With the situation outside, you don't want to risk any… misunderstandings. You clear your throat. "Over here."
You pull the mana-infused book from its hiding place, and recite your illusion-clearing incantation. The illusion clears away, and you find yourself holding a large, heavy book, bound in leather. There is a chain attached to the spine, and you see the chain is very slowly fading away into sparks of light.
Galatea comes over to you as you open the book. Inside, you both see blank pages of parchment which quickly resolve into incredibly dense writing in medieval Latin that flows across the page as you look at it, too quick to read. After a few seconds, the writing slows to crawl, and clearer writing in a firm, bold hand works its way up the page.
"Know that you hold in your hands the last testament of William the Conqueror, brought forth into this Grail War as Rider, in the form of his Noble Phantasm, the Domesday Book.
My Master was struck down by Assassin while she set me forth. I returned, but too late to stop him. However, I established a record of him in the book, and learned much. I will fade soon, but I leave this record here in hopes that another Master will find it and make use of this knowledge to avenge my Master.
Assassin's True Name is the man known as Cain, the first murderer. His Noble Phantasm is his Mark - any pain inflicted upon him is returned sevenfold. I believe my Master attacked him by instinct and found herself rendered helpless before she could call me by Command Seal. As the birth of murder itself, he is incredibly dangerous to face in combat.
Roark is his Master. My Phantasm could discern that much as well. And so we are all betrayed. Avenge us and keep him from the Grail.
Cain. The legendary first murderer. One of the first few generations of humans, cursed by the gods for his crimes, so that none other might take vengeance upon him in their stead.
You look to Galatea as the chain of the book burns away and the book begins to fade to mana in your hands.
Whoever you are, should you see Galatea… tell her Alicia forgave her. It was her I was sent to find, and bring her back.
Galatea reels back, her eyes wide. A broken sob rips from her chest. Her eyes brighten, but there are no tears. You wonder if she was even given the ability to cry.
Power gathers around her, and you can feel killing intent building into a malevolent aura. She slams her fist against the wall, and leaves a bloody indent against it. "Roark will die. Cain will die. Blood will flow. This I swear, by the pentacle, by Parcelsus, by the blood of my mistress." You take a step back as black mana swirls about her like flames.
She points to you. "I… owe you a debt, for unveiling the truth to me. My Archer and I will find Roark and slay him. This will be my final duty." She turns to stalk away.
"Wait! Roark called something up, as part of the Grail ritual. I think there may be something inside the Throne of Heroes, some secret! Do you know anything about that?"
She stops, the flames fading to flicker around her rather than rage. "I was… granted much knowledge of the Grail and the Throne as part of my creation. There are stories… Asturias once wondered if there was a hidden side to the Throne. During the Fuyuki Wars, there were Servants summoned that were not embodiments of Heroic Spirits, but villains, even beings thought to be fictional. That was because the Fuyuki Grail was corrupted, but…" she shakes her head. "There is too much to explain, and I will not let Miss Asturias go unavenged a moment longer than I need to."
You try to stop her again as she turns to go. "No, this is important. I need to know more-"
"The laboratory in the basement. The red books contain records of the previous Wars." She turns and dashes down the corridor and out of sight.
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Minutes later, you, LeBlanc, Archer and Caster have penetrated the Bounded Field in the basement (Galatea had unveiled the entrance on her way out) and are having a fascinating read of compiled, annotated notes on the previous Grail Wars. You learn of Angra Mainyu, the man who was made into All the World's Evils and corrupted the Grail, and the disasters that resulted.
If something like that lay within the Throne… what else did?
Common legend held that the Throne held the Heroic Spirits recorded by the World in case of great need. But what exactly did the World care about human definitions of heroism? How could the World keep up with a culture that hailed a man as heroic in one generation and vilified them the next?
The more you considered the matter, the more likely it seemed like the Throne could just be… a vault, with both good things and bad things inside. What sort of things would the World keep stowed away in such a vault? Things like… centimani? Prototype existences?
As you keep looking, scribbling down notes and thoughts, you notice that LeBlanc is on his cell phone. "Yes… thank you, I'll be right there…"
He looks up. "My sister's awake. I need to go and visit her while she's lucid. I… should tell her what I can about what's going on. So if I don't come back, she knows why."
You glance at your own phone and you're surprised to find it's almost 11 PM.
Do you:
[ ] Let LeBlanc visit his sister alone and go back to fortify your safehouse.
[ ] Go with him to visit her.
