Susano-o saw a flying distant object above the sky of Miyama Town making its way to where I could only guess as the Einzberns' castle. He didn't saw where it started, so we couldn't narrow down whether to search for the traditional or foreign district, but that was a problem for a later time.

The red-haired woman sat on the ground where Lancer had died, she drawn her knees close to her chest and hid her face behind them. I burned my dead heart with a flare of an Agi spell in my palm and crushed and scattered it in the wind and I approached her, said:

"Come on, stand up, it's time to go."

"Where?" Her head craned up, her small face was tired and sullen. "To Kayneth?"

"His recovery is why you went to battle isn't it? Come on then, let's go."

"I don't want to see him."

"I'm sure he wouldn't hold this lost against you."

"It's not that," she looked away and lowered her head, "I just don't have the heart to stomach his look."

"What a strange thing to say. You two have a certain kind of bond towards each other deep enough to join a death match together, yet you don't want to see him again?"

"It might sound strange to you, but... I never did care for him. My coming here with him wasn't forced, but I don't enjoy his company."

Whatever the problem was between the two of them was of no interest to me, so she disliked him, yet worked with him, wasn't a very uncommon thing to dislike the people you work with.

Then I said: "Well, where are you going then?"

"Hmm?" she looked at me, a little surprised for some reason. "Why?"

"Just want to get you to safety."

"How kind of you," she said, and she didn't believe any of those words.

"I'm serious. Do you have a safe place you want to be? If not, then I'll take you to the Church."

"You're transporting me by that dragon?"

"Well, first, where's this Lord Magus?"

She sighed out all the air of her lungs as if it was such a tiresome endeavor. She rested her temple on her arms and spoke to me while looking away:

"To the east of here is a deserted area, he's in an abandoned factory somewhere there. We casted a camouflage enchantment around the place, but without my being there to reinforce it, it should be weakening quite rapidly, you should find traces of it in the air."

"Can you be more specific?"

"You want me to hold your hand and walk you there?"

A deep growling like those of beasts from the depth of a cavern rumbled to my side. Susano-o was getting tired of her.

"Let's just go together then."

"I told you that I-"

"I know what you said, I'm ignoring it."

We were on flight together on the neck of Seth; it was quiet safe for the deafening wind. When we were near the area where buildings were abandoned aplenty, she broke the silence by showing us where we should land.

Seth landed on the factory ground, craned down his neck, the woman and I dismounted. The moment we landed, Seth sensed a presence to our left; I called out to the dark building:

"Lord Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald, we've come to help. I heard of your alarming state of bodily well-being and I've decided to come here to lend you my aid. Come out of there, if you please, I wish you no harm."

Came back his voice: "Who are you, what's that thing and what did you do to my fiancé?!" He sounded hysterical. "Don't think that just because-"

I looked at his fiancé, uncaring for the reveal; I maintained eye contact with her and cocked my head towards the sound of threatenings.

She sighed, and coughed, then said: "Kayneth! Don't fret," she sounded uncharacteristically gentle, "he didn't do anything to me and he wishes you no harm. He's here to help. Please, let him help you."

"Sola?" Lord El-Melloi sounded especially cheerful. "A-are you really unhurt? Who is he? Is he Lancer's killer?"

"He," she regarded me, a look that asked for an opinion, I shrugged, she can say whatever, "he's just some magus that happened upon me and chased away Rider whom we were fighting against."

Of all things to say, I didn't expect those. We looked at each other, and she read my wonder clear enough to give an expression of her own which read annoyance and her want to get the whole thing over with. It was all fine by me.

"Lord El-Melloi," I called out, "would you rather reveal yourself to us or must I come to you?"

"What's that creature of yours?" He replied.

"My dragon, manifested through spirit arts," I came up with it on the moment.

"Spirit arts?" He sounded very skeptical. "I never heard of such a thing!"

"It's good that you don't. We'd like it to be a secret. But since I'm here to help, I want to stay honest with you."

Sola made a soft spitting sound. And she might've rolled her eyes as well.

"So must I come over?" I said.

"Yes, yes, please."

I gave Sola my sword and went to that dark building's shadows casted by the moonlight and let Seth's senses guide me toward Lord El-Melloi as my eyes adjusted to the dark. Then I stood a few steps away and in front of him, he was sitting down in a wheelchair, both hands on his lap. His right hand turned over with a revolver in its fist.

"Don't try anything now," he said.

"You don't trust me?"

"Spirit arts," he scoffed, "as if I'd believe in such a thing. Given that I have never seen Caster, that dragon might be one of his forms."

"You have a colorful imagination."

"Don't take me for a child! You did something to my dear Sola didn't you? You despicable-" his throat ran dry, so he swallowed his saliva, "I want you to command your Servant to kill itself or I'll shoot you graveyard dead."

I switched to Susano-o and kept Seth as my secondary.

"You can shoot me as you like, it wouldn't do anything. I advise you to stop being so excited and just let me help you so we can leave this place before any one finds out. I was followed, see?"

"Right, followed," he sneered, "you led them here is what you did."

"Believe what you want. I'll heal you either way."

I began approaching him, Lord Kayneth raised his gun-hand and shouted "Stay back!" and I kept my stride, the revolver let out a fire ball out the muzzle and wing-like flames out the cylinder and the bullet fragmented against my face. I smelled copper and lead and those metal fragments irritated my nose enough to draw a sneeze out of me.

The Lord Magus' gun-hand was quivering, his mouth agape with fear.

"Just lower it," I said, "you'll tire your arm."

I was at his side then, I grabbed his shoulder and let Vishnu's Salvation did its work. The spell began by concentrating into a circle around the Lord Magus' feet and then released an enveloping pillar of multi-color haze, it glowed, making its way up and dimmed and disappeared.

"Try and see if you can stand up."

He pocketed his revolver, both hands on the wheelchair's arms and then shakily pushed himself up and off the wheelchair. His legs were wobbling; he took small careful steps forward and then turned and walked to me.

"But, this is... how?"

"That's a secret," I said, what I meant: no clue it's magic. If I had said what I meant, I reckon I'd be insulting him in a way.

"This is- I... thank you. Thank you and sorry that I doubted you, sorry that I-" he stopped and closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, as if scolding himself very heavily. "Sorry that I shot you, I thought that- well... you see-"

"It's all right. Nothing happened anyway."

"I know but... I shouldn't have."

"Well, now you do. Let's go."

Lord El-Melloi and I went out of the shadow and into the moonlight, where Seth and the woman Sola were. She stood crossing her arms as she looked at us, sword in hand, unimpressed and with a forced smile on her lips. Like a sadistic warrior woman.

"So I see that he did his work."

"Yes! Yes he did!" Kayneth was joyful and didn't notice her expression.

"What's with the gunshot earlier?"

"Ah, well... that's, you see... I was being untrusting. But no harms was done so," he looked to me in an asking manner.

"It's all right," I said.

"So we should leave then," Sola said. "This war is over for the both of us. And nothing worthwhile has come out of it."

A lingering silence set between us, then Sola spoke again as if she had just remembered:

"Oh, that's right. Kayneth, did he heal your magic circuits?"

This topic came on and the Lord Magus shrunk back in shame. He looked away from his fiancé, said: "He- well, I assumed that it would..."

He held his arms out, checking them and concentrating on them. Then he did the same, more or less, for his other body parts where the magic circuits would be aplenty.

"There is... very little activity. It's not like it used to be but..." he looked back at his fiancé with a foolish smile. "It's there," he laughed, it was almost self-mockery, "it's there now. I can feel them."

"Really?" Sola said, it came out as cold and hollow. "That's good," and she believed none of them. "Well, I suppose we can go back home now."

"S- Sola, wait-"

"Hmm? What's there to wait? You showed your worth in this Heaven's Feel. It's time we go back."

"I- I know! But, why do you sound like you're-"

"Like I'm what?" A gentle, sharp edged tone of a voice.

"N-never mind. You're right; it's time we go back. We're not supposed to be here anymore."

He turned to me and pleaded: "Please, can you do for us one more favor? Take us to the Holy Church, where we'll-"

"No," Sola cut in. "Let's not waste any time. We should get a flight out of here as soon as possible. This city's air is choking me."

"Sola, but-"

"But what? Don't tell me you spent all you have with you on those puppet arms and that gun."

"I didn't! But it would be safer if we go to the Church for protection first and make our plans to leave there."

"What for? We have him" - she pointed to me - "to protect us don't we?"

"W-well, if it's not such bother to him, then... but we haven't compensated him for-"

"It's fine," I said. "You don't need to pay me for helping; I'll escort you two out of here free of charge."

"See?" Sola was pleased. "Let us make our preparations then."

They gathered their belongings into two suitcases, I wiped my sword down and dropped it on the factory's ground, Kayneth gave me his revolver. We went to the streets, caught a cab, they loaded their cases into the trunk, told the driver of our destination, got in and a silent journey throughout. Not a word was spoken by anybody. It was fine with me; there was nothing to be said.

We reached our destination, the three of us got out. I went to the trunk to unload two suitcases, I gave one to Kayneth, and he said "Thanks," then turned to get to Sola, then stopped in his step and turned back to me, said: "I just remembered that I never got your name did I?"

"Yuki Makoto," I handed him the other suitcase.

"Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald," he took the suitcase. "I assume that Yuki is your surname?"

"Yeah."

"I'll remember your name."

"Don't bother. I'm not worth remembering."

Author's note: This chapter was near being finished on the second of May, but as I read it again, I got unsatisfied with it and began writing another draft, got unsatisfied with that and then start another one and then another one and on and on until the seventh draft - this one. My main problem is Kayneth and Sola-Ui, they're two characters that I just seems to have a problem connecting with, so my writing suffered as a result. What's interesting about them is their role in Lancer's story in the original Fate/Zero, but when taken out of that role, I just found it hard to care for them. Sorry that this is the case, I just can't help it.

I'm still unsatisfied with my characterization of Kayneth and Sola-Ui though, so if you saw any issues with them, most likely that I do too. But I decided to leave them be because it's July now, postponing it any further would be annoying. I hope you can understand that. With that said though, feel free to point out any mistakes that I've made, it doesn't bother me at all, instead, I'd be thankful if you did.

Thanks for following this silly little story. If you're still around after this, see you next chapter.

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"Nooooo! Makoto, I must take my revenge against God! Don't put me in the Nihil Sword!"

"Get in the sword, Lucifer. You'll become a magnificent sword, the best."