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𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘑𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺'𝘴 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰....𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘦, 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴.

"𝖠𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾, 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍".

𝘌𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘵. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦...𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.....𝘕𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘪𝘭𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘩. 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦..

"𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦".

The Priest talked of rules, and of following rules, and yet… If what she had felt before had been anyway towards what she thought it was…

Then this Priest was an absolute hypocrite.

“You imply that I am little more than rabid dog, to be put down because she serves no purpose? How cruel to punish a Servant because she cannot find a Master capable of generating enough Mana to feed her.”

As an Avenger, she did require less Mana than she did if she was summoned as a Caster. But she was also lacking in the regeneration skills that she would have available to her, had she been a Caster,

“I could always just feed off the Environment. Humans don’t require trees or nature, do they? They seem to be doing a great job at killing it off themselves.”

Her laugh echoed around her, not at all muffled by the hand she held up over her mouth. Really now, was he determined to act innocent and without fault, despite how he was obviously hiding something.

And something big and bad, at that.

“I have no interest in destroying the world. Just a few people… People that more than likely are not present here.”

Angra had imparted the events of the previous War on her, so she was aware of the circumstances that Kirei spoke of. While it wasn’t a path that she herself would have walked, she had to admire the Caster and his Master for attempting to pull it off. Even if it had been an absolute failure.

If she could find anyone of that Kiritsugu’s family, she supposed that it would be fun enough for her. Anyone that sided, or was even related to them, with her little Sister deserved to suffer for that alliance.

“Hmmmm, I suppose I could always find someone hiding a little secret, and feed off them? But where would I find a secret like that, I wonder?”

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𝘚𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 "𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥" 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳-𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 "𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘱", 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦? 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘶, 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘪𝘯𝘻𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘯....𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘵

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴...𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤. 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳. 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵?

"𝖳𝖼𝗁, 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋. 𝖳𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗌. 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈.....𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾. 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝗒 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇? 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍. 𝖠 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝗒 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖶𝖺𝗋, 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍. 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗒....."

So the priest wanted to play hard to get, did he?

Well then, Morgan was more than happy to play along with him.

“Only two, hm? I suppose it’s no more different than I had been previously informed, so. Pity, I was hoping to have a few others to play with.”

The disappointment seemed to drip from her words, as her lips curled into a dramatic pout, huffing loudly as she did so. So Angra wasn’t as uninformed as he had led her to believe. An annoyance, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Even as an Avenger with the ability to materialize herself from the Grail without a Master, she couldn’t even consider summoning a Servant herself, even if it was to speed this whole affair along.

Really now, she had seen snails that were quicker at moving along than this War.

“You believe I need a Master? Perhaps I could just move along, feeding a little here and a little there. Would Humans really notice it if a few individuals disappeared?”

Of course, she was lying now. While she did enjoy the taste of Mana that came from Humans, she had a particular standard that she would not go below. And she supposed that the Humans wouldn’t appreciate it if the Wealthy and Powerful were to go missing, or be found drained of their Life as a result of her hunger.

And really now. A target to other Masters? Did he think so little of her, a Servant capable of summoning herself into the Real World?

“Hmph, really now Supervisor. Other Servants hold no power or sway over me. I am here for purposes that are my own, and my own alone. That I am here conversing with you now bodes no change to that.”

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𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘰𝘬𝘰𝘮𝘪. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘛𝘰��𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘛𝘰𝘬𝘰𝘮𝘪'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘪𝘵𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘞𝘢𝘳, 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘌𝘮𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘒𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥....

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧..𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘎𝘪𝘭𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘦𝘭, 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵

"𝖧𝗈, 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖶𝖺𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖨 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾"

𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘺. 𝘏𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦.

"𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌"

𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴....

“Oh, only my curiosities? And here was I, hoping that we could be friends. Perhaps even write letters to each other. Oh, dearest Supervisor, you doth wound me so.”

For such a seemingly emotionless man, this Master was amusing beyond compare. She had been summoned into this War with a greater understanding than most, a gift from Angra or so it would seem. She knew that by now the majority of Servants had been summoned, though even he couldn’t be fully sure as to the full circumstances of this War.

But, by the fact alone that he had brought her to such a location, there was something of interest here that he wanted to know about.

And if Angra wanted to know something, so did she.

The longer she stood present within the church, the more she began to feel a sense of foreboding and negativity. It seemed to radiate from beneath the floor that they stood on.

It smelt almost delicious.

“Well then, seeing as you appear to be so concerned about my state of well-being, considering my Master-less position, shall I rid you of this bother? I simply have a few questions that I would enjoy having answers for.”

Perhaps if she could stay within the confines of the church for but a bit longer, she might be able to identify the source of the scent that lingered in the church, and even around the Priest himself,

“Shall I start then, dearest Supervisor? Have all the Servants been summoned into this War as of yet?”

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"𝖳𝖼𝗁"

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳? 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘎𝘪𝘭𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘩, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘭��𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴. 𝘈 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.

𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴.𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳.

"𝖭𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋? 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇. 𝖨 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋...𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌".

𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘰. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘪𝘤, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬, 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩. 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮? 𝘖𝘳....

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩

“Oh my, you do hurt my feelings so. And here was I, hoping to pay a visit to the Supervisor of this War, to simply introduce myself.”

The Avenger cooed, her voice echoing around her as her face gave a serene look of calmness, as she gazed innocently at the Master before her. What an amusing human, to say the least. There were not many that would stand up to Morgan le Fay, in life or in death, like this man had.

Perhaps she would not feed off his Mana, just yet.

“Ah, so, dearest Supervisor… You assume much about me, ‘tis a pity not all is true.”

With that, Morgan took a slow few steps towards him, the sweet smile on her face contorting into a sneer, as she gazed down at Kirei from cold blue eyes, eyes that almost seemed to glow in the darkness of the church. She was amused by the man, more so than she had been in a while.

She supposed that it was a lucky coincidence, that this War she had been called to disturb had such interesting participants in it. It would almost make staying in the Human realm enjoyable, for a time at least.

“But, my dear, while I hate to break this news to you oh-so-soon, I am afraid that I cannot stand by while such cruel things are said about my person.”

Morgan turned, before she held out her dress around her as she sat into one of the pews, before she released it as the dress fell softy to the floor again, one arm raised in Kirei’s direction, as it waved around in a nonchalant fashion,

“I am here of my own accord and will, with no Master requesting or ordering any such behaviour from me. Fufufu, any Master foolish enough to think that I could be controlled that easily would certainly have fallen soon after we had met. I am simply here for curiosities sake, dearest Supervisor. Nothing more, nothing less.”

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦, 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘬𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥-𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦...

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵? 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳? 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦? 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢��𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳? 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘵. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘎𝘪𝘭𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘩, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯....𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬

"𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖫𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗂𝗍 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝗒 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖨 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅. 𝖲𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾.."

The church that stood before her was an older building. Pale and imposing in the moonlight that shone down on it, giving it the appearance of a haunted building that one was warned away from as a child.

But Morgan had never listened to those warnings.

As she walked closer towards the building, her heels clicking softly against the cobbled stones that lead the way to the church, she could feel her mana beginning to fluctuate, and pull her towards it, feeling the thrum of life from within.

As she stepped towards the doors, Morgan noted that she heard faint sounds from inside the church. The closer she got to the doors, the louder and clearer the sounds got, until she could finally make out what was being said from within,

“Many voices and desires confound you, talk is cheap, lies are the sin of man…”

As she made out what was being said, she stopped for a moment, her heels clicking once against the ground, before they stopped. Inside was someone, a Human more likely than not. They certainly did not have the power and aura of a Servant, as such would be identifiable from further away from the building.

But the Avenger couldn’t deny the feeling of power that radiated from within the aged doors that stood before her, within arms reach if she so wished. The scent and feeling was heavy in the air, and Morgan could admit that the Magic was almost intoxicating to her.

A Master, perhaps?

An interesting toy for her, none the less. Perhaps even a delightful meal, if she felt in such a way inclined.

As she entered the building, she noticed a man standing at the top of the aisle, his arms raised aloft as though giving a sermon to a non-existent congregation.

As she stepped closer towards him, walking up the aisle as though she was a bride clad in black, she began to chuckle, a hollow and empty sound that seemed to echo off the walls around the pair,

“Fufufu, what a delight. To enter a building as charming as this, and to hear such delightful music upon entry. I could almost say that I feel blessed by such.”

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𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘞𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘪𝘵 "𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦". 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘞𝘢𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. 𝘎𝘪𝘭𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘩, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧...𝘯𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺...𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘛𝘰𝘩𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘙𝘪𝘯...𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘞𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘏𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴...𝘕𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳'𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘌𝘮𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘒𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶...𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮...𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.

𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵, 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴? 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦..𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘏𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳, 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴

"𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗉, 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗇.."

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When she had been called forth by the Holy Grail, a feeling of emptiness and hunger had filled her body before her feet had even touched the ground beneath her.

So she had been summoned, and without a Master at that?

Was the Grail broken, perhaps, to have allowed such a travesty to occur?

As she took her first step forward, her long dress trailing along behind her, she paused for a moment as she realized that her Mana wasn’t at the usual levels she had as either a Human or a Caster Servant.

Which meant that she was an Avenger. More than likely summoned by the essence of Angra himself to wreck havoc on the current Grail War.

She supposed that she may as well go along with his plans, whatever they were for.

But she had no Master tied to her, that much she could tell. It felt as though her Spirit Core was rippling and tearing with every breath she took. Possibly the payment that the Grail demanded of her, considering she had no right to exist as she did.

With a soft sigh, she began to step through the forest, the trees and grass dying around her as she began to absorb their life energy into her body, the dull throbbing beginning to slowly lessen as she started to feel less like a walking sack.

Pity the same couldn’t be said for the carnage she had just left behind.

But as she continued to walk through the trees, she stopped for a moment as she stood in front of a large church, with imposing gates around it, and a strong sense of Mana from deep within it.

Perhaps this was where Angra wished for her journey to begin?

#so it begins

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