Standing on top of the building, Archer EMIYA lowered his bow. Eyes squinting at the silver-haired Servant parrying his arrow-filled him with a deep sense of unease. That Servant...that Servant fills me with such unease...
And what was more concerning was that a certain Servant looked very similar to someone he knew very well. Someone who could guzzle down 10 whole cows in one setting...
She looked just like Artoria, minus the pale face
But the worst news was the presence of a certain chaos-aligned Master...
A Master who screwed the hell out of him once she learned he could cook 5-star gourmet food using normal, regular ingredients...
Poor Zhuge, little bastard farmed the hell out of him...
Wincing in solidarity with a fellow overworked stallion, Archer returned to his Master, ready to inform him of what he saw...
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Watching the fight, the chat group was buzzing in awe.
Back in Boulder Town, the crowd, now with an additional 2 members, crowded around one of Natasha's beds. Dan Heng, after being injured by one of the Fragmentum Creatures, was nursing his wound at her clinic, and he was also curious about how the war would unfold.
"Look, look! Look at the beautiful big sister there! She can create such beautiful spears!"
Squealing in delight, March commented on how beautiful Morgan looked as she was aiming her spears at the purple-haired witch – especially when she took out her big, black spear! "Hey, Dan Heng, who'll win if you and she fight against each other?"
Raising an eye, he looked at March as if she were an idiot, before closing them back again. Pouting sadly, she continued watching the stream, trying to cheer herself back up again. What she didn't know was that Dan Heng himself was sweating after watching the fight.
Even I might lose against her...
But what made him afraid the most was seeing how calm Shinji was, as we was busy fighting the Master named Souichiro...
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Sittingin her office, Serafal Leviathan, the sis-con of the four maous, was busy enjoying the interaction between Morgan and thenone called Stelle. Despite looking nothing like the one from her world, Serafall still felt the same arrogance and disdain for the ordinary, just like the one she saw 1500 years ago.
Seeing the sparkles here and there created an urge inside the sis-con. An urge she found she could not quench.
She wanted to join the Holy Grail War
Checking her C-Wallet, she found she...actually had enough points to splurge for a ticket.
Shinji-san, here I come!
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Back deep inside the Amazon rainforest, Calvin Lucien once again looked at the giant tree thag was once depicted as Titania. Seeing the upside down tree, his thoughts grew murky, for he knew he should not focus on the so-called 'Holy Grail War'. If anyone single thing from here escapes, it'd damn the world to a hellhole for all eternity.
Especially those damn SCP-1000's!
But he could not avert his eyes away...
Sure, the blonde knight had the power level of a Captain from any MTF, but it was the two girls, tne ones they called themselves Castoria and Morgan, that drew his attention.
They were direct paradigms to his life after all
Castoriareminded him of his life, his life before he hatched the plot to overthrow the previous Overseers.
Naive...
Thick-headed...
Optimistic...
But Morgan... Morgan, to him, felt like as if she is a female version of himself. Though he knew nothing of her, the way she held herself, the way she handled herself...
Was like an exact 1-to-1 replica of himself
"Sir, we have prepared a team for the expedition into the broken city down under. Please enter the conference hall for final debriefing..."
Sighing, Calvin Lucien finished is cup of coffee, before closing the screen.
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Poking her head out of the large bush, the red-haired little girl crawled out of the undergrowth, finishing the remaining contents of the half-empty can of lemon juice. Giving off a small (but cute) burp, she headed towards where the beautiful sister(s) were going.
Though she did not know why, Baobhan Sith felt really comfortable around the white-haired sister (she did not know the word silver). Stomach grumbling, she trudged on forwards, hoping that they would give her some food and shelter...