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On a Certain Day in February, the year is 1999 AD.
In a certain ward in a part of Tokyo, in an underground sanctuary filled with poor light.
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It was overwhelming――――
His herculean strength and persistence was something to be exhaustively expected.
Although could it be, that up till now it was predicted by someone that he would be an unimaginable monster?
The Servant who became this had a sturdy body which easily exceeded 2 metres, its brutal soul which possessed a body that was like steel, was by no means thick-headed apparition.
In that case, what is it?
It was something which eyes glowed red, with this, insanity, and that shadow which stretched and loweringly groaned to the very high ceiling of the underground sanctuary,
It was a massacre which brings destruction with its supernatural strength.
It was an instrument which carried out meticulously keen and nimble battles until it got gruesome.
In the Second Holy Grail War which continued to be held and performed in Tokyo surely now, it was a hero which materialised as Berserker who shining brilliantly held the rank of second place.
He was something that people dreamed of.
He was someone who wielded power which wasn’t human.
Furthermore, it wasn’t average.
For example his eyes weren’t like a hero from a legend or anecdote who would defeat a monster and save people.
Sure enough――――
Did this gorgeous girl, able to grasp that true name?
She wasn’t suited to standing stock still in the underground sanctuary that was filled with an ominous gloom, and she had a pure presence.
No.
Her words which told of her sincerity and purity, in that case didn’t match her specialty “Black Magic” that was attached to her profile, especially with the large scale magical base that was etched into the world.
Even if she hasn’t used a blood sacrifice, even just once.
Even so, it was just……
It might’ve been a genuine something.
With her lovely transparent eyes that were covered by her glasses, the girl continued to fight in this far eastern city.
Even if she was a single master who was challenging the Second Holy Grail War, 8 years ago, her genius magus older sister wasn’t able to get the Grail while magnificently winning her way through the First Holy Grail War.
That name is――――
Ayaka Sajyou.
Ayaka: “……..Saber!”
The girl, called out her own Servant.
To he who must’ve been powerful.
To he who was Saber the first ranked Servant who doesn’t waver, and is capable of beating any and all of her enemies.
It was a heartbreaking cry.
Did that voice, reach him?
If he honestly expressed their current status, the girl was careless.
He wouldn’t mind, even if he said that they underestimated the enemy.
His being which was always victorious in his many battles, was boasting that he was unrivalled.
Certainly Saber was powerful.
His magical armour who shone with blue and silver could endure many attacks, and his weapon which had turned invisible and stashed away with his wind prana could cut through his many enemies.
He was a Heroic spirit who controlled an invisible sword.
If he borrowed the exact words of Archer who was clad in gold, he was a Holy Blade User.
At that time when he showed that sword and together with his figure who released its true name, he could see that he was an enemy with the greatest and most powerful power.
However.
If he could freely demonstrate his abilities as Saber, then….
Berserker’s huge frame which was equal to high speed steel, could’ve possibly bisected him at once.
But.
It wasn’t like that.
The advantage point, worked as a minus for Saber and the girl.
Multiple traps had been laid in the underground sanctuary.
Whether it could be seen with an ordinary person’s eyes, the light of mana which was shining a bit, displayed the existing barrier that was carefully refined.
He wasn’t a being who could do the same thing with a single blow to a Heroic Spirit who had the highest ranked Magical Resistance skill, but if he could tempt him just a bit to the point that he recoiled then he would grant it.
And then, for sure at the time which was less than a second in that comma, he knew that it was a battle between fellow Heroic Spirits who were the second advents of myths that were even supernatural.
Still, they weren’t inferior either way, at this current point in time where the pair started to clash.
His invisible sword, and his stone axe.
It rivalled his power.
While repelling their reciprocating weapons with a crash, it was a high speed combat because they fixed their stances in an instant.
If she strengthened her sight by using magic beforehand, the girl would certainly done something at this point in time.
It was an ultra-high speed world, which wouldn’t stop just for human eyes.
Would she be able to grasp it if it was the newest kind of high speed camera?
It was also difficult.
There was a terrible wind pressure, and in their state he could’ve mostly destroyed the stone walls of the sanctuary by himself.
They unleashed kinetic energy which surpassed a falling aeroplane and a large scale vehicle crash with each meticulously, precise, blow, as they dodged, repelled, and defended those blows which resembled death itself, whilst protecting their own Masters, and whilst targeting the enemy Masters at the time――――
It was an extreme few seconds.
It was the ultimate struggle.
The true strength of the Second Servant, was also equal to him at this current point.
If so did she knew the outcome of it?
First as mentioned before, it was an advantage point.
It had a kind of barrier.
If he said it again, he looked at the girl who was his Master.
Saber won’t lose, she thought.
Did she believe in him?
It was a bit different.
The thing that she believed too much in.
Was in his own experience that was said to have defeated Caster and Rider by himself.
Despite having no absolute superior power or absolute advantage, originally, in the Holy Grail War.
Saber: “ku…….haa……”
A deep crimson fell onto the stone pavement.
The thing which flowed on the stone pavement going down Saber’s forehead, was something that connected him to the life of his temporary body.
Blood.
Prana.
But, it wasn’t just flowing from him.
Again Berserker, had spurted out massive prana from his huge frame, together with his fresh blood.
The one who threw himself into the finishing blow in that moment when their struggle collapsed, was not either one, but both of them together.
So Saber had been strongly powerfully slapped into the blown up stone wall, at the same time Berserker flew and was cut from a part which was taken nearly in his left chest―――――about the shoulder part of his left arm.
His left arm.
He was probably largely damaged in his heart which had been hit in the core to Heroic Spirits.
It was a fatal blow for sure.
In other words, would Saber skilfully barely find victory?
No.
It’s different.
Saber and the girl had been defeated in this battle.
You should’ve seen it.
The huge frame which should’ve been severed in the heart could never be beaten.
Berserker, was standing still, while his white breath which was like covered with prana, was now, fiercely blowing out from his mouth.
He wasn’t dead.
He received a fatal wound, but he was attentively, glaring at Saber who was in a fallen situation.
For sure, it was the 2nd reason which divided victory or defeat.
The girl didn’t know the enemy.
She had no steps or ways to deal with him.
She forgot about the possibility that the great hero that was more than a threat to him existed in human history, and with just simple honesty, they were facing a monster who boasted invincible immortality.
If she could’ve possibly sensed it in advance, she might’ve been able to come up with a way.
But, the girl didn’t realise it.
And then.
She couldn’t, respond, even now when the enemy’s ability was exposed like this.
If she was a genius like her older sister―――――she might’ve been able to deal with him―――――but if she was her older sister, she could’ve used territory magic which was like almost all of the magics, on top of configuring and connecting in that moment where she had a type of magical foundation which was independently put together by powerful mages and old family lineages, as well as a released magical foundation, like black magic and rune magic, spiritual sorcery, gem magic and elemental conversion magic.
But her older sister, was already gone.
She wasn’t anywhere.
She was killed in the middle of the First Holy Grail War, on that day 8 years ago
???: “I have no intention of killing Saber. Since he is a mere witness, who knows the truth about the beast”
The man said.
As his stiff footsteps echoed.
He was a tall slim man.
He was a finely chiselled man.
He was Berserker’s Master.
He was a man, who gazed without slightly moving from the centre of the underground sanctuary, right in the middle of the two clashing Servants.
Since he confirmed that the conclusion to the battle had been settled, the man, finally gave out his voice.
Calmly, he approached Saber while walking slowly at a disagreeable pace.
Sancraid: “Let’s MAKE the best of your circumstances, young lady.”
It was at some time with the same broken Japanese.
The man snapped his fingers.
Depending on Berserker who was in a state where one arm was dismembered, he extended his right hand in a manner similar to not feeling a bit of pain, and picked up Saber’s body.
Ayaka: “What….”
Sancraid: “Oh, please don’t MOVE. Do you want Berserker to kill him?”
Like he knew the girl without having to talk, the man purposefully spoke like this.
The girl couldn’t move.
He, struck her with just his gaze.
Saber’s body which had been picked up by the huge right hand, had been set onto the sanctuary’s altar.
This underground sanctuary, even though it should be something based in the doctrine that they follow a sole god who is their father and a messiah who ascended carrying the sins of humanity on his back, Saber’s form which endured his posture on the altar――――could’ve been seen as similar to a sacrifice just like in a Central American myth.
Actually it was at a point where he was an offering.
At least, for this man who was Berserker’s Master.
Sancraid: “Please come here, AYAKA SAJYOU.”
Respectfully, the man gave a bow.
The girl couldn’t resist.
Even if it involved dangers like so far, she approached the magus that had subdued Saber.
She couldn’t abandon him.
She definitely, wouldn’t be running away from here.
She had that kind of expression.
It made her sad that she was the one who abandoned the most powerful Heroic Spirit, who had been defeated due to her own inexperience to defeat just once.
Or.
Did she have feelings like that, or thoughts like that?
Or――――
Or was similar it to exchanging him between people or to another one?
Sancraid: “Right, come here. TAKE another step. Just a little bit more. Right, like this.”
Ayaka: “ ……. ”
Sancraid: “PLEASE don’t like that. See, don’t be scared. DON”T be scared……it’s alright, you’re worries ARE unfounded. I won’t kill you. Didn’t I say so?”
The man was walking, on top of the stone pavement which had thin water stretched around it.
More than calling him human, he already, was giving her the impression of a carnivorous beast who was licking his lips before his prey.
Or, he was the kind of murderous soul who would do the same deed before his victim.
Right, immediately after the girl sensed the unpleasant thoughts that ran down her back, the man changed his conduct.
Sancraid: “So long as you don’t move”
He extended his long right hand to the girl.
Sancraid: “I won’t kill him!”
In an instant, she would be too late even if stepped back.
She couldn’t make it.
He teared off the school designated ribbon, from the chest of the girl’s uniform!
Ayaka: “Ah!”
The girl exhaled her breath with shock.
She couldn’t make words.
Surely, she was the one who understood.
The meaning of the man’s actions.
He didn’t plan on sexually assaulting the one whose clothes were torn and body exposed, not as a woman――――or as a woman, no, it was certain that this act was for sure against a Master who was participating in the Holy Grail War accompanied by her Heroic Spirit.
On the girl’s chest, there was a black coloured pattern of a single feather expressed on her white chest.
Her Master’s degree.
It was the sole thing that showed her connection to her Heroic Spirits.
The man held his hand, out to there.
There were signs that he was invoking some sort of special ritual.
It was magic.
The man mentioned it while boasting in broken words that were neither English nor Japanese.
A harsh sigh slipped from her lips, as she was placed with a burden which resembled high gravity on the girl’s body.
A huge ripple rose, on the water which was spread thinly,
And then, there was an intense magical light.
Sancraid: “Hyahyahyahyahya!”
Laughing loudly.
The man laughed boastfully, until it was hard on the ears.
He laughed.
The girl who had closed her eyes to endure the harsh pressure that came with the ritual, couldn’t see.
It disappeared along with the Master’s Degree on her chest.
The single master’s degree emerged, as it was, absorbed onto the man’s chest which had become bare.
The one who saw the girl after the entire ritual process had ended――――
She had a harsh exhaustion and fatigue.
While sinking down in that spot, the girl, looked through the lenses of the glasses.
Did her single feather degree, go somewhere?
Her own chest.
No.
There was already, nothing there
It had disappeared from its original spot.
Sancraid: “Hyahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”
She, could still hear it.
His laughing voice.
His laughing voice.
The man’s voice, made fun of the naïve and powerless girl.
That figure looked back from the front of the altar, with the single master’s degree definitely on his chest.
In other words, it was a mark which showed his contract with Saber, who manifested as the first ranked Servant in the Holy Grail War.
Sancraid: “Hyahyahya! Saber’s Master! I’ve certainly taken it!”
The words thrusted at her, dug into the girl’s chest sharply like a sword.
She understood it.
It hit her changing into something grave, as quietly, the man told her.
Like when they met it didn’t change one thing, with a tone and voice which said he was a priest who was naturally gentlemanly.
Sancraid: “……..I thank you for your cooperation, young lady.”
He bowed again.
Deeply, deeply, he bowed enough to think that his head may reach the floor, as he further gave a few more words.
Sancraid: “But, since Saber does have various injuries, I MUST rebuild him again.”
Ayaka: “Eh……?”
Still seated on the cold, soaked stone pavement, the girl raised her head in a daze.
Ah, he’s smiling.
While looking down at the girl who he stole everything from, the man enjoyed it until it was obvious.
It’s hopeless.
She accepted it.
She regretted it.
It was good if he savoured the girl who had feelings like that, and he must savour it, making a cruel face which she thought was from the bottom of his heart.
If you were looking at the person she saw, you’d see that he had a smile that scared her enough to declare that he was “evil.”
Still with a whole smile on his face, the man continued like this.
Sancraid: “Kill her, Berserker.”
Cruelly.
Harshly.
Smashing her final hopes, he brought forth the words.
And then, the girl――――
Originally Posted by PhoenixRising
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