Saber may be holding her own, but she can’t stay this strong for extended periods. Shielder is so durable that he’s sure to outlast her. In that case, while the Servant is occupied, it falls to you to eliminate the Master before Saber runs out of steam.

The Einzbern girl doesn’t seem to care for this confrontation at all. You’re going to take advantage of that. You rush out from behind the other side of the tree to avoid the Servants’ duel. Your hand reaches into your hoodie to draw your-

“Berkano-Ansuz!”

You barely have time to turn your head and see Shielder’s fiery spell rocket towards you. When the magic projectile is no more than three feet from you, a chiming noise rings out and the missile slams against an invisible barrier at your side. Your magic amulet absorbs some of the resulting fiery explosion, but the force is still enough to send you rolling across the ground.

Shaken, but not slain, you pull yourself up from your sprawled position, head aching. Shielder can afford to keep tabs on you and even cast a spell while taking your Servant head-on? His skill is unbelievable! But you have no time for admiration. Saber’s assault has become more savage than before to devour the rest of Shielder’s attention. You couldn’t see it while you were behind her, but Saber’s face is contorted by a ferocity you thought impossible given her usual elegant manner.

You stand, and as you look up your eyes meet those of the Einzbern girl. She’s actually begun to pay attention to you. Her hands have stopped playing with what you can now identify as wire that she’s been making different shapes with. The girl looks very surprised. Probably because you managed to survive an attack from her Servant, even if it was just a low-level spell. Your temple is still throbbing. After a moment of eye contact, something appears to click with her; likely, the fact that you intend to engage her directly.

She holds out her right arm, and the wire begins to construct itself into a large bird of prey. But the process is too slow - you’re able to draw and throw a Black Key much faster than the avian takes form! You aim for the girl’s neck and hurl the weapon. It flies straight as an arrow. The Key strikes with incredible force, burrowing itself into a trunk behind the target… several inches to the right of her flesh. You’ve missed; you haven’t quite recovered from the disorientation the explosion caused, and it’s thrown off your aim.

That said, you were very close to the mark. Red eyes, previously distant and emotionless, are now alight with terror and locked on you. The structure of the wire bird melts into string. You reach for another Black Key, but suddenly your head throbs again and you see double. As you try to focus again, the girl calls out to her Servant.

“Shielder, take me away!” she shrieks, panicked.

With no need to fear a fatal cut to his back, Shielder turns completely around during his fight with Saber and pounces back to his Master. In a single motion, he picks her up and begins leaping away. He’s over the police barrier and out of sight in no time at all. Saber, still in a frenzy, looks like she’s about to follow now that her slashes have halted.

“Saber, don’t!” you order somewhere between a grunt and a shout, one hand on your head now from the pain. It’s going to take more than a second or two to shake this one off.

Hearing your words, Saber freezes, but her murderous fervor takes a moment to recede. After a few seconds, your Servant’s breathing steadies and the wild look drains from her face. She blinks as awareness returns to her, as though she’s just awoken from a daydream. Once Saber realizes that you’re struggling to hold yourself up, she rushes to your side.

“Master! I sincerely apologize, I did not realize that I was about to abandon you! Can you stand?”

Your Servant places your arm around her shoulders. In a little while, you’ll be able to walk on your own, but it’s going to be a long trek back to school. You have no doubt that you’ll fall asleep right away once you’re in bed.

~~~

It’s a battlefield again. This time, however, you ride above it. Your horse’s thundering hooves grant you an insurmountable mobility advantage over your enemies. Try as they might, they cannot escape. Bow in hand, you shoot down a first, a second, a third…

~~~

You’ve already eaten, but lunch break isn’t quite over yet. This small period of free time provides a good opportunity for you to have a discussion with Rider in a secluded garden area.

“We need time to consider,” Rider states simply. Nobody can deny that you held up your end of the bargain last night. However, you demonstrated a willingness to kill a hostile Master. Rider is probably concerned for the safety of her own should your relationship sour. “In the meantime, a truce. We will not act against you, and you will not act against us.”

So she feels there’s enough trust for a stable truce, but not quite enough for an alliance. It’s clear you’re going to need to work harder if you want full cooperation. You agree to Rider’s condition and she vanishes.

Afternoon classes have limited productivity as everyone looks forward to the impending weekend. You’re going to have an awful lot of free time for the next two days. Deciding how to spend it will be important. As you leave school, you begin to ponder your options, but Saber’s voice cuts into your thoughts.

Master, may I make a request of you? Well, this is rare.

Go for it, you reply.

Would it be possible to acquire inconspicuous clothing that I might wear in my physical form? If we do, I believe I would be far more helpful to you as it would make my Riding skill available for your use outside of battle.

You have to admit, it’s a good idea. As it stands, you haven’t been able to reach the less wealthy neighborhood south of the city to investigate it for Masters or mysterious events. If Saber could drive you there somehow, it should be possible to get there and back to school at night.

Good plan, Saber. I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t make any promises. There are two pretty big hurdles I’ll have to overcome in order to make that happen.

Thank you for your consideration, Master.

First, the clothes. You aren’t exactly rich, and a school uniform is likely to draw police attention if Saber is driving anything but a car, and perhaps even then. Since Saber has no license, you should avoid getting pulled over. A school uniform in Saber’s size would be easy to procure given your connections within the school, and Saber looks young enough to pass for a student. A full outfit beyond that, though, is probably beyond your ability to pay for. Saber would likely wear an ugly or cheap outfit if you ordered her to, but given her focus on propriety, she’ll want to look at least decent when out and about. To get her one, you’ll either need to make some money or get financial assistance from someone.

Second is a vehicle. A bicycle would be easiest for you to get your hands on, but there’s no way for both you and Saber to ride one that wouldn’t bring in more stares than you need as a Master. A car would be helpful, but also bulky. Finding a parking space could prove challenging depending on where you go, especially if you want to hide it so an enemy Master doesn’t find it when you’re out somewhere. You think that a motorcycle would be ideal, but you’ll need to both find one you can use and dress Saber appropriately to make use of it.

Speculating about future possibilities is great, but you need to do something with the present, too. Nightfall isn't for quite some time.

>>Go see your mother. It’s been a while.
>>Pay a visit to Father McManus and see if he needs help with anything.
>>See Sister Gloria to get a school uniform for Saber. You don’t have a vehicle yet, but at least Saber won’t have to hide all the time.
>>Return to your room and discuss last night’s battle with Saber.
>>(Write-in)

>>3719100
>>Go see your mother. It’s been a while.
Based Kirei.
Good ol black keys.

>>3719100
>Pay a visit to Father McManus and see if he needs help with anything.
We need McManus to redpill Edgar on the female threat, ASAP

>>3719100
>Pay a visit to Father McManus and see if he needs help with anything.
Time for confession. We need him to help remind Edgar how stupid it would be to trust Charlotte.

>>3719100
>Pay a visit to Father McManus and see if he needs help with anything.
As Jesus would say, "If she breathe, she a thot".

>>3719100
>>Pay a visit to Father McManus and see if he needs help with anything.
Well, I guess it's confirmed OOC that he's Ferdiad. Now we just need Edgar to know.

>>3719100
>>Go see your mother. It’s been a while.
"Mom, can I have an allowance to buy clothes for my side ho?"

>>3719100
>>Go see your mother. It’s been a while.
Mami

Perhaps this is an opportune time to see Father McManus. Occasionally, he needs help with odd jobs, and if the task is big enough there might be some money in it for you. You make your way to the administrative building at the top of the hill.

You push open the wooden door to Father McManus’s office. It’s less spartan than your lodgings, with furniture made of quality wood in matching colors. There’s no metal in the exterior of either the filing cabinets or the desk. The name plate facing you from his desktop reads ‘FR. BLAKE MCMANUS’. The chair that the exorcist sits in is the same kind as the rolling office chair in your room. The heavy door thuds shut behind you, providing a great amount of much-needed auditory isolation from the rest of the building.

“Ah, Eddy! Good to see ye.” Father McManus tries his best to feign calm, but he’s never been a very good actor. “Damien tells me ye’ve met someone.”

You should have seen this coming as soon as soon as you let Damien believe you’d had a lovely tryst. It was useful at the time since it meant that he wouldn’t be arranging dates for you anytime soon, but that convenience came with a price. There aren’t many people who Damien tells about your affairs with women, but Father McManus, ever concerned for your safety and moral character, has been in the loop for a long time now. There’s no surprise that Father McManus would get wind of Charlotte. You can only imagine how he reacted when he saw the picture of a pretty stranger glued to your arm.

“What’s her name, lad?”

“Charlotte,” you reply.

Father McManus stares at you blankly. A few moments pass in silence.

“Charlotte WHAT, ye horny fookin’ toad?!” Father McManus’ shouts as he erupts from his chair, gesticulating wildly. “Don’t tell me ye didn’t even get ‘er fookin’ NAME?!”

Uh oh. You learned several years ago - from Father McManus himself - that, in Ireland, ‘feck’ gets used a lot because it’s technically not profanity. That honor belongs to ‘fook’, which is just ‘fuck’ with an Irish accent. Naturally, since Father is using ‘fook’ here, he’s cursing.

And that means he’s pissed.

“Not twenty-four fookin’ hours after I reminded ye of the danger, a tramp struts over to ye, ye let ‘er grab yer arm, ye spend the whole damn night with ‘er and ye show up half-dead at the infirmary with yer Od drained! And ye were fookin’ PROUD of it after! Have I taught ye nothing, boy?!”

“Father, I-”

“Stuff yer guff, Eddy! Ye were fookin’ reckless, and ye could have been killed!”

Father’s diatribe stings. He and Damien have worked hand-in-hand at times to try to find you a good partner. Now, you’ve finally found a girl whose company you actually enjoyed, and here he is excoriating you for it. But the more you think about it, he may be right. As much fun as you had with Charlotte, your encounter with her put you in a lot of danger. It was your idea to tag along, but you taking on Archer was her suggestion, to begin with, and she initiated the kiss to steal your magical energy at the night’s end.

Father McManus sighs, some of the fight draining from him.

“Alright, lad, tell ye what. Ye steer clear of this ‘Charlotte’ floozy and whatever she’s plotting to use ye for. In time, I’ll find ye a girl just as pretty with a stronger character who won’t endanger yer life. Deal?”

>>Accept the offer. Enthralling as Charlotte is, Father is right about the danger she poses to you. You may as well revert to your previous, arranged love life.
>>Reject the offer and double down on Charlotte. Father McManus has no right to decide who you spend your time with.
>>Agree to put Charlotte out of your mind, but pass on the offer. You’d like to handle finding love yourself, and it's about time Damien and Father McManus respected that.
>>(Write-in)

>>3719685
>>Agree to put Charlotte out of your mind, but pass on the offer. You’d like to handle finding love yourself, and it's about time Damien and Father McManus respected that.
No.
You let me waifu my murderghost in peace, Father.

>>3719685
>Accept the offer. Enthralling as Charlotte is, Father is right about the danger she poses to you. You may as well revert to your previous, arranged love life.
Hopefully he can set us up with someone who doesn't kiss strangers to steal their energy and won't disappear at the end of this two-week magic ritual.

>>3719685
>Accept the offer. Enthralling as Charlotte is, Father is right about the danger she poses to you. You may as well revert to your previous, arranged love life.
He's right you know

>>3719685
>>Agree to put Charlotte out of your mind, but pass on the offer. You’d like to handle finding love yourself, and it's about time Damien and Father McManus respected that.

>>3719701
>>3719704
>not wanting to incarnate our murderghost
You suck.

>>3719733
>You have to want to fuck your murderghost to incarnate her
Edgar respects women anon

>>3719733
>Wanting to dip someone who helped you in the cursed mud of the polluted Grail
Remember, the only reason Gil survived it was because he's a ridiculous monster.

>>3719744
>implying we can't just make a wish

>>3719744
>assuming corrupt grail
Might as well tell Saber to die right now then.

>>3719685
>Accept the offer. Enthralling as Charlotte is, Father is right about the danger she poses to you. You may as well revert to your previous, arranged love life.

>>3719685
>Agree to put Charlotte out of your mind, but pass on the offer. You’d like to handle finding love yourself, and it's about time Damien and Father McManus respected that.

>>3719685
>>Agree to put Charlotte out of your mind, but pass on the offer. You’d like to handle finding love yourself, and it's about time Damien and Father McManus respected that.

>>3719685
>>>Agree to put Charlotte out of your mind, but pass on the offer. You’d like to handle finding love yourself, and it's about time Damien and Father McManus respected that.

>>3719685
>Agree to put Charlotte out of your mind, but pass on the offer. You already have your mom.

>>3719685
>>Reject the offer and double down on Charlotte. Father McManus has no right to decide who you spend your time with.
Nothing comes between me and my wife

>>3719685
>>Agree to put Charlotte out of your mind, but pass on the offer. You’d like to handle finding love yourself, and it's about time Damien and Father McManus respected that.

Let's keep our options open, no need to lock out the Charlotte route we just need better Intel on her intentions

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>>3720635
>rejecting based and redpilled father mcmanus for the whore of babylon

>>3720635
That's an easy "Dead" End, anon.

>>3720854
>not having enough integrity to die for you waifu

>>3720812
Ill take my semen demon over an old man

>>3719685
>>>Accept the offer. Enthralling as Charlotte is, Father is right about the danger she poses to you. You may as well revert to your previous, arranged love life.
>>3720989
>>not having enough integrity to die for you waifu
The Church is my bride, anon.

>>3720989
>Ill take my semen demon over an old man
What about Saber? easily best girl

>>3720989
She's not MAI waifu, you low-standards Philistine, and she shouldn't be yours either.

>not knowing that mom is best girl
Bunch a fags the lot of you

Official rankings.
Mom=Saber>Charlotte>Einzbern>Rider

>>3721044
absolute fool here is the actual ranking
Charlotte>>Mom>Einzbern>Saber>Rider

>>3721004
Shes canonically the cutest girl

>>3721003
shes our servant we cant lewd her

>>3721058
>shes our servant we cant lewd her
Where do you think we are.jpg

>>3719685
>>Agree to put Charlotte out of your mind, but pass on the offer. You’d like to handle finding love yourself, and it's about time Damien and Father McManus respected that.
Yeah, not really trusting the chick that talked us into fighting a Servant for her then drained our Mana and just dumped us afterwards

>>3719685
>>3720635
Changing my vote to second best option
>Accept the offer. Enthralling as Charlotte is, Father is right about the danger she poses to you. You may as well revert to your previous, arranged love life.

>>3721066
bad power dynamic I cant condone that

>>3721639
>rejecting your wife entirely instead of trying to put her out of your mind until the next time you meet.
She kissed us, this means we're proposed, right?

>>3721651
Oh, I see. You're acting as though we've never had the talk.
Have we ever had the talk?

>>3721660
I'd like to imagine no.
Beyond Shirou tier.

QM, I need to know.
Is >>3721671 true?

>>3721660
Obviously
Our mom took it very seriously and even helped us practice

>>3721660
>>3721911
Edgar has had the talk. If he hadn't, then he wouldn't have understood even half of Father McManus's rant on night one.

“I’ll take my focus away from Charlotte, but I’m going to have to turn down your deal,” you say with a hint of frustration. You can’t accept a return to the same status quo that led you to spend a night with a complete stranger in the first place. “I appreciate that you and Damien want me to find someone worthwhile, but I don’t want a partner if the choice isn’t mine. You two need to understand that.”

“Alright, lad,” Father McManus exhales, perhaps feeling a bit defeated. “We only want the best for ye, but maybe we’ve gone too far. I’ll let Damien know that we’re to butt out.”

Father takes a deep breath and relaxes.

“So, Eddy, what did ye come here for in the first place?”

“I was wondering if you had any work that needs to be done.”

“In that case, yer in luck,” Father says. “There are a few boxes that need to be filed properly. I don’t have time to do it myself, so I’ll leave it to ye.”

Father leads you down into the file storage area of the basement. Often referred to as ‘the stacks’, it requires attention frequently as it’s where physical documents are held until needed or discarded. Father McManus points you to the boxes that need sorting and you get to work. The job is tedious, but it’s not hard. There are worse ways to make money. Saber, however, seems to believe that you deserve better than this drudgery.

Surely, Master, this job is below your station? You can’t help but feel that her opinion of your ‘station’ is inflated. You’re her Master, certainly, but not many people know that, and you have a life to lead outside of that role.

Not really. I’m just a student. Besides, if I want to get you clothes, I need money.

Similar exchanges occur several times throughout your tenure in the basement. After a few hours of repetitive filing, Father McManus returns to the basement and hands you a take-out box from the refectory topped with a bit of cash. The reward is unbelievably handsome, definitely more than you should have been paid for the work you put in. You suppose he feels guilty about ripping you a new one earlier and his unsolicited matchmaking.

You return to your room with the box so you can eat and change your clothes. The sun sets as you sit down to your luxurious meal of the same aggressively mediocre hamburger and fries you had a couple of nights ago, except this time it’s cold. Fancy.

It’s starting to become a routine for you to choose your nighttime activities at dinner. What will you do tonight?

>>Head downtown. If you scared the Einzbern girl badly enough, she might decide to stay put for a night. In that case, going to the hotel could prove that she’s staying there.
>>Go to the suburbs. You have yet to explore that area.
>>Enter the western half of the city proper. Archer may still be using it as his hunting ground.
>>Remain at school for the night and discuss last night’s battle with Saber.
>>(Write-in)

>>3722848
>Enter the western half of the city proper. Perhaps Archer is still stationed there?

>>3722866
>>Go to the suburbs. You have yet to explore that area.
I would prefer to leave Archer to Charlotte and her Assassin
Any guesses what class got replaced by Shielder?

>>3722866
>>Head downtown. If you scared the Einzbern girl badly enough, she might decide to stay put for a night. In that case, going to the hotel could prove that she’s staying there.

>>3722866
Damn, I forgot italicization in some of the lines. I want to fix it, but I don't want to delete the update now that a few votes have been cast, so I'm going to post the proper lines here instead.

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Surely, Master, this job is below your station? You can’t help but feel that her opinion of your ‘station’ is inflated. You’re her Master, certainly, but not many people know that, and you have a life to lead outside of that role.

Not really. I’m just a student. Besides, if I want to get you clothes, I need money.

>>3722866
>>Head downtown. If you scared the Einzbern girl badly enough, she might decide to stay put for a night. In that case, going to the hotel could prove that she’s staying there.
Keep the pressure on

>>3722976
Anon you poor dumb bastard.

Who said that Shielder replaced a class?

>>3722866
>>Go to the suburbs. You have yet to explore that area.
Let's not deal with Shielder just yet.

>>3722866
>Go to the suburbs. You have yet to explore that area.

>>3722866
>Remain at school for the night and discuss last night’s battle with Saber.

>>3722976
>Any guesses what class got replaced by Shielder?
There are two Einzberns here and the Einzberns are known for breaking the rules. I'm going to say there are at least 8 Servants in this War.

>>3722866
Switching from >>3723186 to
>>Remain at school for the night and discuss last night’s battle with Saber.

>>3722866
>>Remain at school for the night and discuss last night’s battle with Saber.

>>3723161
Wouldn't be a grail war without the (((Einzbern))) trying to rig the game in their favor.

So what should we bring up with Saber?
>shielder uses runes, so he's either irish or nordic
>he has horny skin that saber's sword can't cut, so it must be an NP
If we think hard about it, Shielder's identity seems fairly obvious.

>>3722866
>>Go to the suburbs. You have yet to explore that area.

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>>3722976
>Any guesses what class got replaced by Shielder?
Naive. Did you think that just because Holy Grail Wars have seven Servants, this Holy Grail War would have seven Servants?
>>3722866
>Go to the suburbs. You have yet to explore that area
>>3723440
Agreed. It checks too many boxes not to be Ferdia. It could be a misreading of Egil Skallagrimsson (since it's arguable that he had Paget's disease), but I doubt it.

>>3723736
I think we should uncover it now rather than going out and entering another fight.

Shit guys, I just realized our Saber isn't even really a Saber
She doesn't even have her own beam!

>>3723795
She has a tornado of fire, which is 30000% as cool as a beam.

>>3723795
A flame tornado is just a vertical beam.

>>3723802
A Tornado is just a spiral beam

>>3723802
I bet you in that super mode she told us not to use the Tornado intensifies into a beam.

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>>3723825
All shooty swords have the gender they were assigned at birth. To say otherwise is absurd.

Lacking a surefire way to advance yourself in the War tonight, you decide to scout a place you haven’t been to yet. The suburbs will be your target. It’s a broad stretch of land, so you’ll need to head out soon if you want to cover a decent amount of ground. You hastily finish eating and change.

~~~

The sky is cloudless tonight. Although you’re not in the city proper, not many stars are visible over the neighborhood as a result of light pollution from the urban area. The suburbs themselves are a vast collection of homes divided into multiple smaller neighborhoods. Separating the residential subdivisions are small parks, consisting of open grass in some parts and densely wooded areas in others. They’re tiny compared to the state park, of course, but each one is at least the size of a suburban block.

You spend two hours wandering amongst the brick, vinyl, stucco, and stone without Saber picking up the presence of another Servant. It’s disappointing, but your search has also been even less guided than your trip downtown. Traces of Servant activity, should they exist, would probably be found amongst the sections of thick trees where visibility to the public is lowest. However, searching through those trunks aimlessly would be just as useless as meandering through the streets.

Master, Saber calls to your mind with the message you’ve been waiting to hear, I am detecting an enemy Servant!

Show me the way! you command. You start running, and Saber gives you directions. The Servant, according to Saber, does not move despite your approach. Perhaps the target is already in what they consider to be a suitable arena? Your Servant’s course leads you into one of the boundary woods. There’s no visible path into the trees where you enter. After a minute of fighting through the underbrush, you reach an opening among the plant life. Branches provide a ceiling to the area; only tiny glimpses of the night sky peek out through the leaves above. In the center of the small clearing, amongst dead leaves and dirt, lies a deer carcass.

On the other side of the corpse stands the one you came to find. His skin is fair, but his hair is black and bristling. The clothes he wears are of a similar darkness, with black pants, black boots, and a long black shirt that covers part of his hands. All are snug enough to show off his muscles. In his right hand is a spear, as sable as his clothing from tip to butt. The monochrome is broken only by his purple eyes. It seems to you as though the purple is… shifting, somehow.

Saber materializes in front of you, sword drawn.

“Hold it, kid.” The Servant raises his free hand to halt you and your Servant. “I’m not here to fight.”

“Then what are you here for?” you ask. If he has a spear and is sane enough to talk, he must be Lancer. You glance around the vegetation, but can’t see any sign of a Master.

“Investigation. That,” Lancer says, using his weapon to point to the body, “is a very bad sign.”

Whatever he’s referencing isn’t visible from your side. You can only see the deceased creature’s back.

“I think you should take a look.” The Servant takes a few steps back, allowing you access to the opposite face of the carcass. “‘Course, if you disagree, you could always attack me instead and get yourselves killed.” His grip on his lance is firm, and his eyes are locked onto Saber.

>>Go around and investigate the body. Lancer's concern is intriguing.
>>You’ve wasted enough time tonight. Just leave if there’s no fight to be had.
>>He might not be here to fight, but you are. Order Saber to attack. This corpse could just be Lancer’s ploy, anyway.
>>(Write-in)

>>3725521
>>Go around and investigate the body. Lancer's concern is intriguing.
Gonzerned zidisen.

>>Go around and investigate the body. Lancer's concern is intriguing.
Just because we accepted that Charlotte a shit doesn't mean we can't ally everyone anyway!

Also, can we agree that mom is easily the best girl so far?

>>3725521
>write in

" I wont expose myself to you, but clearly you think something is amiss. What is it?"

>>3725521
Supporting >>3725545
He can just tell us what the problem is, this is a really classic trap.

>>3725545
+1.

>>3725521
>>Go around and investigate the body. Lancer's concern is intriguing.
Hmm
Bloodsucker or Vampire?
We should probably keep some Black Keys ready just in case

>>3725521
Supporting >>3725545

>>3725521
>His skin is fair, but his hair is black and bristling. The clothes he wears are of a similar darkness, with black pants, black boots, and a long black shirt that covers part of his hands. All are snug enough to show off his muscles.
Gay space ninja?
>The monochrome is broken only by his purple eyes. It seems to you as though the purple is… shifting, somehow.
They could be Mystic Eyes of some kind.

>>3725521
>>>Go around and investigate the body. Lancer's concern is intriguing.

>>3725673
>>3725834
Again, this is clearly a trap and Lancer doesn't have the advantage of being a hot chick.

>>3725521
>Go around and investigate the body. Lancer's concern is intriguing.

>>3725527
>Also, can we agree that mom is easily the best girl so far?
Correct opinion.

>>3725521
>His skin is fair, but his hair is black and bristling. The clothes he wears are of a similar darkness, with black pants, black boots, and a long black shirt that covers part of his hands
Are we fighting Edward from Twilight?
Also, supporting this >>3725545

Investigate the body
>>3725524
>>3725527
>>3725673
>>3725834
>>3725974

Ask Lancer what's wrong
>>3725545
>>3725569
>>3725571
>>3725715
>>3726008

It's a tie, folks.


>>3725730
>Gay space ninja?
Oh no! You identified him so easily!

>>3726008
>Are we fighting Edward from Twilight?
Lancer isn't sparkling, if that helps.

>>3726100
>Lancer isn't sparkling
It's nighttime, that doesn't rule out vampires.
But in all seriousness, he's 95% likely to be another Celtic spearman. They all seem to wear tight clothes and have dark hair. Anybody know of a celtic hero with eye-powers?

>>3726100
Switching to
>Ask Lancer what's wrong

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>>3726112
Good point, every Irishman we've seen in Fate is dressed like they stepped out of G Gundam (pic very related). But Irish mythology is so full of one-off, absurdly powerful people that if this isn't the protagonist of a story, it'll take a long time to find.

“I’m not about to expose myself to you, Lancer. But clearly, you think something is amiss; what is it?” If it is a trap, you won’t be falling for it. Lancer, for his part, looks at you quizzically.

“Coulda just walked around with your Servant, but alright.” Lancer begins using his spear to indicate parts of the deer you’re unable to see as he speaks. “I doubt you’re a hunter, so I’ll explain this mess. The kill isn’t in the open, and the neck, belly, and meatier parts of the legs have been pretty much hollowed out. That rules out a wolf - or ‘coyotes’ are what you have in this country, right? Body’s not that old either, maybe a day, so just one dog couldn’t have eaten this much. Canines also aren’t strong enough to move their kill to a secluded place like this.”

“The consumption isn’t nearly as complete as it should be, either,” Lancer continues. “Scraps of flesh remain, dropped like crumbs on the ground just outside the holes. It’s like the meat was physically removed from the kill before ingestion.” He lowers his weapon and makes eye contact with you. “My guess? The predator is humanoid. Killed the deer, took it here for some privacy, and dug out the meat with human hands to bring it to the mouth. No tracks either, for some reason. I shouldn’t need to explain why that spells trouble.”

You remain silent, unable to form a response as your mind races. You’re not too familiar with wild animals, it’s true, so you’d never have noticed everything Lancer did. Further, his conclusion is a disturbing one. A humanoid killer? Could it be a Servant? A Master? Bloodsucker? Rogue mage? Possession victim? And with an appetite for flesh this ravenous, what happens if there aren’t any deer available?

“I see you’re worried too. The general populace is at risk. Whoever did this needs to be put down before it gets out of hand. I’m headed out; keep an eye out for the perpetrator.”

“Wait!” Saber calls out just before the Servant departs. “If you are so concerned about civilians, then why do you not suggest we work together?” Given her attitude towards potential allies thus far, you doubt Saber actually wants to cooperate with Lancer. Instead, she’s challenging his motives, perhaps believing Lancer himself to be the mystery hunter.

“We can cover more ground if we split up. Besides, I trust you about as much as you trust me. And I hate backstabbers.” Lancer vanishes without a trace.

The threat now gone, you circle around the carrion to confirm Lancer’s story. Sure enough, it’s a grisly sight matching his description. You search for any further clue as to the identity of the killer, but Lancer wasn’t kidding when he said he couldn’t find prints. Your investigation reveals only disturbances in the leaves and dirt where the diner presumably sat for the meal. The situation is frustrating and the time is now quite late - you’re not thinking very well. To continue scouring the sprawling suburbs for evidence of a single, day-old animal kill would certainly lead to disappointment. You decide to return to your room for the night; you have a lot to think about.

~~~

One more kill.

One more kill.

One more kill to honor him.

One more kill to satisfy yourself.

Just one more.

Just one more...

...There. Him.

Yes. Y̴e̶ş̴̕,̷͕͐ ̷̠̈h̴͍̉ẽ̴̤'̸̼̀ḷ̷̍ḻ̷͑ ̵͓̿d̸̦͇̬̈́̚ơ̶͎̰͂͛̉̕ ṋ̸̨̛̣͙̃̐͌̃i̷͖͚͓̘̜͈͒̾͜ç̸̧̩̜̖̠͉͇̟͆ͅĕ̸̛̱̀̊̈́ļ̸̞͗̀̌̿y̷͍͍̑͊͛͊̔̾́͝.̶͕͈̺͕͇̦̫͇̟̄͌̋̓̀̏̌̚͝.̴̦̖̫͉̜͛̋͌͊.̸̢̥̜̹̽̾̽̉̄̍͂̆͝

~~~

The morning sun streams through your window as you awaken. As usual, Saber is nowhere in sight, but you’re sure she’s there. You’ve gotten used to dressing in the morning despite the presence of a girl in your room, having long since decided she probably wasn’t looking at you in the process. Although, if your positions were reversed, you’d be tempted to peek every changing session despite your upbringing and strong sense of morality. Could you really remain steadfast despite your will being tested twice or thrice daily? You clothe yourself more hastily at the thought, and you turn your mind to the morning’s activities. It’s the weekend now, and school does not occupy its usual chunk of your day. What will you do this morning?

>>Talk to Saber.
>>Visit your mother. It’s been a while.
>>Visit Sister Gloria to get a uniform for Saber.
>>Visit Father McManus for work.
>>Visit Damien for the latest scoop.
>>Investigate the hotel downtown. If it’s the Einzbern’s base, she’s almost certainly there in the daytime.
>>See if there’s something you can do to build your relationship with Rider.
>>(Write-in)

>>3727350
>>Visit your mother. It’s been a while.

>>3727350
>>Visit your mother. It’s been a while.
We should talk to Saber about the fight with Shielder at some point.

>>3727350
>>>Visit your mother. It’s been a while.
Guys, we can't marry her if we don't talk to her

>>3727484
>Guys, we can't marry her
But that's a sin, anon.

>>3727488
We aren't blood related so it's okay!

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>>3727517
>this fucking meme again

>>3727350
>>Visit your mother. It’s been a while.

>>3727350
>>>Visit your mother. It’s been a while.

>>3727350
>Visit your mother. It’s been a while.

>>3727517
Kirei was a priest, and had a blood-related child. Apparently the church in the nasuverse allows its clergy to have children. Do you know Edgar isn't blood related?

>>3727350
>Visit your mother. It’s been a while.

>>3727941
Kirei wasn't exactly a law-abiding executor

>>3727941
>>3727942
It's important to note that Executors and priests are not the same. Kirei is only an Executor, thus Rin's references to him as a "fake priest". It might seem strange, but consider that women can be Executors too whereas only men can be priests in the Catholic Church. Because Executors are not priests, they are not bound by the same restrictions such as the vow of celibacy that priests take. There's no regulation against Executors getting married or having kids.

Risei Kotomine is a strange case, since he is a priest and still has a blood-related child. I don't recall any mention of Risei being officially married, though, and it's not unheard of for priests to father kids, though the degree of Risei's involvement in Kirei's life is certainly strange. In the real world, it's my understanding that the Catholic Church tries to cover up incidents where priests father children and doesn't usually dismiss priests for the transgression.

>>3727993
And Edgar's mother is also an executor. So, there still doesn't seem to be any reason he can't be her biological child.

>>3728000
I fail to see the issue.

>>3728013
I was making the point due to >>3727517. I haven't seen anything to indicate that what anon said is accurate, and wanted to clear that up.

>>3728022
Oh well.
There's still no problem.
Mom best girl.

It’s been several days since you last saw Mom. As the overseer, she’s probably spending most of her time in the church on campus. You make the brief trek out the door of the residence hall and through the sacristy into the chancel. It doesn’t take more than a second to find your mother sitting in the front pew with a laptop on her knees. An open box of donuts rests beside her. She notices you mid-bite. A few sprinkles drop into her lap as she tears off the piece in her mouth.

“Mmm!” Her call is muffled as she beckons to you with the half-eaten pastry. She spends the next few seconds hastily chewing and swallowing what she’s bitten off while you walk over. “Edgar, good morning! Take a seat. Have a couple donuts. They’re good today.” She closes the laptop and puts it aside with her free hand. She’s either gotten over her despair at your entry into the War or is hiding it excellently.

You sit down on the other side of the box and take a donut. It’s a mystery how Mom managed to get a fresh dozen onto school grounds this early in the morning, but she’s done it so many times before that it’s not a surprise anymore. She likes to refer to it as her ‘ultimate technique’ and has promised to teach you once you’re old enough. Famished, you take a large bite of your donut. Looks like this will be your breakfast today; you’ll probably have two or three before you’re done.

“You’re not alone, are you?” your mother asks while eating. “Where’s your Servant?”

Saber appears several feet in front of your mother, standing as formally as ever.

“I am here. I apologize,” your Servant says, bowing slightly before returning to an upright stance, “I did not intend to act rudely.”

“Hmm…” Mom examines the young woman for a moment. “I didn’t get a good look at you before, but you’re quite a cutie, aren’t you? So, have you been keeping my son safe?”

“Yes,” Saber replies. “Thus far, I have done all in my power to preserve his life.”

“That’s good to hear. I’m glad you’re doing your job. Have you been getting any sort of compensation for your work?” Her hand reaches over, grabs your shoulder, and playfully shakes you. Only now do you see the smirk on her face. “Maybe the chance to sleep with a soft, warm Eddy bear at night?”

Saber’s eyes widen with surprise and a muffled squeak escapes her throat despite her closed lips. Her face begins to flush, but she doesn’t break her stance. In fact, her stiffness becomes exaggerated to the point of awkwardness.

“Mom!” you interject with all the authority of an embarrassed child. While it might seem like you’re trying to protect Saber from the teasing, you’re more alarmed by Mom’s use of that old nickname. Your mother cackles.

“I still haven’t forgiven her for sneaking up on me. She’s just gonna have to get used to this!”

It seems she intends to pay your Servant back with interest for thinking about killing her when they first met. Saber takes time to recover from her unexpectedly severe response to a simple tease.

“Anyway,” your mother turns to you, “how about you? How have you been faring in the War?”

It’s safe to say you’ll be offering a recap on your efforts thus far. However, you’d like to make a point of talking to Mom about…

>>...your encounter with Charlotte. You want to trust the people you meet, but you also don’t want your life put at risk like that a second time.
>>...your near kill of the Einzbern Master. Your attack was necessary for your survival, but you feel bad about trying to kill someone as defenseless as she was in that moment.
>>...the humanoid mystery hunter. While there’s no guarantee the killer has a taste for human flesh, they ought to be stopped before you find out if they do.
>>(Write-in)

>>...the humanoid mystery hunter. While there’s no guarantee the killer has a taste for human flesh, they ought to be stopped before you find out if they do.

>>3729483
>>...the humanoid mystery hunter. While there’s no guarantee the killer has a taste for human flesh, they ought to be stopped before you find out if they do.
we /seigi no mikata/ now
And it looks like mom is setting us up with Saber...?

>>3729483
>...the humanoid mystery hunter. While there’s no guarantee the killer has a taste for human flesh, they ought to be stopped before you find out if they do.
>By the way, you got any free info on other masters or servants?

>>3729483
>>>...the humanoid mystery hunter. While there’s no guarantee the killer has a taste for human flesh, they ought to be stopped before you find out if they do.

>>3729483
>...the humanoid mystery hunter. While there’s no guarantee the killer has a taste for human flesh, they ought to be stopped before you find out if they do.

>>3729483
>...the humanoid mystery hunter. While there’s no guarantee the killer has a taste for human flesh, they ought to be stopped before you find out if they do.

>>3729483
>>...the humanoid mystery hunter. While there’s no guarantee the killer has a taste for human flesh, they ought to be stopped before you find out if they do.

It’s worth dedicating some time to the deer carcass and its mysterious killer. Lancer’s assessment worries you greatly - whoever did it, they’re inhumanly strong, exceptionally stealthy, and utterly voracious. It’s probably only a matter of time before the culprit starts devouring regular people. You won’t start with the mystery, though; getting right down to business would deprive you of this conversation with your mother.

“Well, the first night, I went over all my weapons and Saber’s abilities,” you begin. “The next day, I raided Mr. Brigante’s belongings for the information he had on other Masters.”

“Intel first! That’s my boy,” Mom says, ruffling your hair. “I taught you well!”

“After that,” you continue, maneuvering away from her meddling fingers with effort, “I went downtown, ran into the Master of Assassin, and fought past Archer to reach the suburbs.” You decide not to linger on this topic, having promised Father McManus that you wouldn’t dwell on Charlotte.

“That was a real pain, you know,” your mother comments. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to cover up so much destruction on such short notice? I even had to issue a warning to Archer’s Master not to cause so much damage again!” Suddenly, her voice and countenance twist with rage. “And then you came back half dead because of those sordid rodents!” She slams a fist onto the pew, and the anger dissipates as quickly as it appeared. “Sorry about that. Keep going.”

“The next night featured a clash with the Einzbern Master. I almost stuck her through the throat, but Shielder practically concussed me with a spell, so my aim was just a few inches off. They managed to escape.”

“Eh, it happens. Try not to get hung up on your mistakes. Just be sure to do better next time.”

Now, for the main event. It’s time to alert the overseer of the danger lurking in the shadows.

“Last night didn’t have much action, but it revealed something very worrying. I encountered Lancer in the suburbs, who was examining the mostly-eaten corpse of a deer. He explained the evidence to me and suggested that the killer is humanoid. Whether Servant, bloodsucker, or something else entirely, I can’t say.”

“Where is it?” your mother asks, her tone now stern. You describe its location to the best of your ability. “What else can you tell me about the body?”

“Fleshy parts were consumed, anything protected by bones was untouched, and scraps were left on the ground,” you explain. “Based on what was eaten and the state the carcass was left in, I think it was devoured and abandoned in a hurry, either for fear of being caught or sheer hunger.” You surprise yourself by drawing a conclusion on the spot beyond what Lancer had told you. “Lancer seemed to think the body was moved to where we found it, which would make the killer very strong. Despite that, neither Lancer nor I could find any footprints. Whatever we’re dealing with, it’s unbelievably stealthy. It’s clearly not a normal human, and I doubt its diet is restricted to venison. I can’t be certain that this is connected to the Holy Grail War, but it's a danger to the public regardless.”

“You’re right not to take a chance,” Mom commends you. “I’ll get someone on it right away. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Sorry, but now that you’ve given me business to take care of, I need to start working. Thanks a lot for coming to see me!”

You stand, leaving behind the near empty box of donuts as your mother resumes operation of her laptop. This is probably all you can manage in the hopes of tracking down the hunter until another carcass turns up. In the meantime, the morning is almost over, and you need a way to spend the next few hours.

>>Talk to Saber.
>>Visit Sister Gloria to get a uniform for Saber.
>>Visit Father McManus for work.
>>Visit Damien for the latest scoop.
>>Investigate the hotel downtown. If it’s the Einzbern’s base, she’s almost certainly there in the daytime.
>>See if there’s something you can do to build your relationship with Rider.
>>(Write-in)

>>3731538
>>Talk to Saber.
>>Visit Sister Gloria to get a uniform for Saber.

>>3731538
>>Talk to Saber.

>>3731538
>>Talk to Saber.
>>Visit Sister Gloria to get a uniform for Saber.

>>3731538
>>Talk to Saber.
>>See if there’s something you can do to build your relationship with Rider.

>>3731538
>>>Visit Sister Gloria to get a uniform for Saber.

>>3731538
>Talk to Saber.
>Visit Sister Gloria to get a uniform for Saber.

>>3731538
>Talk to Saber.

Leaving the church behind, you return to your room for some privacy. You’d like to talk to Saber for a bit to discuss recent developments. You twirl around the office chair to face the window as a seat for your conversational partner. The bed beneath the glass becomes your throne.

“Saber, could you materialize?” you ask. “I’d like to speak with you.”

Your Servant appears before the chair you prepared for her, but unsurprisingly, she doesn’t sit, instead standing at attention.

“Of course, Master,” Saber replies calmly. “What do you wish to discuss?”

“Do you think there’s more than one Einzbern?” It’s been nagging at the back of your mind since you encountered the girl, but you haven’t had the chance to think about it until now. The silver-haired girl that Damien wanted you to find was supposedly older than you are, but the girl you encountered was undeniably younger. Shielder’s taunt revealed another contradiction - he and his Master had caused the landslide in the state park two nights before you fought, which is the same night that Damien’s informant spotted the older girl in the suburbs. “Two silver-haired girls of different ages in different places at the same time… Are they acting as a team?”

“It is possible that there are two working independently of one another while still considering themselves to be allies,” Saber offers. “If both Servants are as powerful as Shielder, it would certainly be more effective to split up and cover more ground. Should they stick together, it would encourage the other Masters to form a coalition against them as the strongest enemy.” That’s a good point, but if it’s true, you have a problem. Now that you’ve tried and failed to kill one, the pair of them may hunt you down together.

“Speaking of Shielder, did you notice anything while fighting him? Anything that could help identify him?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Saber sounds a bit disappointed in herself. “Nothing beyond the fact that I could not wound him with my blade.”

It’s too bad that Saber has no information for you, but what little you’ve seen may be enough to go on. It’s quite clear that Shielder’s body itself, or at least his skin, serves as his shield. Then there’s the rune spell he used on you. Runes, as you well know, are a Northern European family of magecraft, meaning Shielder is probably Irish or Germanic. You rack your brain for any heroes who fit the criteria.

>>3733547
>>3733568
It's obviously Scathatch
Not only immortal but also powerful wizard
The records of her being female must have been false
>Honestly speaking I excepted more from Saber class servant

You scratch your head, reaching deep into your memories, and unearth stories from your childhood. Sister Gloria’s tales, abridged though they were for a child, paint Sigurd as a strong contender, with invulnerable skin and runes learned from a valkyrie. However, Shielder’s personality is inconsistent with what you imagine Sigurd’s would be. While he obeyed the orders of his Master, his attitude was lively. His casual tone and attempt to incite trash-talk suggest he was more concerned about enjoying the battle than winning it. Sigurd, having been raised in a court, would have better manners before a duel.

You dig deeper still. Father McManus loved to recount detailed fables from his homeland, like the construction of the Giant’s Causeway and the tragedy of Diarmuid and Gráinne’s love affair. Now that you’ve stopped to consider it, one particular favorite character of Father’s sticks out like a sore thumb. How could you have forgotten? The poster child for why women are not to be trusted and the foster-brother of the legendary Cú Chulainn; Ferdiad.

If Shielder really is Ferdiad, you have a huge problem on your hands. According to legend, Ferdiad’s skin cannot be pierced by any weapon, and he trained under the fearsome warrior woman Scáthach to be his best friend and fellow disciple’s equal in nearly all martial capacities. Even worse, when Ferdiad and Cú Chulainn face each other in mortal combat, Ferdiad very nearly wins - Cú Chulainn is only able to claim victory through the power of the Gáe Bolg. How on Earth can you defeat an indestructible man with the skill to best the Hound of Ulster?

“Let’s assume that Shielder’s skin is impenetrable,” you say to Saber. “Is there some way that you can beat him without your dangerous last resort?”

Saber lowers her gaze and does not speak. There’s something she’s not telling you. You suppose that’s to be expected; there’s an emotional rift between the two of you as superior and subordinate that, thus far, you’ve made no effort to close. If she’s worried about something other than your safety, she’s unlikely to open up about it. You remain silent for a few moments to find the right words.

“Saber,” you say at last, “you’ve been doing a great job as my Servant, but you never say anything unless it’s related to the war. I see you as more than just a weapon. It’s okay to talk to me; I’m willing to listen if you have concerns.” More silence.

“Master…” When Saber finally speaks, her voice has regained the uncharacteristic timidity of two nights prior. “When I am in battle, do… do you find me… unsightly?”

>>”No, not particularly. You’re a Servant, right? Fighting at that level is what you do.”
>>”If I’m being honest, yes, I find your ferocity somewhat unnerving.”
>>”On the contrary, I think that’s when you’re at your most beautiful.”
>>(Write-in)

>>3733584
>”If I’m being honest, yes, I find your ferocity somewhat unnerving.”
More the ferocity than anything. Lady was going crazy.

>>3733584
>”On the contrary, I think that’s when you’re at your most beautiful.”
Turn on the charm!

>>3733584
>>>”On the contrary, I think that’s when you’re at your most beautiful.”
This choice is how you get a smashed pelvis during future intercourse.

>>3733584
>>”On the contrary, I think that’s when you’re at your most beautiful.”
Naisu.
>>3733580
Wew

>>3733584
>”On the contrary, I think that’s when you’re at your most beautiful.”

>>3733584
>>”No, not particularly. You’re a Servant, right? Fighting at that level is what you do.”
>>3733597
>>3733599
>>3733640
>>3733731
Did you forget that Edgar only tells what he believes to be the truth? He doesn't do "the charm," he's like a level 7 autismo. So if we go with this then he's REALLY into the homicidal chicks. I think that's probably a bad way to go.

>>3733755
I wasn't voting for it.

>>3733584
>>”No, not particularly. You’re a Servant, right? Fighting at that level is what you do."

>>3733760
>I wasn't voting for it.
You certainly had me fooled.

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>>3733766
I thought the "smashed pelvis" bit would've tipped it off. Can't delete it now, though.

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>>3733776
Hey, man, some people are into that. I can never tell with this crowd. Shitposts are shitposts, sure, but votes are votes too and they're not mutually exclusive.

>>3733793
Okay. Well, we should take the neutral option because >>3733755 and I don't want this answer to bite is in the ass, down the line.

>>3733584
>>”No, not particularly. You’re a Servant, right? Fighting at that level is what you do.”
I wouldn't call it unnerving, at least.

>>3733584
>”No, not particularly. You’re a Servant, right? Fighting at that level is what you do.”

>>3733584
>>>”On the contrary, I think that’s when you’re at your most beautiful.”
It's only keeping up with the tastes we have shown off so far

>>3733584
>”On the contrary, I think that’s when you’re at your most beautiful.”

>>3734243
sure it is

>>3733584
>>”No, not particularly. You’re a Servant, right? Fighting at that level is what you do.”

>>3734250
Good thing we can agree

You're superhuman anyway
>>3733755
>>3733764
>>3733846
>>3734178
>>3734251

Your frenzy spooks me
>>3733590

You're cute when you're angry
>>3733597
>>3733640
>>3733731
>>3734243
>>3734246

Yet another tie. We sure do have a lot of these, don't we?

>>3733584
>>”On the contrary, I think that’s when you’re at your most beautiful.”
Breaking the tie.

To prove I'm not a samefag, I'll contribute by suggesting that Saber has the skill Sadistic Constitution, looking at her enthusiasm in a fight.

>>3734610
Your asking us to die by snu-snu, boy... or just die.

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>>3734617
I am.

>>3734613
It could also be low rank Mad Enhancement related to her legend.

>>3734610
I'll support.

>>3734658
It could be, but what are the odds that a class skill was given to the wrong class versus the odds that she has this personal skill?

>>3734610
Welp. We sure have some peculiar taste in women. No wonder we have people trying to arrange our love life.

>>3735270
We just haven't realized we want to fuck our mom

>>3735270
>peculiar
*Patrician
FTFY

>>3735413
Anon, there's a difference between liking girls that can kick your ass and liking girls that are liable to kill you, with or without a safe word.

>>3735426
Yeah, girls liable to kill you are even better!

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>>3735433
Anon, no. We're basically encouraging her to cut loose whenever she feels like it because it makes our Black Key become the Big Black Key!

>>3735443
As far as I'm concerned, Saber is a mom approved choice.
At least we're not launching ourselves at enemy servants like Shirou.

>>3735456
Mom is less likely to smash our pelvis, on account of mother-based incest being a sin.

>>3735477
But what if we wished that it wasn't a sin on the holy grail...?

>>3735612
God may transcend ethics, but the Grail isn't God. It's still sin.

>>3735790
I'm going to redefine sin.

>>3735790
better solution:
>wish on the grail to meet god
>sell our soul to god in exchange for letting us fuck mom and making her want it
>do it

>>3735957
>implying she doesn't already want it on some level
Every son should be their mom's ideal man. If this isn't true, we've already failed.

“On the contrary,” you say, a bit embarrassed to admit it, “I think that’s when you’re at your most beautiful.” You wouldn’t lie about anything, let alone this. Her darting movements, her rippling hair, her rhythmic snarling, her feral gaze… Somehow, the frenzy was alluring. You’ve never been exposed to that variety of beauty before, but you find it to be beautiful all the same.

“What!?” Saber’s widened eyes snap up to yours as her face begins to burn red.

“I said,” you say with more conviction this time, “I found your display of wild grace to be captivating.” You doubt that most people would find equal splendor in Saber’s battle fever, but public opinion has never been a sound measure of quality.

“Then you would not be disgusted by my Noble Phantasm?” Saber both sounds and looks equal parts embarrassed, surprised, and hopeful. You didn’t expect to receive such a question, though; she already told you about her Noble Phantasm, and it doesn’t sound particularly repulsive.

“Why would a flaming tornado disgust me?” you ask. Saber hesitates again before speaking and looks away, ashamed.

“My… My Noble Phantasm is not… a tornado of fire, per se. The flames are merely a quality bestowed upon it by my nature as a Servant, granting it the outward appearance of a burning whirlwind. The reality of the power, and its aftermath, are…” Saber’s attentive stance breaks somewhat as she shrinks in humiliation, fists clenched in nervous tension. Her face is turned so far down and away from yours that her eyes are now completely hidden by her long hair. “...grotesque, as its core is the twisting rather than the blaze.”

For as dedicated as Saber is to her Servant role, she’s been astonishingly reserved about the true nature of her abilities. But it seems you’ve begun to earn her confidence, even if only a little bit.

“Your Noble Phantasm will not disgust me, nor will I loathe you for your powers,” you reassure her. “I swear it.”

“Truly...?” Saber’s head rotates just enough for one of her scarlet eyes to catch sight of you.

“Don’t you remember why I’m fighting this war?” You feel a soft grin form on your lips. Saber should know by now that your word can be trusted.

“...Very well.” After taking a moment to collect herself, Saber suddenly snaps back to attention and bows almost ninety degrees, her face once again hidden from your eyes. Your Servant’s movement is swift, but in the brief moment she stands upright you are able to glimpse her smile. “I rededicate myself to your service, Master.” Without another word, Saber fades from view.

You turn around on your bed and look out the window over one of the school’s gardens. It’s the afternoon now, and between the shade of a few surrounding trees and the one cast by your residence hall, it’s become a perfectly pleasant spot for couples to spend a weekend afternoon. It’s not too densely populated; freedom to leave campus on weekend days draws most lovestruck teens off school grounds. Romantic partners will keep each other company until evening, but you require a different pastime.

>>Visit Sister Gloria to get a uniform for Saber.
>>Visit Father McManus for work.
>>Visit Damien for the latest scoop.
>>Investigate the hotel downtown. If it’s the Einzbern’s base, she’s almost certainly there in the daytime.
>>See if there’s something you can do to build your relationship with Rider.
>>(Write-in)

>>3736126
>>Visit Sister Gloria to get a uniform for Saber.

>>3736126
>Investigate the hotel downtown. If it’s the Einzbern’s base, she’s almost certainly there in the daytime.

>>3736126
>>Visit Sister Gloria to get a uniform for Saber.

>>3736126
>Visit Sister Gloria to get a uniform for Saber.

>>3736126
>>Visit Sister Gloria to get a uniform for Saber.
Saber is best girl fight me

>>3736126
>>Visit Sister Gloria to get a uniform for Saber.

>>3736149
> romance flags with servant
>acting really brash and naive
>idealized parent figure

Full Fate route it is, I guess.

>>3736126
>Visit Sister Gloria to get a uniform for Saber.

Any chance Saber here could be Tomoe Gozen?

>fire based NP
>skilled with array of weapons
>minor Mad Enhancement
>muh Yoshinaka-sama

Edgar has that Shirou-brand Autism perfect for attracting Servants.

>>3737045
Edgar is far more human than Shirou. Weird by normal standards, but quite average compared to "I am the bone of my sword"

>>3737047
Obviously.
Shirou is fucking mental.

>>3736918
Maybe. Although Saber has black hair while Tomoe in F/GO has white hair.

>>3737052
Saying Edgar has Shirou-brand autism is a misstatement.

Shirou has Autism EX, whereas Edgar has Autism D. Totally different levels.

>>3736126
>>>Investigate the hotel downtown. If it’s the Einzbern’s base, she’s almost certainly there in the daytime.
>>3737125
And Madness Enhancement(bad girls) D

>>3737132
>D
We are raising this to at least A by the end of the week

>>3737115
Yeah that's where I'm basing this off of. QM did say he changed up some canon servants. Let's ask if she likes vidya games

>>3736918
>>muh Yoshinaka-sama
Nigga what
Where do you see that?
>>3736126
>>Visit Father McManus for work
We're not giving our new waifu some shit-tier Catholic schoolgirl uniform. She deserves better.

Saber a best, btw.
Only mom could possibly compare.

>>3737193
>shit-tier Catholic schoolgirl uniform
Do you have eyes?

>>3737159
I get the feeling that Shielder's master is one of those super bitchy and sadistic ojousamas who is going to take advantage of Edgar's politeness and work ethic.Maybe even try make him kiss her foot.

>>3737205
I went to Catholic school, it triggers me more than it arouses me

>>3737193
>She deserves better
I agree
But where are we going to get bunny girl outfit?

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>>3737234
God will provide, my friend.

>>3737211
>it triggers me more than it arouses me
Then what was the point of
>I went to Catholic school
if you can't even enjoy some catholic schoolgirl uniforms?

>>3737251
Obviously, otherwise you'd appreciate the Catholic Schoolgirl aesthetic.

Oh no no no.

>>3736120
>>See if there’s something you can do to build your relationship with Rider.

>>3736126
>>Visit Sister Gloria to get a uniform for Saber

Sorry, but no update tonight, folks. I'll try to push out two for tomorrow, but no promises.

You should acquire a school uniform for Saber. It’s the most convenient way to allow Saber to join you in public. You may not have a vehicle yet, but procuring the uniform now will let you make use of a car as soon as you have access to one. Saber will also hopefully appreciate the ability to stretch her physical legs outside of battle. It will also be possible to enlist her aid in various tasks without fearing a passerby spotting your Servant in her full Japanese armor. And, well… you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious as to how Saber will look.

A brief trek to the other side of the hilltop brings you to where Sister Gloria lives. Somehow, she’s been granted a small house to live in by herself. You suspect it’s related to her status as an Executor currently feigning life as a conventual. You’re sworn to play along with the charade in public, though you’ve never understood its necessity. While Agrippa Brigante was to live in a curious one-story, one-room shack with a basement, Sister Gloria occupies a humble but comparatively lavish two-story structure. Not many have, but you’ve spent a good deal of time inside; the building has served as your place of occult learning for the past few years.

You climb the wooden stairs of the porch and knock on the door. Gloria keeps a stockpile of spare uniform articles in case the need for some arises. All you need to do is ask her for a favor. The entrance swings open, revealing the home’s sole inhabitant. A woman your height with short brown hair and blue eyes happily greets you wearing the habit of a nun, though as usual, she’s not wearing a headdress.

“Edgar, hello!” she says. “What can I help you with?”

“Can I come in?” you reply. Since it has to do with the Holy Grail War, you’d rather not talk about it in the open.

“Certainly!” She allows you inside. The foyer is narrow to maximize space in the other rooms of the petite residence. White plaster walls and a hardwood floor are disrupted by a staircase to the second floor to the side. She leads you through a doorway in the opposite wall to her living room and offers you a seat on one end of the couch before taking her own place on the other. “So, what do you need?”

“I… need to get my hands on a spare girl’s uniform,” you say slowly, avoiding eye contact. Obviously, Sister Gloria will hesitate to hand girl’s uniforms over to male students on request. This is going to be awkward to explain.

“Is this for your Servant?” Gloria asks immediately, prompting you to look at her in surprise. “Oh, don’t worry. Emilia already told me about everything.” You’re not sure Mom is supposed to divulge that sort of information to anyone, but Gloria is her best friend and comrade-in-arms. If telling Gloria were against the rules, your mother would just reinterpret or simply rewrite relevant regulations.

“Saber, it’s okay,” you begin your order. You’re very surprised by Gloria’s understanding, but you know you can trust her the same way you would Mom. “Come on out.”

Your Servant appears by the armrest, ever upright. Sister Gloria stands up to examine Saber, circling like a shark. She focuses on Saber’s head and hair, since Saber’s figure remains concealed by armor.

“Oh my, aren’t you a darling! Let’s take your measurements upstairs and I’ll get you outfitted appropriately.” Saber bows silently and Sister Gloria leads her out of the room. Before disappearing from sight, the Executor turns to you with a smile and a wink. “No peeking, alright?”

“Of course,” you reply. That wink, though playful, was also a promise. If you try to climb the stairs during this process, you will suddenly find yourself able to empathize with Brigante’s special package. You hear wooden creaks as the women climb the steps. You’ve no choice but to wait until they are finished.

>>Stay put and wait not-so-patiently. You can’t peek, but you’re going to see Saber’s uniform the second she comes down those stairs.
>>Poke around the first floor to entertain yourself. Maybe you can find something of interest?
>>(Write-in)

>>3741497
>Imagine how saber would look in various outfits like schoolgirl outfit, bunnygirl outfit, giant mascot outfit or even maid outfit!

>>3741497
>Poke around the first floor to entertain yourself. Maybe you can find something of interest?
This may take a bit.

>>3741497
Supporting >>3741555

>>3741497
>>Poke around the first floor to entertain yourself. Maybe you can find something of interest?

>>3741555
Supporting this madman.

>>3741497
>Poke around the first floor to entertain yourself. Maybe you can find something of interest?

>>3741497
>>Poke around the first floor to entertain yourself. Maybe you can find something of interest?

>>3741497
Supporting>>3741555

>>3741497
Supporting >>3741555. Ferdiad will never catch us again, not when we shift into maximum overfate!

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>all these people supporting >>3741555
How does that make sense for a Christiautist?

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>>3742192
Repressed lust creates the horniest of individuals.
I'm talking about Edgar, not us.Ok that's a lie.

>>3742217
Stop projecting your degeneracy onto Edgar.

>>3742192
Saber is approved by Mom.

>>3741497
>the Executor turns to you with a smile and a wink
I'm surprised no one has suggested the Mom + Gloria threesome true end

>>3742239
Might as well tell Shiro to stop being a sword.

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>>3741497
>Poke around the first floor to entertain yourself. Maybe you can find something of interest?
Also, I need to vote for this. Edgar can put his dick in his hand at a later date. Right now we need to snoop on Mommy's friend for info.
>>3742217
There's a time and a place for everything, but not now!

Fantasize about Saber in various states of (un)dress
>>3741555
>>3741595
>>3741822
>>3742163
>>3742179

Poke around
>>3741563
>>3741770
>>3741827
>>3741901
>>3742299

Can you guys agree on anything?

>>3742192
Edgar is a teenage boy who knowingly walked into a hail of worse-than-gunfire to spend time with a pretty girl and had no regrets afterward. Sitting on a couch and imagining what Saber's hiding isn't that much of a stretch if that's what anons want to do here.

>>3742350
It may not be much of a stretch, but it does seem like a fairly pointless scene. Why not take the option to actually do something instead of sitting around and fantasizing?

>>3742352
It would be pretty pointless save some small change in Edgar's character, but if anons want to waste an opportunity in order to do something stupid, then I'm not always going to shield them from making bad or suboptimal decisions.

>>3742364
Why don't we wander around looking to do something while fantasizing about Saber in various stages of undress instead?

>>3742350
I'll change my vote to poking around so we can get a move on.

>>3741555

Supporting

>>3742364
Wait, you mean that this executor is also a master or what?
I seriously doubt she has anything relevant out in the open that we can see within 15 minutes that getting Saber her outfit will take

>>3742369
Or we could not try to make every other update about how horny Edgar is or which girl anons want to stick their dicks in.

>>3742562
No.

>>3742562
That would run contrary to the spirit of Fate in the FGO waifugacha era.

>>3742540
>tied again
Dammit.
>>3742562
We're not that bad and this is a light scene anyways.
>>3742545
We did get that antimagic pendant from her so there might be some other trinket or whatever that she is working on. Or maybe some background lore.

>>3742562
What does doing highly sophisticated things like imagining girls in bunny outfits has to do with wanting to fuck girls?

>>3742350
>poke around

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>>3742562
Also it takes a certain amount of autism for a mage to truly shine. Is it objectionable that Edgar has an obsession with Eros?

There isn’t much else for you to do until Saber and Sister Gloria return. In the meantime, you figure you may as well entertain yourself by having a look around Sister Gloria’s place. Given who she is, there’s bound to be something interesting tucked away in one of the usual hiding places.

You know the house like the back of your hand. Gloria doesn’t keep anything of import in the living room just in case someone gets curious like you are now. You pass through the door behind the couch that leads into the kitchen. Few hiding spots are in this room, but all possible locations are worth investigating. You pat the highest shelves of the cupboards, where the surfaces can’t be seen even while standing. It’s an unconventional spot, but if Gloria has sensitive material she wants to read while eating, it’ll be here. Unfortunately, you can’t feel anything hidden under the glasses.

It’s certain that you will find an entertaining paper or two in the study. The kitchen has four doorways; one to the living room, one to the foyer, one to the basement directly under the staircase and one more to the study. Only the last two entrances are outfitted with proper doors. The office itself is small and has no windows, equipped with several bookshelves and a desk. If nothing pops up here, you’ll head to the basement to see if Sister Gloria has any new toys.

You open the top drawer of the desk, remove its contents, and pop out the false bottom. While Gloria’s methods of concealment are low-tech, they only need to prevent normal people from stumbling upon her secrets. As a place where members of the Church gather, the academy is very safe from outside attack. Within the hidden compartment is a folder, which you promptly remove and flip open. You recognize the style and formatting of the type - it’s one of Agrippa Brigante’s intel files! Gloria must have gotten to them before you! But why did she take this one?

The documents concern a local man named Alceste Lucroy. He appears to be a figure of great interest to Brigante, as this file is by far the most detailed of the four you’ve read. The Lucroy family is of French origin, but their magical ability began to decline some time ago and they emigrated in a desperate bid to reverse the process. No such luck - they’ve been floundering while living under the Marshall family’s jurisdiction for decades now. Given his weak magical lineage, Alceste has developed a preference for rituals and traps that do not require quick, powerful bursts of magical energy and can instead be built or powered over a period of time. His home is a relatively isolated structure in the suburbs, but due to his specialties, the entire property is something of a deathtrap. Most interesting is a page towards the end. It warns that the Lucroy family is notorious for stealing from other magi families, but the details have been heavily redacted.

Thumping interrupts your reading as two people descend the stairs. You hastily return the drawer to its previous state and leave the study as you found it, moving to the entrance hall to greet them. When you round the corner, though, your Servant is nowhere to be found. Only Sister Gloria awaits, with a look of mild surprise.

“Oh dear, Saber is self-conscious! That’s a shame. She looks so good in uniform, too,” Gloria says to your disappointment. “I’d ask you to stay for dinner, but I don’t have enough food for two tonight.” You excuse yourself, and Sister Gloria sees you out the door with a smile and a wave. “Don’t snoop without permission next time, okay?” Another wink, and the door closes before you can respond. It seems her security improved without your knowledge.

Sunset paints the gardens gold as your growling stomach propels you to the refectory. You ponder your plan for tonight as much as what you want to eat.

>>Go to the hotel. If the Einzbern really is there, you and Saber might be able to track down and finish off Shielder.
>>Patrol the eastern portion of town. Since Mom issued Archer’s Master a warning, you shouldn’t need to worry about getting sniped anymore.
>>Head to the residence of Alceste Lucroy and try to draw out his Servant.
>>Remain on school grounds to do something you haven’t done today. (What?)
>>(Write-in)

>>3743297
>Patrol the eastern portion of town. Since Mom issued Archer’s Master a warning, you shouldn’t need to worry about getting sniped anymore
Really missing Charlotte. The only good girl besides mommy.

>>3743297
>>Patrol the eastern portion of town. Since Mom issued Archer’s Master a warning, you shouldn’t need to worry about getting sniped anymore.
If Lucroy's a weak magus, he's probably tried to summon a Berserker to improve his chances.

>>3743297
>>>Patrol the eastern portion of town. Since Mom issued Archer’s Master a warning, you shouldn’t need to worry about getting sniped anymore.
Tell Saber not to make us waste a command seal to see her.

>>3743297
Whoops. The second choice should read "western" instead of "eastern".

>>3743297
>Patrol the eastern portion of town. Since Mom issued Archer’s Master a warning, you shouldn’t need to worry about getting sniped anymore.
Damn it.

>>3743297
>Patrol the eastern portion of town. Since Mom issued Archer’s Master a warning, you shouldn’t need to worry about getting sniped anymore.

>>3743297
>>Patrol the eastern portion of town. Since Mom issued Archer’s Master a warning, you shouldn’t need to worry about getting sniped anymore.

>>3743297
>Patrol the eastern portion of town. Since Mom issued Archer’s Master a warning, you shouldn’t need to worry about getting sniped anymore.

>>3743297
>>Patrol the western portion of town. Since Mom issued Archer’s Master a warning, you shouldn’t need to worry about getting sniped anymore.

The western half of town is as quiet as you expected. Your patrol is a silent walk through darkened streets, unmolested by Archer’s prying eyes and piercing arrows. Saber remains invisible as she follows you. A few hours have passed, and your Servant has yet to reveal her uniform-clad self. It’s unfortunate, but you’re sure you’ll see her in due time.

Master, I am detecting the presence of two Servants, Saber alerts you. I believe they are currently fighting. How should we proceed?

Lead the way, you order. This is very fortunate for you - if they’re already in combat, then you can take advantage of the situation to eliminate the greater threat. After several nights with no success, you might even get two kills at once! You just hope the ones fighting are your enemies rather than those you’ve been trying to get along with.

You take off, turning right and left street after street as Saber directs you towards the fighting. As you draw near, the clamor of battle swells. Clashing noises are interspersed with a deep, inhuman roaring. What living creature could make that sound?

The tumult is loud enough now that the battle must be around the next corner. Carefully, you peek around the edge of the building to survey the battlefield.

Down the road, the back of Shielder faces you as the Servant takes blows from a long, two-handed battleaxe. The man wielding it is even larger than his opponent. The unknown Servant wears a coat of mail and a helmet reminiscent of a Norseman in the Viking Age. Whenever his mouth opens, a resounding bellow erupts from within. Would that make this Berserker?

“grooooOOOOOOOOOOOOoooohh!”

Each swing of the war axe is deflected by a strike from Shielder’s forearms. Any attempt Shielder makes to close the gap is evaded or repelled with a dexterity unbecoming of a man so large. Neither fighter shows any sign of exhaustion. For now, it’s a stalemate.

There’s no way the combatants haven’t noticed Saber, but neither can afford to acknowledge your presence without exposing himself to his opponent. Try as you might, you can’t find any sign of either Master. You have plenty of freedom to make your move.

>>Order Saber to attack Berserker! Kill the mad dog before it runs wild!
>>Order Saber to attack Shielder! You couldn’t finish him before, but with two Servants you might be able to take him down!
>>Search for the other Masters! If you can find and eliminate either, you’ll have one less enemy!
>>Leave before you get involved. It would be foolish to insert yourself between these two.
>>(Write-in)

>>3745045
>>Order Saber to attack Berserker! Kill the mad dog before it runs wild!
Saber can't hurt Shielder

>>3745045
>Search for the other Masters! If you can find and eliminate either, you’ll have one less enemy!
While Berserker distracts Shielder, find the Einzbern

>>3745045
>>>(Write-in)
Changed my vote to observe from a distance. We were just wondering if the Einzburn had backup who knows if they aren't lying in wait. Hell both servants could be Einzburn's out here putting on a show trying to lure Archer out.

>>3745045
>>Search for the other Masters! If you can find and eliminate either, you’ll have one less enemy!

>>3745072
>Hell both servants could be Einzburn's out here putting on a show trying to lure Archer out

I'm wondering about that too. Theoretically, Berserker and Shielder could both be fighting all out and we wouldn't be able to tell if they are actually trying to kill each other or not because Shielder is just so damn durable.

>>3745072
This. We can also finish off victor of this battle.
Even if it will end in stalemate possible intel on both Servants might worth it.

>>3745045
>Try to look cool while you watch the fight from a roof with Saber

>>3745113
Instead of going full Shirou, we go full Tokiomi

>>3745079
Now I'm even more sure this is being staged. Some other Servant shows up to investigate, Shielder disengages leaving Berzerker to fight the newcomer then catches them in a pincer not having to worry about friendly fire at all.
>>3745116
Hopefully we pay more attention to what's going on around us than he did.

>>3745045
>>Search for the other Masters! If you can find and eliminate either, you’ll have one less enemy!
>>3745072
>>3745113
Remember what happened the last time we just stood there and watched?

Attack Berserker
>>3745053

Search for Masters
>>3745061
>>3745079
>>3746118

Observe
>>3745072
>>3745081
>>3745113

Aaaand we're tied.

>>3746118
This is a completely different situation. If we are in danger hanging back with Saber free to react to anything that comes our way the only answer would be to vacate the area immediately.

>>3746161
Don't think I've voted yet.
>Search for the Masters.

>>3746161
Switch to observe.

>>3746164
It's really not. We are in a precarious situation with dangerous Servants close, and we can either choose to do nothing or do something. In these situations, inaction means death.

>>3746262
Fuck no. Last time we were straight up in a fight and stood there frozen and was an incredibly stupid decision i would have voted against had I been here. Right now we are not engaged with all our wits about us, with all defensive and offensive options available. We are only in danger if something is about to blindside us and if so that'll happen no matter what option we choose.

>>3746300
We've already seen Ferdia work at an incredibly high level, shooting off a rune attack while engaged with Saber. It's better to go off and avoid the fight while battling a master whose servant is otherwise engaged.

>>3746428
We aren't even close to the fight right now and I suggested we move even further to observe from safety, also Saber is right here unoccupied and able to defend us. If Sheilder poses a threat right now he will if we go on the offensive. Anything that poses a direct threat to us right now will be even harder to deal with if we go looking for trouble.

>>3746161
Search for masters

>>3745045
>>Search for the other Masters! If you can find and eliminate either, you’ll have one less enemy!

This is your chance! While those two are distracted, you can hunt down one or both of their Masters! You can’t see them now, but it’s likely that they’re hidden in positions from which they can still observe the fighting. With the help of a nearby dumpster, you manage to leap high enough to pull yourself over the edge of the building serving as your cover. The rooftops would make for excellent vantage points.

That said, you can’t see anyone from your elevated position. You jump from the first rooftop to a second adjacent structure and then a third, Saber in tow, but there’s still no sign of an enemy Master. Have they broken into stores? It would provide the most cover, certainly, but it’s a significant complication to your role. How are you going to track them down if they’re carefully concealed indoors?

You don’t ponder for long. The battle between Berserker and Shielder has rotated from when you found it, and Shielder has begun to retreat towards your position. Berserker surges forward into the space Shielder leaves without a second thought. Shielder is going to lead him right into the building! You flee to avoid getting caught in the crossfire, but from the corner of your eye you see Shielder leap to the roof - aiming for you.

Suddenly, your arm is gripped with incredible strength and you’re hurled from the establishment by Saber, who has materialized to intercept Shielder. You land gracelessly in an alleyway only to hear a roar followed by a thunderous boom and rumbling. It’s now clear why anyone would want to remain out of sight - Shielder can use himself as bait to direct Berserker’s destruction wherever he pleases!

Fleeing isn’t enough. You need to hide, too, or Shielder will just follow you with Berserker. While the Servants are occupied with each other, you dart through two more alleys and kick in the back door of a building. Closing the entrance behind you and pinning it shut with a nearby crate, you survey your surroundings. It’s dark, but you’re in a storage room, with shelves and boxes forming a series of rows. Berserker’s deep groans and the collisions of blades are muffled, but still audible.

Find a place where you can see the battle from cover becomes your priority. If you just take a look at the name of the business once this is done, you can ask Mom to cover up your trespassing tomorrow, so you’re not concerned about moving deeper into the construction.

You circle to the door to the rest of the establishment on the other side of the back room. You’re about to grab the doorknob when Shielder smashes through the wall beside you, clenching your throat in a death grip and pinning you against a shelf. You can barely breathe, let alone use a Command Spell to bring Saber to your aid. A floating stone, its magical purpose fulfilled, clatters to the floor at your feet.

“Your girlfriend can't protect you because she's fooling around with another man. Tough break, kid.”

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His free fist rams into your chest, shattering your ribs and driving the fragments into your heart. Over his shoulder, you see a wire bird through the hole in the wall. It has no eyes, but you can feel its stare all the same. In the distance, your Servant's feral scream announces your passing to the stars.

DEAD END

Good job, lads.

Fucking knew it.
Why would you engage when we know one opponent is nigh unbeatable and we don't know anything about the other?

>>3747418
But, muh Masters!

>>3747418
Anons are fucking dumb.
Even if we found an enemy Master, at this stage of the war we'd only die when they decide to use their command spell.