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Fate/Spring Tonelico (Fate/Grand Order Redux)
- Thread starter BlackHadou
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AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[X] Leave Paracelsus in Saoirse's care. It's not like he can leave.
-[X] Head to the library. Your curiosity was sated. [Master: ????, Barbatos, Archer: ????]
-[X] Head to the library. Your curiosity was sated. [Master: ????, Barbatos, Archer: ????]
Solarshade
Friendly Local Dyson Swarm
Isn't ORT in South America? Or is this referring to something else I'm unaware of?
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
People weren't paying attention. I got far less subtle.
ApocalypticFish
Been reflecting lately.
Virgil, huh? Interesting, another divergence.
Is that another term for the 27, or am I forgetting something? If so, I wonder if this is another divergence, or a case of just choosing a different name for this work.
Interesting, ORT fell into Africa here. That's how long back it stretches, huh? Well, given how the incineration works, that makes some sense. Though I could just be misattributing that.
Oof.
Hmm, he knows. That'd have to do with the mind-reading further down, at least in part.
Yo, Albion.
So, we can't kill him without alerting Goetia as to what Tonelico is and what her deal is. He isn't lying about the fact that he can act outside his function as a sub-Beast here. I think that means that it's best if we don't kill him, but that then leaves the question of "should we attempt to cure him or some such" (which is what I assume "[ ] … What was some more hocus pocus? I can take it." is about; correct me if I'm wrong).
Hm. If that does succeed, then it does mean that we don't have to worry about when the Singularity goes pop, since Paracelsus would presumably be outside of this confined space which lets him not act in his capacity as a sub-Beast. But given it's Albion, I'm not convinced we would have to worry about that anyway. It might be best just to leave it.
Also, the (Independent Manifestation) being the shade of red that indicates lies is interesting, but I'm not sure what exactly to take away from it. If anyone has any ideas I'm all ears.
If we choose not to do that, then that leaves confronting Mordred, and heading to the library. Since Paracelsus' mind-reading is a result of him being a sub-Beast, then there's some concern in meeting Zolgen, given Barbatos. But then, there's something weird about Barbatos that I don't exactly remember the details of.
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DrZero7114
Everything shall be blue!
- Location
- Baron of Sealand
[X] … What was some more hocus pocus? I can take it. [Ritsuka, Caster: Paracelsus, Beast I: Babbage, Pretender: Morgan le Fae] (Independent Manifestation)
I'm way too curious to not pick this one.
I'm way too curious to not pick this one.
ApocalypticFish
Been reflecting lately.
[X] Leave Paracelsus in Saoirse's care. It's not like he can leave.
-[X] Head to the library. Your curiosity was sated. [Master: ????, Barbatos, Archer: ????]
I'll run with this for now. The Independent Manifestation thing, while curiosity piquing, is also somewhat concerning, given that it also involves Beast I: Babbage showing up. Barbatos is also concerning, but given it doesn't have a Beast I label, might be better off with it.
That, and at this point, I feel like it'll be best to leave Paracelsus to his desired fate.
-[X] Head to the library. Your curiosity was sated. [Master: ????, Barbatos, Archer: ????]
I'll run with this for now. The Independent Manifestation thing, while curiosity piquing, is also somewhat concerning, given that it also involves Beast I: Babbage showing up. Barbatos is also concerning, but given it doesn't have a Beast I label, might be better off with it.
That, and at this point, I feel like it'll be best to leave Paracelsus to his desired fate.
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EnderofWorlds
Kneel, mongrel
- Location
- My Ship of Light in the Cosmos
[X] Leave Paracelsus in Saoirse's care. It's not like he can leave.
-[X] Head to the library. Your curiosity was sated. [Master: ????, Barbatos, Archer: ????]
-[X] Head to the library. Your curiosity was sated. [Master: ????, Barbatos, Archer: ????]
Nanimani
Probably listening to music
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Well that'd be one way to prevent the LB from getting destroyed.
EnderofWorlds
Kneel, mongrel
- Location
- My Ship of Light in the Cosmos
I'd like for us to not induldge in Aesc's willingness to just obliterate herself on a whim for frankly little to no cost. Especially if it's legit viable to just dump the hot mess that is P-Money on AU Melusine who can handle that shit for us instead.
ApocalypticFish
Been reflecting lately.
Thinking about it more, Paracelsus' phrasing was that "If you kill me, [Not Actually Solomon] will know everything", so I don't think we have to worry about him if we leave him here.
That being said, I do feel like I would rather avoid going to meet Barbatos, even if Aesc has put up a bunch of wards and such against mind-reading. Better safe than sorry. But I think I prefer it over the other option in the lead, in part since Mash seems to have avoided the mind-reading issue.
That being said, I do feel like I would rather avoid going to meet Barbatos, even if Aesc has put up a bunch of wards and such against mind-reading. Better safe than sorry. But I think I prefer it over the other option in the lead, in part since Mash seems to have avoided the mind-reading issue.
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BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Thanks to Lichte's detective work in PMs. I will grant you your reward.
TRUE NAME REVELATION
True Name: Mordred
Master: Dr Henry Jekyll
Class: Saber/Lancer
Skills
Magic Resistance: A
Riding: A
Charisma: B-
Battle Continuation: A
Instinct: A
Magical Burst: A+
Wish Upon the Holy Grail: EX
Crown Candidate (Lancer)
Noble Phantasms:
Secret of Pedigree
Clarent Blood Arthur
Rhongomyniad
MASTER REVELATION
True Name: Jack the Ripper
Master: Mr Edward Hyde
Noble Phantasm Revelation:
Deadly Games of Me
You want the details, you guys are gonna have to start talking True Name: Mordred
Master: Dr Henry Jekyll
Class: Saber/Lancer
Skills
Magic Resistance: A
Riding: A
Charisma: B-
Battle Continuation: A
Instinct: A
Magical Burst: A+
Wish Upon the Holy Grail: EX
Crown Candidate (Lancer)
Noble Phantasms:
MASTER REVELATION
True Name: Jack the Ripper
Master: Mr Edward Hyde
Noble Phantasm Revelation:
- Location
- America
So back to Jack for a moment. The blatant new information is that the current Grail War was something Goetia's pieces have failed to turn to their intended purpose, which Paracelsus attributes to Jack the Ripper being less pliable than expected and a failure to perform the due diligence that would reveal this flaw. He directly cites an unanticipated means to resist the influence of [Not Solomon].
Makiri Zolgen, who is responsible for the War's summoning ritual, is host to the pillar Barbatos. As a matter of 'history,' he opposed Jack the Ripper during this era. This means that, within the context of a Singularity whose events must map to human history, that the living "Jack the Ripper" will be opposed toZolgen .
"Jack the Ripper" possesses an unexpected method of resisting whatever means were used to influence him. The effects of Jekyll's potion, and incorrect assumptions about its mechanisms or availability would certainly meet those parameters.
Makiri Zolgen, who is responsible for the War's summoning ritual, is host to the pillar Barbatos. As a matter of 'history,' he opposed Jack the Ripper during this era. This means that, within the context of a Singularity whose events must map to human history, that the living "Jack the Ripper" will be opposed to
"Jack the Ripper" possesses an unexpected method of resisting whatever means were used to influence him. The effects of Jekyll's potion, and incorrect assumptions about its mechanisms or availability would certainly meet those parameters.
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
[X] Leave Paracelsus in Saoirse's care. It's not like he can leave.
-[X] Head to the library. Your curiosity was sated. [Master: ????, Barbatos, Archer: ????]
Things seem fine as they are.
-[X] Head to the library. Your curiosity was sated. [Master: ????, Barbatos, Archer: ????]
Things seem fine as they are.
- Location
- La Serena, Chile
[X] Leave Paracelsus in Saoirse's care. It's not like he can leave.
-[X] Head to the library. Your curiosity was sated. [Master: ????, Barbatos, Archer: ????]
This Is Tonelico's literally First Singularity. And seeing how many small details have appeared and shown changes from the "canon" she would be more familiar with, let's play safer.
-[X] Head to the library. Your curiosity was sated. [Master: ????, Barbatos, Archer: ????]
This Is Tonelico's literally First Singularity. And seeing how many small details have appeared and shown changes from the "canon" she would be more familiar with, let's play safer.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Man o man...
Something to consider. Maybe don't fall into the same habit that got Aesc prosecuted for 4000 years? Just a thought?
7. Barbatos' Release
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
The Faerie of Paradise may never know Spring.
I was never accepted among faeries at large. They hated me instinctively, like a sore on their finger that they could not work out how to get rid of. That feeling extended far into my reign as Faerie Queen Morgan. In the first three centuries alone, I'd face over a dozen rebellions from every corner of the country. It was as if they thought they could grind me down into dust like they had so many times before. That I was Morgan, now, and not Aesc the Saviour, did not factor into their thinking.
The Faeries of Britain were innocent, but also inherently malicious. They did not think to the future, but rather the past.
These memories bounced in my head even during my second millennium. Grimr once said that I thought too much, but at that point, he had long since left. I was alone.
Days that might be called like Spring had turned to Winter. I didn't think of those happy days anymore, for they made me miserable.
"Who da' hell are you!?"
The declaration drew me out of my reverie, one day in Gloucester. I couldn't remember what century it was. It would be some time before that unknown period was nailed down to a year.
… Was it that I was depressed?
"... Just a traveller." In hindsight, my voice had been flat, dead even. I had been a faerie ready to die. That I hadn't died was testament to something, but I don't know what exactly. Sitting by an alley, a giant stick leaning against her shoulder, was a small faerie. Her stick bore a giant wheel, and the satchel by her side had little bits of thread sticking out.
In hindsight, I knew who that was. However, Totorot would not join me on my quest for decades, if not close to a century. If I had a clearer head, maybe I would have pushed harder.
But-
"Get off muh turf."
In those days, Totorot was a rambunctious kid. Her words, not mine. I would actually liken her more to the concepts of Yakuza or Mafia. She was more like a hitman or thug who would collect debts to the wing clan. It was laughable that such a small faerie might be such a thing, but she was exceptionally good at it.
"Your turf?"
"Yeah. Muh turf. Yer scarin' off the fishes."
Her reason for being mad at me back in those days was so strange, too. Totorot was a faerie that could not understand why she felt empty. After all, her purpose was to spin dresses for brides and to guide them down the aisle at their wedding. A eternally single faerie who wanted for others what she could not have for herself.
…
As Morgan, I allowed human culture from the True Human History to flourish. All in hopes of the one day Totoroy might return, maybe a new faerie, true, but with the ability to finally fulfil her purpose. I allowed human concepts to grow in my lands because I hoped against hope faeries might inherit the idea of a wedding and bride.
…
They weren't very good at it. I seeded the idea more then once, but they did not take to it. Faeries are fundamentally different to humans, yet…
Maybe this is a sign of the Faerie of Paradise's abnormality. I would have liked, for one day, that it be me that Totorot led down the aisle.
…
No. That was reserved for Mash. That would be an unconventional wedding. However, it didn't take more then a glance between Mash and Ritsuka to realise the only thing in their way was the star-crossed nature of their roles. For Mash had a limited lifespan as a human being. Granting her the name Tam Lin Galahad was merely putting off the inevitable. I wanted that fate to stay away as long as I could delay it, but there would come a time one day that it could not be delayed anymore.
The Faerie of Paradise may not know Spring.
… If my fate cannot be changed, Little Artoria, then know that I have chosen the wielder of my Sacred Spear. I'm sorry.
The Faerie of Paradise may know Spring.
"Its okay, your highness." That the Dragon of the Event Horizon referred to me as such was embarrassing. "You look better. Not good, but better."
"... The road is long."
"Maybe, but there is a light at the end now." Her gaze shifted, from me, to Ritsuka and Mash, to Grimr. "You. Sage."
"Yes, my lady?"
"Look after her. I will eat you if any harm befalls her." The threat was not an idle one. However, it was one that didn't surprise me. Melusine had always been protective, so-
"Right." He glanced between me and Paracelsus. "Are we done?"
"Huh?" Ritsuka's voice sounded surprised. I nodded.
"Yes, we are."
"But you can't!" Paracelsus' almost squealed in disbelief, his displeasure known. "I'm born of the black mud! An enemy of humans! One of those who will-"
"Saoirse, what do you see in him?" I asked. The dragon faerie just nodded softly.
"Perhaps I am attracted to broken humans and faeries." She answered soflty. "Leave him to me, Morgan. He won't be an issue. I promise."
I winced at the usage of my old name, but then, she had never really known me as anything but.
"You will regret this." Paracelsus snarled. I just motioned for Ritsuka and Mash to follow me as I retreated. "I will boil the world in a sea of mud! My fog will rip the blood from human veins and my sword will rend your sky as crystal! End me! End me Rhongomyniad! Do you have no mercy left to give!?"
I paused at the cavern entrance. I could see it now. What Saoirse saw in him. It was a little, twisted light, but one she wished to save. A light that could not be saved in Aurora.
I looked at him, and I smiled.
"This is my mercy." I answered. "I will see you in the next one."
"You fool!"
"You'd best be there, Saoirse. I'm sick of saying goodbyes."
"We will." With that, I started walking again. But where to-
"The library."
"Excuse me?" Ritsuka turned this time. Paracelsus just frowned.
"You insist on doing the worst thing, so let me speed you on your way. My co-conspirator is in the Library. Seek him out. At least for the moment, your goals and ours align." His face twisted darkly. "This Singularity must be slain. There is no choice."
"Why?"
"It is rotten. Corrupted to its core. It would have been the perfect grounds for the resurrection of my Master, yet one wayward soul dragged everything off course." Paracelsus closed his eyes. "Beware the alchemist. He is not who he seems to be."
"The alchemist? You?"
"Nay." My voice cut Ritsuka off. "You mean Henry."
"Yes."
"And you don't intend to just tell us?"
"You would not believe me if I did." … Perhaps he was right. After all, I was not the one who had to believe him. Ritsuka and Mash did.
Mash, to her credit, stood at the ready. Her hands were white around her knuckles. She was gripping her shield too hard. Yet-
"Senpai, Aesc?"
"Right."
"Yeah."
There was no point delaying this. We had a clear goal, and Grimr hadn't said anything to dissuade us. He must have intended for us to go this way too.
"Are you okay?" Grimr's voice was the one that rang out. I bit my lip instead. The words of Paracelsus buried themselves in my mind. Why, then, would our purposes align right now? The only thing I could think of was that something, fundamentally, was wrong with this world.
Which…
"Just memories." Ritsuka answered. Mash looked a little sympathetic.
"Senpai once attended the Association." She noted. I vaguely knew the concept. An Association of Magi that desired to progress human mystics. My human history counterpart had considered it the antithesis of everything she wanted, yet at the same time…
When Morgan had been alive, the Clocktower had been young in Londinium. Barely a few centuries old. Now I understood her nervousness. Where we currently stood was not too far from the tunnels dug out for easy movement between the Clocktower's various campuses.
"I suppose human's are ruthless in their pursuit of the mystic." Grimr noted. Ritsuka nodded, just once. Wait…
"I never said I was a student." She whispered. "The Association is home to many things. For those with actual talent, it is a place of wonder. Learning, even, I guess." Her words made me wince. "I'm a fourth rate magus. There are only seven sub-circuits in my body, and one main circuit. I barely qualify as being able to use magic."
Yet this girl could maintain the existence of Heroic Spirits. Her talent was impossible to actually overstate. By all means, what she did should be completely impossible to do for a human of her nature. Her patterns were completely inadequate to the task.
"... You were a human experiment." I said what we were thinking. Ritsuka nodded.
"They call us refuse." She muttered. "Humans whose families need money, to pay off a debt or worse. I first came here when I was fourteen. When the Clocktower had no need for me, they threw me at Chaldea."
"... Then Chaldea is your refuge." Grimr muttered. "I'm sorry. The other me didn't pass that along."
"It's fine."
Yet Ritsuka's words made me focus on her. My eyes unraveled her at the seams. Learned everything about her at once. What made her so special, that she was used for an experiment, but so useless that they discarded her afterwards?
Unless…
"That isn't on your medical record." Romani noted. "Is there anything I should know, Ritsuka?"
"No. The experiments wouldn't take. I'm just a normal human."
She lied as easily as she breathed. She was not human at all. To be human was to be connected to the material world in a way that allowed one to live a normal life. Ritsuka would never live a truly normal life.
An ordinary human in an abnormal body. Yet I also saw the source.
For the Faerie of Paradise to have a chance at Spring, the grudge against the Faerie, the karma that causes her suffering, must be diffused.
Ritsuka had not suffered in Faerie Britain. It was my unravelling of time and attempt to get a better life that had created this. I was responsible.
It made me sick.
"It isn't your fault." Grimr's voice was gentle. I shook my head.
"A human should not have to bare my karma."
"Yet if you told her why she bore it, she would forgive you. That is the kind of human the last human is." Grimr answered dryly. "If you are going to survive, then you could do with learning how to be a bit more human yourself."
"I am the Faerie of Paradise."
"A faerie with no purpose."
I just huffed, my cheeks puffing up as I pushed open the door to the library. The room within was spacious, many round tables and books strewn about. It was no longer neat, or orderly, or-
"Get down!" Mash was already moving. Lightning flickered and smashed into her shield. My staff was in hand a moment later, and with a swing of my staff, cursed fire formed.
"Archer! Stop!" The voice that cracked was young. Shockingly young, actually. The spirit called Archer, on the other hand, stopped moving. He was tall, standing on a table in the middle of the room, his eyes glimmering with lightning and has form wrapped in cloth and a huge brown cloak. "… I must admit, I thought you were dead."
"... Zolgen." Ritsuka's voice was low. Very low. "I suppose this isn't a surprise either. Paracelsus was here after all."
"You know him?" My voice was one of questions. Mash just nodded.
"Sort of." She admitted. "We saw him in France. He wasn't at Rome or Okeanos, though." Her hand gripped her shield tight as she settled between us. "He created the summoning system Gilles de Rais used to summon the dark Jeanne."
Those names meant nothing to me. Yet the smell of his magic was strong. He was young, almost… too young. I'd hesitate to call him at the tail end of his teens, his blue hair tucked neatly behind his head and garbed in a tunic and jacket. In his hand was a book, very hastily snapped shut.
"Dear, one day you'll learn spilling others secrets isn't nice." Zolgen noted. The air flickered blue, as Da Vinci materialised. His face was almost murderous, chiselled stone that belied fury.
They had history.
"What are you doing, Zolgen?"
"I could ask you the same, old friend." Zolgen's response was like velvet. "But since the information is useless to you, I was the Master of Archer in this twisted war."
Was?
Wait-
"... You were killed in the collapse." I noted. Zolgen nodded, clapping a hand against his thigh.
"Indeed. Give Paracelsus my apologies, it seems I have escaped our master's control." His lips twisted into a sardonic smile, yet-
"You'll die when I release the spell." I muttered. "Then Archer is here because his magical energy hasn't exhausted itself. When you die, he'll have no master again."
"Indeed, indeed. Da Vinci, where did you find this one? She is smart." Zolgen fell silent after a long moment, breathing in and out, savouring the movement of his lungs. "I'm afraid you all arrived late to the tragedy. What are you seeking, then, broken little bird?"
Ritsuka's face twisted at the words. There was a history there. How far back it went, though-
"The Grail. Nothing else matters." Her voice was full of bitterness. "Not a person here can be saved. You condemned them all."
"Aha. Is that what Forneus told you? You seem less spry then before."
"What Forneus said doesn't matter!" Ritsuka's snarl was sharp. Yet Zolgen just rolled his eyes.
"Of course it matters! Everything is in the eyes of the beholder! Shouldn't you know that, with your clipped little wi-"
"Gyaaah!" I flinched. So did Mash. Ritsuka's hand thrust out and the shadow of Heracles warped into existence, his great sword-axe falling on Zolgen's head. Two scissor-like flies flittered out of his arm, and the sword-axe was met by a shadow of another servant, this one wielding a hammer the size of a table.
Bugs. Why did he have to have bugs?
My skin crawled.
Yet the more curious thing was the shared origin of magic.
"You've gotten better." Zolgen noted softly. "Good."
"Why is it good?" My voice was harsh as I stepped forward. Zolgen just smiled.
"Because days ahead will be hard. You, little faerie, are going to be a headache." And with his words, my breath left in a hiss. "You need not worry. I have been cut off from the others for some time now. I died three days ago, and three days ago my connection to the master ceased."
"Solomon." Ritsuka muttered. Zolgen paused, before closing his eyes.
"Yes and no." He knew it was pointless to lie to me. "But also no and yes. When do Solomon's misdeeds begin and end, given how long he's been dead?"
"You lie." My voice cut to the heart of it. "So which is the lie, that Solomon has been up to mischief, or that he is dead?"
My brain raced.
No. The most likely answer was both. I could not see which was the lie. So the whole thing must have been a lie.
"Alas, you have a mighty ally, last human." Zolgen whispered. "Archer?"
"Yes, Master?"
"... I cannot help you anymore. Spread your wings and fly." It was less a declaration of the severing of their contract, and more one of letting go. "You are besieged on many fronts. Surely you are now aware of the catastrophe in the past."
"... You refer to the Singularity 12,000 years before the common era." Da Vinci's voice was full of trepidation. Zolgen smiled, and nodded.
"Yes. And I think your little friend knows why that is." My blood ran cold. Of course I knew why. I had made it. Deliberately, intentionally. I had wanted my Britain to live, after all.
So the Lost World needed a point to split from the tree. I chose the earliest possible point, to diverge from history as much as possible. To retain my own form and existence. It had been selfish in the extreme, yet-
"Why?" It was such a loaded question, but I had to ask it. Zolgen just stared at me for a long moment. Then he spoke, and his words were full of longing and pain.
"Her name was Justeaze." He mused. "In this form, I can see you and her for what you are. Little faeries that save others and ruin themselves in the process. For that, for what I have put Justeaze through, sorry is not enough." His hand clenched. "We will meet again, but I will not be like this. I will have lost my way again. The Master has no need for a broken tool, so he will pluck me from a time where I am crueller, more malleable to his purpose."
"Zolgen-"
"Do you remember the question I asked you, Da Vinci? Tell me the answer. Tell me it wasn't for nothing!" Zolgen's voice was becoming manic as his arm flung wide. I blinked. Just once.
Da Vinci was no longer a man in my eyes, but a young woman, her brown hair flowing around her and her face full of pity.
"... I'm sorry. Human's cannot be saved."
Zolgen's voice choked up. His mouth erupted with a wail. One of fury and pain and-
"Human's don't need to be saved." Da Vinci's voice continued. "We merely need to walk the path. To save others is to damn them and to damn them is to save them. Rather then save human's, we need to become better humans. Become more. That is the real journey. You've lost your way, Zolgen. Ritsuka, I'm ready for summoning."
Ritsuka nodded. Just once. Yet Zolgen's form, wracked and shaking, stilled.
And-
"Your Holy Grail is within this building. Saving him will not end the Singularity. The Crown Lancer was called to destroy all and rejected her purpose." His voice was a whisper. "Maybe… just maybe…"
"You lost your way." Ritsuka noted. Zolgen did not speak for a long moment. Then he nodded.
"Justeaze said the same. The older me sought immortality and could not remember why. Even I don't remember why, exactly, we made the grail." He whispered. "The grail here is perhaps the purest one of the ones we flung back in time. It was, after all, meant to be the vessel of the Master's rebirth."
"The master who has already been reborn." I noted. Zolgen nodded.
"Yes. He was reborn. Somehow." He sounded almost unsure, as if- "Yet if one has two masters, then how does one reconcile the difference? It was that contradiction that let me escape for a brief moment."
"... Tell me your name, Zolgen." I took two steps forward. Zolgen blinked. Just once.
"... I cannot die. Not until Jack the Ripper is ex-"
"Tell me your name."
My insistence broke his shattered will. Zolgen's tears were too much. This was a human who had lived too long and suffered too much. Humans were not meant to bear the centuries. They were not made for it.
Even faeries should not bear the centuries. Yet-
"Barbatos." The mere mention of his true name had already caused his body to start unravelling. His fingers went first, flesh peeling away as boiling blood and too many eyes began to form. "I am Barbatos. The Duke that protects men and reconciles past and future, friend and foe. To you, I am the enemy."
"To me, you are just a wayward soul." I corrected, tapping his chest with a finger. "I forgive you."
The Faerie of Paradise does not bear sin. So, as the Son of the Christian God once said, let the sinless make the decision.
Barbatos closed his many eyes, his form unravelling more and more.
"Forgiveness." He whispered. "Ah… yes… forgiveness…"
"Master. Don't worry. I'll see the rest to the end." Archer spoke up. Barbatos' eyes opened on his Servant, and he smiled.
"This is Nikola Tesla. I summoned him to assist me in defeating Jack the Ripper. But…" He paused, trying to gather his thoughts even as he burned away in black dust. "It would be better for you to see for yourself. Inside the Clocktower, in the basement, we made a machine of fog. It was meant to turn London into a demon city. We shoved the Grail within it. Take care. She will summon herself to his side if she thinks he is threatened."
"She?" Mash's voice was confused. Barbatos closed his eyes.
"Saber." He answered. "The Grail does not normally enter the war. The Grail does not normally have Command Spells. She is an aberration. The spells are on her back."
My eyes narrowed.
"He?"
"Aye."
Mordred said her master was Henry. But Henry was…
"... Who is the man we met?" My voice was sharp. Barbatos chuckled.
"Now that is the right question. You may call him… Jack the Ripper. His true name, though, is…"
"Edward Hyde." Mash finished for Barbatos. The demon spirit nodded.
"A Deadly Game of Sin." He whispered. "Oh, Henry. You were brilliant. Too brilliant. You flew so close to the sun and burned away." His gaze finally came to Ritsuka. No, truly, it was on Da Vinci. "Please…"
"Ritsuka."
"Right."
Normally, when Ritsuka called forth a Servant, they were a mere shadow. Da Vinci was not summoned forth as a mere shadow. She raised her arm, a giant claw contraption, and swung.
"Thank you."
Barbatos' whisper on the wind was gentle. He passed on at peace. Da Vinci had faded a moment later. A moment after that, Grimr's voice pierced the quiet.
"We have a problem." His talent for the understatement had not gone away. I just groaned.
"That's not how I would put it."
"Then how would you put it?" He asked. I swallowed. Hard.
After all… A singularity so far long ago. It was certainly the result of my lost world. Of my-
"Focus on the here and now." Romani's voice cracked out. "A lot of what Zolgen said doesn't make sense to me. Can I have the cliff notes?"
"Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde are two separate beings." Mash spoke up. "I don't know how. Zolgen mentioned a Singularity in the far past, and Aesc is…" She looked at me. As if she wasn't sure how to put it. I bit my lip.
"We observed that Singularity when you first used Lord Camelot." Da Vinci noted. "It's something to do with your little incident?"
"... It's a hole in the history of the world. A critical one." I muttered. "One that ends the world if not corrected."
"From out perspective, that is all Singularities."
"... You misunderstand. That one will kill the Great Mother of Us All." This was heavy. Very heavy. I felt like a sinner, my hands soaked in blood and-
"The Faerie of Paradise is free of sin." Grimr whispered. "Stop that."
"But-"
"It's not your fault." Grimr continued. "I have seen five hundred different worlds. I have seen five hundred tragedies. Stop thinking that there isn't one world you can be happy in." He glanced at Ritsuka, then Archer. "What are we going to do?"
"... You'll help us?" Ritsuka's voice was soft. Archer nodded.
"Of course. You are beset from all sides and there is not a lot of hope remaining." He answered. "Rider Odysseus and his great Aegis. Sakata Kintoki and that insane red machine of his. Jack the Ripper and himself as a Servant. A Caster that none of us could nail down, who shattered the very rules of the ritual." He paused. "Your true enemy, I think Zolgen would have said. He was very critical of the methodology."
"Our true enemy?" Mash spoke up. Her face was filled with trepidation, and hope. Yet-
"Yes. Caster. The Heroic Spirit Solomon." Archer answered. "Or at least, so he claims."
[ ] Travel into the depths of the Association. (Holy Grail: ????, Saber: Mordred, Beast I: Babbage, Mordred Command Spells -1)
[ ] Retreat and regroup.
-[ ] You knew where Mordred was fighting. Maybe that battle was still waging. (Rider: Odysseus, ????: ????)
-[ ] Confront Jack the Ripper. He would have to act if you did. (Decisive Battle: Jack the Ripper and Jack the Ripper)
-[ ] Return to Paracelsus. There were more answers to be had. (Beast I: Paracelsus, Saoirse)
-[ ] Ritsuka is spent. Find somewhere in this place to forge into a throne. At least then you can tend to her myriad woes. (Ristuka, Mash)
-[ ] The next most likely unknown is Berserker. Apparently he likes the word Golden. Shout it from the top of the Clocktower and see what happens. (Berserker: Kintoki, ????: ????)
-[ ] Unleash the authority of Britain. Force the enemy into the open. (Grand Battle: Beast I the Pity?)
I was never accepted among faeries at large. They hated me instinctively, like a sore on their finger that they could not work out how to get rid of. That feeling extended far into my reign as Faerie Queen Morgan. In the first three centuries alone, I'd face over a dozen rebellions from every corner of the country. It was as if they thought they could grind me down into dust like they had so many times before. That I was Morgan, now, and not Aesc the Saviour, did not factor into their thinking.
The Faeries of Britain were innocent, but also inherently malicious. They did not think to the future, but rather the past.
These memories bounced in my head even during my second millennium. Grimr once said that I thought too much, but at that point, he had long since left. I was alone.
Days that might be called like Spring had turned to Winter. I didn't think of those happy days anymore, for they made me miserable.
"Who da' hell are you!?"
The declaration drew me out of my reverie, one day in Gloucester. I couldn't remember what century it was. It would be some time before that unknown period was nailed down to a year.
… Was it that I was depressed?
"... Just a traveller." In hindsight, my voice had been flat, dead even. I had been a faerie ready to die. That I hadn't died was testament to something, but I don't know what exactly. Sitting by an alley, a giant stick leaning against her shoulder, was a small faerie. Her stick bore a giant wheel, and the satchel by her side had little bits of thread sticking out.
In hindsight, I knew who that was. However, Totorot would not join me on my quest for decades, if not close to a century. If I had a clearer head, maybe I would have pushed harder.
But-
"Get off muh turf."
In those days, Totorot was a rambunctious kid. Her words, not mine. I would actually liken her more to the concepts of Yakuza or Mafia. She was more like a hitman or thug who would collect debts to the wing clan. It was laughable that such a small faerie might be such a thing, but she was exceptionally good at it.
"Your turf?"
"Yeah. Muh turf. Yer scarin' off the fishes."
Her reason for being mad at me back in those days was so strange, too. Totorot was a faerie that could not understand why she felt empty. After all, her purpose was to spin dresses for brides and to guide them down the aisle at their wedding. A eternally single faerie who wanted for others what she could not have for herself.
…
As Morgan, I allowed human culture from the True Human History to flourish. All in hopes of the one day Totoroy might return, maybe a new faerie, true, but with the ability to finally fulfil her purpose. I allowed human concepts to grow in my lands because I hoped against hope faeries might inherit the idea of a wedding and bride.
…
They weren't very good at it. I seeded the idea more then once, but they did not take to it. Faeries are fundamentally different to humans, yet…
Maybe this is a sign of the Faerie of Paradise's abnormality. I would have liked, for one day, that it be me that Totorot led down the aisle.
…
No. That was reserved for Mash. That would be an unconventional wedding. However, it didn't take more then a glance between Mash and Ritsuka to realise the only thing in their way was the star-crossed nature of their roles. For Mash had a limited lifespan as a human being. Granting her the name Tam Lin Galahad was merely putting off the inevitable. I wanted that fate to stay away as long as I could delay it, but there would come a time one day that it could not be delayed anymore.
The Faerie of Paradise may not know Spring.
… If my fate cannot be changed, Little Artoria, then know that I have chosen the wielder of my Sacred Spear. I'm sorry.
The Faerie of Paradise may know Spring.
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"Your cowardice is noted." My voice cracked like a whip. Paracelsus flinched at my words, but that was all I had to say. "It was good to see you again… Um…" I wasn't quite sure how to refer to her, but Saoirse just smiled, flipping once in the air and touching her hand to my cheek.
"Its okay, your highness." That the Dragon of the Event Horizon referred to me as such was embarrassing. "You look better. Not good, but better."
"... The road is long."
"Maybe, but there is a light at the end now." Her gaze shifted, from me, to Ritsuka and Mash, to Grimr. "You. Sage."
"Yes, my lady?"
"Look after her. I will eat you if any harm befalls her." The threat was not an idle one. However, it was one that didn't surprise me. Melusine had always been protective, so-
"Right." He glanced between me and Paracelsus. "Are we done?"
"Huh?" Ritsuka's voice sounded surprised. I nodded.
"Yes, we are."
"But you can't!" Paracelsus' almost squealed in disbelief, his displeasure known. "I'm born of the black mud! An enemy of humans! One of those who will-"
"Saoirse, what do you see in him?" I asked. The dragon faerie just nodded softly.
"Perhaps I am attracted to broken humans and faeries." She answered soflty. "Leave him to me, Morgan. He won't be an issue. I promise."
I winced at the usage of my old name, but then, she had never really known me as anything but.
"You will regret this." Paracelsus snarled. I just motioned for Ritsuka and Mash to follow me as I retreated. "I will boil the world in a sea of mud! My fog will rip the blood from human veins and my sword will rend your sky as crystal! End me! End me Rhongomyniad! Do you have no mercy left to give!?"
I paused at the cavern entrance. I could see it now. What Saoirse saw in him. It was a little, twisted light, but one she wished to save. A light that could not be saved in Aurora.
I looked at him, and I smiled.
"This is my mercy." I answered. "I will see you in the next one."
"You fool!"
"You'd best be there, Saoirse. I'm sick of saying goodbyes."
"We will." With that, I started walking again. But where to-
"The library."
"Excuse me?" Ritsuka turned this time. Paracelsus just frowned.
"You insist on doing the worst thing, so let me speed you on your way. My co-conspirator is in the Library. Seek him out. At least for the moment, your goals and ours align." His face twisted darkly. "This Singularity must be slain. There is no choice."
"Why?"
"It is rotten. Corrupted to its core. It would have been the perfect grounds for the resurrection of my Master, yet one wayward soul dragged everything off course." Paracelsus closed his eyes. "Beware the alchemist. He is not who he seems to be."
"The alchemist? You?"
"Nay." My voice cut Ritsuka off. "You mean Henry."
"Yes."
"And you don't intend to just tell us?"
"You would not believe me if I did." … Perhaps he was right. After all, I was not the one who had to believe him. Ritsuka and Mash did.
Mash, to her credit, stood at the ready. Her hands were white around her knuckles. She was gripping her shield too hard. Yet-
"Senpai, Aesc?"
"Right."
"Yeah."
There was no point delaying this. We had a clear goal, and Grimr hadn't said anything to dissuade us. He must have intended for us to go this way too.
<-->
It was not difficult to find the library. Calling it a library was inaccurate. As we approached, Ritsuka's face turned pale.
"Are you okay?" Grimr's voice was the one that rang out. I bit my lip instead. The words of Paracelsus buried themselves in my mind. Why, then, would our purposes align right now? The only thing I could think of was that something, fundamentally, was wrong with this world.
Which…
"Just memories." Ritsuka answered. Mash looked a little sympathetic.
"Senpai once attended the Association." She noted. I vaguely knew the concept. An Association of Magi that desired to progress human mystics. My human history counterpart had considered it the antithesis of everything she wanted, yet at the same time…
When Morgan had been alive, the Clocktower had been young in Londinium. Barely a few centuries old. Now I understood her nervousness. Where we currently stood was not too far from the tunnels dug out for easy movement between the Clocktower's various campuses.
"I suppose human's are ruthless in their pursuit of the mystic." Grimr noted. Ritsuka nodded, just once. Wait…
"I never said I was a student." She whispered. "The Association is home to many things. For those with actual talent, it is a place of wonder. Learning, even, I guess." Her words made me wince. "I'm a fourth rate magus. There are only seven sub-circuits in my body, and one main circuit. I barely qualify as being able to use magic."
Yet this girl could maintain the existence of Heroic Spirits. Her talent was impossible to actually overstate. By all means, what she did should be completely impossible to do for a human of her nature. Her patterns were completely inadequate to the task.
"... You were a human experiment." I said what we were thinking. Ritsuka nodded.
"They call us refuse." She muttered. "Humans whose families need money, to pay off a debt or worse. I first came here when I was fourteen. When the Clocktower had no need for me, they threw me at Chaldea."
"... Then Chaldea is your refuge." Grimr muttered. "I'm sorry. The other me didn't pass that along."
"It's fine."
Yet Ritsuka's words made me focus on her. My eyes unraveled her at the seams. Learned everything about her at once. What made her so special, that she was used for an experiment, but so useless that they discarded her afterwards?
Unless…
"That isn't on your medical record." Romani noted. "Is there anything I should know, Ritsuka?"
"No. The experiments wouldn't take. I'm just a normal human."
She lied as easily as she breathed. She was not human at all. To be human was to be connected to the material world in a way that allowed one to live a normal life. Ritsuka would never live a truly normal life.
An ordinary human in an abnormal body. Yet I also saw the source.
For the Faerie of Paradise to have a chance at Spring, the grudge against the Faerie, the karma that causes her suffering, must be diffused.
Ritsuka had not suffered in Faerie Britain. It was my unravelling of time and attempt to get a better life that had created this. I was responsible.
It made me sick.
"It isn't your fault." Grimr's voice was gentle. I shook my head.
"A human should not have to bare my karma."
"Yet if you told her why she bore it, she would forgive you. That is the kind of human the last human is." Grimr answered dryly. "If you are going to survive, then you could do with learning how to be a bit more human yourself."
"I am the Faerie of Paradise."
"A faerie with no purpose."
I just huffed, my cheeks puffing up as I pushed open the door to the library. The room within was spacious, many round tables and books strewn about. It was no longer neat, or orderly, or-
"Get down!" Mash was already moving. Lightning flickered and smashed into her shield. My staff was in hand a moment later, and with a swing of my staff, cursed fire formed.
"Archer! Stop!" The voice that cracked was young. Shockingly young, actually. The spirit called Archer, on the other hand, stopped moving. He was tall, standing on a table in the middle of the room, his eyes glimmering with lightning and has form wrapped in cloth and a huge brown cloak. "… I must admit, I thought you were dead."
"... Zolgen." Ritsuka's voice was low. Very low. "I suppose this isn't a surprise either. Paracelsus was here after all."
"You know him?" My voice was one of questions. Mash just nodded.
"Sort of." She admitted. "We saw him in France. He wasn't at Rome or Okeanos, though." Her hand gripped her shield tight as she settled between us. "He created the summoning system Gilles de Rais used to summon the dark Jeanne."
Those names meant nothing to me. Yet the smell of his magic was strong. He was young, almost… too young. I'd hesitate to call him at the tail end of his teens, his blue hair tucked neatly behind his head and garbed in a tunic and jacket. In his hand was a book, very hastily snapped shut.
"Dear, one day you'll learn spilling others secrets isn't nice." Zolgen noted. The air flickered blue, as Da Vinci materialised. His face was almost murderous, chiselled stone that belied fury.
They had history.
"What are you doing, Zolgen?"
"I could ask you the same, old friend." Zolgen's response was like velvet. "But since the information is useless to you, I was the Master of Archer in this twisted war."
Was?
Wait-
"... You were killed in the collapse." I noted. Zolgen nodded, clapping a hand against his thigh.
"Indeed. Give Paracelsus my apologies, it seems I have escaped our master's control." His lips twisted into a sardonic smile, yet-
"You'll die when I release the spell." I muttered. "Then Archer is here because his magical energy hasn't exhausted itself. When you die, he'll have no master again."
"Indeed, indeed. Da Vinci, where did you find this one? She is smart." Zolgen fell silent after a long moment, breathing in and out, savouring the movement of his lungs. "I'm afraid you all arrived late to the tragedy. What are you seeking, then, broken little bird?"
Ritsuka's face twisted at the words. There was a history there. How far back it went, though-
"The Grail. Nothing else matters." Her voice was full of bitterness. "Not a person here can be saved. You condemned them all."
"Aha. Is that what Forneus told you? You seem less spry then before."
"What Forneus said doesn't matter!" Ritsuka's snarl was sharp. Yet Zolgen just rolled his eyes.
"Of course it matters! Everything is in the eyes of the beholder! Shouldn't you know that, with your clipped little wi-"
"Gyaaah!" I flinched. So did Mash. Ritsuka's hand thrust out and the shadow of Heracles warped into existence, his great sword-axe falling on Zolgen's head. Two scissor-like flies flittered out of his arm, and the sword-axe was met by a shadow of another servant, this one wielding a hammer the size of a table.
Bugs. Why did he have to have bugs?
My skin crawled.
Yet the more curious thing was the shared origin of magic.
"You've gotten better." Zolgen noted softly. "Good."
"Why is it good?" My voice was harsh as I stepped forward. Zolgen just smiled.
"Because days ahead will be hard. You, little faerie, are going to be a headache." And with his words, my breath left in a hiss. "You need not worry. I have been cut off from the others for some time now. I died three days ago, and three days ago my connection to the master ceased."
"Solomon." Ritsuka muttered. Zolgen paused, before closing his eyes.
"Yes and no." He knew it was pointless to lie to me. "But also no and yes. When do Solomon's misdeeds begin and end, given how long he's been dead?"
"You lie." My voice cut to the heart of it. "So which is the lie, that Solomon has been up to mischief, or that he is dead?"
My brain raced.
No. The most likely answer was both. I could not see which was the lie. So the whole thing must have been a lie.
"Alas, you have a mighty ally, last human." Zolgen whispered. "Archer?"
"Yes, Master?"
"... I cannot help you anymore. Spread your wings and fly." It was less a declaration of the severing of their contract, and more one of letting go. "You are besieged on many fronts. Surely you are now aware of the catastrophe in the past."
"... You refer to the Singularity 12,000 years before the common era." Da Vinci's voice was full of trepidation. Zolgen smiled, and nodded.
"Yes. And I think your little friend knows why that is." My blood ran cold. Of course I knew why. I had made it. Deliberately, intentionally. I had wanted my Britain to live, after all.
So the Lost World needed a point to split from the tree. I chose the earliest possible point, to diverge from history as much as possible. To retain my own form and existence. It had been selfish in the extreme, yet-
"Why?" It was such a loaded question, but I had to ask it. Zolgen just stared at me for a long moment. Then he spoke, and his words were full of longing and pain.
"Her name was Justeaze." He mused. "In this form, I can see you and her for what you are. Little faeries that save others and ruin themselves in the process. For that, for what I have put Justeaze through, sorry is not enough." His hand clenched. "We will meet again, but I will not be like this. I will have lost my way again. The Master has no need for a broken tool, so he will pluck me from a time where I am crueller, more malleable to his purpose."
"Zolgen-"
"Do you remember the question I asked you, Da Vinci? Tell me the answer. Tell me it wasn't for nothing!" Zolgen's voice was becoming manic as his arm flung wide. I blinked. Just once.
Da Vinci was no longer a man in my eyes, but a young woman, her brown hair flowing around her and her face full of pity.
"... I'm sorry. Human's cannot be saved."
Zolgen's voice choked up. His mouth erupted with a wail. One of fury and pain and-
"Human's don't need to be saved." Da Vinci's voice continued. "We merely need to walk the path. To save others is to damn them and to damn them is to save them. Rather then save human's, we need to become better humans. Become more. That is the real journey. You've lost your way, Zolgen. Ritsuka, I'm ready for summoning."
Ritsuka nodded. Just once. Yet Zolgen's form, wracked and shaking, stilled.
And-
"Your Holy Grail is within this building. Saving him will not end the Singularity. The Crown Lancer was called to destroy all and rejected her purpose." His voice was a whisper. "Maybe… just maybe…"
"You lost your way." Ritsuka noted. Zolgen did not speak for a long moment. Then he nodded.
"Justeaze said the same. The older me sought immortality and could not remember why. Even I don't remember why, exactly, we made the grail." He whispered. "The grail here is perhaps the purest one of the ones we flung back in time. It was, after all, meant to be the vessel of the Master's rebirth."
"The master who has already been reborn." I noted. Zolgen nodded.
"Yes. He was reborn. Somehow." He sounded almost unsure, as if- "Yet if one has two masters, then how does one reconcile the difference? It was that contradiction that let me escape for a brief moment."
"... Tell me your name, Zolgen." I took two steps forward. Zolgen blinked. Just once.
"... I cannot die. Not until Jack the Ripper is ex-"
"Tell me your name."
My insistence broke his shattered will. Zolgen's tears were too much. This was a human who had lived too long and suffered too much. Humans were not meant to bear the centuries. They were not made for it.
Even faeries should not bear the centuries. Yet-
"Barbatos." The mere mention of his true name had already caused his body to start unravelling. His fingers went first, flesh peeling away as boiling blood and too many eyes began to form. "I am Barbatos. The Duke that protects men and reconciles past and future, friend and foe. To you, I am the enemy."
"To me, you are just a wayward soul." I corrected, tapping his chest with a finger. "I forgive you."
The Faerie of Paradise does not bear sin. So, as the Son of the Christian God once said, let the sinless make the decision.
Barbatos closed his many eyes, his form unravelling more and more.
"Forgiveness." He whispered. "Ah… yes… forgiveness…"
"Master. Don't worry. I'll see the rest to the end." Archer spoke up. Barbatos' eyes opened on his Servant, and he smiled.
"This is Nikola Tesla. I summoned him to assist me in defeating Jack the Ripper. But…" He paused, trying to gather his thoughts even as he burned away in black dust. "It would be better for you to see for yourself. Inside the Clocktower, in the basement, we made a machine of fog. It was meant to turn London into a demon city. We shoved the Grail within it. Take care. She will summon herself to his side if she thinks he is threatened."
"She?" Mash's voice was confused. Barbatos closed his eyes.
"Saber." He answered. "The Grail does not normally enter the war. The Grail does not normally have Command Spells. She is an aberration. The spells are on her back."
My eyes narrowed.
"He?"
"Aye."
Mordred said her master was Henry. But Henry was…
"... Who is the man we met?" My voice was sharp. Barbatos chuckled.
"Now that is the right question. You may call him… Jack the Ripper. His true name, though, is…"
"Edward Hyde." Mash finished for Barbatos. The demon spirit nodded.
"A Deadly Game of Sin." He whispered. "Oh, Henry. You were brilliant. Too brilliant. You flew so close to the sun and burned away." His gaze finally came to Ritsuka. No, truly, it was on Da Vinci. "Please…"
"Ritsuka."
"Right."
Normally, when Ritsuka called forth a Servant, they were a mere shadow. Da Vinci was not summoned forth as a mere shadow. She raised her arm, a giant claw contraption, and swung.
"Thank you."
Barbatos' whisper on the wind was gentle. He passed on at peace. Da Vinci had faded a moment later. A moment after that, Grimr's voice pierced the quiet.
"We have a problem." His talent for the understatement had not gone away. I just groaned.
"That's not how I would put it."
"Then how would you put it?" He asked. I swallowed. Hard.
After all… A singularity so far long ago. It was certainly the result of my lost world. Of my-
"Focus on the here and now." Romani's voice cracked out. "A lot of what Zolgen said doesn't make sense to me. Can I have the cliff notes?"
"Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde are two separate beings." Mash spoke up. "I don't know how. Zolgen mentioned a Singularity in the far past, and Aesc is…" She looked at me. As if she wasn't sure how to put it. I bit my lip.
"We observed that Singularity when you first used Lord Camelot." Da Vinci noted. "It's something to do with your little incident?"
"... It's a hole in the history of the world. A critical one." I muttered. "One that ends the world if not corrected."
"From out perspective, that is all Singularities."
"... You misunderstand. That one will kill the Great Mother of Us All." This was heavy. Very heavy. I felt like a sinner, my hands soaked in blood and-
"The Faerie of Paradise is free of sin." Grimr whispered. "Stop that."
"But-"
"It's not your fault." Grimr continued. "I have seen five hundred different worlds. I have seen five hundred tragedies. Stop thinking that there isn't one world you can be happy in." He glanced at Ritsuka, then Archer. "What are we going to do?"
"... You'll help us?" Ritsuka's voice was soft. Archer nodded.
"Of course. You are beset from all sides and there is not a lot of hope remaining." He answered. "Rider Odysseus and his great Aegis. Sakata Kintoki and that insane red machine of his. Jack the Ripper and himself as a Servant. A Caster that none of us could nail down, who shattered the very rules of the ritual." He paused. "Your true enemy, I think Zolgen would have said. He was very critical of the methodology."
"Our true enemy?" Mash spoke up. Her face was filled with trepidation, and hope. Yet-
"Yes. Caster. The Heroic Spirit Solomon." Archer answered. "Or at least, so he claims."
[ ] Travel into the depths of the Association. (Holy Grail: ????, Saber: Mordred, Beast I: Babbage, Mordred Command Spells -1)
[ ] Retreat and regroup.
-[ ] You knew where Mordred was fighting. Maybe that battle was still waging. (Rider: Odysseus, ????: ????)
-[ ] Confront Jack the Ripper. He would have to act if you did. (Decisive Battle: Jack the Ripper and Jack the Ripper)
-[ ] Return to Paracelsus. There were more answers to be had. (Beast I: Paracelsus, Saoirse)
-[ ] Ritsuka is spent. Find somewhere in this place to forge into a throne. At least then you can tend to her myriad woes. (Ristuka, Mash)
-[ ] The next most likely unknown is Berserker. Apparently he likes the word Golden. Shout it from the top of the Clocktower and see what happens. (Berserker: Kintoki, ????: ????)
-[ ] Unleash the authority of Britain. Force the enemy into the open. (Grand Battle: Beast I the Pity?)
True Name Revelation
True Name: Odysseus
Class: Rider
Skills:
Magic Resistance: B
Riding: B+
Affection of the Gods: B+
Cunning General's Epiphany: B++
Devotion (Love): A
Noble Phantasms:
Troia Hippos
Aigis
Penelope
True Name: Sakata Kintoki
Class: GOLDEN (Berserker)
Skills:
Madness Enhancement: E
Divinity: D
Animal Communication: C
Natural Body: A
Monstrous Strength: A+
Noble Phantasms:
Golden Eater
Golden Spark
Settsu Armor Kumano
True Name: Nikola Tesla
Class: Archer
Skills:
Magic Resistance: C
Independent Action: B
Galvanism: A
Tesla Coil: A+
Inherent Wisdom: A
Pioneer of the Stars: EX
Noble Phantasms:
System Keraunos
TRUE NAME R̷̢͓̭̲͍̰̻͉͚̱̟͑-̶̨͉̝̺̮̪̗͈̮̼̼̙̋̅̓̇̀͠Ņ̷͈̰̤͈̝̗̂̍͊̆̓̿͋̇̈́͌̒̅̈́̕H̸͇̥̺̘͎͊̔̆͜F̴̨̨̧̦̭̝͓̲̖̜̹̳͛͆̋͒̋͒̍̓ͅÁ̵̱͈̠̩̪͂̾̓̈͂̉̃́͐L̶͍̪̗̝͎̭͈̮̰̦̤̖͍̖̒̍́͆͌L̵̮̠̦̳͈͑͒̆F̴͕̣̠̞̏̾͐̀͛͆͌̕
Caster's True Name remains sealed
True Name: Odysseus
Class: Rider
Skills:
Magic Resistance: B
Riding: B+
Affection of the Gods: B+
Cunning General's Epiphany: B++
Devotion (Love): A
Noble Phantasms:
True Name: Sakata Kintoki
Class: GOLDEN (Berserker)
Skills:
Madness Enhancement: E
Divinity: D
Animal Communication: C
Natural Body: A
Monstrous Strength: A+
Noble Phantasms:
True Name: Nikola Tesla
Class: Archer
Skills:
Magic Resistance: C
Independent Action: B
Galvanism: A
Tesla Coil: A+
Inherent Wisdom: A
Pioneer of the Stars: EX
Noble Phantasms:
TRUE NAME R̷̢͓̭̲͍̰̻͉͚̱̟͑-̶̨͉̝̺̮̪̗͈̮̼̼̙̋̅̓̇̀͠Ņ̷͈̰̤͈̝̗̂̍͊̆̓̿͋̇̈́͌̒̅̈́̕H̸͇̥̺̘͎͊̔̆͜F̴̨̨̧̦̭̝͓̲̖̜̹̳͛͆̋͒̋͒̍̓ͅÁ̵̱͈̠̩̪͂̾̓̈͂̉̃́͐L̶͍̪̗̝͎̭͈̮̰̦̤̖͍̖̒̍́͆͌L̵̮̠̦̳͈͑͒̆F̴͕̣̠̞̏̾͐̀͛͆͌̕
Caster's True Name remains sealed
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OerstedMagicMan
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Damn, Tesla's Jacked!
Also, the original timeline London doesn't have Odysseus, right?
Also, the original timeline London doesn't have Odysseus, right?
- Pronouns
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Odysseus was introduced in LB5, so no. Also means no Mecha Trojan Horse that shoots lasers. Shame.