in a large chamber that Waver was almost sure was used for dining, though there was currently no table to support that theory.

Waver froze when his eyes landed on the group of mages already waiting for them, especially when his green gaze fell upon a pair of familiar faces framed by blond and red hair respectively. "Kayneth… Ms. Sola-Ui…"

Kiritsugu nudged the younger man slightly when he heard the whisper and Waver pulled his fear back in, remembering the Magus Killer's words about the repercussions Kayneth would face if he sabotaged Waver. Not only would the Association punish the El-Melloi head, but the Magus Killer would intervene personally if Kayneth took matters too far.

"Ah. Emiya-san. You've arrived." An elegantly dressed man of Japanese descent stated as he looked towards the entrance of the group. He was a middle-aged man, quite possibly either in his late thirties or early forties, that had brown hair and a short goatee on his chin. He was dressed in an immaculate red suit and was currently nursing a glass of wine. The man's blue eyes landed on Waver, and he gave a short smile and nod. "And you must be Velvet-san. We were wondering if you'd be joining us. I am Tohsaka Tokiomi."

Kayneth's head snapped around at the mention of his ex-student, and Waver grimaced at the frigid glare his ex-teacher gave him, though Tohsaka's warning look seeming to be enough to quell the El-Melloi head when Kayneth inched forward.

"Nice to meet you, Tohsaka…-san?" Waver greeted; unsure exactly how Japanese honorifics worked. He hadn't remained in Japan long enough last year to pick up its proper use, though Tokiomi didn't seem offended and nodded to Waver's attempt.

"I take it everyone is here then." Kiritsugu said as he moved forward past Waver and glanced over the gathered magi in an almost lazy fashion, though Waver could swear that the man was analyzing every potential Master there. Probably deciding their threat level. "Has everything been set up, Tohsaka-san?"

"Yes." Tokiomi nodded as he gestured off towards the far end of the large chamber, to show a set of magic circles drawn on the floor in a curved line. Seven in total. "The preparations were completed yesterday after Yggdmillennia-dono arrived."

Waver glanced at the crowd at the mention of the name to find a man that he'd only ever heard about while at the Clocktower.

Lord Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia, the founder and leader of the Yggdmillennia Clan, an assortment of various magi families that had gathered under a banner separate from the main Association to pool their respective research together. Although it was known that he was over ninety-seven years old, the man looked more like a man in his late twenties, not showing a single wrinkle. It was considered common knowledge among the Clock Tower that he had fused his soul with an infant's animus to acquire longevity. The man was dressed in a military-esque white uniform with black pants, and a white cloak adorned his shoulders with gold trim and was held together by a pair of golden cords. Darnic had gold-colored eyes, but his hair was dark blue and was held back in a low rat-tail. In his right hand was an ornate cane that Waver didn't think the man really needed.

"We should get started then." A calm, if somewhat quiet spoke up from the corner of the room, getting Waver to turn his attention over towards a brown-haired man dressed in priestly garb, a crucifix dangling around his neck. Waver's hackles raised slightly when he realized that out of everyone in the room, this priest was the only one Kiritsugu seemed properly wary of.

If the Magus Killer considered this man a threat. Then he was a bloody damn threat!

"Of course, of course." Tokiomi smiled amicably, he looked towards Waver. "If you'll place your catalyst in your circle, we can begin."

Waver nodded when he looked to the circles and noticed that each one already had a set of catalysts placed in the center, with the only free one being on the far left side of the lineup. He couldn't help but notice that Kayneth bristled indignantly at the mention of Waver's catalyst as green eyes landed on the shoebox in Waver's grasp. His ex-teacher was quite likely still very pissed at the theft of this particular object.

'This is finally going to happen…' He thought to himself as he placed the shoebox down in the center of the ritual circle and removed the lid, revealing the torn scrap of a crimson mantle. The catalyst that should have summoned his Servant a year ago but would do so now.

Waver pursed his lips as he stared down at the ancient artifact for a moment as he considered the changes to his life following his reckless choice. He was no longer the same runt of a boy that had made off with his teacher's artifact out of wounded pride and wouldn't be in this for the prestige that he'd desired over a year ago. He honestly didn't know what he'd wish for if he managed to be the last one standing in this Grail War.

"Everybody, please line up and prepare to recite the incantation!" The Tohsaka head declared as he took position in front of his own circle while the Einzbern Homunculi maids poured mercury into the grooves of the circle.

Waver took stock of each of his fellow Masters as they took up their spots in front of their respective circles: Kiritsugu Emiya, Irisviel von Einzbern, Sola-Ui Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri, Tokiomi Tohsaka, Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia, and that priest from before that Waver learned was named Kirei Kotomine.

He had nearly done a spit-take when he had discovered that Sola-Ui was a Master instead of his ex-teacher. He supposed it must have burned Kayneth to not only have his originally intended relic usurped by his student, but to have his spot as a Master usurped by his fiancé.

"Let silver and steel be the essence." The Masters began chanting in almost unison, their circles and command spells glowing in time with a shadowed, almost eerie glow. Behind them, the Homunculi maids as well as Kayneth and Illyasviel watched in silent awe or envy.

Waver clenched his left hand as he felt the power flow through him when his long dormant command spells started glowing. This was it. Everything was finally working! "Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation. Let the Dusk be what I pay tribute to."

'Dusk…? What was that about?' Waver couldn't help but wonder before he refocused on his task. He hadn't been here when the big discussions were going on about the Great Holy Grail War, and so he didn't yet know that both Factions had been named 'Dawn' and 'Dusk' respectively to denote their opposing sides.

"It's pretty…" Illya whispered as she watched her mama and papa perform their summoning. Due to her nature, she could feel the raw power coursing through the room more intently than a normal mage.

"Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall. Let the four cardinal gates close. Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate." The combined voices of the Masters rose in pitch as the magic of the ritual surged. "Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again. Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling."

"Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword. Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail. Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth. An oath shall be sworn here. I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven; I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell."

Most of the Masters smiled widely when silhouettes began forming within the swirling magic. Their Servants were nearly here! "From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!"

All seven of the summoning circles exploded with blinding light and great clouds of smoke as the summoning reached its zenith.

Everyone watched with rapt attention and utter silence as the smoke cleared away to reveal seven figures.

Stood before Waver was a gigantic man standing over two meters in height and dwarfing his summoner in height. He had large muscles that gave Waver the impression of being able to kill a bear with his bare hands. Brown, almost ruby in color, eyes stared out from behind sternly chiseled features giving off a dazzling glow, like a mere gaze would be able to overtake Waver's soul in an instant with their sharpness, and burning red hair and beard covered his head and face. Bronze armor adorned his torso, with cuffs and greaves with white-furred fringes, that left his arms and thighs unprotected. Adorning his shoulders was a thick red mantle that matched the catalyst Waver had been using with a fluffy white fur collar. It was luxuriously decorated and looked like a curtain wrapping the stage of a theater.

"Alexander the Great…" Waver muttered at the sight of the brick of a man standing in front of him. This was Alexander the Great. The most famous conqueror in history. The man who'd conquered the known world before Rome began its rise.

Waver tilted his head slightly as he remembered something he'd read about the King. Alexander the Great wasn't as small as he'd thought he'd be.

Occupying the space in front of Tokiomi was a dignified man shorter than Waver's Servant with golden hair framing his face. His face was rather handsome, and his eyes, crimson like blood, gave off a mysterious radiance that almost made Waver wither on the spot when he made eye contact with the man. He was wearing clothes that Waver could only describe as that of an Arabian Prince, with a horned turban on his head, an open short vest that left much of his torso and arms exposed. Upon his legs were a pair of baggy pants that Waver was hesitant to call harem pants that had a long cutout on the front to show the Servant's legs. There was a golden belt wrapped around his waist that appeared to have a pair of light brown wings hanging from the back. Upon his right hand was a golden gauntlet that held a large stone tablet, while his other hand was bare of any adornment and held up a large golden axe.

Emerging from the circle in front of Darnic was a man that appeared to be in his mid-twenties with blond hair that fell down to his waist and deep green eyes. He sported a silver cuirass, and disconnected sleeves that lead into fingerless gloves. He was wearing a collar-like piece of cloth with silver trimming, blue filling, and golden symbols, which matched the waist portion of his skirt, which is split into sections. A silver loop connected two belts and a third strip of cloth that hangs around his waist together. He possessed white armor for his legs that go up to his thighs, where he wore black undershorts. A white shoulder piece covered his right shoulder, with a blue cape piece draped over his left arm. His weapon, which was held in his right hand, was a deep purple spear with a silver-white blade at the very end.

In front of his ex-teacher's fiancé stood a feral-looking man with long dark-blue hair tied in a rat-tail, and fierce crimson eyes similar in appearance to the golden man in front of Tohsaka. He was wearing a deep-ultramarine pair of pants covered in Runic protections, a black metallic pauldron on his left shoulder while the other was covered by a white and blue fur mantle that covered most of his back, and a metal plate over his lowest abdominal section. His muscular torso was left mostly bare to show his pectorals and abdomen, as well as a set of crimson, tribal tattoos. He also wore a pair of silver earrings identical to the ones Sola-Ui had set in the ritual circle. His very presence gave off the impression of a beast, even carrying a bestial smell. Balancing across his shoulders was a blood-red spear with intwining branches that radiated a heavy bloodlust.

In front of the Magus Killer was a woman in her early-mid teens with a slender and petite physique, soft skin, and green eyes. Her blonde hair looked as if it were sprinkled with gold dust. Her face displayed elegance. She was adorned in a shining silver breastplate over an old-styled dress, made from old-fashioned blue cloth, underneath. Silver gauntlets covered her hands, with her left gauntlet consisting of only two fingers, her pointer and the others covered in a wide covering. Her hair was held up in a crown braid with a blue ribbon attached to the underside.

Waver would describe her as a beauty rivaling Irisviel, though in a more teenage fashion rather than the Homunculus's mature appearance.

In front of the priest stood a tall, dark-skinned woman with a skull mask covering her features. Her long purple hair was held up in a high ponytail, and she was wearing a black, form-fitting outfit that left her toned stomach exposed.

Waver was quite sure this was the Assassin-class Servant, another reason to be wary of the priest.

Finally, the last Servant… Waver felt his mind go blank when he turned his attention onto the Servant standing before the giddy Irisviel.

The man standing before Irisviel stood more than two and a half meters tall, towering over the other Servants, with an immensely muscular body. Waver would describe the Hero's appearance as the statue of a god like he'd once seen in a museum, far more than human. Where the golden Servant in front of Tokiomi gave off a divine presence with his gaze, this Servant's very being seemed to exude a primal, powerful feeling. A mane of wild, jet-black hair covered his head and tumbled down his back, moving in a non-existent wind, while golden eyes gazed out from his chiseled face. Whereas Alexander's hands looked like they could choke out a bear, the other Servant looked like he could choke out one of the mythical giants and his arms and legs were as thick as tree trunks.

"We are the Servants of the Dusk!" The summoned heroes all declared at the same time to the spectators, before in unison they knelt before their respective summoners, with the sole exception of the golden Servant, who remained impassive as if they were too below the effort to sneer. "Thou who hast summoned me! Art thou my Master?"

"Amazing…" Illyasviel breathed out as she darted up to her mother and wrapped herself around the woman's leg while staring up at the behemoth her mother had summoned. Said behemoth smiled at the sight of the small child and gently sank to a knee, offering a large hand to the curious albino.

"Hello little one." His voice sounded like rolling thunder to everyone's ears. Irisviel smiled down at her daughter when Illya looked up to her for reassurance, and the nine-year-old hybrid smiled before she approached the Servant, placing her much smaller hand on his palm.

"Now then." Darnic spoke up after scrutinizing his Servant for a long moment, seemingly comparing him to the other summoned heroes. His yellow gaze flickered around to the other Masters and Servants, drawing the attention of the others. "If we are to work properly and efficiently together, I believe it to only be appropriate that we know the names of our Servants."

"Is that truly wise?" Kirei asked, his brow the only change in his expression as it rose. "I was under the impression that revealing a Servant's true name was akin to weakening them."

"It is. In a manner." Tokiomi nodded to his former apprentice before he glanced to the golden Servant as if asking him for permission. "Knowing a Servant's name allows you to know their strengths and weaknesses, including the manner in which they died, which can be used to severely weaken them if reenacted."

The golden Servant stared down at his Master for a moment in disinterest before waving his hand in a 'go ahead' motion.

"I shall go first then." Tokiomi began after bowing his head in submission to the Servant. "This is Caster. His true name is Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes."

There was a hum of interest from Waver's Servant at Tokiomi's admission and his eyes gleamed as he looked over the Caster. "King of Heroes, eh? That's certainly a mighty title!" The Servant then proceeded to reveal himself without waiting for Waver. "I am Iskandar! The King of Conquerors! In this war I have been summoned as the Rider-class Servant! I look forward to joining this conquest with all of you!"

Caster seemed to scoff at Iskandar's declaration of being a king, though remained silent.

"We are Assassin." Was the simple admission from the Assassin standing beside Kirei. "We are of the Hassan-I Sabbah, and as such do not have a true name."

"She's a cheery one, ain't she." The blue-clad spearman hummed with an amused smile, his eyes twinkling with merry chaos. "I was born Sétanta but was renamed the Cú Chulainn. I am the Berserker of this here Faction."

"The Cú? Truly?" The Lancer spoke up as he snapped his head over to Berserker, a wide, excited smile on his handsome face like he was meeting a personal hero. "Well, this is an honor! I'm pretty sure you've guessed that I am the Lancer. I am Fionn mac Cumhaill, leader of the honored Knights of Fianna!"

"Many honorable heroes have answered the call." The petite blonde by the Magus Killer stated, her blank face giving way to a genuine smile as she glanced around at her fellow Servants before pressing a hand to her chest. "I am the Saber-class Servant of this Faction. In life I was known as Arthur Pendragon, but my true name is Artoria."

"King Arthur was a woman?!" Irisviel exclaimed in shock, a shock that many in the room shared, even fellow Servants, who gazed upon the revealed woman king with interest, even Gilgamesh.

"I may have been born a woman." Artoria stated firmly, a flash of unease crossing her face before vanishing. "But I am a Knight first and foremost."

The giddy look on Irisviel and even Illyasviel's faces told the unnerved King of Knights that this was far from over. The giant behind Irisviel took pity and decided to continue the introductions.

"I am Heracles." The giant said when all eyes turned to him, getting surprise to flash across many of the gathered faces, even Servants. "I have been summoned as an Archer."

Heracles. Heracles?!

Waver gaped first at the statuesque giant and then at the giddy albino woman who appeared deeply proud by who she had summoned. She summoned the greatest hero of Ancient Greece. The three-quarter's demigod that completed twelve divine labors that no mortal man or even fellow demigods could have overcome!

"Well…" Sola-Ui spoke, surprise greatly evident on her face. "I thought we had a good chance already, especially with the Servant I summoned. But if we have Heracles on our side, then we are sure to win."

Waver couldn't help but agree with the redhead.

Gilgamesh moved closer to the Archer Servant and looked up at the Grecian Demigod with something akin to respect in his gaze, not that any of the others could see it with his back facing them. Then, to the surprise of the others, but mostly Tokiomi, Gilgamesh held out his gauntleted hand after dismissing the stone tablets into golden motes of light. "I greet you, Heracles, son of Zeus. It is an honor to meet one that overcame the challenges of the gods much like myself."

Heracles looked down at Caster's hand before gripping it in his own, both giving a single shake before the King of Heroes and Hero of the Labors released each other.

"Now that that is out of the way." Kiritsugu spoke up for the first time since the incantation, and he moved away from his Servant, pulling several folders from his coat that he began handing out to the other Masters, hesitating for a moment in front of Kirei, with the priest holding the Magus Killer's gaze as he accepted the offered folder. "I have compiled dossiers on all of the Masters that should be participating on the opposing side."

Waver opened the folder given to him, coming upon the first profile. One with the picture of an old man with a rather long white beard and half-moon spectacles. "Albus Dumbledore…" The young man muttered as he stared at the picture. He'd only ever seen the headmaster of Hogwarts once, when his grandmother had shown him Diagon Alley so he could familiarize himself with wizards.

"Starting from the top, we have the two leaders of the Dawn Faction-" Kiritsugu continued as he pressed a button on a projector that Waver hadn't noticed until then, showing the pictures of Dumbledore and another of an overweight man in lime-green clothing. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. He is the most likely person leading the Dawn Faction, and one of the most dangerous targets for us to take down. My scouts are pretty sure that the Servant that massacred the Enforcers sent to recover the Grail was summoned by Dumbledore himself, and that she is a Caster."

Artoria gasped at the picture Kiritsugu showed of the Caster-class Servant that he'd mentioned, immediately gaining the attention of all gathered.

"That is my half-sister, Morgan le Fay." Artoria stated as she regathered herself, gesturing at the picture. "The Witch that blighted my reign and sought to overthrow me through her machinations and deceptions out of some ill-conceived idea that she had a right to the throne, though she was not of Uther's blood."

Kiritsugu pursed his lips together, before he quickly wrote down the information his Servant had just provided. That had been rather easy. He hadn't expected to get one of the enemy's Servant's identities right off the bat.

"Given that we are engaging in battle in the British Isles…" Kirei started as he stroked his chin. "It would be rather logical if you are going to summon a powerful Caster-class Servant, to summon her. Morgan le Fay was one of the foremost magic users, both Magecraft and Wizardry, in history." His eyes turned towards Artoria, who felt a little unnerved about how empty his eyes appeared. "Just as you will be given a great boost to your parameters because of your fame given that you are the most famous king of Britain, it would serve that Morgan would also get a tremendous boost because of her fame. Especially in the land that once belonged to the Picts, given that many of her forces came from the North."

Artoria scowled at the reminder. She had never been able to quite figure out why the Picts would join her half-sister when Camelot's relationship with the Northern tribes had been rather friendly and productive for both sides.

"One down. Six to go." Fionn quipped, getting a snort of laughter from Cú.

"Moving on." Kiritsugu continued after entering in all the information Artoria had shared, reminding himself to grill his Servant later for all her knowledge about Morgan's skills and noble phantasms. "We next have Cornelius Fudge. The current Minister of Magic for Britain's Ministry." He put up the photo of the pudgy man Waver had noted earlier. "Unlike Dumbledore, Fudge is not much of a threat. From all records I was able to dig up in my reconnaissance, Fudge has shown himself to always be more of a politician rather than a competent spellcaster. He has good marks from his time in Hogwarts as a student, but always in a mediocre sense compared to his peers. I haven't yet been able to determine which Servant he summoned, as he has yet to leave the castle since the war began."

Darnic nodded to the Magus Killer's words. "I met the Minister once when he attended a meeting at the Clocktower with Lady Barthomeloi shortly after he was elected. He was a relatively spineless man, made even more so after he had an accidental run-in with the Wizard Marshall."

Everyone connected to the Association grimaced at having a run-in with Zelretch. He had driven countless apprentices insane with his trolling, and it was often a warning to newer students and visitors to run on sight.

One of Kayneth's only acts of kindness towards all his students.

"Did you not get a list of the catalysts their Faction obtained, Emiya-san?" Tokiomi asked as he tapped his finger on his cane.

"I did." Kiritsugu nodded to the Tohsaka family head before pulling out a lengthy list. Definitely more than just seven catalysts. "However, they appear to have performed a mass export, most likely as an insurance policy in the event that one of the catalysts turned out to be a dud."

Tokiomi frowned and nodded before withdrawing once again. He should have expected the Magus Killer would do his homework.

"Next on the list; Madame Amelia Bones." Kiritsugu brought up the picture of a stern-looking middle-aged woman with greying red hair. "She is the Director of the Department of Magical Law and has an extensive record as an Auror and combatant in the last Blood War of the wizards. Unlike the Minister and her predecessor, she is not a politician despite her position and is very capable of engaging in combat. I suggest that any who engages with her do so with caution. From what I have heard, she is not afraid to use the Unforgivable Curses when put in a situation where death is almost assured. Such as an incident during the Triwizard Tournament when Fenrir Greyback led a pack of werewolves to the Bones estate in an assassination attempt. Greyback escaped, but Bones cut down many of his pack before they fled."

Waver blanched at the mention of the curses. He knew about the Unforgivables, and had been hoping that since the enemy faction was led by Albus Dumbledore, who is notorious for his stance on Dark Magic, that its members wouldn't be willing to resort to such measures. He did not fancy finding himself on the end of the Crucitas Curse or the Imperious Curse.

One promised immense, unending pain, whilst the other promised the horror of somebody else piloting his body like he was a puppet.

"Like with Fudge, we have yet to learn of her Servant's identity, though she was seen patrolling Hogsmeade with several Aurors and a newcomer in a green cloak. Next, we have Professor Minerva McGonagall." Kiritsugu continued despite Waver's inner crisis, bringing up a picture of another woman, this one a little older than Madame Bones, and no less stern in appearance. She had the very appearance of a strict teacher. "She is the Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts and is one of the foremost masters in her field, surpassed only by a handful of others in the world, including Albus Dumbledore himself. She is also the Deputy Headmistress of the school and is quite capable in magical combat."

The Magus Killer placed a picture of a Scottish claymore on the projector. "I have a good idea of who she summoned as her Servant." He said as he gestured at the image. "This is the Wallace Sword, once enshrined at the Wallace National Monument in Stirling. It went missing two months ago, and McGonagall was seen in the Monument the day of its disappearance. She wiped the memories of those who witnessed the theft, but didn't know to erase security footage."

"So, she summoned William Wallace?" Sola-Ui asked, ignoring Kiritsugu's mentioning of mundane technology like many of the other mages who didn't know what that was. "The national hero of the Scots."

"Yes." Kiritsugu nodded to the redhead with a slight grimace. "While William Wallace wouldn't be considered any more than a low-tier Servant anywhere else in the world, the fact that he would be summoned in his homeland where he is a national and revered hero, means that he would get a substantial fame boost to his parameters." The Magus Killer looked towards Artoria. "Even bigger than my own Servant would receive. Given said boost, I wouldn't be surprised if he could rival some of our stronger Servants in battle."

Everyone grimaced lightly at that.

"If I recall the man's legend correctly, then it is likely that he would be summoned as either a Berserker or a Saber." Kirei murmured, adding his own opinion to the mix. "If McGonagall is smart, she'll have summoned him as a Saber so that his Mad Enhancement wouldn't impair his abilities."

"Yes. That is most likely." Kiritsugu nodded in agreement.

"Next. Is the Potions Professor of Hogwarts, Severus Snape." Kiritsugu placed a picture of a dour looking man clothed in all black with greasy black hair hanging down from his head. "He is one of the more dangerous combatants of the Dawn Faction. He is one of the top five potioneers in the world and is capable of mixing, creating, and even inventing a variety of potions that most wouldn't be able to accomplish on their own. Also, while his focus tends to lean towards potion making, Snape is also a master duelist, and an expert in the wizarding world's Dark Arts. Like Madame Bones, he has no qualms with using the Unforgivable Curses if the occasion calls for it, a byproduct of his time as one of the most recent Dark Lord's Death Eaters. Speaking of which, due to his experience acting as a double agent in both Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix and Voldemort's Death Eaters, Snape is a very capable spy and information gatherer. Just as I've obtained dossiers on their Masters, he's likely done the same to us."

-Headmaster's Office; Same Time-

"-and this is Tokiomi Tohsaka, the head of the Tohsaka family in Fuyuki. He recently got his hands on the fossilized remains of a snake from the Middle East around the area of old Mesopotamia-" Snape paused in his presentation of the Masters of the opposing Faction to Dumbledore, getting the headmaster to blink up at the professor.

"Is something wrong, Severus?"

"No sir." The potion master shook his head as he got back to his presentation. "Just felt like someone said my name."

-Einzbern Castle-

"Do you have any idea of who his Servant might be?" Sola-Ui asked, leaning against the table to look closer at the professor's picture.

"It is most likely to be Assassin given his expertise. Especially as Dumbledore already summoned Caster." Kiritsugu supplied, he then pulled up the next photo. This time of a man in his mid-to-early thirties with black hair and blue eyes. "This is Victor McCrae. He is Minister Fudge's newest Undersecretary, replacing Delores Umbridge, who was recently arrested and charged with torture of students and murder after it was uncovered that she had killed her father to inherit his fortune and status. He doesn't have all that much of a record in dueling ability and many of his recorded skills outside of bureaucracy are mediocre. He does, however, have a propensity with mental magic from his time as an Obliviator for the ICW." He placed another picture on the projector, this time of an ancient alchemical vial filled with a black, tar-like substance. "It is known that McCrae went out of his way to obtain this particular artifact, most likely for his summoning. However, I have not yet been able to uncover what exactly the artifact is supposedly linked to in terms of legends or what the substance held within is."

"And the last Master?" Darnic pressed as Kiritsugu removed the pictures.

"Primrose Potter." Kiritsugu supplied as he put up the picture of the sixteen-year-old redhead student. "Until fairly recently, Ms. Potter was known the to wider magical community as the Girl-Who-Lived, the only person in history to survive the Killing Curse."

"Ah, yes, I've heard of this." Kayneth piped up for the first time, startling his ex-student and almost making Waver jump for having forgotten that his tormentor was still present. "It was recently discovered that the prophecy pertaining to her and the Dark Lord wasn't about her, but rather about her missing twin brother, Harry Potter."

-Hogwarts Library; Same Time-

Primrose suddenly and violently sneezed in the middle of Hermione's geeking out over her Servant, snagging the attention of her bushy-haired friend and the hulking warrior that was entertaining said friend with her questions while being purposely vague when said questions veered into his past.

His horned helm was off and placed on the table with the books and papers they were studying with, revealing a handsome, bearded face with strong cheekbones and nose. Free of his helm, his hair hung slightly over his face while remaining mostly swept back, framing his features in a thick black mane.

"Are you alright, Primrose?" Hermione asked in concern, her brown eyes worried. It wouldn't be the first time another one of their fellow students had pranked the former celebrity since the revelation of her true status. Even after Fred and George stopped selling their pranks to repeat offenders.

"Yes. Yes. I'm al-" Primrose sneezed violently again, this time her magic acting up in response and blasting the parchment that was her homework off the table, much to the Potter's dismay.

"It sounds like somebody is talking about you, Master." Rider stated as he watched in growing amusement, he had been enjoying talking to his master's pretty brunette friend, but he was always ready to find amusement anywhere.

"Great…" Primrose groaned as she laid her head on her arms.

-Einzbern Castle-

"Yes." Kiritsugu nodded to the El-Melloi head before continuing. "As it was discovered when she failed to remove the prophecy orb detailing Voldemort's downfall from its pedestal in the Department of Mysteries, Primrose Potter is not the Girl-Who-Lived. Over the last couple of years, she has become rather reclusive and often avoids contact with others except for a small few. I am not sure what Dumbledore hopes to gain by having her act as a Master, or if she was simply chosen by the Grail. She has top marks in her Defense Against the Dark Arts subject and is rather well-versed in Charms and Transfiguration despite her age, most likely a byproduct of being raised by James Potter and Lily Potter, both of whom excel in those fields."

"She was also the champion of the Triwizard Tournament that took place two years ago." Irisviel supplied helpfully, smiling at the other Masters when they looked at her. "She managed to outwit and outfly a Hungarian Horntail on a broom, as well as rescue two hostages from the bottom of the Black Lake while being pursued by merfolk and grindelows, and was the first one to exit the maze of the third task, marking her as the victor of the Tournament, even when pitted against two others that were her elder peers and more experienced in magic."

"Yes." Kiritsugu nodded to his wife. "Even though she is still a student, be sure to engage with caution if you end up facing her."

"Is there anything else we should know about the enemy?"

Kiritsugu looked to the priest. "Not much. The only thing of note is that Madame Bones, in her capacity as the Director of Law Enforcement, has set a majority of the Auror department and quite a few hit wizards to acting as a small militia around the castle grounds and in Hogsmeade village. My and my assistant's scouting has also revealed that Dumbledore has convinced the centaur herd in the forest to act as a defensive measure against any potential threats, and there is a giant residing in the forest, though I don't think it is part of the defenses. The ancient war wards of the castle have been activated since Dumbledore declared war, and given their level of power and age, will make getting into the grounds harder, except for the Servants. Other than that, I do not know enough about Hogwarts to know of its other defenses."

"Very well then." Tokiomi said after it was clear that Kiritsugu's presentation of their opponents was finished. "Our first attack will be launched once night falls so we can ensure none of the mundanes get caught up in the war."

"If you will follow us…" A female voice spoke up, gaining the attention of the gathered mages to a small group of Homunculus maids. The one standing at the front was the woman that had spoken, the woman bent forward slightly at the waist in a bow. "We will show you to your quarters for your stay."

Everybody with the exception of the Magus Killer, his wife, daughter and the two Servants they summoned moved to follow after the Homunculi. As they left, Kiritsugu heard the King of Heroes demand his own room separate from his Master's dwelling.

The Magus Killer pursed his lips as he watched them leave, before turning his attention to his smiling wife. It wasn't quite what he'd signed up for nearly eleven years ago when he was contracted by the Einzbern family, but he'd complete his task, nonetheless. His family was too important, not too.

Let the Great Britain Holy Grail War begin.

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, even if it doesn't quite get into the war just yet. We see some old and familiar faces from Fate/Zero and Fate/Apocrypha showing up. I replaced Uryuu Ryuunosuke and Kariya Matou as Masters with Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia and Irisviel von Einzbern for several, somewhat obvious reasons. The first, Ryuunosuke didn't know jack shit about Magus society or the Grail War until he summoned Gilles, and even then, he was oblivious to what was going on. As that didn't happen, he continued performing his macabre art until he was put down one horrific Fuyuki night. As for Kariya, well, he will be showing up later, but not as a Master and under different circumstances. Don't fear for precious Sakura, she will face salvation here despite the war taking place in Scotland rather than Fuyuki. I am not leaving her to Zolgen and his Rape Worms.

Nasu was really sick in the head for having a five-year-old girl be raped and violated, especially like that.

For those of you ready to berate me by saying that Morgan really is the daughter of Uther Pendragon, I am using actual history from the Arthurian Legends because I never quite agreed with how Fate portrayed her. While she may be Uther's daughter in Type-Moon, Morgan le Fay in the actual legend was only the daughter of Igraine and the half-sister of Arthur, she was already born, sired by Igraine's first husband before Uther came and made a cuckold of the man to sire Arthur with Merlin's help. Morgan's connection to the fae and magic of Britainnia comes from her mother, not any connection she has to the Pendragons. Her belief that she was a legible heir to the throne of Britannia was a misconception born from Arthur being her brother.

So. For the Dusk Faction lineup, we have:

Saber: Artoria Pendragon, the King of Knights.

Archer: Heracles, the Hero of the Labors. Which I thought would be appropriate since Irisviel would be a Master and Illya summoned him in Fate/Stay Night, though without the interference of the Einzbern clan, Heracles is an Archer instead of a Berserker, which would have likely won the war better than him as a Berserker.

Lancer: Fionn mac Cumhaill, the Leader of the Fianna Knights. For those of you who don't know, Darnic summoned him in Fate/Apocrypha while participating in the Third Holy Grail War. As he didn't participate in the Third War this time around, thus not being able to steal the Grail before Dumbledore did, and the Great Holy Grail War isn't taking place in Wallachia, he didn't summon Vlad this time around.

Rider: Iskandar, the King of Conquerors!

Caster: Gilgamesh, the Wise Sage-King. I was tempted to have a completely different Servant for Tokiomi given Gilgamesh's extreme antagonism towards other heroes, especially those with the title of King, but I remembered that his Caster version is much more level-headed than his Archer-self, even if he retains much of his gods-given arrogance.

Berserker: Cú Chulainn, the Hound of Ulster. This is his more appropriate, PHH Berserker-self rather than the corrupted Alter Berserker that the Whore Queen created in her bid to conquer America. Whereas FGO gave him the ability to summon the animus of the Gáe Bolg's origin into himself, this Berserk Cu is more in line with his legend, with the Ríastrad (Warp Spasm) being his Berserker NP alongside the Gáe Bolg.

Assassin: Hassan-I Sabbah, the Hassan of a Hundred Faces.

Also! McGonagall's Saber has been revealed: William Wallace, the Stalwart Child of Freedom and greatest national hero of Scotland! William Wallace is a great hero for me given my own Scottish roots, and it just felt right to have him summoned given McGonagall's Scottish heritage and the fact that Hogwarts sits smack dab in the Scottish Highlands. The fame boost he'd receive would be comparable to Vlad Tepes in Wallachia/Transylvania and Vlad had been able to go toe-to-toe with the Hindu Demigod Karna because of the boost, imagine how it'd be for somebody actually summoned as a warrior rather than Vlad who'd been summoned in his kingly stage.

Servant Saber: William Wallace

Origin: Historical Fact/Scotland 1270-1307

Possible Servant Classes: Saber, Rider and Berserker

Normal Parameters

Strength: C – Mana: D

Agility: C – Luck: D

Endurance: A – NP: C

Fame-increased Parameters

Strength: A – Mana: B

Agility: B – Luck: C

Endurance: A – NP: A

Class Skills

Riding: C

Magic Resistance: B

Independent Action: B

Personal Skills

Battle Continuation: B

Charisma: B

Unyielding Will: A

Honor of Suffering: B

Tactics: C

Noble Phantasm(s)

Braidfute: For you my Love, Do I Cry for Freedom (Anti-Unit; C) (Fame Rank-up: B)

Blàr na h-Eaglaise Brice: Undying Will of the Free (Anti-Unit; C) (Fame Rank-up: A)

Blàr na h-Eaglaise Brice is the Gaelic name of the Battle of Falkirk, where William Wallace suffered his first defeat and was severely injured to the point he nearly died, and he was believed to be dead by England and the traitorous Scottish nobles, only to shock all when he returned to the field.

That's enough spoilers for now. Have a good read and thank you for the reviews.

Iskander Mandoraekon signing off.