Chapter 195
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Chapter 195:
POV Ruler (Jeanne D'Arc.)
"Wilhelm!" I couldn't help but shout as he stumbled out of Caster's Noble Phantasm.
Saber had already jumped towards Assassin who kept her at bay with various long ranged spells.
"Master!" His Servant was already on him as soon as the invisible walls faded. She scooped him up, immediately dodging to the side as magical attacks carved through the ground.
I was distracted, only barely noticing several objects fly by my head. I recognized the weapon, armament of the Church used to hunt things heretical to our teachings. Blades that carried within them the holy Sacraments to purge unholy entities.
And they were going straight for Wilhelm.
Wilhelm's Servent tried to awkwardly wield her blade to defend, until a loud explosive sound rang out.
I glanced to the Master of Saber – Kairi as he introduced himself as. He held a gun aloft, smoke coming out of it as the magical bullets tore into the Holy weapons.
"NICE ONE, MASTER!" Mordred shouted, black chains sweeping down at her as she did her best to dodge.
I turned back to the other Ruler, my authority as the True Ruler of this war gave me his name, Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, the knowledge of his identity filled my mind due to the Grail's machinations. I swiped my banner at him with my full force, he brought up his Katana to block it, though he couldn't hold it for but a moment before disengaging.
"Why are you blocking me?" He looked surprised. "You're supposed to be impartial; this is a fight between competitors."
"You are not supposed to be in this War." I countered, moving towards him again. I stabbed my banner towards his mid-section, but he swept it away with his word. "I am within my rights to remove you due to your origins as the last war's Ruler."
He flicked his offhand, more Black Keys appeared between his fingers as he slashed them down at me. I twirled my banner, blocking them with ease, and knocked the follow up blade to the side. He took that moment to try and throw them again towards Wilhelm. I slammed my banner down, the Holy Light enveloped me as I gathered it and thrust forward, shattering the Black Keys before they could gain any meaningful distance.
"WHY?" He looked utterly dumbfounded. "You're protecting him!? He's a demon!" Shirou shouted. "You follow the Lord's teachings, he's our enemy!"
"He's my friend!" I swung my banner, hitting him in the stomach, blood flowed out his mouth as he got rocketed towards a nearby pillar. "He doesn't deserve condemnation for being born what he is." I slammed my banner down, looking at him get up, wiping the blood trailing down the corner of his mouth.
He was nice to me. Even with his relentless teasing, it never held any malice or malicious intent. He helped me when I was in need, and made sure I was taken care of. He even called me a friend....so what if he wasn't fully human? He asked me before if I would think any less of him if I found out he was a demon. In hindsight, I could remember him looking a little sheepish when asking me that question, but my answer had not changed.
"I'm trying to save the world, and you're protecting a defiler of it!" He swept his hand through the air, anger clear on his face. "You don't deserve to be called a Saint." He sneered.
"I never called myself a Saint." I met his gaze. "I only did what I thought was right in my heart. And right now –" I tilted my banner back down, it's sharp pointing lining up with him. " – It's telling me to protect him from you."
"Foolish." He growled, turning towards Assassin who still sat on her throne. "Assassin!" he shouted, as if a command for action.
"I grew bored of this anyways." Assassin raised her hand as Mordred could not approach with the various spells falling down on her and those black chains constricting her every movement. "My poison will liquify your insides. Die in the most painful manner possible." At various spots around the room, gas began to burst out.
"Friendly fire! Friendly fire!" Caster shouted, but was otherwise ignored.
The areas that looked like they were patchworked together, were devoid of the poisonous gasses, but there was still enough that the place began to visibly fill.
"No...." I gasped out, watching this unfold. I turned towards The others who didn't look like they had a means to deal with this. My Noble Phantasm should be able to protect them if –
"You wanted to remove me from the war, then please stay with me until the end then." Shirou gave a deceptively kind smile, sword in in hand, blocking my way back.
***
Wilhelm POV
I groggily opened my eyes, faintly feeling someone tugging at me, and lots of shouts going on. My head hurt bad, and my vision was really blurry, not to mention the ringing in my eyes.
Concussion? Most definitely.
[Glad you're back, brat.]
Ddraig...?
[No time for that, you're in danger.] Ddraig's voice sounded urgent. [Chug a Health potion, and use that spell you used on that Hydra back in Kyoto.]
The spell from Kyoto...Hydra....poison?
My head was spinning, and it was hard to concentrate on any one thing. I followed his commands, shuffling around awkwardly and shakily pouring a health potion into my mouth. I think what little Magical Energy Avalon had left was working its magic as well.
Maybe I should –
[Focus, use spell.]
Right, right.
I took a breath, and whatever was supporting me shifted. I heard a familiar voice, but I couldn't really acknowledge it at the moment.
Taking Talismans out of my Ring, I awkwardly threw them into the air. "God of the east sea, Amei. God of the west sea, Shukuryou. God of the south sea, Kyojou. God of the north sea, Gukyou. Gods of the seven seas, fend off a hundred demons and drive back the fierce disaster."
My breathing picked up, and I felt increasingly light headed, even more so, but I didn't feel the spell actualize.
[You're still holding a Talisman.]
Oh.....right.
I fell to my knees and slapped it on the ground. "Order." I finished the casting.
Even with my vision foggy, I could see the glowing pentagram that formed on the ground, and looking up, the blurry one that took to the ceiling.
[Good, now heal yourself.]
I continued to follow his directions, calling upon the strongest healing spell I knew and placed it against my head.
The ringing began to subside, and my vision started returning to normal and the whole world wasn't spinning anymore.
I could feel my Aura working fully since I was no longer in that mental world. Working in tangent with my own healing and the effects of the Healing Potion.
"Raikou?" I looked up at my Servant holding onto me.
"Master." She looked very happy to see me lucid.
I still had a killer headache, but I don't think my skull was cracked anymore.
I surveyed the room. Jeanne was trading blows with Shirou, and Mordred was dashing around as Assassin tried to snipe at her with Magecraft. Ñ00v€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
Looking up, it appeared my spell was purifying this poisonous gas that was seeping into the area.
My eyes then landed on Caster who's head slowly turned towards me.
"Shakespeare." I growled, standing back up.
"Haha, my boy, what a great showing." He clapped awkwardly. Though that little bit of awkwardness disappeared after a moment, and a smirk adorned his face. "Well, I can tell when the curtain is beginning to fall."
"I'm resisting the urge to run you through." I tried to remain calm, but my fists clenched tight.
"I suppose I won't be able to see the end of this magnificent play." He sighed, flipping his hair back. "For the record, you were perhaps my favorite actor in this production."
"I am filled with joy." My dry tone was very evident by his mirthful chuckle. I was angry, but.....it was hard for me to bring up that rage that bubbled beneath the surface. At this point, I just wanted it to be over.
"Caster, you pathetic hack, do something productive!" Assassin hissed towards her teammate.
"Shut up you damn hag!" Mordred roared, slicing through some malevolent looking chains that shot out of the ceiling towards her. Another barrage of condensed Magical Energy in the form of lasers bombarded her as well.
Her Lightning erupted as she tore through the magical attacks, but still was having trouble approaching the woman sitting on the throne.
Caster hummed to himself, not even shaken by the glares being sent his way, and the absolute blood lust that Raikou was projecting towards him. "I admit, I am partial to tragedies. I feel like they elicit a purer emotion to my audience." He turned to me and smirked again. "But I can enjoy the occasional happy ending." He sent me a wink, taking out a quill.
Oh shit.
Was the piece of the Abrahamic God inside the spear resonating with his counterpart in this world.....uh oh.
A massive pillar of light slammed down from the heavens, encompassing both the Saints, the Ruler Servants who walked behind the banner of the same God.
This light, it stopped a fraction of an inch infront of me, almost like it was being.....considerate of my unique nature.
As the light began to fade away, Jeanne stood there, standing upright with the spear at her side and Shirou was on his knees, looking up at the sky.
"Was I really wrong?" He asked quietly. "I just wanted to save people from suffering." His head slumped down and his body broke down into motes of mana, drifting into the wind.
Jeanne watched him drift away a somber look on her face. "Your heart was in the right place, Shirou. Rest now."
Leave it to Jeanne to look at the best in people, even when they try to kill you and doom the world.
I wonder what happened in that moment of literal divine intervention.
Actually, I don't want to know.
I'm done, this has been a trying few days.
At this point, I just wanted to summon the woman I love, and hug her until my arms fall off.
Now where the hell was that Grail?
***
Canon Omake – Fight Club.
Artoria POV
"I don't understand, why do these – Super Sentai– not simply use their large machine to step on this enemy? Would it not cause them much less problems, and the city would suffer far less."
"Stop trying to analyze it, it's a show meant to just turn off your brain and enjoy." Rin huffed, draping herself over the sofa. She had a particular tough workout through my own efforts, so I allowed her this time of respite.
"These people know nothing of true martial arts or fighting." I frowned, watching them jump around and make some very disastrous 'attacks' that left them open for many different counters.
"It's a show, they're actors." Rin replied.
"Mayhaps they should study their craft better. Some time properly spent learning their roles would do them well." I knew I was...nit picking, but I guess it was hard to separate the idea I had of 'actors' and what this era considers as such.
Suddenly, the door burst open. I smiled seeing Wilhelm walk in with Izanami at his side. It always made me feel good when he had such a genuine smile on his face. I feel like it is not often that he can simply 'play' without any overt responsibilities hanging over his head.
The way they were laughing and whispering to each other, it was nice.
I don't think they even noticed as, lost in their own little world.
"Did you get the stuff?" I heard Izanami's light whisper.
"Yeah, it was hard to get protection in the proper size." Wilhelm replied.
"Especially with the workout its going to be getting. Quality matters, otherwise it just feels strange and uncomfortable." Izanami's voice disappeared upstairs.
Rin turned to me. "So...did you hear what they heard?"
"I did." I nodded.
"And you're not going to be suspicious?" She quirked an eyebrow.
"If Wilhelm wishes to finally make a move on Izanami, I would not say anything." I replied. I enjoyed Izanami's friendship and I would not be remiss if they sought something....more.
Honestly, I thought they were already in a relationship a few times now.
"Seriously? Not just the least bit curious?" Rin tried to goad me.
"Mayhaps, just a little bit." I admitted. "But I don't believe –"
"Lets go easedrop." Rin stood up.
"Rin!?" I blurted out as she was already walking up stairs.
"What? If Schweinorg is going to boink while we're literally down here and in earshot, he deserves to get a little embarrassed."
That's not.....untrue I suppose. It is rather rude if he wishes to engage in something....intimate while we are right here.
"Maybe just a little peek." I whispered.
I wish to see if they truly crossed that line of friendship into something else. Jinn had made a wager on it and I would not lose out this time.
We quietly snuck up to the door they entered, pressing against it.
"You have the batteries?" Izanami's voice echoed out.
"Yeah, got some extra just in case." Wilhelm replied. "Make sure you get the Video Camera set up at a good angle. I want to make sure all the good parts get in this."
"Yes, I believe we will gather many views with this." Izanami seemed to agree with him. "Just make sure to blur our faces, I would die of embarrassment if someone I know saw me doing.....this for the world to see."
I felt my cheeks turn warm, and I saw Rin also turn a bright shade of red.
T-this debauchery!
I cannot allow this to stand, I must intervene. Flaunting something like this for the whole world to see? That is going to for Wilhelm!
I stood up straight, and quickly pushed the door open. I expected something.....lewd, clothes thrown on the ground and sensitive areas expose. Instead, I had several pairs of eyes now on me.
"What is this!?" I squeaked out in confusion and my own built up embarrassment.
Wilhelm and Izanami shared a look.
"He made me do it." She quickly replied. "Forced me, blackmail."
"You traitor!"
"I couldn't stop him."
"She's lying, it was all her idea."
"What the hell is this?" Rin finally worked past her shock as I too evaluate the scene before me.
It was Sir Wiggles, standing upon his hind legs with his front paws in....boxing gloves. He had a pair of little shorts around his waist, and there was a makeshift arena around him with some strange device sitting opposite.
"Are you.....making your Rabbit box a Roomba?" Rin asked in complete shock.
".....no?" Wilhelm wasn't very convincing with his reply.
***
Alright, so I'll just say I read everyone's comments about last chapter and accept the good and bad. This is my first story, I've said it before, learning experiences all around. Mistakes will be had, and I'll do my best to learn from them.
A reminder, I will not be posting this Sunday.
Anyways, if you want to read 7 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /astoryforone
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Chapter 195:
POV Ruler (Jeanne D'Arc.)
"Wilhelm!" I couldn't help but shout as he stumbled out of Caster's Noble Phantasm.
Saber had already jumped towards Assassin who kept her at bay with various long ranged spells.
"Master!" His Servant was already on him as soon as the invisible walls faded. She scooped him up, immediately dodging to the side as magical attacks carved through the ground.
I was distracted, only barely noticing several objects fly by my head. I recognized the weapon, armament of the Church used to hunt things heretical to our teachings. Blades that carried within them the holy Sacraments to purge unholy entities.
And they were going straight for Wilhelm.
Wilhelm's Servent tried to awkwardly wield her blade to defend, until a loud explosive sound rang out.
I glanced to the Master of Saber – Kairi as he introduced himself as. He held a gun aloft, smoke coming out of it as the magical bullets tore into the Holy weapons.
"NICE ONE, MASTER!" Mordred shouted, black chains sweeping down at her as she did her best to dodge.
I turned back to the other Ruler, my authority as the True Ruler of this war gave me his name, Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, the knowledge of his identity filled my mind due to the Grail's machinations. I swiped my banner at him with my full force, he brought up his Katana to block it, though he couldn't hold it for but a moment before disengaging.
"Why are you blocking me?" He looked surprised. "You're supposed to be impartial; this is a fight between competitors."
"You are not supposed to be in this War." I countered, moving towards him again. I stabbed my banner towards his mid-section, but he swept it away with his word. "I am within my rights to remove you due to your origins as the last war's Ruler."
He flicked his offhand, more Black Keys appeared between his fingers as he slashed them down at me. I twirled my banner, blocking them with ease, and knocked the follow up blade to the side. He took that moment to try and throw them again towards Wilhelm. I slammed my banner down, the Holy Light enveloped me as I gathered it and thrust forward, shattering the Black Keys before they could gain any meaningful distance.
"WHY?" He looked utterly dumbfounded. "You're protecting him!? He's a demon!" Shirou shouted. "You follow the Lord's teachings, he's our enemy!"
"He's my friend!" I swung my banner, hitting him in the stomach, blood flowed out his mouth as he got rocketed towards a nearby pillar. "He doesn't deserve condemnation for being born what he is." I slammed my banner down, looking at him get up, wiping the blood trailing down the corner of his mouth.
He was nice to me. Even with his relentless teasing, it never held any malice or malicious intent. He helped me when I was in need, and made sure I was taken care of. He even called me a friend....so what if he wasn't fully human? He asked me before if I would think any less of him if I found out he was a demon. In hindsight, I could remember him looking a little sheepish when asking me that question, but my answer had not changed.
"I'm trying to save the world, and you're protecting a defiler of it!" He swept his hand through the air, anger clear on his face. "You don't deserve to be called a Saint." He sneered.
"I never called myself a Saint." I met his gaze. "I only did what I thought was right in my heart. And right now –" I tilted my banner back down, it's sharp pointing lining up with him. " – It's telling me to protect him from you."
"Foolish." He growled, turning towards Assassin who still sat on her throne. "Assassin!" he shouted, as if a command for action.
"I grew bored of this anyways." Assassin raised her hand as Mordred could not approach with the various spells falling down on her and those black chains constricting her every movement. "My poison will liquify your insides. Die in the most painful manner possible." At various spots around the room, gas began to burst out.
"Friendly fire! Friendly fire!" Caster shouted, but was otherwise ignored.
The areas that looked like they were patchworked together, were devoid of the poisonous gasses, but there was still enough that the place began to visibly fill.
"No...." I gasped out, watching this unfold. I turned towards The others who didn't look like they had a means to deal with this. My Noble Phantasm should be able to protect them if –
"You wanted to remove me from the war, then please stay with me until the end then." Shirou gave a deceptively kind smile, sword in in hand, blocking my way back.
***
Wilhelm POV
I groggily opened my eyes, faintly feeling someone tugging at me, and lots of shouts going on. My head hurt bad, and my vision was really blurry, not to mention the ringing in my eyes.
Concussion? Most definitely.
[Glad you're back, brat.]
Ddraig...?
[No time for that, you're in danger.] Ddraig's voice sounded urgent. [Chug a Health potion, and use that spell you used on that Hydra back in Kyoto.]
The spell from Kyoto...Hydra....poison?
My head was spinning, and it was hard to concentrate on any one thing. I followed his commands, shuffling around awkwardly and shakily pouring a health potion into my mouth. I think what little Magical Energy Avalon had left was working its magic as well.
Maybe I should –
[Focus, use spell.]
Right, right.
I took a breath, and whatever was supporting me shifted. I heard a familiar voice, but I couldn't really acknowledge it at the moment.
Taking Talismans out of my Ring, I awkwardly threw them into the air. "God of the east sea, Amei. God of the west sea, Shukuryou. God of the south sea, Kyojou. God of the north sea, Gukyou. Gods of the seven seas, fend off a hundred demons and drive back the fierce disaster."
My breathing picked up, and I felt increasingly light headed, even more so, but I didn't feel the spell actualize.
[You're still holding a Talisman.]
Oh.....right.
I fell to my knees and slapped it on the ground. "Order." I finished the casting.
Even with my vision foggy, I could see the glowing pentagram that formed on the ground, and looking up, the blurry one that took to the ceiling.
[Good, now heal yourself.]
I continued to follow his directions, calling upon the strongest healing spell I knew and placed it against my head.
The ringing began to subside, and my vision started returning to normal and the whole world wasn't spinning anymore.
I could feel my Aura working fully since I was no longer in that mental world. Working in tangent with my own healing and the effects of the Healing Potion.
"Raikou?" I looked up at my Servant holding onto me.
"Master." She looked very happy to see me lucid.
I still had a killer headache, but I don't think my skull was cracked anymore.
I surveyed the room. Jeanne was trading blows with Shirou, and Mordred was dashing around as Assassin tried to snipe at her with Magecraft. Ñ00v€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.
Looking up, it appeared my spell was purifying this poisonous gas that was seeping into the area.
My eyes then landed on Caster who's head slowly turned towards me.
"Shakespeare." I growled, standing back up.
"Haha, my boy, what a great showing." He clapped awkwardly. Though that little bit of awkwardness disappeared after a moment, and a smirk adorned his face. "Well, I can tell when the curtain is beginning to fall."
"I'm resisting the urge to run you through." I tried to remain calm, but my fists clenched tight.
"I suppose I won't be able to see the end of this magnificent play." He sighed, flipping his hair back. "For the record, you were perhaps my favorite actor in this production."
"I am filled with joy." My dry tone was very evident by his mirthful chuckle. I was angry, but.....it was hard for me to bring up that rage that bubbled beneath the surface. At this point, I just wanted it to be over.
"Caster, you pathetic hack, do something productive!" Assassin hissed towards her teammate.
"Shut up you damn hag!" Mordred roared, slicing through some malevolent looking chains that shot out of the ceiling towards her. Another barrage of condensed Magical Energy in the form of lasers bombarded her as well.
Her Lightning erupted as she tore through the magical attacks, but still was having trouble approaching the woman sitting on the throne.
Caster hummed to himself, not even shaken by the glares being sent his way, and the absolute blood lust that Raikou was projecting towards him. "I admit, I am partial to tragedies. I feel like they elicit a purer emotion to my audience." He turned to me and smirked again. "But I can enjoy the occasional happy ending." He sent me a wink, taking out a quill.
Oh shit.
Was the piece of the Abrahamic God inside the spear resonating with his counterpart in this world.....uh oh.
A massive pillar of light slammed down from the heavens, encompassing both the Saints, the Ruler Servants who walked behind the banner of the same God.
This light, it stopped a fraction of an inch infront of me, almost like it was being.....considerate of my unique nature.
As the light began to fade away, Jeanne stood there, standing upright with the spear at her side and Shirou was on his knees, looking up at the sky.
"Was I really wrong?" He asked quietly. "I just wanted to save people from suffering." His head slumped down and his body broke down into motes of mana, drifting into the wind.
Jeanne watched him drift away a somber look on her face. "Your heart was in the right place, Shirou. Rest now."
Leave it to Jeanne to look at the best in people, even when they try to kill you and doom the world.
I wonder what happened in that moment of literal divine intervention.
Actually, I don't want to know.
I'm done, this has been a trying few days.
At this point, I just wanted to summon the woman I love, and hug her until my arms fall off.
Now where the hell was that Grail?
***
Canon Omake – Fight Club.
Artoria POV
"I don't understand, why do these – Super Sentai– not simply use their large machine to step on this enemy? Would it not cause them much less problems, and the city would suffer far less."
"Stop trying to analyze it, it's a show meant to just turn off your brain and enjoy." Rin huffed, draping herself over the sofa. She had a particular tough workout through my own efforts, so I allowed her this time of respite.
"These people know nothing of true martial arts or fighting." I frowned, watching them jump around and make some very disastrous 'attacks' that left them open for many different counters.
"It's a show, they're actors." Rin replied.
"Mayhaps they should study their craft better. Some time properly spent learning their roles would do them well." I knew I was...nit picking, but I guess it was hard to separate the idea I had of 'actors' and what this era considers as such.
Suddenly, the door burst open. I smiled seeing Wilhelm walk in with Izanami at his side. It always made me feel good when he had such a genuine smile on his face. I feel like it is not often that he can simply 'play' without any overt responsibilities hanging over his head.
The way they were laughing and whispering to each other, it was nice.
I don't think they even noticed as, lost in their own little world.
"Did you get the stuff?" I heard Izanami's light whisper.
"Yeah, it was hard to get protection in the proper size." Wilhelm replied.
"Especially with the workout its going to be getting. Quality matters, otherwise it just feels strange and uncomfortable." Izanami's voice disappeared upstairs.
Rin turned to me. "So...did you hear what they heard?"
"I did." I nodded.
"And you're not going to be suspicious?" She quirked an eyebrow.
"If Wilhelm wishes to finally make a move on Izanami, I would not say anything." I replied. I enjoyed Izanami's friendship and I would not be remiss if they sought something....more.
Honestly, I thought they were already in a relationship a few times now.
"Seriously? Not just the least bit curious?" Rin tried to goad me.
"Mayhaps, just a little bit." I admitted. "But I don't believe –"
"Lets go easedrop." Rin stood up.
"Rin!?" I blurted out as she was already walking up stairs.
"What? If Schweinorg is going to boink while we're literally down here and in earshot, he deserves to get a little embarrassed."
That's not.....untrue I suppose. It is rather rude if he wishes to engage in something....intimate while we are right here.
"Maybe just a little peek." I whispered.
I wish to see if they truly crossed that line of friendship into something else. Jinn had made a wager on it and I would not lose out this time.
We quietly snuck up to the door they entered, pressing against it.
"You have the batteries?" Izanami's voice echoed out.
"Yeah, got some extra just in case." Wilhelm replied. "Make sure you get the Video Camera set up at a good angle. I want to make sure all the good parts get in this."
"Yes, I believe we will gather many views with this." Izanami seemed to agree with him. "Just make sure to blur our faces, I would die of embarrassment if someone I know saw me doing.....this for the world to see."
I felt my cheeks turn warm, and I saw Rin also turn a bright shade of red.
T-this debauchery!
I cannot allow this to stand, I must intervene. Flaunting something like this for the whole world to see? That is going to for Wilhelm!
I stood up straight, and quickly pushed the door open. I expected something.....lewd, clothes thrown on the ground and sensitive areas expose. Instead, I had several pairs of eyes now on me.
"What is this!?" I squeaked out in confusion and my own built up embarrassment.
Wilhelm and Izanami shared a look.
"He made me do it." She quickly replied. "Forced me, blackmail."
"You traitor!"
"I couldn't stop him."
"She's lying, it was all her idea."
"What the hell is this?" Rin finally worked past her shock as I too evaluate the scene before me.
It was Sir Wiggles, standing upon his hind legs with his front paws in....boxing gloves. He had a pair of little shorts around his waist, and there was a makeshift arena around him with some strange device sitting opposite.
"Are you.....making your Rabbit box a Roomba?" Rin asked in complete shock.
".....no?" Wilhelm wasn't very convincing with his reply.
***
Alright, so I'll just say I read everyone's comments about last chapter and accept the good and bad. This is my first story, I've said it before, learning experiences all around. Mistakes will be had, and I'll do my best to learn from them.
A reminder, I will not be posting this Sunday.
Anyways, if you want to read 7 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /astoryforone
Chapter 195:POV Ruler Jeanne D'Arc. "Wilhelm!" I couldn't help but shout as he stumbled out of Caster's Noble Phantasm. Saber had already jumped towards Assassin who kept her at bay with various long ranged spells. "Master!" His Servant was already on him as soon as the invisible walls faded. She scooped him up, immediately dodging to the side as magical attacks carved through the ground. I was distracted, only barely noticing several objects fly by my head. I recognized the weapon, armament of the Church used to hunt things heretical to our teachings. Blades that carried within them the holy Sacraments to purge unholy entities. And they were going straight for Wilhelm. Wilhelm's Servent tried to awkwardly wield her blade to defend, until a loud explosive sound rang out. I glanced to the Master of Saber Kairi as he introduced himself as. He held a gun aloft, smoke coming out of it as the magical bullets tore into the Holy weapons. "NICE ONE, MASTER!" Mordred shouted, black chains sweeping down at her as she did her best to dodge. I turned back to the other Ruler, my authority as the True Ruler of this war gave me his name, Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, the knowledge of his identity filled my mind due to the Grail's machinations. I swiped my banner at him with my full force, he brought up his Katana to block it, though he couldn't hold it for but a moment before disengaging. "Why are you blocking me?" He looked surprised. "You're supposed to be impartial; this is a fight between competitors." "You are not supposed to be in this War." I countered, moving towards him again. I stabbed my banner towards his mid-section, but he swept it away with his word. "I am within my rights to remove you due to your origins as the last war's Ruler." He flicked his offhand, more Black Keys appeared between his fingers as he slashed them down at me. I twirled my banner, blocking them with ease, and knocked the follow up blade to the side. He took that moment to try and throw them again towards Wilhelm. I slammed my banner down, the Holy Light enveloped me as I gathered it and thrust forward, shattering the Black Keys before they could gain any meaningful distance. "WHY?" He looked utterly dumbfounded. "You're protecting him!? He's a demon!" Shirou shouted. "You follow the Lord's teachings, he's our enemy!" "He's my friend!" I swung my banner, hitting him in the stomach, blood flowed out his mouth as he got rocketed towards a nearby pillar. "He doesn't deserve condemnation for being born what he is." I slammed my banner down, looking at him get up, wiping the blood trailing down the corner of his mouth. He was nice to me. Even with his relentless teasing, it never held any malice or malicious intent. He helped me when I was in need, and made sure I was taken care of. He even called me a friend....so what if he wasn't fully human? He asked me before if I would think any less of him if I found out he was a demon. In hindsight, I could remember him looking a little sheepish when asking me that question, but my answer had not changed. "I'm trying to save the world, and you're protecting a defiler of it!" He swept his hand through the air, anger clear on his face. "You don't deserve to be called a Saint." He sneered. "I never called myself a Saint." I met his gaze. "I only did what I thought was right in my heart. And right now " I tilted my banner back down, it's sharp pointing lining up with him. " It's telling me to protect him from you." "Foolish." He growled, turning towards Assassin who still sat on her throne. "Assassin!" he shouted, as if a command for action. "I grew bored of this anyways." Assassin raised her hand as Mordred could not approach with the various spells falling down on her and those black chains constricting her every movement. "My poison will liquify your insides. Die in the most painful manner possible." At various spots around the room, gas began to burst out. "Friendly fire! Friendly fire!" Caster shouted, but was otherwise ignored. The areas that looked like they were patchworked together, were devoid of the poisonous gasses, but there was still enough that the place began to visibly fill. "No...." I gasped out, watching this unfold. I turned towards The others who didn't look like they had a means to deal with this. My Noble Phantasm should be able to protect them if "You wanted to remove me from the war, then please stay with me until the end then." Shirou gave a deceptively kind smile, sword in in hand, blocking my way back. *** Wilhelm POV I groggily opened my eyes, faintly feeling someone tugging at me, and lots of shouts going on. My head hurt bad, and my vision was really blurry, not to mention the ringing in my eyes. Concussion? Most definitely. Glad you're back, brat. Ddraig...? No time for that, you're in danger. Ddraig's voice sounded urgent. Chug a Health potion, and use that spell you used on that Hydra back in Kyoto. The spell from Kyoto...Hydra....poison? My head was spinning, and it was hard to concentrate on any one thing. I followed his commands, shuffling around awkwardly and shakily pouring a health potion into my mouth. I think what little Magical Energy Avalon had left was working its magic as well. Maybe I should Focus, use spell. Right, right. I took a breath, and whatever was supporting me shifted. I heard a familiar voice, but I couldn't really acknowledge it at the moment. Taking Talismans out of my Ring, I awkwardly threw them into the air. "God of the east sea, Amei. God of the west sea, Shukuryou. God of the south sea, Kyojou. God of the north sea, Gukyou. Gods of the seven seas, fend off a hundred demons and drive back the fierce disaster." My breathing picked up, and I felt increasingly light headed, even more so, but I didn't feel the spell actualize. You're still holding a Talisman. Oh.....right. I fell to my knees and slapped it on the ground. "Order." I finished the casting. Even with my vision foggy, I could see the glowing pentagram that formed on the ground, and looking up, the blurry one that took to the ceiling. Good, now heal yourself. I continued to follow his directions, calling upon the strongest healing spell I knew and placed it against my head. The ringing began to subside, and my vision started returning to normal and the whole world wasn't spinning anymore. I could feel my Aura working fully since I was no longer in that mental world. Working in tangent with my own healing and the effects of the Healing Potion. "Raikou?" I looked up at my Servant holding onto me. "Master." She looked very happy to see me lucid. I still had a killer headache, but I don't think my skull was cracked anymore. I surveyed the room. Jeanne was trading blows with Shirou, and Mordred was dashing around as Assassin tried to snipe at her with Magecraft. N00vl--1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.Looking up, it appeared my spell was purifying this poisonous gas that was seeping into the area. My eyes then landed on Caster who's head slowly turned towards me. "Shakespeare." I growled, standing back up. "Haha, my boy, what a great showing." He clapped awkwardly. Though that little bit of awkwardness disappeared after a moment, and a smirk adorned his face. "Well, I can tell when the curtain is beginning to fall." "I'm resisting the urge to run you through." I tried to remain calm, but my fists clenched tight. "I suppose I won't be able to see the end of this magnificent play." He sighed, flipping his hair back. "For the record, you were perhaps my favorite actor in this production." "I am filled with joy." My dry tone was very evident by his mirthful chuckle. I was angry, but.....it was hard for me to bring up that rage that bubbled beneath the surface. At this point, I just wanted it to be over. "Caster, you pathetic hack, do something productive!" Assassin hissed towards her teammate. "Shut up you damn hag!" Mordred roared, slicing through some malevolent looking chains that shot out of the ceiling towards her. Another barrage of condensed Magical Energy in the form of lasers bombarded her as well. Her Lightning erupted as she tore through the magical attacks, but still was having trouble approaching the woman sitting on the throne. Caster hummed to himself, not even shaken by the glares being sent his way, and the absolute blood lust that Raikou was projecting towards him. "I admit, I am partial to tragedies. I feel like they elicit a purer emotion to my audience." He turned to me and smirked again. "But I can enjoy the occasional happy ending." He sent me a wink, taking out a quill. Oh shit. Was the piece of the Abrahamic God inside the spear resonating with his counterpart in this world.....uh oh. A massive pillar of light slammed down from the heavens, encompassing both the Saints, the Ruler Servants who walked behind the banner of the same God. This light, it stopped a fraction of an inch infront of me, almost like it was being.....considerate of my unique nature. As the light began to fade away, Jeanne stood there, standing upright with the spear at her side and Shirou was on his knees, looking up at the sky. "Was I really wrong?" He asked quietly. "I just wanted to save people from suffering." His head slumped down and his body broke down into motes of mana, drifting into the wind. Jeanne watched him drift away a somber look on her face. "Your heart was in the right place, Shirou. Rest now." Leave it to Jeanne to look at the best in people, even when they try to kill you and doom the world. I wonder what happened in that moment of literal divine intervention. Actually, I don't want to know. I'm done, this has been a trying few days. At this point, I just wanted to summon the woman I love, and hug her until my arms fall off. Now where the hell was that Grail? *** Canon Omake Fight Club. Artoria POV "I don't understand, why do these Super Sentai not simply use their large machine to step on this enemy? Would it not cause them much less problems, and the city would suffer far less." "Stop trying to analyze it, it's a show meant to just turn off your brain and enjoy." Rin huffed, draping herself over the sofa. She had a particular tough workout through my own efforts, so I allowed her this time of respite. "These people know nothing of true martial arts or fighting." I frowned, watching them jump around and make some very disastrous 'attacks' that left them open for many different counters. "It's a show, they're actors." Rin replied. "Mayhaps they should study their craft better. Some time properly spent learning their roles would do them well." I knew I was...nit picking, but I guess it was hard to separate the idea I had of 'actors' and what this era considers as such. Suddenly, the door burst open. I smiled seeing Wilhelm walk in with Izanami at his side. It always made me feel good when he had such a genuine smile on his face. I feel like it is not often that he can simply 'play' without any overt responsibilities hanging over his head. The way they were laughing and whispering to each other, it was nice. I don't think they even noticed as, lost in their own little world. "Did you get the stuff?" I heard Izanami's light whisper. "Yeah, it was hard to get protection in the proper size." Wilhelm replied. "Especially with the workout its going to be getting. Quality matters, otherwise it just feels strange and uncomfortable." Izanami's voice disappeared upstairs. Rin turned to me. "So...did you hear what they heard?" "I did." I nodded. "And you're not going to be suspicious?" She quirked an eyebrow. "If Wilhelm wishes to finally make a move on Izanami, I would not say anything." I replied. I enjoyed Izanami's friendship and I would not be remiss if they sought something....more. Honestly, I thought they were already in a relationship a few times now. "Seriously? Not just the least bit curious?" Rin tried to goad me. "Mayhaps, just a little bit." I admitted. "But I don't believe " "Lets go easedrop." Rin stood up. "Rin!?" I blurted out as she was already walking up stairs. "What? If Schweinorg is going to boink while we're literally down here and in earshot, he deserves to get a little embarrassed." That's not.....untrue I suppose. It is rather rude if he wishes to engage in something....intimate while we are right here. "Maybe just a little peek." I whispered. I wish to see if they truly crossed that line of friendship into something else. Jinn had made a wager on it and I would not lose out this time. We quietly snuck up to the door they entered, pressing against it. "You have the batteries?" Izanami's voice echoed out. "Yeah, got some extra just in case." Wilhelm replied. "Make sure you get the Video Camera set up at a good angle. I want to make sure all the good parts get in this." "Yes, I believe we will gather many views with this." Izanami seemed to agree with him. "Just make sure to blur our faces, I would die of embarrassment if someone I know saw me doing.....this for the world to see." I felt my cheeks turn warm, and I saw Rin also turn a bright shade of red. T-this debauchery! I cannot allow this to stand, I must intervene. Flaunting something like this for the whole world to see? That is going to for Wilhelm! I stood up straight, and quickly pushed the door open. I expected something.....lewd, clothes thrown on the ground and sensitive areas expose. Instead, I had several pairs of eyes now on me. "What is this!?" I squeaked out in confusion and my own built up embarrassment. Wilhelm and Izanami shared a look. "He made me do it." She quickly replied. "Forced me, blackmail." "You traitor!" "I couldn't stop him." "She's lying, it was all her idea." "What the hell is this?" Rin finally worked past her shock as I too evaluate the scene before me. It was Sir Wiggles, standing upon his hind legs with his front paws in....boxing gloves. He had a pair of little shorts around his waist, and there was a makeshift arena around him with some strange device sitting opposite. "Are you.....making your Rabbit box a Roomba?" Rin asked in complete shock. ".....no?" Wilhelm wasn't very convincing with his reply. *** Alright, so I'll just say I read everyone's comments about last chapter and accept the good and bad. This is my first story, I've said it before, learning experiences all around. Mistakes will be had, and I'll do my best to learn from them. A reminder, I will not be posting this Sunday. Anyways, if you want to read 7 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /astoryforone
