FGO x DanMachi
Chapter 1: Heroic Spirit
Within this world there exists the city of Orario, the City of Adventurers. Mortals of all ages and races travel to this city in pursuit of their desires and dreams. For this is the city of Adventures. Orario was built over a massive dungeon that spawned monsters out and threatened the lives of all who lived on the surface and in the past were left unchecked save for the efforts of brave heroes who made contracts with the enigmatic Spirits and fought back against the endless hordes.
It was only when the Gods above came down from "Tenkai." and sealed the dungeon with the Tower of Babel and offered their own gifts to the ones living on the surface were the mortals able to fend for themselves, and the contracts between Spirits and Mortals fell out of use in favor of the Gods' Blessings, the Falna.
The Falna is the grace given by the Gods to members of their family, or Familia. Within these Familia are Adventurers who make use of their Gods' Falna to make a living both within Orario and its dungeon and outside of it. The power of the Falna increases the more experience (known as excelia) they gather. This excelia is written upon their Falna, allowing a God to read about the growth their child has experienced like a story.
Currently within the dungeon, a young and new Adventurer was making his own story, bringing back the legends of old. Of Heroes, Spirits, and contracts.
Bell Cranel made his way through the dungeon, paying attention to his surroundings in order to not be caught of guard by either the Kobolds or Goblins that live on the upper floors. Today he had decide to try going a bit further in than he normally did. Although it's only been two weeks since he became an Adventurer, he already made it to the fifth floor of the dungeon. According to his Guild Advisor, Eina Tulle, most newbie Adventurers stuck to the first two floors and didn't go further without prior preparation.
However, Bell felt that he was making enough progress that he could go a bit deeper since he could already handle Goblins and Kobolds on the first four floors and wanted a change in scenery.
"But even so, nothing's come out yet…" he muttered as he looked around and scratched the back of his head.
He had been on the fifth floor for at least an hour now but not a single monster had appeared so far.
"Did someone else come before me?" He wondered.
Although Monsters were a always being born within the dungeon, it wasn't a constant spewing mass. If another Adventurer or group of Adventurers had cleared out an area of monsters, it would be some time before more were born.
"Should I try another path?"
As Bell considered retracing his steps a bit, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye.
It was located in a dead end path off to the side of the main path. A rather small red box…no it was more of a red chest with golden edges that was just sitting there without a care in the world.
"A treasure chest!?" Bell shouted before clapping a hand over his mouth and looked around but no one seemed to be there. "Is this a new kind of drop? Why didn't anyone find this before?"
If someone had found it before, they would consider a chest sitting on the upper floors a rather obvious looking trap. However Bell, either being too trusting or too inexperienced, held no such thoughts in his head aside from the possibility of finding some treasure.
"Maybe it's some kind of sword…or maybe some armor?" Bell wondered hopefully as he crouched down in front of it and placed his hands on the box. "Oh, it's not locked!"
And with a small heave, he easily opened the box and found…a beautiful golden goblet.
Though he was a little bit disappointed by the fact that it wasn't something like a holy sword or an invincible armor, the goblet mesmerized him all the same. It was overall rather simple in shape but the detail engraved into the gold itself was amazing.
He had no idea how much this thing was worth but it definitely couldn't be a small sum. Or rather, it was so beautiful he couldn't even think of selling it, even if it could help his Goddess a bit and their tiny Familia of One. Instead of selling it for money, it might make a better gift for his Goddess instead.
"This is probably enough for today," he said as he stood up with the golden goblet in his hands. "I should head back and-"
As he turned around to make his way back to the surface, a giant brown skinned monster with the head of a bull and the body of a man. A minotaur. A monster so powerful that it could easily defeat a high class Adventurer if they weren't careful.
And it was somehow up on the upper floors where only newbies resided.
As the minotaur roared in Bell's face, he let out a not so manly scream as he dived out of the way from its hoof which smashed into the ground and left a small crater.
Clutching the goblet for dear life, he ran as fast as he could away from the monster. He had no idea where he was running to but anywhere was better than his current position.
Unfortunately, he only ended up at a dead end and found himself with his back against a wall with the minotaur looking down on him.
"Hii!" He let out another shriek in fear as he held up the goblet in his hands as if that could somehow protect him from the monster but he knew it was futile.
And so, he could do nothing but beg with all of his might.
"Someone, save me!"
And then, as if reacting to his wish, the goblet began to glow…and a calm voice filled with strength rang out through the dungeon.
"Servant, Archer. By your request I have been summoned."
That declaration was immediately followed by the minotaur's roar of pain, prompting Bell to slightly open his eyes.
In front of him was a man with tanned skin and stark white not unlike Bell's own wearing black armor with a red mantle over it. In his hands were a pair of swords, one black and the other white with some kind of eastern design. The man was looking at Bell over his shoulder with a smile on his face.
"I ask of you. Are you my master?" He asked in a voice filled with mirth as if amused at some inside joke as Bell looked up at him while still clutching the golden goblet in his arms.
"I…uh…huh?" Bell couldn't do anything more than babble at the man who was wearing such a bright smile on his face.
"You look like someone in over their head," the man said as he turned back to face the minotaur, who was clutching a bloodied stump of an arm. "Just hang tight while I beat this guy."
With speeds far faster than Bell could hope to match, the man launched himself forward like an arrow toward the minotaur. The monster roared in a bloody mixture of pain and fury as it swung at him with its remaining arm.
The man met the blow head on with the the white blade in his right hand and bisected the beast's arm right down its length, stopping just as he was right in front of the monster and bringing his left hand up with the black sword, slicing open the monster's chest. With those two blows the minotaur falls back with a weak gurgle, landing on the dungeon floor with a loud thud as it dissolved into black mist.
The monster that Bell couldn't even touch was defeated in an instant and Bell could only sit and watch with awe as the man released his grip on his blades, causing them to shatter into light, and pick up a large purple magic stone that had been left behind by the minotaur.
"You all right over there?" The man asked as he turned back toward Bell.
"Ah! Y-yes!" Bell said as he quickly got up to his feet and lowered his head. "Thank you for saving me!"
"It's what I do," the man said as he tossed the magic stone at Bell. "Catch."
The crystal bounced around in Bell' hands for a moment before he managed to catch it.
"W-wait a minute. I can't take this!" Bell said quickly. "You're the one who defeated it."
"Consider it a gift," the man said with a shrug. "Or a down payment I suppose."
"I don't have a clue where I am," the man said as he looked around. "And I can't tell my right from my left around here."
Bell stared blankly at the man.
"Umm…are you saying you don't know how to get back outside the Dungeon?" Bell asked as the man chuckled.
"Suppose so," the man replied with a shrug. "Mind leading the way? You can keep the crystal as thanks."
"I still think that that's still too much for payment…" Bell muttered as he led the way for the man. He thought to himself that the man was probably from a more well off Familia that had enough people where a Minotaur's magic stone was more or less pocket change. Still, with this money he would be able to help his Goddess a bit more.
As they made their way up through the dungeon, they passed by a few Adventurers making their way down but no monsters, making the trip rather quiet.
"Umm…" Bell spoke up, drawing the man's attention away from a passing Chienthrope. "If it's all right, can I get your name? Ah, I'm Bell Cranel."
"…Archer," the man replied after a moment's silence.
"Archer? Like a bowman?"
"My parents were really dull with names," Archer replied with a shrug.
"Oh…I see…" Bell said, unsure if it was a joke he should laugh at or not.. "Umm…Mister Archer?"
"No need for that," Archer said quickly.
"Then…Archer?" Bell tried again and the taller man nodded. "Which Familia are you from?"
"Familia…huh," Archer replied as he stroked his chin. "What would you do if I were to say that I am currently between Familias?"
"I would ask that you not tease me like that hahaha…" Bell said with a laugh as Archer looked at him with a smirk. "Hahaha…you're not joking."
"I am not joking," Archer said with a nod as he continued walking past Bell.
"T-t-t-then can I ask you to join my Familia?" Bell asked as he ran up to Archer's side and kept pace with him. "I mean, we're not very well off and it's only me and the Goddess there but if you join I think we'll be able to become a great Familia!"
"Great Familia, huh?" Archer repeated with a chuckle. "Well, we'll see about that. Your goddess is the one that decides, isn't she?"
"Don't worry!" Bell says with a reassuring smile. "We aren't that big of a Familia yet so there's no way she'll turn down a potential recruit!"
"For some reason, that doesn't fill me with confidence."
Before heading to the old church which was the home of the Hestia Familia, Bell wanted to cash in the Minotaur's Magic Stone and report to Eina first.
His guild advisor, a brown haired woman with slightly pointed ears wearing the guild standard uniform of a black vest, white shirt and black slats, was just looking through some files at the reception desk when he entered the Guild. After asking Archer to wait by the door, Bell ran up to the half-elf woman with a smile.
"Miss Eina, I'm back!" He said as she looked up.
"Welcome back, Bell," Eina said with a rather surprised looked, tilting her glasses up slightly. "You're back rather early today. Did you change your mind on going to the dungeon today? There's nothing wrong with a little break after all."
"No I did go into the dungeon," Bell replied. "I just had an incident of sorts is all."
"Huh? What happened?"
And so Bell recalled for Eina the incident from finding the goblet to being jumped by a Minotaur and then being saved by Archer who showed up in the nick of time.
"Putting aside the fact that you met a minotaur, a monster from the middle floors, on the upper floors…" Eina began, rubbing her forehead. "How many times do I have to tell you that an adventurer shouldn't go on an adventure? You need to be properly prepared in order to go explore the lower floors."
"Ye-yes…" Bell said, feeling a bit ashamed. He did try diving deeper into the dungeon with the hopes of meeting a cute girl he could save after all. But that was then…he still wanted to save people, but not just cute girls. Archer's back was still engraved into his mind. Steadfast, strong, proud, and unflinching in the face of danger. Like an invincible wall that would protect everyone that stood behind him. And though he felt it was a little rude, he felt that any girl would fall in love with that right away.
Bell wanted to be someone like that too, though the protecting girls thing was now a distant second, he wanted to be someone who, just by showing up, can make it so the person in danger could feel safe and relieved. That they had been saved.
The word Adventurer didn't really fit that kind of feeling though. More like…a hero?
"Anyway…where is this Archer person?" Eina said, taking Bell out of his thoughts.
Bell waved over toward the door where Archer had been resting against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. Spotting him, Archer pushed himself off the wall and walked over.
"What is it?" Archer asked as he looked from Bell to Eina. "Hello Miss. You're Cranel's Guild Advisor?"
"Pleased to meet you, Mister Archer, my name is Eina Tulle," Eina said with a slight bow. "First off, please let me express my thanks in helping Bell Cranel in the dungeon."
Archer nodded his head to show that he accepted the thanks and for her to continue.
"I also would like to tell you since you appear to be a newcomer to the city that although there is nothing stopping anyone from entering the dungeon, you will not be able to exchange any magic stones for Valis until you register at the Guild."
"Got it," Archer nodded. "Sorry for the hassle."
"It's fine if you understand," Eina said as she pulled out a large folder and places it on the counter with a loud thud causing Archer to take step back. "Here are all the proper materials to read over, sign, and turn into the guild. By the way, which Familia are you in?"
Archer replied by pointing a finger at Bell.
"Oh my, Bell," Eina said, clapping her hands together with a smile. "You didn't say you got a new Familia member."
"Well, it's not official," Bell replied, scratching the back of his head. "We haven't met with Lady Hestia to welcome him in yet."
"Then I won't keep you any longer," Eina nodded. "Oh and don't forget to exchange any Magic Stones you collected before you leave."
"Got it. Come on, Archer. I'll show you how it works."
After exchanging the Magic Stones, with the Minotaur stone netting Bell more money than he had ever made within his two weeks of being an Adventurer combined, he guided Archer to their Familia Home.
"It's not much since we're kinda poor…" Bell admitted as the two of them stood in front of a rather run down church where the walls were crumbling and the goddess statue on the roof was also riddled with more holes than a piece of Swiss cheese. "But it's really comfy. We have running water and a kitchen at least."
"Just having a roof is enough for me," Archer said as he followed Bell inside. They went pass the broken pews to a small room behind the altar. It was once a storage room lined with empty shelves which opened up to reveal a stairwell.
The two of them descended the stairs where Bell opened up the door at the bottom and announced himself.
"Goddess, I'm home!"
At his call, a person that had been sprawled out on the sofa sits up.
"Bell, welcome back!" A short girl with her hair done up in twintails wearing a white dress with a ribbon tied to her arms across her front. "You're back early today…and who's that with you?"
"Goddess, this is Archer. He says he wants to join our Familia!" Bell excitedly replied.
"Really?" The Goddess Hestia shouted as she jumped up from her couch and ran up in front of Archer. "Do you really want to join my Familia?"
"Y-yes…if you'll allow me, Goddess Hestia," Archer answered with a nod.
"Hurray!" Hestia cheered before grabbing Archer by the hand and pulling him over to the single bed in the room. "Now, take off your shirt and lie down on the bed and I'll bestow my blessing upon you."
Looking rather bemused, Archer did as he was told, stripping off his mantle and undershirt and laid himself down on the bed…with his legs poking off the edge.
"Hoh hoh…even without a blessing, you've taken good care of your body didn't you, Mister Archer?" Hestia said as she got onto his back with a silver knife in her hand.
"I suppose," Archer said with a shrug, rocking Hestia slightly.
"Hee hee, you've got a lot of catching up to do Bell," Hestia joked as Bell let out a small chuckle. "All right, now hold still. This might tickle a bit."
Hestia proceeded to prick her finger with the knife and then traced her blood onto Archer's back. Once that was done, Hestia placed a piece of parchment onto Archer's back where she traced her finger and pulled it back, leaving several words and numbers on it.
Hestia turned the parchment toward herself and frowned slightly.
"Hey, 'Archer,'" Hestia began as she hopped off Archer's back and held the parchment to his face. "Is there a reason you didn't tell us your real name?"
Archer looked at Hestia in surprise as Bell's eyes widened in shock at his goddess's words. Archer took the parchment from Hestia's hands and skimmed through it.
Reinforcement: Strengthen oneself or objects with magic.
Projection: Create temporary imperfect objects with the use of magic power. Quality of item jumps up when creating "swords." Can also alter objects slightly from their main form while retaining innate properties.
Judging the concept of creation.
Hypothesizing the basic structure.
Duplicating the composition material.
Imitating the skill of its making.
Sympathizing with the experience of its growth.
Reproducing the accumulated years.
Excelling every manufacturing process…
Unlimited Blade Works: Project one's inner reality out into the world. Reduce Projection costs of "Swords" to zero when within inner reality. Can passively examine and understand the history and blueprint of any weapon on sight and recreate them.
I am the bone of my sword
Steel is my body and fire is my blood
I have created over a thousand blades
Unknown to death
Nor known to life
Have withstood pain to create many weapons
Yet, these hands will never hold anything
So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works
Independent Action: Parameters Increase when fighting alone.
Hawkeye: While on a vantage point, can see and target opponents within a four kilometer range with near perfect accuracy.
Mind's Eye: Using one's insight, one can calmly grasp the current battle situation and find a way to escape.
"My apologies," Archer said as he sat up and lowered his head slightly. "I haven't really considered that my name for a long time."
"You shouldn't let a name go like that," Hestia said as she took the parchment back from Archer. "It's your parents first gift to you, their child after all. Well, I won't push it if you don't want to be called by that name anymore. But to think you'd have magic without Falna. And one without a chant even…not to mention this Skill…"
"That's amazing, Archer!" Bell said as he looked over Hestia's shoulder at the stat sheet while Archer was getting redressed. "So this 'Projection' is how you created those swords earlier?"
"Still, I always thought Humans couldn't use magic without a Falna," Hestia mumbled. "I suppose there are exceptions to everything."
"Well…so long as we're being honest…" Archer said as he finished putting on his mantle. "I'm…not exactly human."
"Eh?" Bell gasped as he and Hestia looked at him. "What are you talking about? You look human enough to me."
"Did you forget, Bell?" Archer asked. "About a certain thing you picked up in the dungeon?"
"Picked up? Ahh! I totally forgot!"
Bell quickly opened his bag and pulled out the golden goblet he found in the chest earlier.
"Bell? What is that?" Hestia asked as she stared at the golden glowing grail. "It doesn't seem like a normal cup."
"That's something called the Holy Grail," Archer explained. "Under normal circumstances, it is able to grant the wish of anyone who possesses it."
"Under normal circumstances?" Hestia asked. "What's abnormal about this one?"
"Considering that it was found in the dungeon, for one," Archer pointed out. "I also believe Bell made a wish on the grail to be saved from the Minotaur that attacked him."
"WHAT!?" Hestia shrieked as she wheeled around toward Bell. "You got attacked by a Minotaur?"
"I-I-I'm fine though!" Bell quickly reassured her. "Archer saved me and I wasn't hurt at all! But wait, does that mean it can't grant any more wishes?"
"I don't know the answer to that," Archer replied with a shrug. "Normally, the grail summons seven Servants who do battle under seven masters and the last pair standing gets to use the wish. Normally. The fact that it materialized before I was even summoned means every normal thing I should know about it doesn't necessarily apply anymore."
"Servants?" Hestia repeated. "Are you saying you're one of these Seven Servants? What is a Servant anyway?"
"A Servant is the physical manifestation of the aspect of a legend of a 'hero,' usually," Archer replied. "In theory, all those myths and legends of heroes of the past and those that have yet come to be, can be summoned into physical form."
"You mean I can summon one of the heroes from one my Grandpa's books and stories?" Bell asked with stars in his eyes.
"Supposedly," Archer shrugged again as he pointed to himself. "Normally you only get one though."
"A manifestation of a legend…" Hestia mumbled. "A spirit of a hero…I see, rather than a human, you're closer to a Spirit. I didn't think a Spirit could be graced with the Falna. Then again, all the Spirits I know about don't want to become Adventurers. Does that mean your 'name' is just a title of sorts?"
"Yes. Saber, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Caster, Assassin and Berserker. These seven classes of sorts act as containers to hold the Heroic Spirit. A Saber is usually a hero well known for their swordsman ship or one that carries a famous sword, Archer is usually a peerless bowman but any kind of projectile would work such as a sling, Lancer is one that wields a polearm and usually are known for their speed as well, Rider usually has a famous mount, Casters are peerless magicians, Assassins are feared and famous killers and Berserers are heroes who lost their reason and went mad at one point in their lives."
"Hey, Archer," Bell said as he held up the grail. "Do you think I can summon another Servant with the grail?"
"Not satisfied with me, Master?"Archer asked with an smirk.
"No no, nothing like that," Bell said quickly. "I was just thinking that if I could summon more Servants, we could use them to fill the ranks of the Familia and explore the dungeon better. And by doing so, we'll be able to make more money to help out our goddess."
"Bell…" Hestia said, looking at him for a moment before tears filled her eyes. "I'm sorry we're poor…"
"Nonononono! It's not your fault! You're doing your best at your job too!"
"If…there isn't any other Masters out there…" Archer began, ignoring the two's antics. "It should theoretically be possible for you to try summoning another Servant. However, it's not as if it's free. While the costs for summoning a Servant is burdened by the grail, the cost for keeping the Servant bound to the physical world is on the Summoner." Archer then turned his head to look behind him toward his back. "Although I don't know how exactly the Falna interacts with that. I feel as though I'm getting the upkeep from two sources. Both from you and Lady Hestia"
"How exactly is this upkeep paid for?" Hestia asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Well, with the Master's magic power."
Hestia and Bell shared a look before Hestia shooed Archer off the bed and Bell took off his shirt before scrambling onto it. Hestia got on top of Bell's back and pricked her finger with her knife again before repeating the same process on Bell's back like she did for Archer.
"…It's there…" Hestia said before placing some parchment onto Bell's back and pulling it off.
Strength: I77 - I82
Dexterity: I-93 - I96
Agility: H148 - H172
Magic: I0 - I50
Servant Summoning: Summon a Heroic Spirit into one of Seven Servant Containers. Requires upkeep once servant is summoned.
Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let red be the color I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."
"Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling.
My dreams form the body
Your Spirit shall show me the path as I walk it by my own power
And so I hereby swear,
That I shall be all the good in the world
That I shall defeat all the evil in the world.
You seven souls who reside at the fate I wish to reach
Come forth from the binding circle
Oh Keeper of the Balance!
Bell let out a cry of joy as he read through his updated status sheet.
"His numbers are better than mine…" Archer noted blandly.
"That's just how it works," Hestia said looking off to the side not meeting his eyes. "Having zero doesn't mean your status is zero. Everyone starts at zero whether you're just a baby or a grown adult that can lift a cart over their heads with one hand. Bell's stats are what they were due to him being two weeks your senior."
"I see…so that's how that works…" Archer muttered. "In any case, it seems like your magic status will grow on its own so long as I'm around and you're providing my upkeep."
"I see," Hestia said with a nod. "So Bell's magic status will continually grow even if he doesn't do anything.."
"So? Do you think I can summon another Servant?" Bell asked again as he stood up and walked up to Archer.
"Don't overdo it," Hesita said quickly. "Hephaistos told me what happens when you overuse magic. You get affected by something called 'Mind Down' and collapse. In worst cases, it could kill you."
"Oh…I see…" Bell deflated a bit at that before looking back at Archer. "It's probably dangerous, isn't it?"
"It is," Archer nodded. "However…as I said, since I received the Falna, I feel like I am also getting magic power from both you and Lady Hestia. Depending on things such as the type of servant you summon…as in the hero you summon plus the class they are summoned into, I believe you may be able to summon another one provided Lady Hestia gives them her blessing as well. That is, if they accept it. Some heroes are rather arrogant and would refuse it after all."
"What class would you say then?" Bell asked, perking up again as Hestia sighed and shook her head.
"Caster would be my recommendation," Archer answered. "Being magic users themselves, they should hold a lot of magic power inside of them so that there isn't as much upkeep required for existing and using their abilities. They also have skills for creating and holding territory so they could be useful in tidying up this church a bit."
"Is it okay if I try, Goddess?" Bell asked, turning his shining puppy dog eyes toward Hestia who looked away as if his gaze was too bright for her.
"Grrr…" Hestia groaned as she glanced at Archer. "Is there any way to reduce upkeep even more?"
"If I do this…" Archer began before disappearing from view causing both of them to jump.
"Archer?" Bell called out as he waved his hand at the spot where Archer had been standing only to touch nothing but air. "Where are you?"
Both Bell and Hestia turned around to see that Archer had made himself at home on the couch, his long arms resting on the top of the couch with one leg over the other.
"Dematerialization," Archer said. "Most servants can do this. It temporarily shifts our bodies from the physical plane where we can't interact with anything but it helps reduce the cost. If it's too much for Bell to handle, I'll spend some time like that until he can handle it."
"Mumumumumu…" Hestia seemed both unwilling to let Bell take on such a risk while at the same time not wanting to deny her first Familia member something that would only help their Familia grow. "Fine! But if he falls unconscious you are dematerializing right away, got it!?"
"Thank you Goddess!" Bell said as he picked up the grail again and looked around. "Umm…so how do I…?"
"Follow me," Archer said as he took the grail from Bell's hands and headed up the stairs with the two of them following him.
Up on the altar of the church, Archer began carving a strange magic circle into the wood. As he worked, he also explained about the command spells that symbolized the connection between Master and Servant. Bell was confused for a second before he took off his glove and saw that red marking had etched themselves on the back of his left hand in the form of a flame made up of three lines. Archer explained that those three lines were spells that could be used to give a servant an absolute order that couldn't be disobeyed, even for the servant to take their own life if need be and were very valuable as it meant that the Servant would think twice before betraying him.
"I don't want to make anyone do something like that…" Bell muttered as Archer shrugged.
"Consider it insurance of a sort," Archer replied. "It's not like that's the only way you can use it. It can be used as a power up to let a Servant cast a spell immediately or for them to warp to your side if you are in danger. If it's an order that both you and the Servant agree upon like 'Take down that monster' then the Servant will get a power boost as they fight the monster you direct them too. The more specific the command, the more powerful the spell will be."
"I see. That's good then," Bell said, looking a bit happier that it wasn't just a tool to order someone to their own death.
"It's done," Archer said as he stood up and placed the grail on the pedestal at the edge of the alter. "Now say your chant clearly beside the circle and a Servant should appear."
Bell nodded at Archer's instructions as he held out his left hand with the command spells on them and began his chant.
With each verse the circle began to shine and a gust of wind began to blow from it. Behind Bell, Archer stood in front of Hestia to shield the goddess from the bellowing winds as Bell continued undaunted.
As the lights began to shine in a golden color, Bell hit the final verse.
"You seven souls who reside at the fate I wish to reach, Come forth from binding circle, Oh Keeper of the Balance!" Bell shouted as the light exploded.
"Did…did it work?" Hestia asked as she peered around Archer's back while Archer could only gape at the cloud of dust in front of Bell.
Bell meanwhile had his arms in front of his eyes to shield himself from the dust. As the dust began to dissipate, he lowered his arms and saw someone in front of him.
A man with golden hair and blood red eyes was staring at him with a frown on his face. He was wearing a short veil on the back his head, a short blue vest that didn't do anything to cover his bare chest and long red pants that opened up to reveal part of his thighs and legs. In one hand was a stone tablet and in the other was a large golden axe.
"Servant…Caster," The man declared. "Gilgamesh of Uruk has come due to your summoning, mongrel."