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The woods creaked as I opened the door to my hideout. A shabby department with regular interior aside from security measures placed by me to ward off unwanted Magus
I'm going to a war. A war fought using overpowered magic and strategic planning. To that end, I should prepare accordingly. Summoning a Servant first is a priority since I could be attacked by other Masters scouting me out. The chance is slim, but it's still there
In a standard situation, there would be seven classes: Lancer, Rider, Saber, Archer, Assassin, Caster, and Berserker. Each boasting their own respective strength and weakness that can be optimize depends on how they fight in the war
For me the obvious choice for a Servant would be Saber. They boast high magic resistance and decent, all-rounded statistics that can easily counter most classes. In all of the previous wars, the Saber class always remained in the top 3 at the end, which spoke highly of their reliability in battle
Lancer and Berserker are next. They have high offensive potential and can obliterate everything in their path at close range. Either of them would make for a fine vanguard for the Master they serve. However, with that advantage also comes a lack of sanity and terrible...luck
I shivered at the word before pushing it into the back of my mind
Assassin. They have high agility and evasive maneuver. They are not a bad class, per say, just hard to utilize in a frontal war. I can work with them if we plan it out perhaps...
Archer, a good class for ranged battles. The same can be said with Rider as both of them possess high-powered Noble Phantasm that can only be deployed once before they turn into the main target of everyone else. There are exceptions of course, but I'm not willing to take the risk
Caster, now that's what you call a Joker's card. The limit for one's magic to grow is endless as well as it is diverse. We could either work well with each other or we will oppose each other at every encounter, which will lead to disharmony in battle. Something I am trying to avoid
But none of that matters
After all, without a catalyst I can't even choose the Hero I want to summon. The only thing I could do was leave it to my luck.
"Luck, huh?" I wondered
So in essence, the summoning ritual is just like a Gacha pull
That's a good thing, right?
Sighing, I took out the case of materials I've gathered beforehand and knelt beside the floor. My hand sweeping away the rug and clattered objects on the ground in order to draw a summoning circle
Let's hope that whoever I summon, she or he will at least be a nice person
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The midnight moon shone through the window, illuminating the figure of (Y/n) standing over the completed circle with a watch in his hand
"Let it be Saber. Let it be Saber. Let it be Saber" That chant had already went around in my head for some time now. More of a result of me trying my hand at praying rather than any interest in that class.
However, I'm not denying that I also kind of want one
I dropped my blood into the center of the summoning circle. Red patterns began glowing within every glyphs inside, their power resonating in my palm as I bit my teeth down hard. Right from the start and I already felt something is wrong
Did I somehow botch the ritual? There's no way the act of summoning a Heroic Spirit can be that taxing. Especially when the Grail already provided most of that needed Mana for us
Yet my reserve is steadily draining away like water in a sink in accordance to the increasing brightness of the circle. It's as if...my eyes widened...the Grail needs additional energy to summon a Servant?
Naturally, if I cut it here somebody would still get called from the Throne of heroes. But with the more mana and effort I poured in, it would only makes sense that I would get a stronger Servant, right?
Smiling, I calmly placed my left hand on my right and restrict the mana flow into it. With this I can regenerate faster as well as reducing the mana rate being taken away, thus ultimately increase my mana capacity as time goes on
And so, for the next few minutes I simply wait. The circle glowed more intensely as my hand shook from exhaustion, but I preserved.
My face had gone considerably pale after emptying the last bit of my mana into the ritual formation. Deciding that enough is enough, I chanted the aria to finish this in time
"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.
The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate."
Up above, the midnight moon shone upon the boy's back, unknowingly aiding the power of the ritual
"Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
―I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword"
I closed my eyes and poured the remaining of my Mana into the last line. In my mind, I envisioned the Servant I'm going to summon. Not as a tool, not as an acquaintance, but as a companion who will fight this war with me
"In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ――!"
Do you heed my call, legends of old?
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Across the illusive boundary between two Sides of the World, there was a garden
Filled with blooming flowers of the most vibrant color, a gentle blue sky and water as clear as mirrors themselves, any on looker would have simply mistake this for a "paradise". And perhaps that's what it is. Perhaps this place that was unaccessible is the ideal after world that people always dreamed of
For this is the Garden of Avalon, and she, the Magus of Flowers, is trapped inside it. Trapped, a ridiculous notion, for isn't this paradise supposed to be the distant utopia sought after by men of mortality?
Yet, that's what she felt like. Having transcended death itself and accepting her role as the Grand Caster of the planet, she could only resign herself to this fate. Miserable, but ultimately deserving of a creature who could not understand that she's done until it's too late
Centuries, millennia, tens of thousands of year might as well pass, but time is irrelevant in this place
And just as another day would, she sat atop the Tower of Avalon and watch over the human world. Only this time, something happened. A crack in fate, numerous possibilities opening way up for a path thought impossible
Such is the unpredictable nature of the event that even her Clairvoyance couldn't predict it
"Hm?"
Her eyes widened as the ripples spread across the walls of Avalon
"Is that...a summoning link?"
Someone is calling for her on the other side of the world. But that's simply unthought of. The only one with enough authority and power to summon a Grand Servant would be Gaia itself
The woman tried to touch the link in curiosity, but found that she can't. It was only expected, she mused, that the link can only be touched by those upon the Thrones, and she is not one of them since she is still very much alive
But still, she felt like she need to accept it. That something is driving her to reach out once again and answer the summoner's call, a chance in infinity to be saved
Smiling, the white-haired beauty raised her hand toward that faint glimmer of hope
"I, Merlin of the White Magic, accept your summon"
Magic pulsed from her finger, temporarily breaking the shadowed barriers of Avalon as she grasped into the thin string, her one and only chance of getting out of here.
Time and space shifted, the wall closed in, but Merlin is already gone. She was gone, leaving the barrier crumbling in her wake
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"Monster!"
"Witch!"
"Kill the demon fox!"
Helplessness filled her body
Eighty thousand men. Armed with full battle armor and hatred in their eyes as they rushed at her from above the moonless plain. Their arrows soared like eagles in the air, raining down on her like the divine storm of punishment for her sins
She'd tried. She'd really tried.
Growing up a God watching over human, she observed their everyday activities and became fascinated with it.
Through her lens, human are as beautiful as they are interesting. Preserving, mortal, yet
It is only at this moment, lying on the bloodied field, that the fox knew she had been wrong from the start. All this time, she let her perspective distracted her from the truth
She'd thought they love her, and she in turn love them. Yet how is it that a Divine entity like her could understand the complexity in the heart of men?
For as much as the people would open rites for her, priests would worship her, maidens would bring her offerings, she is in nature an entity beyond their comprehension. A being of power that can't understand mortal fear
This is wrong. She is wrong
This is only a dream of a time long past. Now she is part of the Throne of Heroes. A piece of data stored in the archive of the World. The memory still haunted her to this day, however
Will she one day find acceptance in human, or even love? Would a human even love her?
The fox closed her eyes. Such is her wishful thinking that got her in the end. No use dwelling on it
But just as if Fate had willed it, a single call echoes across worlds. A beckoning that reverberated inside her being.
Looking at the floating ripple in the darkness of the void, she could sense the connection to another plane of the World. If she just reach out her hand...
"Don't do that" She said hoarsely, acowling "Don't give me hope"
And yet it persists. That tiny ray of opportunity only gets stronger the more she ignore it
Tamamo had not given up hope. Just as they'd called, she would answer
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There was silence as the magic circle's lighting dimmed
...0Before it exploded
The shockwave slammed into my body and nearly knocked back had I not dug my foot into the ground. In return, I cast an unremarkable barrier in front of me, blocking out the shrapnel of wood and metal flying toward me and waiting for the wind to die down
At least my hideout is reinforced and soundproofed
The air quieted down. Amidst the falling furnitures of my apartment I gazed down at the ground where the circle had just been moments before
Oh shit
Did the summoning somehow go wrong?
A crashing noise drew my attention from outside the apartment. Rushing out to the hallway, I gazed up the hole in the ceiling up above, before gazing down at the woman falling down the stairs
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow" with every syllable, she repeatedly crashed headfirst down the stairs and slid to a halt next to me.
Dust matted her hair from the fall. Her cloak was turned open, revealing a busty figure underneath. The woman's hood were pulled up, but that doesn't hide the absolutely beautiful face hidden behind it
"Hello" A casual hand raised up to greet me "Are you by chance the one who summoned me?"
Wait...don't tell me...this thirsty-looking lass here is my Servant?
"Yes I am. Are you Saber?" I offered her a hand, to which she accepted and I pulled her up
"No. I'm Caster, though I could fulfill that role in a short time..." Just as our hand connected, I felt the seals hummed in confirmation, officially establishing the link between us
At that moment, I noticed something odd
My Command Seals. Instead of the three wings that stretched to the left there are now six of them that spanned to both aide of my palm. Why are their numbers doubled now now?
Another crash could be heard, coming from a second hole in the ceiling
However, this time the person reacts fast enough to bounce off the wall and safely landed on the ground
"Servant Caster had answered your summon."
She stood up to her full heigh, revealing a young woman with the traditional Japanese attire and an appearance that rivaled the other Caster in term of beauty. Though more remarkable are her animalistic features; Fox ears, a fox tail, and sharp canines that reminds you of a very skillful cosplayer
...though judging from the ways they twitch at my stare, this doesn't seems like a cosplay
"I ask of you...are you my Master?"
Before I could answer Caster had stood between me and "Caster" in a protective manner. Her staff held out, she addressed the other woman with a sharp glint in her eyes, though that easy-going smile still remained on her face
"Maa~ I don't know who you are...but stay away from my Master"
"Your Master? Excuse me, he is my Master!" She weaved around Caster's form and arrived next to me. I shifted backward as the girl smiled demurely, pressing up against me "Can't you feel the bond between us, Goshinji-sama?"
My Command Seals once again burned in confirmation as she held my hand. My eyes widened as I took a look at both of them
Oh, wow.
"Let's get inside my room first" using my Magecraft I fixed the ceiling with a wave of my hand "We can deal with this later"
They stared perturbed and warily at each other, but soon complied and followed after me
Unbeknownst to (Y/n), the mark on his hand glimmered, secretly revealing three additional Command Seals on it
The third Servant secretly watch them from the shadow
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A/n: So, my boy (Y/n) had successfully pulled his Servant (or Servants in this case)
Several questions remained
"Who is (Y/n)?"
- Answer: Someone average
"What is his backstory? How is he related to the (Y/n) in UHW?"
- Answer: Yes
"Who is the third Servant"?"
- Answer: ….A Servant
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