Fate/False Order

Walking through the ruined 14th floor, Artoria and I moved back towards Caster's now defunct Workshop.

Whatever Alistair had done to the Bounded Field system Caster had set up, it had been a godsend, as after the first floor we had stopped encountering traps. And the golems suddenly became incapable of leaving their room, which was the cherry on top, as it made 'cleaning up' infinitely easier.

Though it had still taken the better part of an hour, it was time well spent, as I shudder to think what would happen if the Golems escaped after the Field was disabled.

Idly tapping my sheath, I gave the floor a cursory look, scanning for any potential stragglers. My oversight was cut short by Artoria suddenly speaking up. "Rosalind?"

Turning my head to look at her, I gave her a once-over. The proud knight's movements were rigid, her face had the slightest signs of frown marks.

She seemed uneasy.

"Something I can help you with?" I asked with some concern, as if there was something that could make her uneasy in this situation, I needed to know for safety's sake.

She gave a shaky nod, before turning to look away from me, staring forwards towards the Workshop.

"Do you think they've found Irisviel?" She asked with a hint of nervousness, which caused me to internally grimace while looking away from her as well, choosing to look in the same direction as Artoria.

Irisviel had slipped my mind, mostly thanks to Rider mentioning the things about the Grail likely being cursed, and the Church's intel on Nrvnqsr Chaos and Arcueid.

But that mattered little, as I am certain that Artoria had arrived at the same conclusion as myself, after all, if the 'Grail' was that floating piece of blackened flesh, and Irisviel was the Grail's vessel, then things didn't look too good for the homunculus.

Of course, I would not further her likely suspicion that her friend was now a nigh-omnipotent floating wish granting piece of flesh, as that would dampen her morale.

Shrugging slightly, I idly noted the sounds of voices speaking, emitting from the Workshop while answering. "I'd like to think so, but we'll find out in a moment or two, so try not to worry too much," I expressed with some modicum of confidence.

My assurance only got a hum in response from my ancestor, but that was to be expected.

Quickly we reached the broken wall of the Workshop, where we were met by the sight of Rider and his Master checking documents, while Alistair and Vivian spoke worriedly together in a corner.

Before I could greet anyone, Artoria walked past me, heading straight for my son and his girlfriend. The action caused me to ignore a greeting to the others as I rushed to follow her, not that the Master and Servant duo even seemed to notice us returning.

As Artoria got close, Vivian seemed to notice us, causing her to tap Alistair's shoulder and point in our direction. Seeing us, he gave a wave. "Welcome back, I assume you two have good news?" He questioned with a smile.

Artoria nodded while walking towards them. "The building has been swept clean," she explained, causing Alistair to give the two of us a thumbs up. 

Stopping in front of the duo, Artoria gave the two a worried look before opening her mouth. "Have either of you located Irisviel?" She asked with clear hesitation.

The two's look gave it away instantly, as the two grimaced before glancing at the 'Grail'. "About that…" Alistair said hesitantly, before Vivian decided to take reins of the conversation.

"She's not beyond saving," she said, causing me to raise a brow.

That was… surprising. Good, but surprising.

The only thing that was making me feel a bit uneasy was the fact that she still looked hesitant.

Artoria on the other hand looked relieved, albeit twinged with nervousness, as the term 'not beyond saving' made it clear Irisviel wasn't in a good spot.

"Where is she?" She said with a hint of desperation, while taking a step closer to Vivian, who looked a smidge uncomfortable at the way the conversation was heading.

Glancing at Alistair, who gave her a helpless shrug, Vivian turned to look at the visibly distressed Artoria. "She's… not very well…" she glanced once more at Alistair, before looking back at Artoria. "Put together… Torn, if you will," she said hesitantly.

…

That did not sound good.

Artoria seemed to mirror my thoughts, as she looked a lot more frantic. "Where is she?"

Pressing her lips together, Vivian seemed a bit apprehensive before answering. "If I said she was technically lying on a table, would you feel more concerned?"

The words made Artoria turn slightly pale.

… I'd have this odd feeling that Vivian was enjoying her reactions, but Vivian looked more nervous than anything, so it was probably nothing.

"Show me," she demanded, and Vivian only sighed, before gesturing for her to follow her, before moving towards a large door situated in the far side of the room.

Caster's Workshop, according to the building's blueprints, was once something resembling a suite, or rather three suites turned into one by breaking the floors of the ones above.

But taking the blueprint in mind, we were currently walking towards one of the master bathrooms.

As Vivian opened the door, a slight chill crept into the room, which only increased when the door was fully opened, revealing something that had more in common with a fridge than a bathroom.

That connection made me grasp what had happened. Irisviel had been dissected, cut into parts, and stored into a meat fridge.

The smell of iron that wafted from the room only confirmed my guess.

Before Vivian could enter the room, Artoria rushed past her, and entered the room.

Seeing that, Vivian sighed, and Alistair shook his head.

Deciding to follow Artoria, I entered the room, and was greeted by the sight of multiple corpses hanging from fish-hooks, most of them weren't even in one piece.

The place had more in common with a slaughterhouse, but there was one body that had been treated with more… care.

On a lab table, Irisviel could be seen having been cut up into feet, shins, thighs, torso, arms, forearms, hands, neck and head. Each one placed where they would be, but with slight distance between each part, to show that they were separated.

Her chest had been clearly cracked open, rather than precisely cut open, which was probably due to the rage and anger Caster was experiencing after losing an arm during our fight two days ago.

The only silver lining was that she looked peaceful, or rather her face displayed no signs of pain or struggle.

The sound of metal grinding against metal brought me out of my thoughts, and I turned to see a dangerously blank-faced Artoria, whose gauntlet was warping due to the immense pressure she was putting on it while clenching her fist.

"I can fix her," Alistair's voice chimed from behind us, causing Artoria and I to turn to look at him. 

Irisviel was a homunculus, meaning that while cruel, it was very possible to pick her apart and sew her back together, even with different parts. Hell, even a corpse like her could technically be sewn back together and made usable, as long as the alchemist had enough skill.

The only issue was regarding her soul, as even if homunculi were well known for their sturdy souls, I'm fairly sure that hers should have not lingered for so long as to still be here now, especially when her body was most certainly deceased.

A dead Homunculus is a dead Homunculus, only the Third True Magic was capable of true resurrection. So even if you stitched the body back together, the soul would have dissipated right after she was killed.

Alistair took off his helmet, and hung it onto one of the clean hooks. The action caused Vivian to elbow him in the side for desecrating her work by hanging it together with corpses, only for her 'attack' to do nothing against his armor, creating a slight bang, before she removed her elbow and started rubbing it, clearly having hurt it.

Alistair's statement had made Artoria frown slightly, before she spoke up. "If so, why have you not done so yet?" She asked with a hint of disapproval lacing her voice, causing Alistair to raise his arms in a gesture of surrender.

"Pump the brakes, please wait for the full explanation," he said placatingly, causing Artoria to release her grip on her gauntlet and slightly relax.

Seeing her reaction, Alistair lowered his arms, and looked at Irisviel's body behind us with some pity, before turning to look back at Artoria. "There are slight problems with Irisviel, other than the obvious," he started, causing Artoria to slightly squint her eyes at him.

"Her body was already falling apart, meaning that she was only designed to last until the Grail War, so she'll die in a matter of days, even if I returned her to her exact physical state right before our assault on the Temple," he explained, causing both Saber and I to purse our lips.

"So the reason I didn't start patching her up was due to you being the only one I could ask permission for to attempt to fix her. My hope is that she'll get something closer to a normal lifespan, but that is reliant on getting your consent to perform some unsanctioned surgery to improve her condition," he said with a shrug.

Artoria opened her mouth, probably to agree, but I cut in, as I needed to verify something before she got her hopes up. "Alistair, do you even have her soul? It should have dissipated," I asked, causing him to momentarily frown, before glancing at Vivian.

Stepping forwards she fixed her gaze at me. "It's not in her, but it is tethered to the Grail, together with a few others. Meaning that she wasn't killed, but her soul was trapped in the Grail," she said, while idly glancing at the other hanging corpses.

The message couldn't be clearer, but it left the question.

"Why?" I asked, this only eliciting a shrug from Alistair.

"From what I can understand, she was trying to mess with the Grail system, using a multitude of consciousnesses to fudge the system, probably to either enact a wish, despite the Grail not being ready to enact one," he said his theory with relative certainty, causing me to nod.

I didn't have enough information on how it worked, but it seemed to be a decent way around the system. Though I was still unsure how Caster was planning on dealing with the so-called God of Darkness and Evil, Angra Mainyu.

At the confirmation, Artoria gave Alistair a pleading look. "Please," she said while slightly lowering her head. "Save Irisviel," she pleaded.

The sight of her lowering herself for her friend, had me shoot Alistair a look telling him to do it.

It would seem that my look wasn't needed, as he didn't look to me for confirmation, and he nodded to her words. "I will," he proclaimed, before leaning slightly over to Vivian. "Just give me…" His words trailed off, before he looked at Vivian, who rolled her eyes at the action, before showing him her watch.

"A bit under an hour," he said while flashing us a smile. "I'll be done right before midnight. Though I'll need to bring the Grail in here, so as to transfer her soul back into her body," he explained, causing Artoria to nod.

"Thank you," she said, this time in a bow, causing Alistair to wave hir hand, as if to dismiss the gesture.

"Please, it's the least I can do," he said offhandedly, before slightly grimacing. "And if I had been faster with dealing with Lancer, then I would have probably been the edge we needed for us to have won that fight," he said with clear regret.

At his statement, Artoria straightened up, and gave him a soft smile. "Please, Alistair, don't blame yourself," she reprimanded softly. "You were in a life and death battle, and you had been injured, you hold no blame."

Alistair nodded stiffly, before gesturing for us to leave. "Vivian and I will need some privacy while working, go and help Rider, or something else productive. Only disturb us if it is important," he said seriously, before turning around, walking deeper into the room.

Vivian gave us a slight wave, before quickly making her way next to Alistair, who started drawing runes in the air.

Seeing that they were starting, I nudged Artoria, who looked worried for her friend, but the sudden action got her out of her funk.

"Let's leave, they can't have any distractions for this to go well," I whispered into her ear, causing the King of Knights to numbly nod before turning around.

The two of us hurriedly left the two for their work, before closing the door.

This time, Rider and his Master noticed us, and the burly man raised an arm in greeting. "Have the two of you returned victorious so soon?" He questioned in a welcoming way, causing me to smile slightly at the man.

"Yes, it was tedious, but it was simple enough," I shrugged, causing the tall man to give me an appraising look.

"Your armor seems damaged," he pointed out, causing me to shrug.

"Some of them were crafty, but nothing that this armor couldn't handle," I explained, patting the wrist-mounted shield, which was littered with scratch marks.

Vivian had outdone herself, it was truly a masterpiece for the short amount of time she had to make it.

Though it made me feel a bit… overprotected, if I were to put a word to it. The armor, while slim and easily moved in, but it was incredibly dense, dense enough for me to use minor physical reinforcement for me to be at my best.

Though the reasoning for being so dense was acceptable, as apparently, if I was in danger, I'd be able to disperse the metal in the surroundings, until it nearly fully dissipates into dust, allowing me to use its other function.

The metal particles in the air, along with the remaining parts of the armor allowed for me to accelerate in the vicinity, by using the principles of electromagnetism, allowing me to match some Servants in speed, for a brief moment.

Meaning that if worse came to worst, I could probably escape from a Servant if I discarded my armor's protection.

It was a perfect safety system for someone like me, but it irked me a bit that neither Alistair, or Vivian had something similar, meant for instant escape.

I wouldn't say that she was looking down on me, as it was a clear show of worry, but the fact that she thought she didn't need a method of escape, but I did, stung a bit.

Raising a brow at the large man, I was about to speak, but Artoria beat me to it. "Alistair has assigned us to work with you, though I myself do not find myself qualified to help in this matter, so I am willing to stand on lookout," she proclaimed, causing the tall Heroic Spirit to look at her, before humming to himself.

"You make a good point, Saber. Our battle might have been felt by both Berserker and Archer, so it would be wise for you to stand watch," he agreed with a nod, causing Saber to nod back.

"I'll leave now, take care of Rosalind for me in the meantime," she said, before excusing herself, leaving immediately.

Artoria clearly was not over her conversation, or spat, that she had with Rider, regarding her kingship. So it was probably for the best that she left.

Seeing this, Rider let out a slight sigh, before looking at me. "Now that we have some time to ourselves," he said with a hint of excitement, discarding the papers he was flipping through, causing his Master to whine.

"I have read that your Empire has eclipsed my own," he said seriously, causing my mouth to twitch up into a smile. 

"Indeed, it is so large that the sun has yet to set on my country in over two centuries," I boasted, causing the tall man to nod seriously, before seemingly gaining an idea.

"How about we combine forces?" he asked with all seriousness. "With your land and armies, and my leadership, we could even beat that Clinton guy, and start a most glorious conquest!"

I could feel the smile on my face grow with amusement. "Is this a roundabout way to ask for my hand?" I asked in a teasing tone, causing the tall man to nod, and his Master to gawk. "That is the most practical way to do it," he agreed.

"Rider!" Waver spluttered, while dropping the documents he was holding.

The Servant's answer caused me to giggle, and raise a hand to cover my face. The man was incredibly thick-skinned, it was simply too good.

Oh, I could only imagine the look on Alistair's face once he learned the Iskandar practically proposed to me.

Oh God! I might as well not reject him outright, as then I could tease Alistair with his potential 'step-father'.

Cutting my amused laughter, I gave Rider an amused smile.

Even if you ignored the pure amusement value of this 'proposal', if you looked at it in a practical sense, it was not a bad proposition.

Smiling coyly, I brushed my hair aside while looking at Rider, before placing a finger on my chin. "I'll consider it if you win," I said with a hint of teasing, which caused the young boy to flounder, seemingly in disbelief that I didn't shoot his Servant down outright.

My non-answer caused the tall man to laugh, and slap his Master on the back, causing him to stop his floundering. "See, Boy! A little courage will get you much farther than you'd think!" He exclaimed, causing his Master to look up at him with a look of incredulousness.

Returning to look at me, he flashed me a wink. "Then I shall await your reply with great eagerness," he proclaimed, before picking up some pieces of parchment, his face souring a smidge.

"But for now, we must work!"

~~Fate/False Order~~

"Rider is flirting with your Mom…" Morgan said, causing me to snap my head in her direction.

"What?!"

"Rider is fli—" "I heard!" I snapped, earning an amused huff from Morgan. "Not a fan of the image of having him as your future father?" She teased, causing me to frown.

"Would you?" I poked back, causing her to tilt her head to the side, seemingly pondering it.

"Certainly better than my Father, and he's probably better than yours, so I'd not say no," she retorted lightly.

Ugh, there was no winning this.

I really don't need the image of my mother being the 'Rider' in that situation…

"Just continue showing me how to do this," I said while gesturing at Irisviel, whose neck and head I had reattached to her torso.

Snorting with amusement, she walked over and hovered her hand over the stitch marks, along with some extra homunculus flesh from the hanging homunculi. "Ready your eyes," she said, causing me to flood my eyes with Od.

Just as I did so, I watched as the flesh sank into the stitch marks, before fusing them, seamlessly knitting the flesh together. Not even leaving a scar, or any sign that they had been severed.

The mystery itself was… simple, all things considered. For something that was infinitely close to an Apostle's time reversal effect on themselves to heal. This was far simpler, using the genetic code of the individual, convincing the body that the section that was being healed was already fully healed, and having the flesh reinforce the spot, like a callus.

Only that since there was a cut, the spot meant to become reinforced flesh, is rather turned into re-knit the skin perfectly.

The mystery itself was weak enough to where even I could use it, meaning that I could re-knit Irisviel's new body with ease.

"Thanks," I muttered, picking up a severed part of Irisviel's arm.

This whole thing was rather creepy, especially with all the extra Homunculi meant to 'set the mood', as Morgan put it, made this 'lesson' feel too creepy.

It was still good, as I had never made a Homunculus myself, so this was a good place to start, as I had already scanned Irisviel's body a few times. And the information was interesting, so I could probably start making a few with a bit more guidance on Morgan's part.

"Try doing the next limb without my assistance. I'll look over your work once you're done," she said patiently, causing me to nod.

It felt like I was back in school. But whatever, it was a good learning experience.

"I'll bring the Grail in, I'll get her soul ready, as that is the hard part," she said while moving towards the door.

Glancing back at her, I gave a nod, before looking back down at the corpse.

At least this Grail war was almost done, and I'd need a long ass vacation once this was over.

~~Fate/False Order~~

"Take a step back, I'll do my part," I told Alistair, while glancing down at the now fully healed Irisviel.

Alistair had done admirably, he had managed to stitch her together very well. Though I'd expect no less since I was his tutor.

He needed a bit of help with the origins, but that was understandable, as they were more complex than stitching muscle, bone and skin tissue.

Getting them to start functioning was a whole other thing, and it was not something I wanted him to try, as that could ruin the body, meaning I needed to remake a new, inferior version of this body.

Curling my finger forwards, I floated the lump of flesh known as the Grail, containing Irisviel and Sala-Ui's body and soul.

Conjuring a few Fay Runes, I start my extraction.

Instantly, I feel the presence of two souls, one young, and the other close to three times its age.

That was all the information I needed to pick Irisviel's soul out from the two, as she was a mere nine years of age despite her looks.

With a flick of my finger, a white ball of light floated out of the Grail, and hovered over Irisviel's body.

With a wave of my hand, it sank into the puppet body, which quickly accepted the soul, as it glowed white for a second.

Sighing, I waved away the Grail and turned to look at Alistair. "And like that, we have performed a bootlegged variant of the Third True Magic," I said with some pride.

Fact of the matter is, even though Irisveil was a homunculus, something far more sturdy than a human, what we had just performed could easily be confused with True Magic.

Irisviel had never been 'killed' per say, only converted into the Grail, meaning that she was alive and all we did was a fancy soul transfur, while placing it in a new and improved body.

The technicalities were a bit everywhere, but this was not true resurrection… but with the state that her body was in, it could certainly be considered the same.

Alistair stepped up next to me, while giving an amused smile and a slight whistle of admiration.

"Impressive as usual," he complimented, while flashing me a wink.

Bumping my hip into him, I flashed him a smile, not that he could see it. "You flatter me," I said coquettishly.

Alistair gave me a raised brow, looking slightly amused. "I'm all for flirting, but maybe doing it in a fridge filled with fake corpses is not the best place for it," he said with amusement.

…

He's not wrong, but I feel far too happy that he agreed that this was flirting.

…

Maybe I should have ditched the corpse fridge idea… though to be fair, I didn't assume he'd flirt back.

Resignantly nodding my head, I looked back down at the sleeping Irisviel. "Wrap your mantle around her, I'd rather neither you nor the Waver boy ogle her body," I said, causing Alistair to roll his eyes, but he still took off his mantle.

Quickly wrapping it around her, Alistair picked her up in a princess carry while glancing at the door. "Should we leave now?"

Glancing down at my wrist, I looked at my watch, something Alistair had been kind enough to buy for me during our date.

"The clock is about to strike twelve, so it's best not to keep our King of Imbeciles waiting," I said, causing Alistair to snort.

"Sure," he said dismissively, while making his way out of the room.

Curling my finger, the Grail hovered behind him, making it look like he was controlling it, before following after him.

While walking behind him, I took back his helmet he hung on a hook, placing it squarely under my arm.

Alistair all but kicked open the door, startling the ones on the other side. "Tadah!" He exclaimed while slightly lifting Irisviel, as if showing her off. Which he was doing.

Rosalind quickly made her way over, and stared down at the sleeping homunculus. "You pulled it off?" She asked with amazement, causing Alistair to shrug. "Ye of little faith, where has your trust in me vanished to?"

To be fair, Alistair would not have been able to pull this off, so she was in the right for not having a whole lot of faith in his plan.

It's not everyday your child does something incredibly close to True Magic.

Blinking slightly, she gave me a look. "Were there any complications?" She asked me, causing Alistair to give a slight grunt of dissatisfaction, probably due to his mother not taking his word at face value.

Smiling, I gestured towards Irisviel. "She's a bit weak right now, and she'll probably be out cold for a bit, but other than that, she is fine," I explained, causing Rosalind to give Irisviel a look.

"She's not an Apostle, is she?" She questioned hesitantly, causing me to sigh. "I'm fairly sure such a thing would fall under a complication, and a major one at that."

Though, Alistair was a bit too close to ruining a few of Irisviel's organs, and that could have spiraled to her being unable to generate Od, so it was a possibility… not that I was going to mention that.

Rosalind seemed to visibly perk up. "I'll go get Artoria, she'll want to see her," she explained, before rushing out of the room.

Seeing his mother leave, Alistair turned to look at the two men, and cocked a brow. "Did you two find anything interesting?" He probed, earning a shrug from Rider, and a look of resignation from Waver.

"The documents were filled with calculations," he explained, before moving a hand to scratch at the back of his head. "But they were mostly the ones to set up the bounded field, making them partly useless."

Alistair played his part, and sighed with mild disappointment.

"Unfortunate, but expected," he said before glancing at Rider. "Any thoughts?"

The tall man shook his head, only glancing at the floating flesh orb, known as the Grail, behind Alistair.

"I am merely concerned about the Grail," he said with a frown. "It doesn't match any descriptions I have been given of it," he said, causing me to nod.

"I think it's due to it not being properly activated," I explained, before glancing at it as well. "Alistair and I will do an in depth analysis of it, we'll give you all a report in the morning on anything we find out," I explained, causing Rider to raise a brow.

"You expect us to leave?" He probed, causing me to shrug. "It's more a suggestion," I amended, before pointing at him. "Haven't you felt something off during your time here?" I probed, causing Rider to give me a look, before slowly nodding.

"Now that you mention it, yes, I have felt somewhat off," he said, before looking at the Grail.

"Do you think—" "The Grail is subtly trying to suck you into it," Alistair cut in, causing Rider to frown and look at him.

"You make it sound like I am in danger," he said impassively, causing Alistair to nod. "We think you are," he affirmed, causing Rider to cock his head to the side.

"Then why was Caster unaffected?"

"More than two thirds of the Bounded Fields around the Grail are protection ones, and by that I am not including the ones actually defending the building. My working theory is that they were meant to keep Caster safe," Alistair explained.

Waver looked a bit confused at this, and looked at Alistair. "If so, shouldn't Rider be safe?"

The question made Alistair shake his head. "The Grail is a great, yet terrible anchor for a Bounded Field, as it is the perfect conduit, but it needs a lot of maintenance. Maintenance which I am simply not capable of performing, since I can't perform magecraft on the level of someone from the Age of Gods," he said while shaking his head.

"I estimate it capable of lasting for a bit over an hour, before I'll need to create my own Bounded Field to contain it, as the old one would be too broken to continue functioning," he explained.

The statement made Waver purse his lips. "Alright, we'll leave," he said with a sigh, causing me to nod at him. "A good choice," I praised.

"Come back in the morning, Alistair and I will be taking shifts to make sure it stays safe, while we study if this 'Angra Mainyu' theory Caster cooked up holds any water," I added, causing the pair to nod.

Giving a large stretch, Rider picked up a few documents and waved it in our direction. "Is it fine if we keep a few of these? I am sure it would help my Master improve with his magic," the large man asked.

Alistair merely shrugged. "Go ahead, I trust you'll inform us if there is crucial information in any of it tomorrow," he added, earning a smile from the Servant. "Good!" He proclaimed, before handing the parchment to his Master, and pulling out his sword.

Seeing this, I stepped forwards. "Wait!" I exclaimed, causing the large man to stop mid swing, and look at me with confusion. "What? We require my chariot for a swift retreat!"

Frowning, I looked at him, and placed a hand on my hip. "We have attracted enough attention to this place already," I said with heavy disapproval. "Right now, anything flashy, like your chariot, would attract undue attention from the remaining Servants."

Moving a hand, I pointed towards the hole in the wall. "Leave down the stairs like a normal human, and walk at least half of the way home, lest you attract Archer or Berserker here, who are strong and foolish enough to snatch the Grail, despite its many dangers," I said harshly.

My lecture caused the man to visibly deflate, causing me to internally smile. "Fine, we shall return on foot," he all but winced.

"Good," I nodded.

With that, Rider turned around, while shooting us a thumbs up. "Then I shall see you tomorrow!" He proclaimed, before patting his Master's shoulder. "Say your farewell and thanks, Boy."

At the prompt, Waver gave a slight bow. "Thank you for the help, and for making sure the Grail is safe," he expressed with genuine thankfulness.

Seeing their actions, I gave them a small wave and a slight smile. "Don't worry, we're just doing what we think is necessary," I retorted.

Alistair bobbed his head up and down in a nod, as his hands were still supporting Irisviel's sleeping form. "What she said. After all, it would be bad if some evil god got reborn, or if Caster had gotten her mittens on the Grail," Alistrair said modestly.

Seeing everyone's reactions, Rider patted Waver on the back, before waving at us. "Then we shall be off!" He said, before rushing out of the room, almost dragging Waver along with him.

Watching the two leave, I felt a bit sad seeing the giant oaf leave. He was amusing, and it was a pity to see him walking to the gallows with a smile on his face.

He would have made an amusing father in law, not that it would be a likely outcome.

Turning to look at Alistair, I saw him giving me a look.

It was time to send Artoria walking to the gallows of her own volition as well.

~~Fate/False Order~~

Walking down the main road, Rider had donned his casual wear, with his favorite t-shirt and pants.

Waver held a few of the papers he considered useful, or insightful at the very least.

He was idly looking through the pages, studying the few diagrams and formations that he could understand without Rider fully translating them.

As the two walked in companionable silence, they reached the Fuyuki Bridge.

It was a silent night, no cars were driving, and no civilians were out. Something the two attributed to Alistair and Vivian's Bounded Fields, as they still felt their effects were barely in place.

However, as they reached the halfway point of the bridge, a trickle of golden particles fell further ahead, causing the two to stop in their place.

Slowly, a man with golden swept back hair, wearing an equally golden armor, formed out of the particles. His slightly slit red eyes stared daggers into the duo, as he crossed his arms, his head slightly tilting upwards to look down at them.

"You are late," he spat, before slightly squinting his eyes.

"Mongrels."

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5 Hours, 57 Minutes And 53 Seconds Until Zero 

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A/N

Welcome back, my reader Overlords, please add this to your library and give me some comments, stones and reviews, as it would be much appreciated.

Ooof, that was a lot of words... 6K... damn, I am awesome.

It's a pity that I am posting so late in the day, but what can you do?

Now, who is ready for some fights? You are? I hope so!

The chips are about to fall, and they will land where they may.

Morgan's plan to kill 5 Servant's in one night is a go!

Tell me of your predictions! And I hope you are looking forwards to the next chapter.

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Now I'm tired as it is 12PM, and I am still jetlagged! So have a nice day, or at least one better than mine, and send me some stones or some shit (Not literal shit), as I need motivation!