Some serious, some not serious.

He explains about his past. Fire in it just .

And he tells Henrietta about Arturia, ooooooh.

It seemed she finally reached her limit as one of the customers attempted to get grabby with her and she had dumped the entire bottle of wine on his head. Now he was standing up angrily and it looked like I was going to have to intervene.

"Hold on a sec," Jessica said, and I glanced at her briefly. She had a grin on her face. "Watch this."

I turned back to the scene unfolding, still prepared to unleash horrific violence if necessary. The only reason I hadn't drawn Derflinger or traced yet was because both acts would have displayed an ability to use magic: one through the actual act of creating a blade and the other through the shine that would appear on my runes if I did so. No sooner than my eyes were back on the angry customer than Scarron appeared. The big man wrapped himself around the drenched customer in a way that would have been provocative if he had been a female, and was just plain disturbing since he wasn't. Scarron dragged the angry customer back into the seat, and then said something I couldn't make out to Louise, who nodded in bewilderment and quickly scampered away. Then the big man began to act like he was going to kiss the now very uncomfortable customer, even as he tried his best to get the larger and more muscled man off of him.

Despite the fact that I would have preferred a more pointed lesson, I couldn't help but smiling viciously at the scene.

"You know," I said to the now grinning Jessica as well. "That was almost as satisfying as what I would have done to him."

"Yeah, well just remember, you get blood everywhere with that big sword of yours and you'll be the one mopping it up," she chided me with a grin. I don't think she really believed that I would have done anything. I'm sure in her eyes the kind of people that would willingly cut up another man weren't the kind of people that would also willingly spend their evening pruning their hands in a sink of dirty dishes.

"I'll keep that in mind," I tell her honestly, before turning back to the sink and the growing pile that waited me there

-

Rofl

Ohnthat was a good.

And serious talk between Shirou and Louise.

"Sir Emiya," Guiche spoke up, and I glanced over at him, not removing my sword. Cold sweat had broken out on his face, but he stood resolute. At least till my eyes rested on him. Then he gulped once, loudly, wavered for a second, before catching himself and reaffirming his stance. "Sir Emiya, please, I ask of you to let me share Montmorency's punishment." He looked like he almost fainted saying that, but continued. "It was in part my own weakness which drove her to such measures. If perhaps I had been less unfaithful, or more honest in my dealings with her, then she might never have tried such an endeavor." He stood rigid as he spoke. There was none of his usual posturing or extravagance. It looked like he was scared shitless.

Despite myself, a small smile grew on my face. Unlike the cold one that promised violence I had been bearing a second ago, this one was tinged with pride. "You've changed, Guiche de Gramont. My Master was correct in raising her opinion of you." I took the sword from the shaking girl's neck, ignoring the tears that filled her eyes and the blush that had spread across her face as she stared up at her savior with wide eyes. Guiche didn't even notice. The moment my eyes were off him he had shrunk down, having apparently reached the end of his endurance in the face of my regard. Noticing her astonished stare, he gave her a weak smile.
Zz
Omg.

Guiche approaching being a true man.

And I love it.

Also, Shiro straightening when Louise pinches his butt. Lol

Glorious.

AndExcalibur, oh. Yeah, water lake spirit would love that.

Damn.

And mention of vampires, buahahah!

"To them, it will be. Either way, they're in a good position for it. Albion is a floating island. It can only be reached through one route, the air. If they consolidate their air force, they'll be able to keep any invasion from getting by solely on the strength of their ships. And for the offensive, they'll be able to launch an attack from nearly any location. There's no need for them to march their armies through the countryside. In order to get here they'll have to come through the air, so it'll be the same no matter where they invade from."

"That doesn't mean that there's going to be a war," Louise declared firmly. "There's no need for it. There are treaties in place, and Albion and Tristain have always been historically close. The royal families and nobility have intermarried so often that both sides will have cousins or brothers on the other side."

"Treaties with the government that is now gone. And the connections through family are with the old royalty, and the old nobility," I reminded her gently. Her head cocked to the side not understanding the point I'm trying to make. "I said that they have probably managed to consolidate their power by now. That would mean either killing the dissenters, or gathering enough of their families hostage in order to enforce their compliance."

"No!" Louise gasped, spilling her tea as she sat up straight. She stared at me wide eyed. "But…but that would be savage! No nobility in the country would support such tactics!"

"Oh," I said cynically, "I imagine that as long as they were getting enough gold for it, a few of them would."

"Oh? You sound bitter, partner," Derflinger spoke up from behind me. It'd been awfully quiet lately. The few times it has spoken up for the last few days it had sounded annoyed. "Been in a few wars yourself?"

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He's not wrong.

Lol Homewrecker!

Derflinger is hilarious.

"I never imagined that that funny looking thing of Professor Colbert could actually be useful," Kirche admitted, sounding put off. "But why doesn't everyone just use magic? It seems so much simpler."

"Magic is not very well known in my homeland," I admitted. "Since science is so useful and can do things much easier and be used by anybody, mages spend most of their time isolated. Many times the people around them won't even know that they are mages. There are some academies left, but they're very prestigious," I described, thinking about London and Rin for a moment. "Most of the time the skills are just passed down through the families themselves. Because of that, most mages consider their magic to be their first priority, even more important than family or friends."

"Really?" Colbert asked, seeming intrigued by a world where magic was treated so differently.

"So in your world commoners are more important than magi?" Siesta asked eagerly, sounding overjoyed at the thought. Guiche and Kirche gave her annoyed looks at being so obviously enraptured by their obsolete status.

"Pretty much," I admitted. "Magic is more a family craft, and regarded much more seriously than it is here." I grimaced, a bit of my distaste for the flippancy that people treated magic with here shining through.

"Indeed," Guiche asked, sounding reluctantly curious. "Sir Emiya," he finally gave in to his wondering. "I've noticed before, that you make no use of wand when you cast your spells. Is there a reason you are able to do so?"

"Wait," Colbert spoke up sounding surprised. "Shirou, are you a magician too?"

"Thanks, Guiche," I said to him dryly, eyeing him coldly. "Thanks a lot."

"Ah!" he gasped, suddenly remembering that that was something he wasn't supposed to be talking about. He shrank down and appeared to begin praying that I wouldn't take it out on him during our next practices.

-

I love the explanation of the Magus, magician, difference in magic.
.and the true magics.

Which makes Colbert realize Shiroi is from another world

"That ring the princess gave you," I began, "it's called the Water Ruby, isn't it?"

"Yes? So?" she asked, not seeing what I was trying to get at.

"If it's a ruby, then why is it blue?" I asked bluntly. Louise opened her mouth to respond, and then closed it. She promptly ignored my question. Guess she didn't know why either.

Guiche ignored the entire conversation. "I have a request to make," he began instead, addressing the both of us. "I would like to bring my familiar along as well."

"You mean the giant mole?" I asked. Louise didn't say anything, but had begun eyeing the ring on her finger with the great big blue stone, her eyes narrowed in deep thought. Apparently now that I brought it up, it was beginning to bother her too.

"My beautiful, lovable, cute Verdandi is more than just some giant mole," Guiche protested at my summation of his companion. "She is a noble and elegant creature, whose beauty defies description."

"Well," I said thoughtfully. "She moves underground doesn't she? Will she be able to keep up? We have to move pretty fast. This mission is a bit time sensitive after all." I was considering the utility of having a giant burrower accompany us. On one hand, it could be tricky having it on hand. On the other hand, it did open the possibility of avoiding sentinels and launching surprise attacks from below.

"It's blue because…" Louise began, apparently having come up with a suitably impressive answer to my question, but was interrupted as the earth in front of her began to shake. Glancing at the disturbance curiously, and promptly losing her train of thought, she 'eeped' in surprise when suddenly a large furry face appeared, framed by two large paws, and emphasized by a truly prodigious nose.

"I'm not really seeing the cuteness myself," I admit, looking at the strange creature. Guiche was appalled by my lack of refinement.

"Just look at those beautiful eyes, the soft fur, the delicate pads of her feet," he began listing what he considered wonderful traits, but was interrupted when the mole let loose a grumbling noise, and then promptly launched itself at Louise. She had time for an abortive 'eh?' before she found herself being pinned to the ground by a mole the size of a medium bear.

-
Rofl

Oh thay guihce.

I lost it at Emiya explaining pretty boys.

Damn.

Kills Mathilde and Wardes.

"That's good to hear," she said, and meant it. Anything that made me more effective was a plus in her book. "And for me?" she asked eagerly, waiting to see what I've managed to come up with to help her bring her own skills up to par.

"I've no idea," I admitted, and she froze. I could almost hear a cracking sound as her hopes and dreams shattered. "It's the same problem we had before. Nobody has the first clue how to use void magic. It's a lost art."

"Let me see," Derflinger spoke up. "A shepherdess, a knight errant, and a one legged hunchback walk into a bar," it began. Without another word I reached over and sheathed it completely. I don't think Louise would appreciate Brimir's list of favorite dirty jokes right now.

I was sure as heck going to get the details out of the sword later, but for now I think I'd better limit the amount of shocks that Louise was exposed to before her sanity deserted her completely.

-
Rofl.

Oh. Geez, well, pur servant off to retrieve a letter, as Guiche training is on hold.

A shiver, starting at Sylphid's nose, passed through her body. It traveled like a visible wave down her neck, through her wings, across her back, and ended with her tail thumping rhythmically against the ground. All the while, the dragon's eyes never left the drumstick.

Just a little more….

"Say, ahhhhh," I told the salamander, and it sat still and opened its mouth, eyes closed as it croaked excitedly. Slowly, I lowered the drumstick into his waiting jaws….

"Nooooooo!" a voice behind me called, and I had just enough time to reinforce myself when I was tackled from behind by a ton of desperate blue dragon. "You can't big brother! You can't!"

Pinning me from above, with her two forearms on either side of my head, and her entire body above me, back arched like a particularly angry cat, Sylphid desperately shoved her face next to mine. "You can't go away for three years, big brother! Kyui! What will Irukukuu eat? Who will hug and pet Irukukuuu? Kyui, Kyui! No, big brother! Nooooooo!"

With a satisfied smirk on my face I pointed up at the dragon and said, "Aha!"

Suddenly realizing that she had spoken in front of me, the dragon's eyes widened and it sat back quickly, putting both of her paws in front of her mouth. "Eeep!" she declared frantically, eyes widened.

I knew it.

-

Lol

Clever plot.

Oh. He nearly killed our crumbling dirt.

But Louise convinces him to stop him from killing her.

But brilliant work, it fits and invigorating read.

Oh boy, Shiro not happy Louise didn't listen.

Oh derflinger knows the phantasm and heroic spirits.

"And just about the first aspect of any magical sword is that it is preserved from the elements," I continue turning back to Louise who seemed to be having trouble following where I was going with this. "It means that for however long those lost swords are around, they just don't rust." I was almost gushing at this point. "For a blade as obviously magical as Derflinger, one that has actually achieved full sentience and not just steel awareness, to have rusted it means that it has to be at least what, two, three thousand years old?" I turned to the sword for confirmation. This declaration of age seemed to make Louise aware of just how big a find this was.

The sword was silent for a moment, and when it spoke it had an impressed tone to it. "Not bad, Partner. Every time you open your mouth you make me more certain that you were the one meant to wield me." It paused and then continued somewhat smugly. "And it's been six thousand years since I've been forged," it declares.

Oh dear Root of the World and that blessed whore that felt heaven. I have to physically suppress a moan of almost sexual pleasure.

"Six millennia," Louise whispered, too awed to even speak.

"It's probably older then the civilization that came before the civilization that came before the civilization we're in now," I whisper. "Do you have any idea how much it has seen, how much it has experienced? The knowledge and skills it has acquired?"

-

Marvelous ibfo.

Yeah, a magic sword lasting that long, really big.

Oh, that dream lol

Kirche never backs off.

And Reptiles liking Shirou.

"And the reagent?" she asked, not making a protest at the sudden turn towards the abrupt.

"An item used to specify who it is you will summon," I answer concisely. That seemed to confuse her.

"Who you summon?" I give her a small smile.

"Did you use anything in your ritual that would target a specific type of animal or species?" I ask her simply.

"No," she admitted, apparently never having thought of such a thing.

"Then that means when you summoned me, you got precisely the one who was most suitable for you," I smiled at her.

-

Intrigue.

But he'll find put there's more than just the throne of heroes at play here.

Damn.

Brutal, but he sure told Guiche off and gave him a hard lesson to think about.

Perfect blend idea as both really match of different inntheir ways
A servant that's totally different from a familiar.

And already Louise has the dreams.

Shirou seems more laid back with Louise than most would.

Very good start.

i seem to remember a pseudo sequel yo this one where Shirou had a son with Henrietta named Kiritsugo.

Sorry, apparently this site doesn't allow some characters for posting reviews. My Discord contact is slime(underline)alter just in case you're interested in my proposition.

Also after posting my previous review I remembered that the Zero fighter dropped from the plot after the Albion arc.

Didn't expect this fic to be so good and absolutely devoured it in two weeks. Shirou's murder hobo comes out too strong at times, but it's understandable at least. Also projecting Excalibur not only once, but twice and even using it breaks lore as EMIYA "can" project and use it, but the strain on his circuits kills him. Lastly not many typos, but plenty of grammatical errors throughout the fic. If you're at all interested in correcting them contact me on Discord (name used is my ) and I'll point them out for you.

8/10 I need moar and need to live knowing there will never be moar.