Fate/White Parmesan

[] It's Luviagelita Edelfelt and she wished to get a report on Emiya's performance. You're not sure how she got your number

You picked it up and answered the call. Almost at once you were greeted by a familiar yet haughty tone from the other end of the line. It almost made you want to hang up the call for not for instinctive fear driven into your core on your last meeting.

You sighed and let it rock.

"Good morning, girl. You might be surprised having this peculiar call this early."

"Miss Luvia. How can I help you and why do you have this number?" You asked with a frown.

"Shero gave it to me! It's to provide a line of communication to you whenever needed. In any case I have much to discuss with you today."

"Uh sure. What did you need?" You asked as you sat crossed leg on the bed.

"How's he doing? I don't mean to make you seem like her minder but at times we cannot truly discern what's going through his mind. He may be lying out of his teeth during his own reports which is why we require a second opinion."

"Oh. Well Mr. Emiya seemed fine last I saw him. Just a little beaten up but I was too. It's been a few days since then. Though I do notice his unhealthy frequency of sending Saber away while he works. I chalked it off as him covering more ground but..." It did seem strange that he would be willing to duel a Dead Apostle by himself and send Saber to help you. It was quite worrying he was willing to do that.

Luvia's tone remained serious compared to before, "I see. Then this means I will have a lengthy discussion with him when he gets back."

"Did something occur to cause this call?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well I suppose I could tell you. It pertains the leader of the Dead Apostles you've been encountering. We believe we have a description of her identity. It would be prudent for you to be wary of her presence."

"Leader? You mean Caster's Master?" You frowned as you looked out the window.

"According to Shirou's reports that's very likely. We do not have concrete information but you may be up against a monster beyond that of an Ancient Apostle. Whatever happens, the Grail must not fall to her hands."

"Right. I'll keep that in mind... But I haven't spoken to Mr. Emiya since awhile ago. Is he all right?" You wondered with a frown.

"Eh? Oh. Probably... And that's the worrying part to be honest... That man is a fool of epic proportions. Miss Brie, Master of Rider, if you would take this mission you will be rewarded handsomely."

"You want me to check up on him, huh?" You murmured as you glanced at Rider snoozing beside you.

"And I want you to follow him to wherever he has gone. Contact me as soon as you find him."

"Can't you just call him? You are his sponsor," you pointed out with a frown.

"Yes but he would just say something to throw me off. Truly what a foolish man. His fiancée is growing white hairs with worry and their pet lion is looking to commandeer a plane and start shooting laser beams from her holy sword. Do this and you might just save a city, girl."

"Right. I'll see what I can do," you sighed with a nod, "Do you have his location?"

"Indeed. I will be sending you his location. At least his hideout's location. Only the finest safehouses the Edelfelt could provide!"

"Got it. I'll find him," you replied with a small smile.

"It'd be best if you did. Good luck, girl."

The line went dead. You lowered your phone and set it aside. It was good that Emiya had people worrying for him. You just wished he didn't worry them to that extent. You wondered what he was up to now.

Still... They have bare information on Caster's Master. A being above an ancient Dead Apostle. What would a being like that be doing in this farcical Grail War? You could ask Kotomine and the church but you doubted that they'll hand you a ledger of the active Masters. Even then, Caster's Master could have given them an alias.

The church had no love for the undead after all.

You slowly felt a pair of slender arms wrap around your waist before Rider rest her chin on your shoulder.

"Hey. It's too early," she said as she hummed in a sleepy tone.

You yelped and elbowed her gut. Medb doubled over as you jumped off the bed. Tensing up in a panic, you flushed red as Rider was left awake by your gut shot.

She groaned in pain while looking at you, "Good... Morning to you too... Asshole."

"Don't do that! I'm fucking jumpy!" You squawked as Medb passed out.You blinked before going to her side, "Rider? Rider?! RIDEEEEEEERRRRR!!!!"

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It was early in the afternoon while you and Rider were walking down the street. You were headed for the Edelfelt safehouse Luvia directed you to to check on Mr. Emiya. However the trip there has been a little bit awkward.

Medb was fuming behind you and you were doing your best not to give in to her. It was an accident and not only that it felt like it was from a goddamned horror movie for a moment there. You didn't even notice her get up until she had her hands on you.

She's so mad and not even in the good way.

She just kept glaring at you as if to say that once the two of you were alone you were dead meat. At least she's not mad enough to run you over with her bull. Still you should defuse this while you can.

"Um, Rider..." You sighed before glancing her way.

Medb looked at you with a look of disdain as she replied, "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for hitting you back there. I really didn't mean it," you continued as you rubbed your shoulder.

"Oh no. It was my fault for having a bad habit. It's fiiiine," Medb grumbled as she looked to the side, "Certainly that elbow didn't have enough power to go through Rank E Endurance."

It was definitely not fine.

Maybe you should buy her a teddy bear... No, maybe that'll only make her mad.

[] Just keep walking. You'll figure this out later. For now you have a job to do. Time may be on the essence here.
[] You should make it up to her somehow. It might affect the thing you're on. You could manage a detour to calm her down.
[] Just give in and tell her she can do whatever she wants later if it'll make her happy. You won't get mad if she does something for the duration of one day. You owe her that much.
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