When Hecate touched down on the soil of Olympus, she couldn't help but allow a sneer to creep across her face.
This was the palace of the gods—home to the Olympians and their numerous offspring.
To those without direct ties to the pantheon, she had no place here. Hecate was an outsider, underappreciated and largely ignored.
There was no sanctuary for her or her children at Camp Half-Blood. They were left to fend for themselves or join the countless other "leftover" children.
That was precisely why she had no qualms about bending the rules to her will. If she couldn't find a sanctuary for her children, then the only logical solution was to create one.
That's where Shirou came in, almost by accident. The thought had been simmering in her mind for some time, but he had been the catalyst that made it real.
Logically speaking, he embodied the ideal qualities of a father figure—strong, nurturing, and possessing a power that left the goddess of magic awestruck—though she would never admit that aloud.
Creating Lou had been a natural progression from there.
Things had gone smoothly up until today, and if she managed to continue unnoticed, perhaps she could bring more of her children to him, expanding the household to accommodate them.
But the key challenge now was avoiding detection.
The other gods would soon recognize Shirou's value. They wouldn't let a complete enigma with a power unseen since ancient Greece slip through their fingers.
And that was only one part of the problem.
The Fae were the larger issue.
She knew exactly what they were, having encountered them millennia ago.
As far as she knew, they were still at war, divided into factions.
What confused Hecate was why they had left their realm, crossing into Olympus territory, for a single man. Sure, he possessed tremendous power—perhaps too much—but in the grand scheme of things, it seemed inconsequential.
Risking war for one man was nothing short of foolishness.
She sighed as her thoughts drifted. While she walked the halls of Olympus, other manifestations of herself were scouring for any sign of Shirou. She doubted he was even in this realm if it was truly the Fae who had taken him, but it was better to remain vigilant.
Yet even more troubling was Lou's disappearance. Despite Hecate's efforts to locate her child across all of New York, she had come up empty.
It wasn't like Lou had completely left, as Shirou had. No, she could still feel Lou due to their bond and the various spells Hecate had placed on her. But now, all those spells were broken.
Hecate struggled to suppress a scowl. Everything was unraveling far too quickly.
The goddess had spent years planning for Lou. She had conducted secret experiments without her knowledge, harboring many ideas that could shake the very foundation of the world.
And now, all of that work could be undone if Lou was no longer alive.
I need to prioritize one... Lou or Shirou. They are both crucial to my research...*
She pushed the thought aside for now. There would be time to think about it later, once she convinced the King of Olympus that she was working in their best interest.
As they walked through the corridors, she noticed several men staring at her as she passed. Right, she was in her natural form—the personification of dark beauty. Not that she cared.
It wasn't often that she graced Olympus with her presence. She avoided associating with the other gods, only attending when absolutely necessary, such as during meetings about domains or celebrations of an important god's birth.
"Do not look so tense now," Artemis remarked from her side.
Hecate barely spared her a glance.
"Why should I be worried? I have done nothing wrong."
"That remains to be seen," Artemis replied.
Hecate rolled her eyes. Artemis, like Athena, was a true daddy's girl. She knew they only did it because it allowed them to get away with more than most. It was better to stay on good terms with Zeus than to risk his wrath.
"Are we really going to mention the Fae to Father?" Apollo asked, a hint of worry in his voice. Understandable, given Zeus' temper.
He also wasn't fond of any other pantheon encroaching on his territory.
"We must," Athena stated firmly. "We cannot explain the situation without addressing it."
"But that would mean…" Apollo trailed off.
"Yes, war may be a possibility," Athena finished, sounding utterly unfazed. War was her domain, after all.
Apollo sighed.
"But that would likely involve our children. You should care."
"If that is the case, then it is your responsibility to train them properly. Though, given how similar they are to you, I imagine that would be quite a task," Artemis said, amused.
"Hmph. You realize your hunters will also be involved, right?" Apollo retorted.
"Of course. My hunters have been preparing for centuries. It is our purpose. What do your children do, exactly? Sing? Dance? Maybe a few are proficient with a bow, but does that translate to battle?"
"Hey—"
"Enough," Athena interrupted, her voice cutting through their bickering. "We will not present ourselves to the council like squabbling children. Apollo, if war does come, it is as much your duty as mine to train our children. Perhaps if you spent more time refining them than multiplying them, you might produce more worthy results."
"You talk big, Athena," Hecate remarked dryly.
"Of course. From the moment my children are born, I plan their entire lives. They are instilled with a sense of the battlefield, so when the time comes, they will be ready."
Hecate resisted the urge to roll her eyes again. She couldn't stand Athena—from her holier-than-thou attitude to her controlling nature. She was one of the reasons Hecate despised the upper gods.
"Talk about controlling," Apollo muttered under his breath. Everyone heard him, but he pretended to be looking elsewhere.
They arrived at the grand gates—the barrier between them and the council of Olympians. Two young women stood guard.
Hebe and Ilithyia, daughters of Hera, appeared as teenagers, with long brown hair and white togas that accentuated their youthful appearances.
When they spotted the group, they smiled.
"I see you've returned safely," Ilithyia said.
"That's good to hear," Hebe added. She caught sight of Hecate and rushed over, giving her a small hug that Hecate did not reciprocate. "It's been so long, Hecate! Almost two centuries since we last spoke, right? You're always the first to leave after meetings…"
"I am always busy," Hecate replied curtly.
"Well, it's still good to see you. Too bad it couldn't be under better circumstances," Ilithyia said.
"The first thing you do is greet her before me?" Apollo feigned hurt.
"We just saw you earlier, brother."
"Still…"
"Has the council been notified?" Athena interjected, ever the mood-killer.
Hebe nodded. "Father, Mother, Poseidon, Aphrodite, and Ares are there. The others are occupied."
"Very well. Let us proceed."
The daughters of Hera nodded and pushed the heavy gates open.
Hecate marveled at their strength; the gates were massive, designed to be opened by the gods in their full divine forms, where their power was concentrated.
"Good luck," Ilithyia whispered before closing the doors behind them.
"I recall instructing you to summon me when the human was found," Zeus's voice boomed from his throne. "I see no human."
His gaze settled on Hecate. "So, it was you…"
Athena, Apollo, and Artemis had taken their places on their respective thrones.
Athena spoke first. "All will be revealed, Father. We've uncovered Hecate's involvement with the one who has been eliminating monsters in the city. His name is Shirou Emiya. Or Shirou, as the Japanese would say. His identification states he was born and raised in Japan, moving here for better opportunities. But it's likely false, and I suspect his identification was forged by Hecate."
Merciless as ever.
Hecate smirked grimly. Athena had clearly investigated Shirou thoroughly, seeing through most of Hecate's attempts to obscure his origins.
"Is this true, Hecate?" Zeus asked, his voice calm.
That made speaking to him all the easier.
"It is," she admitted.
"Then explain why you kept it a secret," Hera demanded, her expression severe.
"My reasoning is my own, Queen Hera. I am the goddess of mystery and magic. Enigmas draw me in, and that is what he is. I simply capitalized on that."
"Heh, sounds like you just wanted to keep him for yourself," Ares laughed.
"I did," Hecate replied bluntly. "I see no reason to inform you of matters within my domain."
"And where is he now?" Zeus brought the conversation back to the main point, impatience in his tone.
"We went to Shirou Emiya's residence to collect him, but it seems he was ambushed," Hecate explained.
"Ambushed? By whom?"
"We suspect the Fae," Athena answered, her expression grave.
The room fell silent. The gods—except for the twins and Athena—recoiled in shock. Out of all the possibilities, they hadn't expected another pantheon to be involved.
"What?!" Zeus roared, lightning crackling around himaround his body. "Those fools? They dare enter our domain and take what isn't theirs?"
"Perhaps he's one of the Fae in disguise," Aphrodite suggested, her voice cutting through the rising tension. The room fell quiet as everyone turned to her, surprised by her interjection. Normally, she wasn't the one to provide rational input in discussions like these.
"Is that true?" Hera's gaze shifted back to Hecate.
"He is not," Hecate replied vaguely, keeping her tone measured.
"Then what is he, if not one of them?" Hera pressed, her eyes narrowing.
"I can confirm that he is human. As for why they would want him, I do not know." Hecate's answer was intentionally evasive, though not untruthful.
Hera turned her sharp gaze to Apollo, the god of truth. Apollo met her eyes briefly before speaking.
"She's telling the truth," he confirmed.
"So, they've taken someone who doesn't even belong to them, in a territory that isn't theirs?" Zeus seethed, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. "I should march into their realm and crush their queen myself!"
"Then that would mean war, right?" Ares grinned, excitement flashing in his eyes at the prospect. He looked eager, leaning forward slightly, as if already imagining the chaos and bloodshed.
Everyone ignored him.
"Calm yourself, husband," Hera said, placing a steadying hand on Zeus' arm. "You must think this through. We cannot rush into war over a single incident. We need more information first."
Zeus exhaled sharply, forcing himself to cool down. The crackling of electricity faded from the air around him, though his frustration remained palpable.
"Then what would you have me do?" Zeus asked, his voice still laced with irritation.
"Perhaps not lead with your fists, as usual," Poseidon remarked casually, leaning back in his seat with a knowing smirk.
"You—" Zeus began, but Hera raised a hand to silence him once more.
"We need to parlay with them first," Hera said firmly. "One of us should go to their realm and speak with them. They may be impulsive, but they aren't complete fools. If they've come into our domain and taken someone, there must be a reason."
"I believe you are right," Athena agreed. "Shirou Emiya is far more significant than we initially thought. It's possible he possesses something valuable to them—something that would justify such a bold move."
"A weapon, perhaps," Ares said, his grin widening. Though he often spoke in terms of violence, this time his suggestion carried weight.
Athena nodded reluctantly, acknowledging his point. "Yes, it's possible he possesses or is connected to a weapon of immense power, something the Fae couldn't afford to let slip through their grasp."
Zeus, his anger still simmering beneath the surface, stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Your theory has merit," he conceded. "We will do it your way. For now."
"Hermes!" Zeus called out.
In an instant, a gust of wind swept through the chamber, and Hermes appeared, dressed in a casual mailman uniform and holding a bag slung over his shoulder.
"You rang?" Hermes quipped with his usual grin. He glanced around, then noticed Hecate standing among them. "Oh, hey Hecate. I was just about to stop by and deliver the orb of—"
"It's good to see you too, Hermes," Hecate cut him off, giving him a look that clearly said, *Don't continue that sentence*.
Hermes blinked, catching her silent warning. "Uhh, right. So, you needed me, Father?"
"Your deliveries are on hold for now. We have a more pressing task for you," Zeus said, his tone commanding.
With a nod, Hermes straightened his posture. His casual form shifted, and in moments, he transformed into his more godly state, adorned with winged sandals and his caduceus—the staff with two entwined serpents.
The snakes on his staff began to murmur, their hissing voices faint but constant, until Hermes threatened to turn them into a phone again.
Zeus refocused on Hecate, his expression stern. "You will tell us everything you know about this man, Shirou Emiya. Leave nothing out."
Hecate sighed internally, knowing this was going to be a long, grueling process.
In the Depths of the Underworld*
Hades had been feeling a peculiar annoyance for quite some time.
It had begun several years ago, a festering irritation that gnawed at the edges of his awareness.
The trouble started six years ago when a small, seemingly insignificant part of his divine essence had been severed from him entirely.
He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment or cause of it, but the details were elusive even to him. All he knew was that this fragment of himself had been separated from the core of his divine power for a time.
When it finally returned to him, it wasn't the same.
It had been poisoned—corrupted by light. In essence, that part of him had died.
This event had put him on high alert.
Hades was neither as arrogant as Zeus nor as flamboyant as Poseidon, but he had no doubts aboain, where he was at his most powerful.
Yet, this tiny part of him had been destroyed.
Once he understood what had happened, Hades threw himself into investigating the anomaly. He scoured the lands, reaching out to old contacts, and calling in countless favors to gather information.
Almost unanimously, the responses pointed to one conclusion.
A holy sword.
And not just any sword—an incredibly powerful one, the likes of which most of them had never encountered.
When he first heard these reports, Hades had been, understandably, shocked. After all, very few weapons could harm him, let alone destroy a part of him.
Curious, he had asked what sword they believed could have accomplished such a feat.
The answer was the same, no matter who he asked.
Excalibur—the sword of the most famous king of England, the legendary Arthur Pendragon.
"The Fae," Hades muttered darkly in the shadowed silence of his throne room. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. "It all makes sense now."
The fragment of his power that had been destroyed must have been in their realm. The Fae existed in a dimension separate from this plane, which explained why his essence had been unreachable for so long.
He wasn't sure what that part of him had been attempting to do at the time, but the specifics no longer mattered.
He had been made a fool of—killed and discarded like nothing more than refuse. And that was something Hades would not stand for.
The sound of clanking bones echoed through the throne room, alerting him to the presence of his guards. They were undead soldiers, dressed in the uniforms of a modern army. Useless in a real fight, but excellent for decoration and atmosphere.
One of the guards stepped forward and bowed. "My lord, one of your Furies requests an audience."
That piqued Hades' curiosity. What could one of his torturers possibly have to say?
"Send them in," he commanded.
The guard bowed again and exited, allowing the Fury to enter.
She approached, her form monstrous—pink-skinned, sharp-clawed, with leathery bat wings extending from her back. Her face, as always, was twisted in permanent anguish, reflecting her role as one of his most skilled torturers.
This particular Fury, Hades noted, had been stationed away for some time, working independently of the others like Alecto.
"What brings you here?" Hades asked coolly.
"Lord Hades, I have heard whispers that you have been inquiring about the circumstances of your lost fragment of power…" she began.
"Oh?" Hades arched an eyebrow. "So, you've been snooping around where you don't belong? Perhaps it's time to find a replacement for you." His voice turned sharp, a warning laced in his words as he prepared to dole out punishment.
But the Fury quickly continued, "That's the thing, my lord! I was there when your other self was destroyed!"
Hades stilled, his interest now fully captured. He sat up straighter on his throne.
"Tell me everything," he ordered.
"Yes! The details are a little hazy, but when I awoke, I found myself in a strange environment. It resembled Earth, but it felt… wrong. Different. My very existence felt like it was being torn apart, and I had the overwhelming urge to flee. But before I could escape, I was bound—by a human!"
Hades' eyes narrowed. "A human? You expect me to believe that a mere mortal could bind you?"
"I swear it's the truth! I could smell it instantly—he was human. He had some kind of symbol on his arm. When he flashed it at me, I couldn't move. I couldn't even attack him!" the Fury snarled, recalling the memory with frustration.
"Interesting…" Hades mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Describe the surroundings in more detail."
"I can't say for certain, but I believe it was what humans call a museum. The human was setting up strange symbols and seemed to be constructing a workshop of some kind. There's more—another detail."
"What is it?" Hades pressed.
"I wasn't the only one bound. A lesser hellhound had been captured as well. Everything after that is a blur, but I remember one thing clearly."
"And what is that?"
"Red hair," the Fury growled, balling her fists in anger. "I can't remember his features, but I remember his hair. He's the one who killed me. I'm certain of it."
Hades' mind raced. *The Fae. They must be recruiting humans and giving them powerful abilities…*
That had to be the explanation. They were bolstering their ranks with humans, arming them with dangerous magic.
"Very well. You are dismissed," Hades said. The Fury bowed and left the room swiftly.
The god of the Underworld let out a sigh. Winter was approaching, and with it, Persephone's return. What had once been an anticipated time for him had become more of a chore.
He would need to prepare for that. But first, this situation had to be dealt with.
"Will you inform Olympus?" A voice, low and dark, spoke from the shadows.
From the dim light stepped Thanatos, the god of death. His dark skin, long black hair, and golden eyes contrasted with the medieval tunic he wore. His arms were bound in chains, giving him the appearance of a captive, though his calm demeanor suggested otherwise.
"I will not," Hades replied firmly. "What happens in the Underworld stays in the Underworld. Involving my siblings will only invite weakness upon me."
"Then what is our next move?" Thanatos asked, his voice curious.
Hades gave him a cold smile. "Isn't it obvious, my general? We investigate the matter ourselves."
And so, in the dark palace of the Underworld, devious plans began to take shape.
Unknown Location*
Shirou awoke groggily, his head pounding as he blinked against the oppressive darkness surrounding him.
Instinctively, he tried to lift his hand to rub his eyes, but something held him back. Confused, he pulled harder, but nothing gave.
That's when his mind snapped into focus.
His wrists were bound by golden chains, glinting faintly in the dim light.
"Trace On."
Nothing. His usual mantra failed to trigger any response.
Shirou's eyes widened in realization. *Magic-restraining cuffs…* He couldn't even sense his circuits, let alone access his magic.
Why am I bound?*
His mind raced as he tried to recall the events that had led him here. It had been an ordinary morning—he had dropped off his daughter, gone to work, performed his hero duties, and then…
"Agravain," Shirou muttered through clenched teeth, his fists tightening as the memories resurfaced.
He had been ambushed in his workplace's parking lot and captured.
But why? He still had no idea.
His concern wasn't for himself—it was for his daughter. She was left alone. No one would be there to pick her up. What if something happened to her?
His thoughts spiraled toward the dangers that lurked in the world. Hecate had warned him that as Lou's magical abilities grew, it would become harder to conceal her from the supernatural forces at play.
The more they suppressed her powers, the more fate would push back against them. Hecate had stressed this many times, urging him to prepare Lou for what was to come.
But Shirou had disagreed. He wanted to give his daughter a normal life for as long as possible.
He grimaced, remembering their last disagreement—no, argument—on the matter. He had been stubborn, clinging to the idea of protecting Lou from the harsh realities of their world.
I'm getting old* he thought wryly. He had a child, a career, and a life far removed from the chaos of his past.
Still, his thoughts drifted to Rin. What had happened to her? Had time passed for her as well? Had she found someone else? Was she safe?
A dark thought crept into his mind. *This could be the end for me.*
He knew almost nothing about his captors or where he was being held. Agravain had mentioned that he was a Fae—or at least, this world's version of one.
Shirou had little knowledge of Arthurian legend before the Holy Grail War, but after Saber's return to the Grail, he had made it a point to learn more.
Agravain* he thought bitterly, recalling the man who knew no wounds—the one who had ignited the scandal that sent Lancelot into a rage and ultimately led to the fall of Camelot.
Yet here, in this world, Agravain was very much alive.
Not just alive—more than that. He had ripped out his own heart and thrown it to Shirou, showing no signs of pain or weakness. Even Gilgamesh wouldn't do something so reckless.
How could Shirou kill a man who could survive having his heart ripped out?
He had only one idea—one last trick he could try if they ever faced each other again.
But the odds of another duel seemed slim.
Footsteps echoed in the silence, slow and deliberate, approaching his cell with an unsettling calm.
Shirou barely lifted his head, but he caught sight of a figure—a man with windswept brown hair that obscured one eye. His visible eye was blue, and he wore a full set of armor, the helmet held casually under his arm.
The man stepped closer, peering through the bars with a slight smirk.
"Well, well," he said, his voice light but condescending. "You're quite the sight. Though, you don't look like much to me."
"…"
The man continued, undeterred by Shirou's silence.
"I mean, sure, you've got unique hair and maybe some cool eyes, but I've seen better. Gawain, for example—now he haspresence. Galahad's not far behind either. But you? You're supposed to carry the spirit of our King? You don't carry yourself like it."
Shirou's interest piqued at that, and he raised his head slightly.
"Oh? So you *do* know something," the man said, his smirk widening. "Good. That makes things easier."
With a snap of his fingers, the bars of Shirou's cell vanished, and the man stepped inside, closing the distance between them until he stood directly over Shirou.
"Let's have a little chat, shall we?"
Bucio says:It sounds slightly interesting, and since you mention similar ideas to Lost Hero of Chaldea, I wonder which Goddesses this version of Shirou will meet, hmm, one of them, Lydia, is it Rhea by any chance? (because of the Lions); and if the other was Hecate, given that Shirou's daughter who wakes him up is Lou (daughter of Hecate in PJ, whose friend is Anna - Annabeth?), I suppose that the interest of the Goddess of Magic would change to be something more , from seeing him as an interesting oddity to having feelings for him (but I hope this isn't with Lou being Hecate's experiment of what could come of a union between her and the mysterious human); In addition, unlike Lost Hero, it does not seem that here the Goddesses are going to have a significant role in the lives of their children.
Wondering also, if later Claire would still remember who she saved her, in addition to still having the dagger that he gave her; how she would react to knowing that Lou is Shirou's daughter; and also being curious, about the other part of the end of the chapter, in a kingdom, where they finally have news of their "King" and the Queen's reaction when she finds out (which curiously makes me remember another X-Over where Shirou is reborn in PJ's world, and Artoria too, he as a demigod and apparently she as a Dragon, who was looking for him and her reaction to finally having news about him)
I want to see Shirou's reaction, when in the talk with Hecate, he understands that he somehow ended up in another world, and if it were used here that the era of the Gods ended in Fate; Hecate's reaction upon knowing that there is a world where the Gods are no longer present and Shirou's upon realizing that there is a world where the Gods are still active in the modern world; and if the levels of magic in the environment could be a difference in his projections (although that does not seem to be the case here), then the levels of magic in the world of Fate (where there are no longer Gods) are not the same as those in the PC's world (with the Gods still active)
Good luck and keep it up
Thanks for all your compliments and I don't really want to spoil anything but Shirou's reaction will be coming along with what else has happened in the years leading up.
fangs of death chapter 2 . Jul 17
Good job, and a really unexpected goddess to be his first meeting in Hecate.
Thanks.
Darth Kyuubi kurama chapter 2 . Jul 21
Great story so far, do be careful about the harem they seem to ruin a great many of story's other great story so far
Very true, harem's are the downfall in fics. But not this one.
Darth Kyuubi kurama chapter 3 . Jul 21
Awesome chapter, it's not often you get to see original content like this in fanfiction, I'm very excited to see where this goes.
True
Sorry man. Ive never seen Shirou so pathetic before. Not even Fate Route Shirou is this bad. It seems that Just like Spiderman, Authour always has Hate boner for True Heroes that bore the cruelty of the world while becoming a simp of the the bad guys, every single time.
Shirou is going to be saved right after this. With all his arsenal, he should have won that, but just like all the other Shirou Authour before him, he will lose and be saved by someone else
Only Authour Parcasious is able to make an Awesome character out of Shirou.
Pathetic is crazy. He almost killed basically an immortal god.
I don't want to bash Parcasious but his fics are not a good representation of Shirou at all. In almost every route Shirou is extremely weak and very situational. In Hf he can't trace even one thing without almost dying. In Ubw he needs Rin's mana. In Fate route he has Saber to help. Shirou certainly could NOT trace Hrunting by himself in any route with no repercussions so I'm generous.
Lucas chapter 3 . Jul 21
Okay, while I was greatly enjoying this, this chapter is probably where I stop. Many authors attempt to add and bloat the cast by adding a completely different original pantheon and they always manage to fumble everything. I expected a story like A Father's Love which this does not appear to be heading in that way and instead seemed to add a bunch if ocs and expies. Ocs would have been fine if they were at least greek or roman. I will probably drop this story. I might return after a year or two because I do enjoy your other works and maybe this will grow on me.
I mean… if you've read my stories before you would know I hate following canon because if you want canon then just read PJ. What I meant when I said it's like a Father's love is that Shirou and his family will have the same nice relationship. But I'm also doing plot and I personally think it's fun to write other pantheon's so I'll see ya.
ultima-owner chapter 3 . Jul 21
the Fae kidnapping him? that is an issue but I think he will get out of their clutches for sure.
Maybe.
WyndWraith chapter 3 . Jul 21
I like the story so far. With Shirou having a child with Hecate and the child not being a character from the books.
Shirou's strength is to be determined as I have no idea how much he's kept up with magic or if the fae of pjo are very strong or tricky.
Is Shirou struggling because he dosen't want to be noticed?
Author, how would you describe the strength or skills your Shirou has in this story at the moment?
Lou actually is a character in the books but a more obscure one which is why I picked her.
Also Shirou has more to him and a ton more weapons but remember he wasn't prepared. That is a big part of his kit. He needs a lot of prep time and planning and he was ambushed so that is why he wasn't doing so well.
To answer your second question, Shirou is very strong and skilled but like I said he relies a lot on his magical abilities and his creativeness. I like to stick to those roots as the series does. So physically he is a bit above superhuman and has some good senses. That's not really a fanon thing either. I mean we see him dodging hits from both Lancer and Rider in ubw, he even completely parried a fast strike from her even though she was holding back. So he is relative to that and with reinforcement a bit better.
Guest: Well I knew something to do with Britain was coming but I certainly didn't expect that. I'm interested in how the fae react to Shirou and his powers and how he reacts to potentially more people connected to Arthurian legend. Also excited to see how the Olympians react to the fae encroaching on their territory and how they might try to get Shirou back.
Hope they don't forget about Lou though, she'll be wondering where her dad is.
Yeah, it's going to be interesting.
Jebest4781 chapter 3 . Jul 21
Pretty nice with how this was done here. Can't wait for more and good luck with the upcoming progress of things.
Thanks for stopping by,
Jose19 chapter 1 . Jul 21
Amateur mistake who is ignorant of Nasu Lore. No matter which route, Shirou no longer has Avalon's abilities available and stops working on him.
In this case, Avalon would run out of Saber's magical energy and it would no longer work on Shirou and Shirou would no longer be able to use Avalon in any possible way.
I never said that Avalon was working. It is still inside of him however, and it still very well is a construct and gives out a signal however faint.
ShinSui23 chapter 3 . Jul 21
Hmm, didn't expect for the other pantheon to come early on. While I don't mind this kind of development, I agree with the other reviews, I'm afraid that the fic would lose focus from the originally advertised concept of the story, but this is still only 3 chapters in, so I'll guess we'll see where the story goes. I'll be looking forward to future chapters.
I probably could have worded it better but the fic is more like Lost Hero of Chaledea while having the warm and family elements of A Father's love. Kind of like Fairytail for example. It blends both in. But yeah this is an action story.
pietrodeglie chapter 3 . Jul 21
Poor Lou! Here's hoping that daddy comes back soon!
The Fae start being problematic. Of course.
Can't wait for the next chapter.
Here it is.
slibe1069 chapter 3 . Jul 22
Really good chapter but can you make your update schedule public
Honestly, my upload schedule is whenever I feel motivated, aka whatever reviews I get. If it's positive I upload like crazy and when it's negative it's slower which is why August had nothing. Although I already have like four other chapters done for this.
Captainrex22345 chapter 2 . Jul 22
Alright calling it now going off of chapter 2 the women we saw was not Saber and that due to the sheath the fae believed Arthur has returned.
So either Shirou awakens Atoria who may or may not be a women and becomes the consort to the Fae King (Queen) or he becomes the king/ally of the fae.
I got nothing to say…
Pedro Alonso Buby Huayanay Zam chapter 2 . Jul 22
ohh I liked what they said also that Aphrodite is true I say in mythology there are some who were not demigods and who were famous along with other regions where uh yes I have to say it is a good touch a great human mortal hero
Huh.
fangs of death chapter 3 . Jul 22
great chapter
Thanks.
Guest chapter 3 . Jul 22
You started kinda strong but this whole fae thing kinda ruined it. Also your grammar leaves a lot to be desired with a bunch of sentences making no sense.
I mean it's just gotten started… You don't even know where I'm going with this. But I agree that my grammer isn't the best which is why uploads are so slow.
ImNotAWeeb64101 chapter 3 . Jul 22
Absolutely loved this chapter! The scenes with the three gods and their banter in his house was a nice touch especially from Apollo. Didn't expect the fairy knights in this fic but am glad they are here. Can't wait for future updates!
Thanks.
Insulted fan chapter 3 . Jul 22
So. How can I say this, I understand everything...But this chapter just doesn't work.
At first, Shiro's daughter somehow got about a hundred Magic Chains, okay, there is such a thing as incredible luck, I admit it. In the end, Shiro has enough luck to do so.
Then for some reason Shiro needs a special sword to kill ONE monster. I can understand that too, maybe he's just overzealous in his work.
And then there comes a moment in which both Apollo and Artemis suddenly notice the shot... Although it doesn't work that way. Shiro is an ordinary mortal, even if he and the magician Gods don't care about him and they spontaneously cannot see him, nor can they "feel" his actions. Gods don't always see demigods, and mortals for them are generally faceless mannequins.
Then they somehow teleported inside Shiro's house, because of course, living in a dangerous world where his daughter is one of the targets of local monsters for six years, Shiro didn't even bother to add a basic anti-teleportation property to his barrier.
Then we see Hrunting...Somehow targeting Shiro, assuming Hrunting doesn't target hearts, he just hits the target. All. That is, this is literally an artificial reason for Shiro's defeat number... I don't even know what.
And of course, the icing on the cake... Kanshou literally pierced the fairy right through, but this fairy didn't care, the supernaturally sharp sword was also stuck. Of course, Noble Phantasms don't have such a small function as suppressing fucking regeneration, they can't directly attack the soul, they can't have supernatural sharpness, and Shirou is weak as a bug with them despite his ability to copy characteristics.
History, damn you, doesn't work when you try to present Shiro as a threat to Olympus (that is, the pantheon of gods) and at the same time he is dumped in the alley by a no-name who doesn't even bother to dodge the blows of the sword of a man who literally a few seconds before created a sword that is not enough In addition to the fact that the magic armor cut through it, it was also clearly magical.
By chance, you did not participate in the development of Acolyte. This is about the same level of crap.
Magic chains? What? You mean circuits? There are fate characters who are born with more or have more by other means like Luvia for example.
And Rin if we count her normal amount and the thirty other she has roughly the same amount. But remember, Lou's mother is the goddess of magic so I don't think it's that ridiculous.
The house is Hecate's house btw so she has more control over it then Shirou does. Also, Shirou doesn't have any knowledge of bounded fields that can stop teleporting and even if he did it wouldn't stop a god or goddess. ut his own power. Few beings could match even a fraction of his strength, especially within his dom