A few days ago.

Late at night, before the war officially started, two members of an ancient yet defunct magi clan made their way inside the ruins of an empty building. Decrepit and neglected, it was one of the few remaining places that had been left to rot that still had a connection to the leylines. Or rather, the weakest connection that was still salvageable. Most if not all similar, more ideal, properties had been bought off or taken over by a certain organization and were bustling with business and tourists, becoming new centres of Fuyuki and Minami City's nightlife.

It wasn't exactly fitting to perform a ritual summoning in such populated areas, but this place would serve its needed purpose. With the moon shining down from a hole in the ceiling, the tallest of the pair led the way into the largest room.

"In here, sister."

The shorter girl followed in, rubbing her cold hands against a scarf as she inspected the place her dear brother had picked out for her. Her gaze quickly narrowed to the markings and etchings scrawled across the floor as various pentagrams and glyphs likely drawn out in practice could be seen through the dust and grime.

"You already started marking the… Brother, are you sure no one has seen you coming by here?!"

"Relax," Shinji forced himself not to raise his voice and waited for her to do as asked before he continued. "This place should be good enough. I surveyed for over a week now and no one comes here except for a couple of delinquent upperclassmen of ours. A quick phone call to the police had them spooked out enough that they hadn't been back for a couple of days. So we should be fine."

With that, Shinji stepped away to kneel and mark the floor in red ichor. Vials of chicken blood they bought in the market just yesterday were used to ink the floor in silence. The girl frowned but took her brother's word for it. Shinji wouldn't lie to her, after all, hence why Sakura joined him to help draw a more complete version of the Servant-summoning circle in the cleanest part of the floor in haste. They needed to finish this before anyone else took notice. The last thing they needed was their loving parent and guardian of all people catching wind of what they were doing.

Soon, they managed to complete it to perfection. Or as close to perfection as they could achieve with not-so-fresh animal blood and a decrepit stone floor. They couldn't be sure it would work, but neither were they certain it would do otherwise. They hadn't been truly raised on magecraft before. Not properly, anyway. All they had to go off of was references in tomes and books they found stowed away in the attic. Their father likely never considered they'd be snooping around Zouken's things after the horrors he inflicted upon their family.

"Wait!" Which was why, just as his sister raised her hand over the etchings, Shinji snatched her wrist and pulled her back. "Sakura—"

"Not again. We've been over this, brother."

"But still—Mm!" Shinji was silenced with a finger to his lips. He took a couple of breaths but didn't relent his hold still. Only matching his adopted sibling's equally determined gaze. "But even so, this is still dangerous. If you become the anchor, then—"

"You cannot be the anchor, brother. We already established you lack the Magic Circuits for it."

"But that doesn't mean you're ready to risk your life just yet, Sakura! I know it was my idea to be prepared just in case, but that was because I was—"

"You were going to take on this duty like it's 'a burden reserved only for the head of the Matou clan', yada-yada, etc. Yes, Shinji. We went over this." Sakura rested a palm on the wrist Shinji was using to hold her. "But you and I both know that the stuff with Grandfather's old life has little to nothing to do with us now."

"The Grail War could still occur in Fuyuki, Sakura. You saw Zouken's notes. That thing is tied to the land itself. Meaning that, Matou or not, we're still at risk of what's to come. As the heir of the family name and the one responsible for your safety, I'd rather be damned if I'd let the disaster that befell Uncle Kariya happen to you—!"

Again, another finger, this time on his nose, had him falling silent. Sakura's eyes, though resolved and ready, were graced with a kind smile. "While I do appreciate you looking out for me, risking your own health for this when I'm more compatible would render your effort futile. Please, Shinji. Let me be the big sis for once."

Shinji's scowl crumpled under Sakura's upturned puppy-dog-eyed pleading. She was doing it on purpose and he sure as shit didn't want to give in for fear of what fate would befall her… But this was the price he paid for digging up those old books.

The prophesied cyclic occurrences of the Grail War, the requirements to summon Servants, the rules to fight to the death using said Heroic Spirits, and the intricacies of the ritual thereafter… It was kind of damning to be reminded he was a descendent of a twisted old bug man with ties to such a dastardly dangerous magic ritual. But knowing what they knew now, it's not like they could run away. Moreso when one of them was already marked by the abhorrent Grail.

He stared at the tri-petals marrying the back of Sakura's hand before meeting her eyes directly once more. In the end, he just couldn't say no to his sister who knew better. He groaned and released her hand. "Fine… Do what you want."

"Don't worry about me, dear brother." Sakura gave his cheek a soft pinch before pumping her fist with confidence. "I won't allow myself to lose this family. You can be sure of that!"

"I'll never doubt it." Shinji smiled for a bit before the scowl slowly returned. "Are you really ready, though? To kill, I mean." Sakura's shoulders hitched as she stood at the edge of the magic circle. In the end, he tried to dissuade her again. "It's unfair of me to say it again, but this was my idea so I'm not backing off here. I need to know, sis. This… this isn't a game."

"And I said it myself, didn't I?" Shinji didn't see her face, but he saw it. The moment that his little sister's posture stopped shifting nervously and raised her hand over the pentagram that started to glow, responding to the drops of chicken blood she poured down from the last vial. "I promise, brother. Even if what we're doing is just going on the defensive and hiding out until this all blows over… I will not let anyone ruin our normal lives."

'I won't stand for being trampled underfoot by the whims of others. Not again. Never again…'

She didn't say it. But Shinji knew what she meant.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he took a step back to observe Sakura start the ritual. Inwardly, he cursed his lacking self for putting this burden on her. Despite being the older brother, he was forced yet again to let her handle it… And that's despite initially wanting to do this on his own.

'Silver and blood to the origin. Crimson gold to the pact.'

The unrestrained water creates a pathway. The gates in the four directions open, coming upon the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulates.'

'Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce.'

Sakura had memorized every line, every meaning of the mantra. Having no choice but to memorize them from the decrepit books left behind by that monster. Shinji wanted to protest, but anything he'd say here was going to be ignored by Sakura. She was committed now.

'Your self is under me, your sword is my freedom (suffering). In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.'

The response was instantaneous. The moonlight was outshined by the crimson brightness erupting from the center of the room consuming their eyesight for a moment. Shinji had hidden his face behind his elbow, but he could see Sakura standing stalwart amidst it all, not once looking away from the ritual she wrought.

The blood red light soon brightened and slowly faded to a shimmer of pink as what was once two occupants of the room was now three. A katana in one hand while the other was placed on her hip, the Servant got up from her kneeling and opened her eyes. Between the Matou siblings, Shinji flinched a bit upon meeting the shorter newcomer's analyzing gaze. Though more diminutive than his sister, this girl—no, this woman was just as if not more intimidating than Sakura when she was mad. Clad in a somewhat blue haori rimmed with white and a black scarf, her face bore the ideals of a traditional beauty by Japanese standards… But the picturesque Yamato Nadeshiko of a samurai girl gave an almost foreign air due to her blonde hair that was hued closer to light pink than gold. The sharp eyes jumped from Shinji to Sakura before her, then to Sakura's hand where the Command Seals reside.

It was then she took a knee once more.

"Shinsengumi's First Unit Captain, Okita Souji. I ask, are you my Master?"

"Indeed, I am. Sakura. Matou Sakura. I am pleased to meet you, Okita-san." Sakura returned the bow. "This is my brother. Matou Shinji."

Shinji jumped a bit when the Servant raised her head to glance at him. He hoped she didn't notice him checking her out, but he tried for a flagrant smile when he noticed Sakura was the one smiling dangerously at him over her shoulder. She definitely noticed.

"Y-yeah. N-nice to meet you…" The dangerous aura leaking from Sakura's smile made him consider his words. As if he'd be so foolish to hit on a magical familiar, the nerve of this sister of his… "A-ahem. On behalf of the Matou cla… or what's left of it… we welcome you. Apologies for the dour place to do the summoning, but we were pressed for resources. We place our future and hope of victory in your hands, Miss Souji."

The girl then smiled before jovially nodding. As if she was used to the formalities of being inducted into a clan. Then again, she was a figure of history in a sense. No way she wouldn't be used to this.

"I will be fighting on behalf of the entire clan then, I see. Very well. My sword is yours, Master." She offered it up ceremoniously before hanging her sheathe by her hip. "Now then… out of curiosity, Is this perchance, your base of operations, Master? It doesn't strike me as an advantageous fortress forthwith to stand our ground."

"First name basis is okay if you're fine with it." Sakura replied before sighing. "And to answer your question, no. This is… um… well…" She then started to fiddle around, unsure how to say it. Shinji took it upon himself to straighten things out how he could.

"It's an abandoned area. We did the summoning here because it's the best place available to us at the moment. Our clan, or what's left of it, lacked the resources to do a proper ritual. All that talk of fighting for us Matou aside, it's not like we did this completely for the sake of our clan either." Crossing his arms, he dared to rip the band-aid off early. If she was Sakura's Servant, then she was obligated to listen and heed the warning. "My father is not aware we summoned you. Or rather, he isn't keen on either of us extending our knowledge or practicing magecraft in general. For that matter, we only participated in the Grail War out of necessity because we're aware the danger won't abate even if we remain ignorant."

"Hmm…" Okita Souji hummed to herself and nodded along. "So you mean to participate from the shadows. Not to worry. As part of the Assassin class, I am adept at doing just that. Though, don't take it to mean I cannot hold my own in direct combat. I am confident in my skills with the blade."

To demonstrate, her sword clicked once before swishing noises followed. Faster than the eye could see, four gashes deeper than three inches and in the shape of a perfect hash diagonally marred the wall behind her like a diamond. Shinji only saw the moment she resheathed her thin katana. He never saw her turn around to draw into the concrete wall.

"I…" Sakura tried not to audibly gulp and held her composure. The corner of Shinji's eye wasn't as relaxed, twitching shamelessly as his hairs stood on end. "I can see the veracity of your words, Okita-san. I humbly ask you to remain hidden from our enemies, though I would ask you to do the same for even our family when possible." Sakura stated a little sheepishly. "I know it's rude of me to say, but your existence is a danger for us too. I'd ask you to reveal yourself only to either my brother or I should it be necessary."

The young woman made a face, a curious look that Sakura found difficult to reply to. Shinji did it in her stead.

"Our family has a peculiar history with the Grail War itself, you see. For all intents and purposes, we intend to win but we also want to stay alive through it by not actively participating. We aren't doing this for the fame and glory that died with the former head of our clan. I just want my sister and I to live our normal lives in peace."

"Hm… Understandable. I will endeavor to keep it in mind." The Servant was taking things far easier than Shinji imagined. He expected her to be a bit cross with them for not wanting to be proactive. "What other orders will you have for me, then?"

"I…" Sakura hesitated. She was talking to a weapon needing orders to act, but for the life of him, even Shinji was stumped on what to do. Despite going through his grandfather's copious notes of what Servants were and how they functioned as the Servant half of the Grail's contract, neither he nor Sakura knew what to do or say from here.

They never fought a war before. They never killed before. As far as things like this go, Sakura was only ever a victim of it all. And he was just the bystander worried for his sibling.

"We would ask you to please…. Please protect our normal life."

In the end, Sakura took the first step. She always did when she saw an opportunity, despite the dangers it entailed. But she was shivering. She was trying so hard to live up to the expectations of a Master in Zouken's notes. Shinji could see it even as he stood three paces behind her.

Assassin closed that gap before her Master could break down to tears.

"That comes part and parcel with my contract, Sakura-sama. But how would you like me to proceed? I can see that a demure lady as yourself has the fire but not the means." Okita Souji, for the first time today since Shinji laid eyes on her, dropped the tense warrior air and stepped forward to cup Sakura's hands. "Starting today, I am your blade. How would you like me to cut."

Sakura took a deep breath, then exhaled. Another one and she finally relaxed. Then, she spoke.

"I want you to cut down those who would trample on the peace me and mine cherish. Even if I have not killed anyone, I would ask of you… Please… Please help me protect those who would trample on this pleasant and peaceful life I treasure most."

Once more, Okita Souji knelt to the floor and, like a knight swearing fealty to a princess, lowered her head.

"As you wish, Master. On my name as a Heroic Spirit, I will cut down your enemies."

Shinji had never felt more reassured and afraid at the resolve in the woman's pale eyes.

Present evening, Emiya Residence.

CLANG

Katana sparked off the legendary sword of British legend. Amidst the clashing lights, the wielders never broke off their intense glares.

Saber's was due to the resemblance more than the newcomer's interference. A cheap copy of her face worn by what could've passed for a clone defended her Master against her of all people… But she had her reasons for wanting to pry the answers out of the boy. Kiritsugu's betrayal, though a decade past, was still fresh on her mind.

Not even the betrayal of what had been her homunculus scion angered her as much as he and she wouldn't let this chance go.

Assassin was much less perturbed at the development of their predicament. Though facing one who carries her resemblance down to the mean furrow of her brow, an order was an order. To follow her Master's command, she intervened at just the right time. She couldn't have expected Saber would off her own Master from the get-go, but she was glad to have the boy safe behind her.

Now, she just had to pry off the lookalike and get him to safety. And if Saber would kindly die first, then that was a bonus in her opinion.

Then… there was Shirou.

Being protected by a Servant not his own, in fact he could clearly recognize her as the one trying to take out the silver-haired red one back at school not a few minutes ago, and also being nearly butchered by the Servant he called to his side… things were not looking up for him.

"W-wait! I-I think we have a misunderstanding—"

"Silence!" Saber hissed before pressing her weight down on her opponent. Assassin's stance held, but she was pushed back, digging a ditch with her heels as the angry knight pushed with sheer force of fury. Said fury was then converted into an explosive downward slash from point blank range that forced the lighter-built Assassin to flee.

"S-Saber! Stop—Wuh, WAIT!" Shirou tried to cry out but was stopped when he felt his feet suddenly leave the ground.

"Shush! You'll bite your tongue!" This was on account of Assassin having leapt away from her foe and dashed to distance the redhead even further away from the angry knight.

The care and attention she put into the wellbeing of a Master not her own infuriated the King of Knights even further. A fact that Assassin did her best to assure the boy.

"Stay calm, sir. I will protect you from her." Katana held at the ready, expression as calm as can be, she was poised for a fight, unlike the scowl on Artoria's face which belied a need to pummel something. "On my Master's orders, I will not let you have him."

"I care not for him, imposter who wears my face." The knight snarled, Excalibur Morgan held aloft and emanated malevolent energy. "However, I require him to answer my questions. Now scram before my sword rends that likeness of mine off your face!"

Assassin vanished from Shirou's front, immediately coming down on Saber from above with a smile and intention to behead her. Saved from the assassination only by locking her sword guard against the tip of the katana, Saber's teeth grit hard, a stark contrast to her foe's eager smile.

"I see you're as eager to cut my face as I am to rearrange yours."

Swinging her sword, Saber parried Assassin away. Having fully countered the lithe one's momentum though, she was unable to follow up and watched as the nimble samurai vaulted to stand between her and Shirou once more.

"A pity, however. My aim is just to protect, though if you would willingly let me maim your face, I can rid us of one issue and forego any confusion of identity between us henceforth!"

"Out of my way!" Saber charged. And contrary to her proclaimed class, Assassin met her head-on.

Swift strikes were counterattacked by heavy swings. Armor defended against lethal stabs, Saber letting them glance off her enchanted metallic protection with ease. Likewise, Assassin deftly danced around crushing blows before they hit. Vaulting over sideswipes, backstepping away from overhead crushing blows, though they shared nearly the same face and physique, their fighting styles contradicted one another to a T.

To Shirou who was awed by their combat prowess, it was a fascinating yet morbid wonder to behold. But at the same time, the rational side of him knew things would come to a head sooner or later, be it through one beheading the other or his own flying off if he were to intervene in that maelstrom of blades. While Saber was being a bit forceful in demanding answers, he could infer that Assassin meant no real harm. In fact, if she was ordered to protect him, that meant there was a Master out there who didn't want him dead. After his earlier violent encounter with Rider, wasn't that a plus?!

Still, they fought. Was it instinct or a warrior code to just swing at someone who wouldn't back down to your demands? Either way, the dangers of this clash didn't stop him from instinctively eyeing up those blades. His magecraft coming to the forefront, taking in the jumbled history of those weapons and the battles they fought, from inception to the present. It was a muddled mess of memories, some more jarring than others, but as he was left an observer being protected and targeted, he could do naught but try make sense of it all with amateurish grasping and feeling sicker the longer he stared.

But as the history of the blades themselves imprinted upon his mind, he felt more. Emotion, feelings, intent. The closer the memory was to the present day, the more vivid and comprehensive they were.

Of Assassin's, he couldn't yet be sure. Her mindset was sharp, her emotions calm and muted. Like a katana stowed away in its sheathe, not revealing a single inch as there was no intent to be drawn against him.

But then, there was Saber's. Excalibur Morgan was not shy to bare its wielder's anger, her dislike for him. It was animosity, not out of pure hatred but one of distrust. It was an animosity born out of betrayal. Or rather, that's what Shirou felt it was. More than that, there was a yearning. A question that it carried, born from its master's, Artoria's own heart.

'Why?'

He could vaguely see the last time her sword was used at full power. It was a recollection resonating with his projection as a mosaic of foggy feelings and images. A power unleashed by command, a great attempt to suppress it all, then… pain. Emptiness.

It felt like a hollow had formed in Shirou's chest. A connection akin to strings tugging at the pull of the memory.

Something resonated in his core. "NGH!"

And the shocking surge of pain snapped him out of his stupor, enough to make him kneel, hacking onto the floor.

"Gah…." He heaved. He exhaled, trying to catch a breath he didn't know he was holding. "What… what was that…?!"

He didn't know. He couldn't understand. He'd been enraptured studying the Noble Phantasms of Heroic Spirits, but unlike the spear Lancer held, the sword and katana both found ease slipping into his head. And whatever the reasons why it was so slipped his mind completely. Maybe it was the subtle affinity he had in blades, or the long practice he held himself to molding similar types of the weapon that he could just do it. He wasn't sure.

But now that he was coming to, kicked out of his deep thoughts by that… that… something, he could finally think straight.

'I have to stop this!' His mind raced, trying to come up with a justification, but they were already in his head. 'We're on the same side! There's no sense in them killing each other!'

Without any second thoughts, Shirou got up and ran. Adrenaline pumped hard and fueled his sheer stubbornness to think before leaping into danger. And what a danger it was, for both Servants were so focused on their fight that they almost didn't notice that the object of their conflict threw himself between their swords.

"BOTH OF YOU, STOP!"

Assassin's eyes widened as she slid to a halt before she could run Shirou through. Her aim had been Saber, but with him in the way, she just narrowly missed skewering his throat. Fortunately, she caught her foe's own sword and parried it just enough that the boy kept his head.

"What in hell do you think you are doing, idiot?!" To the surprise of everyone, it was Saber who roared. Her sword was the one closest to killing him, having been swung down expecting to overpower and bisect Assassin's forefront charge.

But… with Shirou's back toward her, she could not see the expression the suicidal boy wore as he raised his hands up, protectively shielding Artoria of all people, even after she tried to maim him earlier.

"Both of you, put down your weapons."

"As if you have any right to make demands! Move!" Saber snapped but was met with a glare over the boy's shoulder as he pleaded with his eyes. That determined gaze, it was enough to make her flinch in that he'd rather be killed than acquiesce.

"Boy, get away from her." In turn, Assassin quietly hissed, not once letting her lock of Saber's blade falter as she spoke but visibly perplexed as to why the one she was protecting was taking such drastic actions. "I cannot fulfill my master's order if you will willingly get yourself killed. Stand aside."

"Please, Assassin! This is a misunderstanding!" Shirou yelled before looking over at the Servant behind him again. Artoria met his earnest gaze with a confused but angry one. "Saber protected me earlier. Though she might've pointed her sword at me, she was just demanding answers! If she wanted me dead, she needn't have protected me against Rider who tried to take me or my Command Seals away!"

"Be that as it may, I have my orders to protect you from hostile intent." Assassin pushed forward, winning the reverse-tug-of-war by inching their swords away from Shirou's neck, the sparks had him squinting slightly. He didn't budge though and kept his arms up, unknowingly blocking any of her attempts to push the fight away from his person. "I will not ask again. Stand aside, please!"

"I won't!" Shirou, raising his voice, persisted. Even as their weapons glinted and sparked by his face, he did not budge. "She… Saber is my Servant! Whoever you or your Master is, I will not stand by as you threaten her. I… I will not allow it!"

Stupid boy.

Such was the thought plastered on Assassin's face. And though without a mirror, Artoria was certain her expression said the same.

Emiya Shirou… Nay. Despite owning the same family name, he did not carry himself like that man.

Artoria didn't have the heart to spare the betrayer, the one who snatched defeat from her almost-inevitable victory… She couldn't ever, ever, forgive that man no matter what… However…

SRRRK

The hiss of steel pulling away surprised both Assassin and Shirou as Saber was the first to withdraw her blade. Hateful eyes dead-set on the boy's broad back, it loomed over to his surprised, albeit hopeful, stare at her.

Artoria… she didn't know what to make of this boy who summoned her. He looked nothing like the cold mercenary. His appearance carried nary a similarity, nor did his eyes share the same dull and indifferent look that man beheld when he saw the world. And yet he was aware of her because of his father.

Emiya Kiritsugu…

Artoria wanted the truth and only the truth. Never again will she be betrayed and used by others. To that, she swore, hence why she donned dark armor and the accursed blade of Vortigern, Hammer of the Vile King… Excalibur Morgan…

…

…

Or so she assumed. Her memories were muddled. Beyond the moment when she lost the last war and the moment she was summoned to this one, she only had the awareness that some time had passed. Artoria couldn't fully recall what occurred in the rift between the two points.

Hence, why she tried to gather information. Hence why her fury burned as hot as the coals of hell when the boy claimed to be a son of that man.

Assassin's interference in the matter made everything more difficult, complicating her task of questioning the brat. The thief who stole her face spoke of protecting Shirou from her! What nonsense! When was it heard that Masters needed protection from their own Servants?! Hypocrisy from a fake, especially when she was another's Servant interfering in their affairs!

She didn't intend to kill one who may only be a bystander. As low a possibility for any spawn of her betrayer to be innocent, she wasn't entirely mindless and lost to revenge.

She sought only the truth.

"I won't allow it. I know I can trust Saber with my life. She isn't my enemy, or yours. She's a knight of justice above all! An ally!"

… And hearing those words as he defended her from the interloper… That made Artoria lower Excalibur Morgan nonthreateningly.

'Fool…' It didn't stop her from judging his character, however.

Irises of pale gold stared at the back of the redhead boy. Unknowingly, Saber's lips had pierced, judgmentally dismissing the boy's naiveté in showing his back to someone who threatened him. She was surprised, yes. But even more than that, she was a tad bit doubtful of the mortal who summoned her.

To act as a human shield for someone who raised their blade against him… T'was a foolish act. Though it made her feel warm inside for some mysterious reason, she quashed that thought to momentarily turn her glare at the other who'd yet to comprehend her Master's decision.

Assassin took longer to lower her blade. Tensions had stilled but a trained killer, a hardened warrior, would never drop their guard. For her vigilance, Artoria could commend that face-thief.

Yet she cared little of what thoughts the other blonde harbored, only what she'd do now in the face of her charge defending his oppressor.

"Young man, are you truly of the mind that this beast in armor wouldn't turn against you as she did earlier?" Assassin spoke carefully, eyes on Artoria through and through.

"I am. I appreciate your well-meaning intentions, but I ask you two to stop." The boy spoke with all the confidence he could master. Lacking in the face of an active combatant, but it was more than telling of where he stood in this matter. That of opposing either of them from entering combat again. "As her Master, I swear on my life, Saber is not a threat. Not to you or me. It was all a misunderstanding."

"… so you're a pair in this war as well… hmph…" Assassin's brow furrowed a bit in disgruntlement. Her mutterings went unheard, save for Saber's heightened senses picking it up as the other woman swung her katana to the side. Pointed away, but not sheathed. "Very well. To clarify, boy, you are certain you need not my protection, yes?"

"My Master is a participant of this war." Artoria cut the brat off before he could get a say. "As I am. Do not interfere in our business, interloper. I suggest you take your leave. I will not ask twice!"

"Saber—?!"

"Be silent."

She chose to be blunt, curt, and unyielding. As much as she wanted to wring the boy's neck for answers, he was too naïve and open-minded to be fighting any battles, verbal or otherwise. Judging by his temperament, he would sooner ask Assassin and her Master to join forces, something even Artoria, the King of Knights who fought on the side of chivalry and justice once, knew was not a risk they could take. Maybe it was her darkened form, an aspect clouded by cynicism that weathered through numerous betrayals, that influenced her decision, but she'd be damned letting the brat get himself killed.

To that end, despite her hatred for his family name, she opted to stand between Assassin and Emiya Shirou.

The Servant across from them broke the silence with a tired sigh.

"Hm, my orders were to protect the boy. No more, no less. For whatever reason, my Master deems his safety a priority and does not want to see him hurt… But judging by your personal stance against me, as well as that detestable likeness of yours, Saber… even a cordial agreement of non-aggression seems… arduous at best."

"I'd welcome a neutrality from your camp, that is, at the cost of your face, or maybe head on a spike. It'd make the matter easier as I need not fight you or your own at all if you're already dead."

"Hm. I'd welcome you to try and behead me yourself, alas it is not my right to push this issue any further." Assassin deftly twirled her katana before sheathing it in her scabbard. "Master of Saber, my own Master wishes to speak with you very soon. On her behalf I propose we hold a peaceful conversation in…" she fell silent, as if communicating telepathically before saying with a smile. "How about two hours? Care for tea?"

"You dare make demands in our territory, knave?! Why should we agree to such terms?"

Behind her, the boy started stammering… Or perhaps blustering. Though she wasn't in the right to speak for him as her Servant, Artoria knew better than to let the fool take the lead. He wasn't prepared for her to turn on him earlier. He sure as hell wasn't prepared for a potential threat to come waltzing through the home's doorstep. For all she knew, Emiya Shirou would happily welcome the outsider just because they tasked their Servant to 'protect him' earlier.

Even though Saber said 'our' or 'we', her own chances of victory lay on the shoulders of a dunce that knew not to be cautious of any in possession of a blade that could cleft him in twain.

"I wasn't talking to you, Saber." But Assassin was cheeky, that much she could tell. "But be that as it may, my Master's request is meant for the boy. Not the traitorous knight who pointed their sword at their liege." Turning to him again, Assassin ignored Artoria's death glare. "Emiya Shirou, yes?"

They both flinched. Assassin knew his name.

"Y-yeah?" Saber flinched harder when the brat confirmed it by responding.

"You don't mind, right? My Master said she insists you listen to reason and discuss the matter personally. On her life, I vow to not raise a hand against you or your Servant. Likewise, I ask you and yours uphold the same."

Assassin had the gall to smile using Artoria's face. This was beyond troubling now.

Assassin's Master knew his name. That meant that someone did their research, or far worse, they were affiliated with the brat in person.

And considering how recent she was summoned, not even an hour ago, the latter was far more likely.

Artoria internally cursed her Master's downtrodden luck. Saved from Rider at the nick of time, but already in the sights of an Assassin before she was even called…

A cursory glance over her shoulder informed Artoria something more. The brat's face was one of blatant shock. Recognition. Meaning he knew, or perhaps, had an inkling as to who Assassin's Master may be. And the glint of fear in his eyes told Artoria all she needed to know.

She grit her teeth. If it wasn't the traitorous drama of her previous Master, it was the personal conflict of her newer, greenhorn one. Lowering her tone, she grunted.

"What will you do?"

"W-what?"

"I am your Servant." Saber said through grit teeth. "I will abide by your request. Even if I still demand my answers, our… partnership should not be strained by indecision. This is a matter between Masters, not Servants. So? What. Will. You. Do."

She stated it as gratingly as she could under breath. He was slow on the uptake now, but more due to her cooperative approach despite having nearly beheaded him earlier. Fortunately, he wasn't that slow an idiot as he gulped air once and spoke up.

"I… will agree to the terms. Saber and I won't attack and accept a cordial discussion. I-if you're willing, I'll prepare some snacks and tea for when you arrive."

Saber could've facepalmed at the invitation. This was supposed to be a negotiating table and yet the brat was taking it as a chance for actual teatime! Then again, he was relaxing a bit more, taking an assertive stance. A preference for the possibility that conflict could be resolved peacefully, perhaps? She couldn't be sure if it was boundless optimism or just his lack of awareness.

Her past experience with other magi informed her they never relaxed their guard much. Even when they did, it was only in the safety of their fortresses behind mystic traps and barriers. This boy's home was hardly impregnable, least of all impervious to intrusions by Servants. Two times invaded already. The first one wasn't even an Assassin, just a brute-forcing Rider.

She'd need to be the fortress for him. And wasn't that an irony, equivocally being a near-mutinous army guarding a naïve and foolish lord…

"I will arrive with my Master soon." The lookalike bearing a casual grin bowed a bit before leaping up the property wall with one bound. "Rest assured, we will make our presence known once we are nearby."

The Servant then dispersed into spirit form, disappearing as swiftly as she came. Saber didn't relax just yet. She could still sense the bastard samurai. But the brat sighed and nearly fell to his knees. Disappointing, compared to her previous Master… then again, that was a comparison she hoped would never come true.

She turned to him, dispersing only her sword as she helped him to his feet.

"Do not let your guard down. I can still sense her presence."

"You think she'd go back on her word?"

"The Assassin class is not known for honoring their deals. Though, despite being known for their Presence Concealment ability, this is the first of her kind I've noticed that doesn't utilize it fully. She'd been observing us from afar before, only intervening when our talk became… a little heated. Yet, she doesn't give me the impression of a professional silent killer. Only a fleet-footed interloper."

Saber huffed, unapologetic about her earlier behavior but keen enough to teach the boy in what he needed to know to stay alive. Inexperienced as he was, this was not the time to expunge upon him her rage.

"That copycat… She fights more befitting of a Saber than an Assassin. Still, you must be careful around her. And do not simply drop your guard when she claims to fight for your sake! That is a fool's errand."

"But she's—"

"She may have been truthful about her intent, but if you dare think all Servants share her amicability, think again!" she scolded. "You are a Master of this War. Do not disappoint me with your naiveté, boy."

"Saber, I—…" she silenced him with a glare. It took him a couple of seconds but soon he slowly nodded in confirmation. "I'm sorry… I'll… I'll be careful next time."

"See that you do. The less you are informed, the more of a disadvantage you are in. You cannot take their words at face value. Always assume the worst is to come and do not hesitate to act if it does. This is but a learning experience, but the next time could spell your end. Worse still, betrayal. Your father of all people should serve as an example."

His expression shifted a bit at that. It was one of incredulity. Of honest disbelief. "You… you don't mean…"

Saber's hand squeezed tightly around the hilt of her blade. But for his sake, he dispelled the frustration and her weapon into fragments of light.

He didn't know. Of course he wouldn't. He was a fool. But from the determination in his eyes then and now, she could see him as an earnest individual. Misguided, but earnest… She could see him becoming a better fighter, a better Master. Though, with how amateurish he was now, any improvement was better than nothing at all.

And withholding truth on her part would serve only as detrimental in the future.

"Your father and I… we were about to win the war. I had but one foe left to face, one more obstacle to remove before we'd have succeeded and claimed our personal wishes… But…" Gritting her teeth for but a second, the maturity of her age suppressed it lest she intimidate the boy yet again. "At the close of the battle, whence I thought he was to aid me against that venomous vixen, he used his Command Seals… and ordered me to destroy the Grail."

The boy wore his heart on his sleeves, expression shifting in confusion. "But… why?"

"That is something I plan on prying from the man myself. Even if I have to flay his skin off his back, I—!" She sharply cut herself off with a breath. Collecting herself, she didn't know what came over her. Or perhaps it was the freshness of the experience of betrayal that brought it on? She wasn't certain. She was about one thing, however. "Justified or not as he was, I will not permit even you to get in my way. I will cooperate with you in this war, but only that! I will not bow, I will not break. And if you try to stop me as he did, I will shut you away. Even if you aren't around, so long as you live with those seals on your arm, I will persist until there is nothing left of me. Is that understood?"

Emiya Shirou nodded. But unlike any other who would've feared her for the veiled threat of imprisonment, he stood tall. "I won't hold you back. I… I may not yet be a capable magus, but I've been training. I will try my best to support you."

Pale orbs blinked, staring deep into initially determined then shy amber orbs. Her silence must've bothered him. That or her scoffing smirk because the young man was the first to break eye contact.

"W-what is it?"

"Emiya Kiritsugu… is not a man who'd put his life on the line for the sake of others. But as a magus, he was capable, lethal, and effective against our foes then. I will admit to not approving of his methods, but I can now at least see the merit in his uncouth ways." Saber then stepped forward to tap his chest with a metal-clad finger. "You, however, are a naive fool. One who willingly throws himself in the center of a battlefield with little regard for his own safety. I shall make it a point lest you accuse me of not stating it ever. I need not your protection. Not when you yourself are incapable of competing against Servants. That is, unless you want to get us killed, in which case, I may see you locked in a box for the foreseeable future."

"However… I do not deride you for your selflessness. Only your inexperience. " She stepped away from him, letting her armor dissipate as she no longer detected Assassin's presence. Left with her dress, dark as the night against her pale skin, she turned to make her way back into the home. She stopped two feet from the door to add, "You… are not like that man. That alone is enough of a reason for me to not treat you as my enemy. I will continue to judge you, and observe as you put in the effort to keep your word. Though I cannot see your strength as something acceptable for one to be my Master, your character… already puts you leaps and bounds ahead of my previous one. See to it that you don't disappoint me."

"I won't Saber, I swear."

She could tell it from the pitch of his voice that he was excited to be given a chance. Without a doubt, he was still uncertain of the truth of the matter between herself and his father, but if he was as earnest as she expected him to be, then maybe…

No. She wouldn't rely on him. Saber couldn't allow him to be a crutch. He was but a means to an end. One that would serve as her anchor until she found someone better, he failed her, or she won.

For now… perhaps he could be of some help in filling her decade-long blank.

"Come, we must speak of the meeting to come."

"Er… eh?" Saber was already entering the home when she noticed the brat was still looking at the devastation around. "B-but… shouldn't we clean up first?"

"Worrying about cleanliness and keeping this encounter a secret is indeed a priority. However, as the fool that instigated a meeting with another Master not five minutes earlier, without preparation, without caution, and very little consideration placed on what it may imply to other Masters secretly observing from the shadows, I'd say the marks on your yard are the least of your worries, Master."

"I… I understand, Ar—Saber."

Her lips curled in the corner. He was learning.

"Very good. Now, hurry along. The sooner we are prepared, the sooner we can move on to topics less dire but still pressing. I will need you to inform me of what you learned of the Fourth War as I believe I have more to correct than your initial misgivings."

Shirou did his best not to wince under the intense state of his own servant.

"I hope we don't have any misunderstandings between each other then. I… I hope you and my father can come to an accord."

She hoped so too. Else she was splitting someone's head and she wouldn't think her good-natured Master would appreciate it being his family.

"We shall see. Though I was summoned of this nature almost opposite of my original, I am still willing to forgive such transgression. Given the appropriate justification, that is."

She turned to give the boy a reassuring nod. He flinched however. Despite apparently being taller than her now that they stood side-by-side without her boots or being on uneven terrain, he still found her intimidating.

"Relax. And feel grateful I'm in a rather merciful mood right now."

Suddenly, a growling could be heard. Saber's eyes snapped down to the belly of her dress before shooting back up to the boy's eyes. He stifled a grin, but she saw it. She wouldn't call him out on it, however. She wasn't that petty.

"It seems I'm feeling a little famished after ten years of being in limbo, Master. Perhaps you can prepare a meal alongside the tea you oh, so graciously wish to serve our guests later."

"S-Saber, is it really the time—?!"

"I'm sorry. Were you implying you don't need me to be battle-ready after all? When we're going to meet a potential enemy Master and Servant soon?"

The boy was already moving. "I'll get it done, ma'am!"

"Very good…"

No. Saber was not petty. Whoever would imply such a thing?

Fuyuki Forest.

In the early hours of the morning, when the quiet European-styled castle was still chilly and surrounded by fog, the peace of the early dawn was interrupted by the impact of a towering, almost-chiseled shape of a man.

A little girl seemingly waiting for the behemoth's return calmly and nonchalantly approached him, using the back of her hand to dust off his brow before eyeing the wounds marring his thick arms and chest.

"You did an excellent job, Berserker…" the Master of the Einzberns fueled some of her mana supply into their connection, enduring the slight pain of forcing enough to immediately heal her Servant. Though the man himself never once flinched or even seemed bothered by the grisly stab and cutting wounds, his stony flesh was restored to its chiseled and perfect form once more.

The girl let out a sigh, satisfied that not only was her champion able to return swiftly, Heracles had done his job. The opening night of the War was going smoothly.

"Come." Turning around, she ordered the giant of a man. Wordlessly, he took her up on his shoulders and started marching into the castle, heading straight for the study wherein she'd spent her time waiting for his return. But before they even reached it, two ladies-in-waiting, seemingly identical in their appearance except for their contrasting expressions, met them with haste. Or rather, one of them did while the other trailed behind a little more lazily.

"Lady Illya, you didn't need to come meet him here yourself! Need I remind you to actually get some rest!" The elder of the homunculi maids and the naggiest of the pair had Illya's eyebrows furrowing. "Berserker isn't a bird you need to fawn over tirelessly. Even a scratch or two would heal without you needing to busy yourself over him."

"Sella means 'you need sleep'." The other maid, the one more carefree despite her robotic intonation, added. "Also, Breakfast is cold. Not tasty anymore."

The former maid glared at her companion, but Illya cut her off before she could say anything else.

"You don't need to tell me twice, Sella. One night spent awake is no issue for me." Berserker continued walking, taking long strides that forced the maids to trail after them in a hurry. "At least Leysritt brought my dinner to the office."

"Welcome," stated the lackadaisical maid.

Meanwhile, her fellow wasn't so easy to dissuade.

"Be that as it may, Lady Illya, you should preserve your strength. Ordering Berserker out there in full force is one thing, but to command he distract a Servant in order to protect—"

"Stop!" Not just the titan of a man, but even the worried woman's voice was cut short by Illya who gazed down on them from her perch on Berserker's shoulders. "We've been over this, Sella. What I order Berserker to do is none of your concern. I am his Master. And if I want him to protect my brother, he will do it. And he did just that. Perfectly, might I add."

Something akin to a growl reverberated from the giant's chest. It wasn't words neither of the homunculi maids could comprehend, but their liege seemed to be able to.

"Don't be so modest. Even if you failed to kill that dog in blue, you still held your ground against him and his toothpick. Thank you again, Berserker." Illya smiled brightly while stroking the giant's coarse hair. "We'll get him next time. For certain, you protected Shirou using your body as a meat shield. But as expected of the strongest Servant, he barely wore you down with his weak attacks. Even if we didn't get him to show his Noble Phantasm or uncover his identity, you did more than enough tonight."

She was seemingly able to have one-sided conversations with a beast of a man debilitated by the Madness Enhancement. It spoke volumes of her prowess as a Master, but even if her homunculi maid servants didn't sense any ill intent from him, they still found it odd for their once-indifferent liege to fawn over the Servant. More so when she did it as equally as she'd fawn over her distant 'family' in the city.

"Just a little more, Berserker. Let's be patient." Answering with another grumbling growl even as the giant himself never opened his mouth. Illya continued to pat his hair, not once bothered by the giant's lack of words. "We may be on the backfoot being outnumbered, but we won't lose. So long as we can hold out long enough until my friends arrive, we'll be able to make do and save my brother from this mess."

"Lady Illya, I still do not understand who you're always referring to." Sella's concern interrupted her train of thought as Illya hopped off her Servant's shoulders to enter the study. The maids followed along even as Berserker dispersed into spirit form. "Your grandfather didn't mention any outside parties assisting us this time around. Never mind my advice that associating yourself with that boy might be a bad idea. Even if he is related to the traitor—"

"Don't worry your head too much, Sella. Grandfather only cares about me winning the war and getting him the Grail. He won't care about anything I plan to do as a means of achieving that goal. Or did you forget he essentially just threw only you two with me because he doesn't see it fit to utilize all the resources the family has left?"

Sella's expression froze before shifting to one of frustration. Like Illya, she too was aware of her circumstances. A last gambit, she wasn't completely. While it was true Acht pooled so many resources and time into making her the best possible chance to succeed, it was also certain the ancient golem had diverted a majority of his power into recovering and preserving what assets remained of the Einzbern manor in Germany. True to his programming, he was out there somewhere, still trying to power the factory to birth yet another Einzbern homunculi that would take Illya's place unless she won.

She was just yet another disposable pawn. As were Leysritt and Sella. That the Master of the Einzberns took the form of a child with a serious expression unbefitting of someone her age was not a concern. She was an asset. One Acht deemed satisfactory for this Grail War but nothing more.

Win or lose, they were all sent her to die. In the end, victory at any cost was all that mattered for the ancient golem abiding by its original programming.

But Illyasviel von Einzbern was not of the same mind.

"As for Shirou, I thought I already told you to drop it? He is my brother. My responsibility as an older sibling. Since his life was put in danger, it's only natural I'd look after him. To make sure he won't die a needless death due to that man's stupidity."

"Lady Illya, see reason! You aren't even related by blood!"

"Not a concern. Even if I initially chose this route to spite that bastard father of mine, I am still resolved to taking him away from all this." The girl adamantly retorted, arms crossed and refusing to even consider her aide's words. "Kin or not, surely it is understandable that an older sister does all they can to look after their young and naive sibling, right?"

"Relatable. Sella can't go on without me worrying about her at all times. Younger siblings need to be looked after."

"See? Even Liz agrees with me!"

Leysritt hummed and nodded as if it was a matter of fact. Though, she may have just agreed simply because the monotonous one of the pair would rather appease their master than actually think about it for longer than a second. Sella simply grit her teeth and suppressed the strong urge to pinch her homunculi 'sister' on the cheek.

Actually, she didn't hold back and did it anyway, twisting the expressionless maid's pale cheek.

"Ow. Sella. That hurts. Let your older sister go."

"I am the older one here, you dimwit! And between us both, I am the one picking up the slack for your negligence in duties and care for the mansion!"

She pinched hard. But all that came of it was Leysritt's monotone whining. Hell, she didn't even seem fazed despite her pale cheek being pinched turned as red as a tomato. Liz did stare at her 'older sibling' up and down before landing her gaze on target.

"Do not worry, Sella. I am proud of you for being responsible." She nodded amidst the strain of being pinched and added a statement that had the normally calmer of the pair fuming. "You may need to drink more milk, but it's fine. Sella is a growing girl after all."

"Leys—!"

"Ngh?"

The pair instantaneously stopped their banter as a cold chill ran down their spines. Turning to their master, she too was already made aware by the disruption on the fringes of the territorial barrier. "Intruders."

"An Enemy Servant?" Sella questioned, concerned. "Did they chase after Berserker when he retreated?"

The mountain of a man didn't say. In fact, it remained quiet as Illya, eyes closed and humming to herself, came to a decision. Tapping the giant on the shoulder, Heracles knelt so as to let her dismount.

"Prepare to welcome our guests, you two."

"My Lady?" Sella looked confused. Liz as well, though she didn't show.

"We have guests, Sella. They'll be arriving at the main gate in a bit." Illya said calmly. "Come on. Stop gaping like a fish out of water. We must be polite, considering they came all this way not to fight."

Closing one eye and using her magecraft to allow the hidden organ to see what her familiars did. Having planned ahead and summoned a bird made out of a strand of her hair, she'd left it on standby after Berserker arrived. Even now, it still sat perched up on one of the taller towers of the castle. Their vision was vastly enhanced by magecraft, allowing Illya an almost clear vision of those approaching.

A number of suited individuals. Some were armed with weapons and firearms and all of them masked, yet none showing any form of hostility as they stopped their vehicle at the unlocked front gate. In total, they numbered six, but only two made their way into the estate. The rest remained still near their vehicle. There really was no need to post guards around here. The magical barrier would've warded away any normal intruders, and had it been another Master-Servant pair, Berserker would've rushed them at her behest.

But then these people were wearing a mask almost thematically identical to someone she knew, hence her lackadaisical approach to their arrival. Or rather, Illya suppressed the small bout of eagerness to meet them herself.

This was the first time that person sought contact with her directly. In her estate no less, not even bothering with the eyes posted to monitor her every move.

She spied on them through her familiar as she walked, promptly stopping by the stairs of the main foyer to sit and wait while her servants followed behind. Heracles dispersed without a word, ready and waiting in her shadow.

"... Hm… So he sent me his messengers… A shame I won't get to meet him again so soon… I really wanted to chat now that we don't have to worry about Grandfather spying on us…"

"My Lady, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing…" Illya replied, a little bored but internally calculating how best to approach this situation.

As it had been a while since their last correspondence, she'd have wanted it to be a personal meeting with her benefactor. But now, she had to be polite and settle for the messengers. Sighing, she waved her hand and mana started to shift. In the air and all around her, then in the glyphs and hidden seals outside the mansion. They dispersed at her will.

"I deactivated the traps and boundary fields. Liz, remind me to set them up again later. Go prepare the parlor for now. Sella, you go greet them in the main hall. Please prepare tea for our friends after you send them to me. We need to show them our hospitality."

Both maids looked troubled. Although Leysritt was quick to obey, scurrying off down the hall, Sella remained, unmoving and staring at her mistress.

"Lady Illya, is it wise to act like this? How could you be so sure the ones coming aren't—"

"Sella, who is in charge of the Einzbern clan in this war?"

The question was rhetorical. The maid knew that from reading her liege's stern expression, a rarity from the girl who often pretended like she was still a child.

To acquire aid from outsiders and even disregard notifying Lord Acht… this was a blatant show of disobedience to the elder golem's creed to further the clan's goals. An act of sabotage even.

"I… I understand. Forgive me, my lady." But between the master abroad and the lady she had to wait on before her, the servant could not but fall silent before heading out without another word of argument.

In the shadows of the lone homunculi Master, a low growl seemed to emanate from the beast in spirit form. The girl was quick to reassure him, giggling quietly at his uncharacteristic show of concern. Or emotion at all for that matter.

"You needn't worry, Berserker. Sella and Liz are as loyal as they are harmless to me. They are good people. Though they would report this all to grandfather, I'm certain he's too preoccupied to deal with our little rebellion."

To rebel… Just the thought of openly acting against her guardian's stringent rules brought a soft smile to her lips. And to think, all it took was being the obedient doll for a few years. She scoffed and heartily chuckled.

"In any case, even if he does try to intervene, I trust you'd protect me to the end. Like you always do, isn't that right, Berserker? You are the strongest Servant, after all."

He didn't respond, remaining quiet and still as a pool. A very large and peaceful sea. But the mana that manifested the surface of his astral state rippled within her, a silent sign of solidarity.

"Thank you, Heracles." The door to the main hall creaked open. Illya, despite her diminutive stature, stood tall and confident, meeting her masked guests with a haughty smile as Sella led them in. "Good day to you, my dear guests. Welcome to Einzbern Castle."

The pair glanced at each other before giving a polite bow. Their uniforms, though seemingly not of any standard military garb, were formal. That they came unarmed compared to their fellows waiting outside spoke of a cordial approach completely absent of hostilities.

It was like they trusted her not to act against her. Meaning—

"Ahem. Might you all be mutual friends of mine and Zero?"

"Our lord and liege sends their regards and expresses their apologies for being unable to meet with you sooner, Lady Einzbern. Forgive us for coming armed and unannounced. Though we are his messengers and soldiers, Master Zero ordered we prioritize avoiding drawing attention to your abode by instigating a fight on your grounds."

—direct confirmation. She was ecstatic to be correct. So much so that she didn't care if Sella would report this to her grandfather later. If they became obstacles or a threat, she'd deal with them herself. She'd be merciful, in part because she quite appreciated their presence and cooperativeness thus far.

But… she had her own obligations to herself. To the pair representing the man who offered her that deal long ago, she gave a small understanding smile back.

"It is forgiven. I have been waiting patiently for quite some time already. A little delay is of no concern. Come. Let us continue in the parlor. Sella."

At her word, the maid quietly nodded and led the way. Liz was likely done preparing, being very meticulous given the importance of the matter. The two guests trailed behind Illya as she acted as the generous host. Once they were settled in the parlor with tea cups each, Illya sat back and drank. Neither of her guests made to touch their teacups nor remove their masks. Instead, they carried on like it was a stiff mission briefing by unlatching the briefcase they brought with them.

"As per the agreements of your alliance with him, Master Zero has asked us to deliver something to you. Information and aid to your faction in this conflict, that is." Sliding the folders halfway across the table, Illya waited for Sella to pick them up and deliver them to her hands. "Firstly, data on the currently known Masters of the war."

"Oh?"

She rifled through the folder and saw a number of labels differentiating Masters and Servants, grouping them by their teams under the name of their respective Servant Class. Drawing one out, she saw that not only did they have the personal file on the Master of Lancer and her current living circumstances, they even had recorded data and postulations as to the identity of Berserker's opponent the night before.

It was quite a thorough collection.

It had barely been a night since the first fight broke out and they already prepared this much. More than that, they had data on five teams including her personal file which she took out to study. It was very detailed. Not in the sense that they had a familiar spying on her 24/7, but more the practical data of who she was, who were related to her, be it her family, her clan, and those she kept around her a majority of the time. The data on Berserker, though not as detailed to have his real identity named, had covered the majority of his combat stats and even had a list of suggestions where his strength was better applied.

A likely contributor to this was the show that was his fight against Lancer. She was impressed.

Skimming through it all, a small sheet of paper appended at the bottom dropped out. Sequestered between data sheets, it was a list with the label 'minders'. Sella and Leysritt's names and faces were tacked onto it, as well as pictures of other homunculi she didn't recognize but could tell were Einzbern-made.

"What is this?" she inquired not acknowledging the momentary widening of Sella's eyes when she saw it.

The second of the pair who'd been quiet all this time spoke.

"Those would be a list of members your faction has deployed under the banner of the Einzberns. Though, Master Zero has instructed us to corroborate with yourself which on the aforementioned list are actually yours."

'Grandfather's spies.' Such was the thought that crossed the girl's mind. With a confident smirk, she used a bit of her mana to burn the bottom half, erasing Liz and Sella's names off the list before handing the rest back to the masked representative. "It seems I have mine accounted for. The rest… I leave up to Zero's discretion."

"Understood, ma'am." The one who accepted back the list of names took one glance at it before it burst into flame, seemingly ignited by the wordless use of magecraft to erase all evidence. "We will inform headquarters and ensure you have access to at least one of our intelligence members to maintain steady contact with Master Zero for the foreseeable future."

"Hoh? So you're going to send me a 'minder' of your own?" she smirked. But the man across from her seemed to be void of humor as he politely declined.

"Not so, Lady Einzbern. As this is a cooperative alliance, Master Zero wishes for you to have someone to keep you informed and in the loop of our operations. As it stands, publicly meeting you is too big of a risk for his plans. But with that in mind, he wishes to offer you as much help as he can provide in order to assure your victory."

From the briefcase, he pulled out a small handheld phone. Brand new and wireless, its technological make was not something Illya, a full-bred magus, was familiar with. Next to it, the masked man placed an instruction manual.

"Master Zero sends you this. The latest of our intelligence department's creation armed with a standard encryption as well as a magical anti-tracer to enable communication between yourself and our agents in the field without worry of eavesdroppers and spies. Should the Master need to reach you directly, he can also call you through it."

"Quite odd. For a magus as yourselves to turn to technology…"

It was a passing comment, a careless remark. But it seemed to rub Zero's representative the wrong way as he stiffened for a bit before replying,

"I'd prefer it if you do not associate us with that kind, Lady Einzbern. Though we do have some in our numbers previously designated as such, collectively, we prefer to not be called by that term. We are above such… monstrosities."

"What my associate means to say is that though we may utilize magecraft, none in our organization are called magi. Many prefer to not be anymore." The second representative, Illya now noticed the voice belonging to a woman, spoke on behalf of her companion. "Master Zero has explained that, like us, you are dissatisfied with the way the world of Magi Clans and the Clock Tower has treated you and yours. It is partly the reason why he has extended a hand to yourself. To offer aid to those who wish to break free from those shackles."

Illya couldn't help but chuckle. In truth, she did search for that, but not in the glorified political sense. It was more a personal freedom back then, when she was lost to the winter cold of her lonely home. All she asked for was an escape. Freedom. One wherein she took her fate in her own hands. But she saw the appeal in their beliefs as much as she sensed the other representative's momentary hate for being called a magus.

However, that was that, this was this.

"I understand. Forgive my slight." She'd rather apologize and make amends now than ruin a perfectly advantageous relationship later. "Returning back on topic, I see that you've gathered quite the comprehensive compilation on the other Masters. Where does this leave me? What does Zero ask of me to bring into our alliance? You can't have come all this way to give me all this help without defining the terms of our agreement, yes?"

The man of the masked pair took the lead. "We have two Masters of note to bring to your attention. One of which is Lord El-Melloi II. As you would glean from our data on the man, he was a participant of the previous Grail War as Master of Rider. Although with a different Servant, he still carries that role and is one of the wariest due to having escaped with his life after the end of the ritual a decade ago. In short, the Clock Tower Lord is the most likely to intervene with the Master's plan."

Illya nodded, familiar with the name and agreeing with their assessment. A Clock Tower Lord was already an agent that was neither against nor for the Einzberns. Just like with the other Clock Tower agent that was the Master of Lancer, they were outsiders to this ritual that has always been held under the control of the Three Families… But two of the said three defunct, interference by those magi was no longer a guess but a certainty.

Not to forget, one is a survivor of a Grail War. There had been very few survivors of past Grail Wars and even if they did live, they didn't compete again. Not for lack of trying. The gaps between the cycles was always a generational barrier. Save for one she cared little about because the bug-man was reportedly dead, Waver Velvet was a veteran. And to have picked up a Servant of a similar class to his previous one… It was definitely an issue.

An alliance between Rider and Lancer was not a problem for Berserker. Heracles was stronger than anything. But it would be frustrating if they got in the way.

"I got it. Berserker and I will handle Rider and her Master when we can. And?" she pressed after acknowledging their message and drinking tea. "Who is the second issue?"

The two shared a glance this time, a moment's hesitation passing before the woman stood up, taking out a sealed folder from her person with the red label 'confirmed' imprinted on it diagonally.

"Just this morning, our intelligence division caught the mana signatures of a summoning around the area where Rider was last spotted." Sliding the folder halfway to her, Sella took the initiative to accept it in her stead. "We believe it'd be best if you handle this one. Considering your familiarity."

"What? Is it someone I know?" Illya placed her teacup on her saucer and set them on the table as she waited for Sella to hand her the papers. But giving her a side glance, Illya noted the frozen expression on Sella's face. Snatching the folder from her, she felt a tense struggle from her maid, as though she did not want her liege to see what was on it. "Sella, knock it off! What are you—"

She'd pried the documents out of Sella's hands. In that instant, two photos slid out and she almost failed to catch the first. The second one slipped away from her, however. Too lost was she staring down on the student photo ID. On it, the face of a red-haired boy with steely bronze eyes stared back at her. A sharp contrast to the friendly smile he offered her whenever he stopped by the café.

"Newly designated Master of Saber." The woman continued, not noticing the internal turmoil her words instilled in the homunculus girl. "Emiya Shirou."

Illya did not flinch. She did not allow her face to give away anything. In fact, she stared down on the floor where a sharply enhanced aerial photo of a blond-haired swordswoman stared up at the camera while clad in a dark dress and armor.

Familiar as day though clad in the darkest of night, she recognized the face of the Servant who had left with her mother and father, never to return...

…

…

…

The meeting continued. They prattled on about a scheduled meeting with Zero in due time, coordination efforts against other Masters, and providing explanations on what Illya could do should she need their assistance personally. Illya just nodded along.

She only paid half her attention to them, her mind more preoccupied with the earlier revelation and what it meant for her goal.

Zero's representatives departed cordially soon after, leaving Illya with much to study up on with their gifts and information as well as a lot to think about come the evening. But as she lay on her couch, legs swung over the arm, dangling as she kicked air, the girl couldn't help but smile in her loneliness. She didn't even bother to pay any heed to the gaudy mask atop a fancily-lettered invitation also left by her guests.

Her mind was locked on to one thing and one thing alone.

To think that the terrible man she sought revenge after not only damned her and her adopted sibling, but even his Servant had pulled her young naïve sibling into this war…

'Kiritsugu, you continue to be a curse for innocent people like us. And poor little Shirou is now a Master like you were… Are you trying to win what you lost the last time by sacrificing him? Just how cruel must you be…?'

It wasn't enough that fate damned her a short life to live. That even Shirou would… No. It wasn't just fate. That man had been the bane of her existence from the start. First, he took her mother. Then, he abandoned her in that cold, cold place. Now… now the consequences of his actions had cursed another like her… cursed Shirou…

'Well, it matters little.' The little girl hopped off the couch. "Berserker. Let's go for a walk."

Climbing the shoulders of a materializing Berserker, she let the giant carry her to the outside of the castle. She was too busy steaming to think about anything. She'd vent on the forest for the time being, then… She'd begin planning how to save her little brother.

'I shall get my freedom, my life, and I'll use it to protect that boy from you before your legacy breaks him further. Do not worry, my bastard father, I will take responsibility for your mess and put you in the dirt myself. Alongside your blonde bitch Servant.'

Ryuudou Temple.

T'was a morning of calm.

The birds were singing, flowers were blooming. On days like this, blondie Sabers should be burning in hell.

Such was the urge that burned since the evening before. Not even a night of passionate love making pushed that thought out of the Demon King's head as she opened her eyes. Well, she'd admit to have forgotten about it in the throes of multiple climaxes, but that was neither here nor there.

Point is, freshly awake, she had the urge to fry a bitch.

But that could wait. Her red orbs scanned the empty side of the bed next to her, only to find its owner sat working at the nearby desk. Rolling her eyes at the busybody that was her husband, Nobu was quick to slip out of the handcuffs used in last night's fun with a simple tug of her wrist.

"Sleep well, darling?" he asked, not taking his attention away from some report or another.

"Oh, I might not have." She replied coyly. Wrapping her arms around his neck and making sure the broken handcuffs tickled his chin, she warmed up his back by pressing up against him with her bare bosoms. "You went a little hard on the power play, Lulu, my love. I'm surprised you have the energy to be staring at your computer after riding me until the early hours."

"No rest for the wicked, I'm afraid." She chuckled with him and kissed his neck before breaking away from the embrace to get dressed. "Going to do morning practice today?"

"After a smoke, love." She picked up a cigarette and lit it with a snap of her finger before she even wore her top. "Ahh, sleeping in a place blessed with such bountiful leylines is the shit! For how much you paid upfront, this place is a steal."

"Calling it that sounds cheap. Wouldn't you prefer it a 'conquest', Nobu." Lelouch scoffed, knowing full well she was joking about his… forceful acquisition of the temple.

"It only counts after you deface what it stands for, honey." She marched back to his side and slobbered his mouth with a deep-tongued kiss. He welcomed it, but only because not entertaining her needs would end with him being unable to work until she was sated. With a smack of her lips and a thin string of saliva keeping them connected, she gave his cute morning face a finishing peck on the cheek. "Maybe give it a couple more days… say, after we break in the kitchen, the dojo, the tool shed, and finally the prayer room. Then, I'll call it a successful conquest."

"Truly, my wife is depraved." He chuckled at that, already grateful his amplified physicality allowed him to keep up with her many fetishes.

"We made our vows. And neither death nor god can keep us apart."

He nibbled her cheek back before slapping her ass as she stood back up. Opening the curtains, she was greeted by the light of the morning sun having risen halfway to midday already as it showered what was formerly Ryuudou Temple's front lawn in a warm light.

Calling it a temple now felt scandalous. Gone was the pure and meditative atmosphere of a place of worship. It had been so easily torn down and replaced by a conservative castle-like structure in the style of her era's many fortresses but built with superior modern architecture. No longer was it a place for Shinto-Buddhist shrines and prayers as the parody of a Sengoku period stronghold stood tall, complete with a fresh coat of red and black paint stylized in the shape of ominous black clouds looming above a landscape draped in the fiery orange of dawn.

Now resembling a Warring States reenactor's wet dream, the closed-off villa had become a home of sorts where they'd turned part of the mountain into their base of operations. The location itself was quite valuable. Forgetting the direct access to the leylines, the mountain had offered quite the vantage point over the city as well as a roomy space to hide their toys in. Excavating below ground didn't take much time or effort given the amount of money, technology, and manpower they had at their fingertips, but quite a bit of work had to be put into keeping it secret.

Truly, had Nobu not insisted on storing some of the Knightmares and vehicles they owned so close to the city, Lelouch wouldn't have bothered centralizing it into the fortress. He'd honestly preferred to have his toys and pawns scattered anywhere and everywhere. But guerilla tactics were outweighed by his wife's desire to model their 'love nest' as she calls it, into something grand under the guise of a 'simple home'.

Yes, he was aware it was already a hyperbole to call anything they own 'simple'. Being CEO of Sumeragi Industries granted them so many perks, they might as well be de facto rulers of the city.

To that end, he returned his attention to the computer he was busy fiddling with. That is until Nobu got bored, finished her cigarette and decided to smush either side of his head with her rack.

"Watcha doin, darling?"

"Being productive." He was rewarded with a soft pillow of melons attempting to squash his head. "I'm serious, Nobu."

"And I'm seriously considering pinning you down on the desk and having my way with you," she whispered into his ear before play-biting his earlobe. "If you keep ogling that blonde bitch so much, you'll make me jealous, love."

He returned fire with a pinch to her sides just near her underboob. The tickling motion freed his head and allowed him to look up into her face.

"Even after a decade having me all to yourself, my wife is quite the clingy woman. Am I not allowed to look at other women's files even if I'm trying to come up with countermeasures against them?"

"Of course, you may. But even you should understand how seeing her again after all these years has me hot and bothered. And not in the enjoyable way, Lulu." He didn't miss the angry glint in her eyes as she smirked sadistically. "Fate must be doing us a favor if she's yet again been called into the war at the last second. It seems like a cosmic joke, for her anyway."

"And yet my dear seems quite eager to tear the butt of said cosmic joke a new asshole." Lelouch finalized his reading of the report and closed the computer. "You've been very giddy, so much so that I can feel the mana radiating off of you, my sweet."

And it was truly an empowering thing. Having taken in their fill as soon as they settled here, both of them had been charged to full power drawing from the leyline's natural pool with ease. So much so that if they weren't dampening the output with meditative control and some protective barriers set up by their magi-tech branch, they would've been a beacon of mana to any observing Servants.

Nobu herself was aware, so she took in a deep breath before restraining her expanding aura down to a trickle. Ten years of practice and hiding under the noses of the Mage's Association afforded even the most vile and savage warmonger a degree of control found mostly in monks and hermits. Lelouch could just tell from her smile that she was raring to go and was just staving off her eagerness by sticking close to him and asking for attention.

He awarded her with all the hugs, nuzzling, and kisses she wanted. His fight-lusting wife was quite needy after all.

"Ahhh~~~! I can't wait much longer, Lulu~~~!" she whispered as he swept her off her feet and carried her out of the room and down to the kitchen. "I really want to punch a hole in that dumb bitch's face and tell her 'I told you so' to her face…"

"And you will, Nobu." He pecked her on the forehead before setting her down on a chair by the kitchen countertop. Starting up breakfast, he added as he cooked. "Her presence won't disturb our plans in the long run. On the contrary, knowing a familiar face has joined the battle will help us with the other problematic ones."

"That bitch got a glow up, though. That photo of hers you were ogling, she got into her cute goth phase, didn't she?"

While Lelouch wouldn't be the first to suggest it was just a phase, it certainly piqued his interest that Artoria had swapped color palettes into something more insidious. Gone was the noble blue-blooded knight of chivalry, in her place was a more ferocious-looking black knight. The transformation was so drastic, even her holy sword Excalibur gave off a more menacing air. With the power of his Servant instincts and referencing his memories of the former King Arthur, even he could tell something had changed.

"If she has gone through a phase, it's either her experience in the past war has changed something within her heart. Or, this could be her far crueler variant. In either case, Saber is likely still the King of Knights we are familiar with. Her legend can only deviate so much before it jumps into the realm of fantasy."

"Is that ten years' worth of research talking or is my hubby just confident his 'ancestor' is that easy to read? Or maybe you've been enjoying Alaya whispering sweet nothings into your ear." She wiggled her eyebrows and bared her sultry smile. "So? Is my darling studious, arrogant, or is he cheating on me?"

"Say 'ah'?"

"Ah—Mmmph?!" The eternally young man responded to his wife's jabs by taking a fork and shoving a freshly cooked sausage into her mouth. Hot as it was, no heat could harm Oda Nobunaga, hence why it was then an idea came to mind. Her eyes narrowed and twinkled as she stuck out her tongue and began playing with her food. "Mmm… Mhmm…. Slurp…"

The result was Lelouch knitting his brow as the woman made to sensually and teasingly eat it, savoring the meaty breakfast far more lustfully than necessary before him. That is until his surprise tickle under her armpit had her chomping and getting food's juices all over her lip, to which he playfully cleaned her up not with a kiss he usually gave but instead with a wad of tissue paper across her face. Add in a pinch of the nose and lady of many desires was left to sulk as he didn't give in to her suggestive advances.

"While researching records of the past wars and the little treasure we're keeping watch on down in the basement did give me insight as to how the Grail worked, the Throne is still a myriad of mystery. And given Alaya's silence in a while, it seems we have more things to be concerned of than a misconception on Artoria's current state of mind."

"Tch. You're no fun in work mode." Nobu unhappily cleaned her face up before resuming breakfast. She didn't tell him to stop nor did she not listen in as he continued with a chuckle.

"Can you blame me, Nobu? It's been ten years. Ten years, and finally… the time has come again."

There was a glint in Lelouch's eyes. One that Nobunaga in all her time married to him wouldn't miss for a second. She stuffed her face and cleaned her plate before sitting down on her husband's lap just before he started eating his own eggs and bacon. Pinching his cheek, she crooned his face into her generous bosom.

"D'aww, is my darling Demon suppressing his excitement too? Come on, you can tell me, baby. Tell me how much you too missed the challenge of facing a real threat on the battlefield."

To his credit, Lelouch didn't turn into an excitable child. No, his was a more subdued excitement. Even after masterminding the conquest and unification of multiple smaller nations into a Federation under his thumb, it was very much child's play to a former world conqueror.

Especially one who had delved into the mystiques of magecraft and Geass.

That being said, Lelouch was forthcoming with his desires, if a little more reserved compared to her.

"I will concede that having a real competition has got me fired up. Moreso now that one of our foes is someone we have a personal vendetta with." He pinched her cheek and gave it a soft squeeze. "Your excitement seems to have rubbed off on me. Something we can thank Saber for, no doubt."

"Don't worry. I'll be thanking her soon enough. A shank up her heart, or maybe her ass, either works for me."

And she'd revel in it. It wouldn't matter if the blonde got an emo powerup from her loss in the past, Nobu planned to relish an absolute victory against her in a true duel. No Grail bullshit, no interlopers, just mano a mano, her tiny hands clawing at Nobu's as it holds her katana hilt-deep in the pretentious bitch's chest.

She was just so excited picturing it now...

"Dear, save your bloodlust for a better time. I can't eat properly when you're drooling on my lap."

"Oh, but I thought you liked it when I drool all over your—?"

BEEP BEEP

Interrupting her attempts to woo him, the wall phone by the fridge cut her off. Nobu, with an aggravated whine and a wink to signal 'later, got off to allow him to answer.

"Zero here. Report." Lelouch didn't bother with courtesy. The phone lines within their villa were directly connected to their command center in the underground bunker. Any and all who would call were either their loyal subordinates or thralls under Geass. And given that he demanded a report, the intelligence division was the one to ruin Nobu's fun. Annoying as it was, she let it go when Lelouch gave her a cheeky smile. "Alright. Send them all out. You're dismissed."

Nobu waited until he sat back down beside her before nudging his knees with her toes. "So? What's the good news?"

"The bugs we planted in the Matou household have caught word of a meeting set up between Assassin's Master and Saber's. An alliance may well be under way. I've taken the liberty to forward our plan, given that the pieces are in place, I think a celebration is in order."

Narrowing her eyes, Nobu's smile curled up a bit. Setting the acceleration of the plan aside, she imagined it wasn't all her hubby learned of today. Given that he was keen to keep the good surprises close to his chest for her enjoyment later, she didn't press much. Still, she didn't quite like that news.

"While I'm not one to hesitate cutting down former allies, I'd hate to end the Matou bloodline after all the effort you put in to saving them in the past. Would them allying with Saber be a problem?"

"Of course not. Kariya was a noble soul in need of salvation. Despite how much of a scum he could've been in life, I have honored him by pushing some subtle aid to the family he saved back then. But be that as it may, that little girl Sakura has chosen her own path. I don't disparage her for making her choice. Even if she isn't aware she'd be getting in our way, you can at least respect her resolve, no?"

A smirk formed on Nobu's face.

"You're just saying that. Admit it. You find the kid that came into her own endearing. After a decade spent watching over her, you're proud now that she's finally stepping up to the plate and going after her man, don't you?"

"I'm not quite sure what you mean. While I do respect the child for growing up as she has, I have nothing to take pride in a life I only indirectly saved. Besides, that was done back then because it was convenient at the time."

He continued with his meal, not giving an inch to her leering smirk. Despite how much he acted indifferent, Lulu still had that childish side of himself that he kept bottled up even in front of her. While it was a pain to try coax admission out of him, Nobu quite enjoyed his tsundere side.

"Well, whatever happens, happens." Nobu sighed bitterly. "Even if it leaves a bad taste in the mouth, if she chooses to stand against us after we give her a warning on the battlefield, I'll off her then and only then."

Lelouch couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Look at us. The Demon Emperor and his wife the Demon King, both responsible for the mass killings of many in our previous lifetimes, not wanting to kill a little child…"

"Not so little anymore," Nobu commented as wiped his chin with a napkin of her own. She even went so far as to pinch his lips and lick the oil of bacon to tease him. "Don't tell me you don't find that Sakura girl to be at least a little hot. Girl's got a rack that may rival mine in her prime. Not to mention, she's quite the feisty one from the reports your agents gave keeping tabs on her family."

Lelouch sighed and cleared his throat.

"My point is, we were planning to kill only the Servant of the Matou clan. Given the unfortunate case of a determined Master, it can't be helped if she throws herself into the fray despite the dangers we would pose to her and hers. That being said, we aren't responsible for protecting them from other Servants either. Unless we were to strike another deal with them as ourselves, the Matou family will be regarded as 'an opponent we will take it easy on'. Assassin, after all, won't pose a threat to you."

"Naturally," she already knew he was confident she could take Saber's maybe-twin, but hearing his admission got her knees gnashing together. She was definitely gonna ride him harder for every compliment he gave today, as per usual.

"However, considering our current secret alliance with Illya and her vendetta against the Emiya's and our old enemy, things have become a little more complicated. While we won't go for either of the Matou kids, there's no stopping Illya should she tread down that path. We did promise her she can do what she wishes, after all."

So long as what she wished didn't go against them, Nobu recalled. While the scrawny Einzbern brat still irked Nobu on account of being born from that accursed family, she didn't think any less of the child compared to the rest of her homunculi kin. Given the opportunity, Nobu would dare admit she might give her a peaceful death if she asks for it.

"Hmph. It's not too difficult to plan around, love." Nobu stated with a haughty smile and began listing her plan with one hand. "Kill Saber, non-negotiable. Let the princess have her fun, and if the little Einzbern doesn't end them, they can fuck off. Then we kill all the others, I will definitely be shanking that two-color eyed cunt next time and make her Master piss his pants while I'm at it. We win this thing after killing all the others, and bam! We get some time to kill. Maybe take a quick trip to Okinawa and enjoy the waves before we head back to the Indian subcontinent."

"Truly, my wife is an advanced thinker."

Nobu poked his cheek.

"Is that a jab at my 'kill everyone first then ask questions' philosophy?"

He sipped his coffee with a chuckle while she poked his cheek.

"Of course not, love. I'm just surprised you're quite willing to spare a lot of people this time around."

"Eh. The red-eyed white bitch isn't my enemy, yet," she put a sarcastic emphasis on that. "Besides Kariya's kid or niece or whatever's Servant, that Assassin, none of the purple-hairs are really worth my time. And while I do want to stick my blade in that guy who shot you in the head, I know you want to fight your own battles too."

"How considerate to leave the fodder to me."

"Yeah, yeah, enjoy your mini-revenge while it lasts. In any case, the most fun I'll be having is making sure my dear mother-in-law breathes her last here in Fuyuki. I'll make sure of it. While Caster and the other Servants will surely be a hassle to deal with later, I've already set my eyes on the prime goal of any wife." She slammed her fist into her palm, causing the air around her to spark and haze as her top began to flow in the hot breeze of hellfire. "I'll make sure my mother-in-law accepts us or I will shoot her. Actually, even if she did accept us, I'm still shooting her."

Pinching her out of her revelry, Lelouch interrupted.

"She isn't our mother."

"Meh, mother, ancestor, direct or not, she still acts like it. And me being the despicable daughter-in-law who corrupted her spawn makes her so mad, it's actually funny. Mother-in-law, she is."

"Ahem. But you did corrupt me." Lelouch agreed to that part.

She sucked up his lips in a surprise kiss.

"But you enjoyed it, you lusty brat~~~!"

Nobunaga then took his hand and gently interlocked her fingers in his. Lelouch watched a welcoming show of affection with a glint in his eyes before he was dragged into a barrage of hugs and kisses by his needy spouse.

"Nobu, stop…" She didn't. She was already ripping his pants off. And considering she already tore off her bottom while pinning him against the kitchen countertop, his schedule was destined to be delayed. "Come on. I need to go back to work. I have a war to plan…"

"You can cheat on me with your work later." Lelouch caught a fistful of her hair. But instead of pulling her away, he bit her lip and sucked on it. Tasting breakfast, they swapped spit for a while before he flipped the script on her and was the one on top while she was bent over the counter. "Oh? I got you riled up enough, honey?"

"You're such a pain sometimes, you know that, love?"

"I did corrupt you didn't I, Lulu~~~!"

"Can you seriously not wait until evening?"

"We have a party to attend, darling~~~," slyly snapping back, she exposed her nape with a glance over her shoulder. The great conqueror of the Japanese Archipelago was offering herself so vulnerably to him. "Unless you wish to ravish me in front of our guests. Not that I won't relish the shock and awe in mother Artoria's expression~~~Angh!"

He buried his nose in her neck before he proceeded to bury himself in her scent and warmth. And with that, they made sweet love all the way until just before the evening.

Maybe it was the overflow of mana, or perhaps the excitement for the days to come. But after being riled up all night long to the revelation that a decade's wait had finally come, she couldn't hold back. And it was either fucking up the plan by killing their enemies early or having him fuck her silly until she couldn't move.

Either way, Nobunaga enjoyed it most when her hubby took off the mask and unleashed his desires.

At least this way, he didn't doubt himself like Saber did.

Emiya estate.

A hand hovered just shy of knocking against the door frame.

The sliding door was not locked. Slightly ajar as far as anyone could see, the boy inside had left it open as he always did. Mainly for convenience, but also because of trust.

This home… She was always welcome to it. It wasn't exclusive to her. She and her brother often came by to hang out but… right now, she wished she didn't have to come.

This war was not turning out the way she thought it would. And unlike her who had every reason to be prepared, to be resolved to do what she must to protect her beloved family… he wasn't beholden to the same responsibility.

He was too kind. Too trusting and naively so. He was always like this. Willing to give strangers the benefit of the doubt.

And… for her, it was one of his most charming points.

The hand wavered, unable to rap against the door and execute the big reveal. But… the time had come for it. And yet again, it was his fault in accepting a meeting with her camp.

Not that she'd ask him to change that stupidly lovable optimistic side of his.

'Again, I'd advise caution against antagonizing that Servant. While I will follow through with your decision, I cannot beseech your wariness enough for that one compared to her Master.'

"Haaah…" Sakura sighed as she stared at the door. The light was on and someone was home. Of that, she was sure as Okita's voice warned her in her head. 'I understand that. I still have to do this.'

But was she prepared to actually involve him? No. No, she was not. And quite frankly, she wished she didn't have to. But needs must. And the threat of this wrench in her plan ruining the stability and likely survival of the war hung in the balance.

No matter how much fate and god conspired against her wish for happiness, she'd stand firm against the storm. Even if the revelation of her crush being aware of magecraft this entire time bothered her, he was also a kind-hearted soul who was a Master of the war. Just as she was. If anything, this could be seen as a boon as well as a risk.

No matter. She'd just have to work twice as hard to protect him from her enemies as well as himself for being a reckless and idealistic dork. And no mage or Servant or sister would ever get in the way of that!

She lifted her hand to slide the door open.

It slid open before she could touch it.

She met the eyes of the boy she loved staring back at him. It widened once, then narrowed just as quickly before he let out a sigh. He was tense. She could tell that much after knowing him for so long.

"Good morning, Shirou…" she started, but the words failed her soon after. He looked nervous, antsy. Like he should've been surprised, but he wasn't. That… scared her. Coughing to clear the air, she continued. "I guess… you weren't expecting to see me, huh… Not as a participant of the war…"

To her bittersweet smile, he wryly looked away. Not quite refuting but also not at all honest. It was as if he wanted to lie but couldn't. Yet another tell of his that she found so endearing.

"When… since when did you know?"

"… Quite a while now… Your… your family's pretty famous. At least… that's what I've been told."

She took in his expression. It wasn't accusatory, nor did he seem unsettled by the fact of who her family was. Perhaps he just didn't care. No, she definitely would believe him if he said he didn't care. She didn't need to be able to read his mind to know.

It didn't break her heart to think he'd known the truth. It hurt that he kept quiet about it for so long though and never bothered to talk to her about it. It made Sakura feel like her dear senpai didn't trust her.

"I—…" he started then paused. "There is a lot I want to tell you, Sakura. A lot… But how about we discuss it inside? I don't want you to catch a cold standing out here." Shirou smiled, not even an inch of suspicion to him as he welcomed her to his home. Just as he always did.

Back turned to her, completely defenseless, absolutely trusting to let herself in and follow her to that warm living room he always welcomed her and her brother to…

'Is this kid serious, Master? Has he forgotten what class I was summoned under?' Okita was not blind to it one bit. Rather, she was appalled that such an unguarded boy was a Master like Sakura was.

'No matter what we've hidden from each other, Shirou will not treat me as an enemy.' He was, after all, her closest friend. Sakura couldn't help but state that confidently through their mental link. 'Besides, even if you are under the Assassin class, it really doesn't fit you, Okita. If anything, I find your mannerisms to be closer to that of a noble samurai. More Saber than Assassin.'

'Hm. I will admit, backstabbing someone who would greet you with the earnest of smiles would leave a poor taste in my mouth… Sadly, the same may not be said of the actual one of this war.' Sakura couldn't help her internal smirk as she put her shoes away and closed the door behind her. Once that was done and they were locked in the house alone with the other Master and Servant pair, however, she immediately felt a sudden chill. Okita spoke once more, likely to reassure her, as she faced the new challenger head-on. 'Her hands are stained with the blood of innocents and criminals both. But worry not, Master. When it comes down to it, I'll be sure to protect you both from that… ugly reflection.'

And quite the intimidating reflection she was.

There, stood in the middle of the hallway arms crossed was a woman whose face was a spitting image of Okita's, And yet, the purple-haired girl didn't feel the same reassuring warmth she got from Assassin's presence. Instead, the Servant before her was staring hard, colder than ice.

"You must be Saber." Sakura took the lead.

"And you are the Master of that imposter. A supposed friend of the boy. Hmph…" Saber harrumphed, not even veiling her dismissal. "Well? Go on. He awaits in the other room. Or…" then her eyes flitted to the air behind Sakura. "Is someone feeling a little scared to face negotiations with their head held high?"

'Heed not her words, Master. Allow me.'

Immediately, Sakura sensed Okita's disapproval as the Servant slowly rematerialized without another word. Stepping before Saber, Okita Souji cut a dashing, traditional reflection to the exotic air of Saber's own appearance. The pitch-black dress contrasted by a pristinely blue yukata. Even their expressions, similar in all but eye-color, opposed one another as Okita's smile was more reassuring than the frigid scowl.

'None would think any less of you for allowing me my duty as your sworn protector.' Given a quick glance over her shoulder, Assassin added. 'It is my job to win your fights. Please, head on and win his heart.'

The corner of Sakura's lip almost curled, breaking her tension momentarily. The subtle jab partnered with the encouragement had her slowly smiling before she sighed. Walking ahead of her Servant before entering the familiar living room of her closest friend, she mentally communicated back, unafraid of the hostile Servant that hadn't moved an inch from her spot. '… Thank you, Okita.'

Without further ado, Assassin waited until the divider separating the corridor from the living room shut. Then, she stared hard at the woman who could be mistaken for her body double.

"For a child so fearful to become a Master… you must not have been blessed in life if even in death, such cowardice graces your person. A fitting predicament for one who steals the likeness of others, imposter."

"For a mad dog who saw it fit to point their own blade at their Master, you seem quite arrogant for your station, black knight."

The arrogant glower on Saber's face was hardly fazed. Her cold stare was unmoved, but as they read each other like swordsmen looking for an opening in their foe, Saber added.

"You are allowed to keep that face only because my Master vehemently requested I do not stain the walls with your blood. Do not give me an excuse to become a painter of red, knave."

"Big words for a reborn betrayer. I'm impressed he was benevolent enough to keep you around, given your attempt on his life. That he is still standing and isn't cowering in fear, running into my Master's arms, proves at least that he has some dignity to his person. Unlike yourself." Okita's cold eyes stared deep into Saber's own emotionless pupils. "Called a 'Saber' yet no better than a mindless 'Berserker'. Such a pathetic excuse of a Heroic Spirit has no right to criticize my mortal lord."

Saber clenched her teeth. "Hmph. Fealty sworn to the weak-willed…"

Okita bounded back. "Kindness is sharper than any sword you wield."

"Idealistic naivete."

"Heh. Says the tyrant masquerading as the just."

"You dare besmirch my honor?"

"What honor is there in cutting down your own lord?"

"I ought to cut off your tongue."

"Try me."

Assassin and Saber were moments away from drawing their weapons settling their differences through good-old-fashioned combat. But the tension in the air was cut through by words that were even sharper.

"Why don't we team up, Sakura?"

Shirou's words in the next room made both Servants freeze. The happy squeak that momentarily escaped Sakura did not go unnoticed by Okita, but neither did the disappointed snarl that graced Saber's jaw.

It seems that the black knight that bore her likeness was of the mind to eliminate or convince them to bow out early. Considering Sakura's wishes to keep the boy alive and out of the war, it was just the same as their camp's original objective.

But to the Servant of the Matou family, knowing the feelings hidden in Sakura's heart, this was a great opportunity. Not one without risk, but having felt her Master's sincerest yearnings through their connection, it was a positive one.

A shame, however. Neither of those who shared a face would be allowed to kill the other would-be imposter.

Oh, the humanity to work alongside one's doppelganger.

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Hey, everyone. This chapter took quite a long to come out. Irl responsibilities, multiple gachas, etc are the reasons for that.

We have a new cover art made by good artist Shini ( Shini_RT /Shini_RT/status/1772642844500513042?t=ENWt9nKTkpIcKqd460Y5iA&s=19). I decided to commission him since I enjoy his work, plus he needed funds for his Acheron pulls, which he pulled.

Special thanks to ReavesTheReader as always and until the next.