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Okay, some probable Illya-Herc interaction.

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The world slowed down to a crawl. Everything slowed down, including her consciousness.

What... happened?

...Oh. Yeah. Kaleid Liner Zwei.

...In hindsight, that was stupid.

...It seems I won't coming home. Mama, Papa, Onii-chan, Miyu, I'm sorry....

The last thing Ilya can remember is a giant, granite-looking hand that reach her, and, surprisingly for such a rough and hard looking hand, gently took her body into secure embrace.

*****

"Okay, Illya-chan, in the meantime, welcome to Chaldea!"

"Uh, um, thank you-"

"Hello, Illya-chan."

"This is Dad. Your Nii-chan from the future or something like that-"

"Eeeeh? EEEEEH?!"

"This is Lancer, you can ask him for anything and kick him. Don't worry about killing him, Battle Continuation A+."

"I WILL KILL YOU, MONG-"

*BOOOOM*

"BOMB IS LOVE, BOMB IS MY SKULL! MY PRECIOUS SKU-"

"WOULD YOU TWO STOP IT, YOU NUDIST IDIOTS?!"

"...Please don't mind them, we go this way. Oh, yeah that's-"

That's when Illya saw it. The Nemesis. The Thing that almost kill her and Miyu. The one who haunt her nightmares for quite long time.

She did what she could do.

She fires Quintet Feuer at Heracles.

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"Okay, Illya-chan, I'll straight asking you this. Why you attacked Berserker?"

"I-I'm sorry. It was-"

"It's okay. Nobody was hurt. But why?"

"...It was at the time when I and Miyu was asked to seal Mirror World that contains Berserker-"

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Time passed. Illya and Kuro had come long way since then, making friends, annoys Ritsuka, and escaping Medea's and Da Vinci attempts to experimenting dress them up.

Illya still doesn't want to be in the same room as Heracles.

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'"Hey, Berserker?"

Heracles, standing guard on the Atrium entrance, gave her a short acknowledgement.

"I'm... sorry about Illya-chan. That was the first time she almost died. And almost quitting... these 'Magic' stuff altogether."

Heracles grunted. You can forgiven for thinking that is all of it.

Kuro, who had knowledge of how Magus works and live, and more closer to what his Master once, knows better.

Heracles was... not exactly crying inside, but it is still painful. A lot.

"I... cannot be sure about this. Just... gave her time, okay?"

Heracles grunted. And then, he extend his hand to Kuro's hand. And she put her hand or his hand.

It was a small gesture.

It was enough for now.

*****

Illya awoken. Slowly.

What... happened?

I am... alive?

...Oh, right.

Illya tried to move, but her body still too weak. Too unresponsive.

Having your body rebuilt after being damaged from overusing your magic was not fun. Especially when it's your nerve. And your lymph. And also probably your blood vessels.

But it was either that or having entire team being wiped out by Goetia. Including Kuro. And....

She tried to move her head to side. She could.

She saw him.

Berserker. No, Heracles.

She knows his story. She read his Lore.

And for the first time, she didn't felt any fear. Even when he was very close to her.

Probably because he's sleeping. And close. His head was within her reach.

His hair... was less prickly than she thought. His face was softer. ...Wet. Did he...?

Berserker, groggily, awake. And almost jolted into the door-

"Berserker."

The word almost hurt. She's coughing, strained her vocal chord from not being used for how long. And lack of liquid.

A big hand, gently, bring a glass of water. At arms length.

"....Can't. ...Closer."

The hand goes closer. Closer.

She drinks. Slowly.

"...Thank...You."

Berserker nodded. He put the glass, and move-

"Wait."

Berserker stops.

"Need...more...sleep. ...Stay."

Berserker still stops.

"...Please."

Berserker moved in, sit down. His hand, slowly, was put on her bedside.

Illya put her hand above his.

"Thank... You."

She sleeps. Peacefully.

Heracles... didn't really smile. But he was... happy. Such a small, precious things.
 
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Chapter Nine - Pt. 2
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    • Herakles looks up suddenly, eyes empathetically frowned as he seems to peer through the wall. The sound of pouring water diverts his attention back down, as Medea slides a cup of piping hot tea towards him with a wave of magic.

    "Please do not charge through the walls, Herakles," Caster says carefully, making small, measured movements as she goes through the steps and pours a cup for herself. It took a lot of work, promises, and time to convince Ritsuka to grant her a proper space for her Temple again, on the condition that she won't wreck anything or kidnap anyone anymore; she won't have a mad beast ruin it for her. Even if it's Herakles.

    Even if she can't meaningfully stop him.

    Atalanta sighs as she sets her tea down, cat ears twitching. "This is peaceful, isn't it? An Argonaut reunion, in Greece."

    "I suppose," Medea says. She looks out at the shore, the shores of long lost Colchis, the homeland she abandoned to be with Jason. With others to spend time with, she has assigned parts of her Temple to emulating the lands of old Greece, in the Age of Gods. This is only a fascimile of her homeland, however; memories are blurred and details have been lost, and the density of magic is nothing like it was back then. But the smell, the breeze, the sea... It's better than nothing.

    Perhaps it would be nice to visit Greece, when this Grand Order is concluded. But if it is impossible, she won't care. After all, she came here to answer a call to save mankind, not fulfill her wish.

    Atalanta shifts on her cushion, the cloth rustling under her weight. Herakles looks on at his tea, still as the mountains he now resembles. Medea looks at her guests and then at the ocean around them, sighing. It is nice to be around those she knows, without the pressure of a wish to make them kill each other. But Medea just remembered something impotant: They don't have much to talk about.

    Herakles is a Berserker, and not one for conversation besides. And she and Atalanta don't really have much else to discuss besides food and nostalgia. She healed Atalanta at Jason's behest, not out of any compassion. The small friendship they struck up afterwards was merely because they were the only women aboard a ship with fifty one crew. She is a princess, and Atalanta is a huntress; they have nothing in common.

    So in short, her proposed Argo Reunion has become extremely awkward in a very short amount of time. It's not even enjoying each other's company on the beaches of Colchis; this is just a very elaborate box. All of them can tell the difference.

    If Medea hears another wave she is going to scream.

    "You know, 'Dea," Atalanta says suddenly. She is looking out at the sea, leaning against one arm propped against the table, munching on some rice crackers Medea poofed into existence as simple fare. "Remember Lynceus?"

    Medea rolls her eyes. She did; what a troublesome ability. "Of course. If not for my magic, he would have been an absolute menace. He was a creepy fellow, too; moreso than an entire boat of men who would go to sea for months without seeing another woman."

    Atalanta and Medea both glance surrepitously at Herakles. The Berserker is looking intently at his cup of tea, as if it is the only thing in the world. Well, at least that's convenient. He is always easily amused.

    "I'm sure Herk doesn't count," Atalanta says hopefully. "He has Omphale! And his... thirteenth labour... A-And he's never shown interest anyways."

    "He really didn't talk," Medea sighs. At first she was in awe of the great Herakles – honored Herakles, who triumphed over twelve labours, the greatest son of Zeus – but frankly she never got to know him. And then... well no he's still held in awe. She's just bitter enough to not care anymore. Not least when he's looking at a cup of tea intently like a giant idiot.

    ...That's probably Mad Enhancement, though. Herakles was quite sharp when he did do things.

    Suddenly, a sly smile creep onto Medea's face. She turns to Atalanta, the Huntress catching her expression with a worried frown. "Don't you dare," Atalanta warns.

    "I'm sure Lynceus would intently look at you if he were here," Medea says.

    Atalanta scoffs. "As if. Lynceus didn't like lions."

    "Aw, I'm sorry..." Medea leans forward and pats Atalanta on the head.

    "Stop."

    "No."

    Atalanta groans and shakes her head, but Medea does not give up. She keeps patting her, until all resistance melts away. Atalanta puts her head on the table and surrenders to it.

    Good kitty.

    Unknown to the other two greeks in the room, Herakles looks up from his tea and at the wall again.

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    "Ah..." Arturia sighs peacefully, a cup of warm green tea in her hands. Her hair hangs loose down to her shoulders, and she feels so relaxed that she could just melt into the bench – even if it would be unbecoming of her. This is what they call Zen. Total clarity and oneness. "...Yes, this is good."

    Twenty two years of life with Shirou and Rin have taught Saber to relax and take life as it comes, and one of these ways has always been to have tea after a hot shower to let your hair dry fully, before going about your business. Indeed, she's gained a great appreciation for tea since. And Britain agrees, considering what the favored drink of the UK is.

    It was a good idea to put benches in the hallways, as well. Just nice places for anyone, Servant or Staff, to sit down and rest for a bit in between hectic battle and strenuous preparation. If just for a minutes at a time, it is also good to relax. Breaks are necessary to operate at one hundred percent, even for Servants.

    It's nice to remember Peace from time to time.

    And then her break ends as she sees Ritsuka and Kana, following behind a blonde man with red eyes she hoped never to see again. Her blood boils at the mere sight of his golden spun hair and his deep red eyes and his devilishly handsome features and his... Wait. Is he naked?

    Help me    , Kana's eyes scream loudly. This is my life, Ritsuka's eyes sigh. That ...sounds about right for Gilgamesh.

    "Yo, Saber," Gilgamesh greets, grinning smugly. "Fate has conspired to reunite us under such auspices." He walks up to her, one leg on the bench as he looks her eye to eye, right in her face. "What about it? Will you be mine?"

    Arturia looks firmly at him. Were she not in a state of nirvana right now, she might have punched him. "I'm not interested in being your belonging. Now leave me, my tea is getting cold."

    Gilgamesh laughs, standing fully upright. "Hah! Good, good! It is that defiance that makes you beautiful! Resist me, I can still admire from afar!"

    Arturia frowns. This is not the Archer she remembers. He is more... amiable, than she remembers. The Gilgamesh from the War would have summoned the Gate and threatened her by this point. She glances at Ritsuka and Kana, the boy she raised shrugging and the girl she taught caught somewhere between appreciation and shrieking terror. Interesting how twins can have completely different reactions to stress, the zen part of her notes calmly.

    This is also probably their doing. Or perhaps a reflection of the era he is summoned into. Taking that into consideration... Gilgamesh is likely as nice and personable as he can get, being summoned into a time where humans are few, the task they undertake is incredible, and every single person is both necessary and irreplaceable.

    And he is still frustrating, condescending, and narcissistic. She weeps for the old realm of Uruk, for having one as him to be King.

    She exhales sharply and drinks more tea. Ah, yes. There is the peace she yearns for, at the bottom of a wooden teacup. Zen recovered, Arturia sighs peacefully again before looking angrily at Gilgamesh. "If you don't mind, King of Heroes, I am having an after-shower break. It would be appreciated if you did not interrupt me." She glances down briefly and raises an eyebrow surreptitiously. "And if you would wear something, that would be good as well."

    "Ho?" Damnable goldie, the gigantic raging asshole, seems to thrust at her face. "What about it, Saber? Does it not enrapture you?"

    Arturia looks flatly at it, eyes half-lidded. She bites her lips. "I've had better," she says matter-of-factually. "Merlin, for all his faults, was quite an artist."

    Long, cold seconds pass in total silence. It is bliss.

    Kana breaks it, but she forgives her. "Do you mean--"

    Arturia takes another sip of tea. Ah, heaven. "What do you think?"

    Kana opens her mouth. She closes it. "Fair point."

    Gilgamesh takes his leg down from the bench. He looks at Arturia. She looks back at him. His face is flat, even, and devoid of emotion. Heaven. "I am going to slap that fucking wizard," he mutters under his breath. The King of Heroes nods tersely at her. "I would ask to see, but it is clearly long gone. A good day to you, Saber."

    And to think that was nearly normal. This is definitely King Gilgamesh in his most amiable aspect. "And to you, Archer."

    He walks on past her, followed after by Ritsuka and Kana, both looking at her in awe. She nods at them and wordlessly cheers them on. That Gilgamesh is this personable and polite at all can only mean the two of them have impressed the King. And that is no small feat indeed.

    Silence returns to Arturia's patch of hallway, and she sighs peacefully, whole again.

    Ah, to live is to burn sickly.
     
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    • Okay, I like this Arthuria. Pretty chill. Not as strung up as she once was. She can, quite literally, win a dick-measuring contest against the fucking King of Heroes. And best of all, not a single amount of fucks were given that day.

    You're shit out of luck, Gil-kun.
     
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    It seems even Gilgamesh has his turn-offs. How disappointed he must be to have learnt that at some point in her life, Artoria once had a package that was a "masterpiece" if her comment about Merlin being an artist in his work is anything to judge by.
     
    kokuenDG said:
    Now to be fair, he does get better. Just becomes more of a workaholic than anything else though.
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    and that involve going all the way down to where dead people is and then losing his prize after he got it to a freaking snake

    learning some humility and fear of death can change some one
     
    Swordomatic said:
    Arturia looks flatly at it, eyes half-lidded. She bites her lips. "I've had better," she says matter-of-factly. "Merlin, for all his faults, was quite an artist."
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    that must have been awkward for Morgan

    her little half-sister having something like that, hated her or not, it would be weird

    man Merlin is such a troll, Clairvoyance of the " Present " is pretty useful for setting up shit like that
     
    I mean, considering Enkidu, yeah I'm pretty sure Gil would normally be down with this type of "Lancer" Arthuria if she didn't surpass him.

    As for Medea and Atalanta, I imagine hair braiding gets boring after a while.
     
    all fictions said:
    As for Medea and Atalanta, I imagine hair braiding gets boring after a while.
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    not like any other Greek girl is gonna contribute much

    Artemis is gonna be busy with Orion and pretty much shatter Nyanta image of her Goddess if they do meet
    Circe wouldn't have alot of thing to talk about other then embarrassing story about Medea
    the Medusa sister isn't exactly the best people to get along with since the twin is pretty annoying
    Penthesilea and Hippo don't get along with Greek people

    the guy wouldn't add much either

    Asterios ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
    Achilles and Chiron are guy
    Jason and Perseus are banned under threat of death
    Orion would be trying to hide from Artemis
    Hektor . . . i don't know
    Leonidas . . . i ran out of thing to say
     
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    Z000 said:
    Hektor
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    He's that your embarassing Uncle that often straddles the line between good natured teasing and outright harassement. Without meaning to. Hopefully.
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    Leonidas
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    He'll keep talking about training and bodybuilding and martial arts and such. Surprisingly, he and Penns goes along quite well.

    Up until he said something about 'too bad you born woman, you make a fine Spartan'.
     
    Z000 said:
    not like any other Greek girl is gonna contribute much

    Artemis is gonna be busy with Orion and pretty much shatter Nyanta image of her Goddess if they do meet
    Circe wouldn't have alot of thing to talk about other then embarrassing story about Medea
    the Medusa sister isn't exactly the best people to get along with since the twin is pretty annoying
    Penthesilea and Hippo don't get along with Greek people

    the guy wouldn't add much either

    Asterios ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
    Achilles and Chiron are guy
    Jason and Perseus are banned under threat of death
    Orion would be trying to hide from Artemis
    Hektor . . . i don't know
    Leonidas . . . i ran out of thing to say
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    Hektor would just complain about being old.

    Leonidas is too busy punching a waterfall, don't you remember.

    Although, I'm sure that Chiron would be a wonderful conversationalist... if he ever got added to F/GO's summoning pool.
     
    RBomber said:
    Up until he said something about 'too bad you born woman, you make a fine Spartan'
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    As if she didnt have enough body image problem already

    Poor girl gonna go mad-er and would do something drastic like self-modfing her own Saint Graph and gender bend herself to finally get away from all the girly stuff

    This is the girl who doesnt go for her older more mature/beautiful form because Achilles make some comment about how gorgeous she was
     
    RBomber said:
    Up until he said something about 'too bad you born woman, you make a fine Spartan'.
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    He might not even say that.
    Article:
    The Spartan exercise regimen for girls was designed to make them "every bit as fit as their brothers". They learnt to ride, and votive offerings have been discovered depicting Spartan women on horseback. Other exercise for Spartan women included running, wrestling, throwing the discus and javelin, and "trials of strength".
     
    justinkal said:
    He might not even say that.
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    The Spartan exercise regimen for girls was designed to make them "every bit as fit as their brothers". They learnt to ride, and votive offerings have been discovered depicting Spartan women on horseback. Other exercise for Spartan women included running, wrestling, throwing the discus and javelin, and "trials of strength".
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    Oh yeah

    Sparta doesnt really give a shit about your gender, as long as you aint a cripple then you are fine in their book
     
    justinkal said:
    Also was super ahead of its time on Women's Rights due to all the men being so war focused.

    Women could own and inherit property, and inheriting property was standard practice if their husband died in war.
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    Yeah, but like...
    Cetashwayo said:
    Sparta is a bit of an "exception", but not in the way one might think. The reason why Spartan women were allowed to be more free than other women is because there was an expectation they would use this freedom to turn themselves into exemplars of the Spartan citizenry; the legend of the Spartan hoplite killed by his mother because he was the sole person to come home from a battle is there for a reason. Spartan women were expected to be good broodmares, and like any broodmare were thus allowed to go about the pasture to their heart's delight.
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    It's a condescending form of women's rights, in a way.

    It's still leagues better than Athens, so I'm not saying it was totally bad.
     
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    Alright, chapter 9 parts 1 and 2 have been added to edit up Kana and Arturia's dialogue a bit. And, as always, if anything feels off or could be better, just mention it!
     
    Swordomatic said:
    Atalanta and Medea both glance surrepitously at Herakles. The Berserker is looking intently at his cup of tea, as if it is the only thing in the world. Well, at least that's convenient. He is always easily amused.
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    "No tea leaves. How am I going to read my future from this?"
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    "Aw, I'm sorry..." Medea leans forward and pats Atalanta on the head.

    "Stop."

    "No."

    Atalanta groans and shakes her head, but Medea does not give up. She keeps patting her, until all resistance melts away. Atalanta puts her head on the table and surrenders to it.

    Good kitty.
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    Resisting the ears is futile.

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    "He really didn't talk," Medea sighs. At first she was in awe of the great Herakles – honored Herakles, who triumphed over twelve labours, the greatest son of Zeus – but frankly she never got to know him. And then... well no he's still held in awe. She's just bitter enough to not care anymore. Not least when he's looking at a cup of tea intently like a giant idiot.
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    "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if woodchuck could chuck wood?"
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    Unknown to the other two greeks in the room, Herakles looks up from his tea and at the wall again.
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    "That wall is slightly colored by age. It contrasts the color scheme of rest of the room."
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    Gilgamesh laughs, standing fully upright. "Hah! Good, good! It is that defiance that makes you beautiful! Resist me, I can still admire from afar!"
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    "Some things are beautiful because they cannot be obtained."
    Swordomatic said:
    Arturia frowns. This is not the Archer she remembers. He is more... amiable, than she remembers. The Gilgamesh from the War would have summoned the Gate and threatened her by this point. She glances at Ritsuka and Kana, the boy she raised shrugging and the girl she taught caught somewhere between appreciation and terror.

    This is probably their doing. Or perhaps a reflection of the era he is summoned into. Taking that into consideration... Gilgamesh is likely as nice and personable as he can get, being summoned into a time where humans are few, the task they undertake is incredible, and every single person is both necessary and irreplaceable.
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    Pretty much.
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    "Ho?" Damnable goldie, the gigantic raging asshole, seems to thrust at her face. "What about it, Saber? Does it not enrapture you?"

    Arturia looks flatly at it, eyes half-lidded. She bites her lips. "I've had better," she says matter-of-factly. "Merlin, for all his faults, was quite an artist."
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    BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAA!!! Point to Arturia!
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    Gilgamesh takes his leg down from the bench. He looks at Arturia. She looks back at him. His face is flat, even, and devoid of emotion. Heaven. "What is wrong with modern court wizards,"
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    That's what half of the Fate-fans keep asking. The other half either just laughs or nods appreciatively.
     
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