Fate/Sunset

Last time on Fate/Sunset.

We were introduced to one of the Masters of the Grail War along with their Servant, Lancer.

And while their relationship was unique for Master and servant they nonetheless still pose a threat to Sunset and her Servant in the war of the Holy Grail.

Let’s hope our young hero has what it takes to survive as she gets to know her Servant in the next chapter of.

FATE/SUNSET!!!

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(7:00 am, Golden Oaks Library.)

We find ourselves back in Golden Oaks Library the next morning, with our two heroes sitting across from each other like last time, the difference now was that the human of the two had taken a bath and was well fed, and was also currently wearing some pajamas that were provided to her by her Servant. Something she still wasn’t used to and probably wouldn't get used to it anytime soon.

“Glad to see you nice and clean and not looking like you would keel over from hunger,” the servant of the bow (or gun in this case) said as she took a bite from a glazed donut that she “found” along with the Pajamas and the rest of the food they where still eating.

Sunset knew very well what her servant (still not used to saying that) meant by finding this stuff. While the thought of theft didn’t sit well with her, she was too hungry and desperate to put too much of a fuss and just ate her own donut. Sunset tried to ignore the part of her that wanted to cry tears of joy for getting something to eat after a few days of barely getting by with a few apples, that she… “acquired” from a fruit stand.

“Well I didn’t have much of a choice,” Sunset muttered while taking a bite of her donut. “Showers and food are not that common while living in the streets.”

“Don’t remind me,” Archer sighed. “To think I would have a hobo as a master.”

A tick mark appeared on Sunset’s head as she glared at the crimson eyed girl. “Just going to ignore that.”

“And the worst part is that you don’t know what’s going on,” Archer said as she shook her head in disappointment.

“That reminds me, you said you’d tell me who the heck you are, and what the heck is going on,” Sunset said as she mentally counted down from ten, her short temper was about to rear its ugly head, and she didn’t want to lash out at the person who saved her.

“I did didn’t I?” the heroic spirit said as she picked up another donut and starting looking at it if was a fine Piece of Jewelry. “Sorry, taking care of you must have caused it to slip my mind.”

‘This little,’ Sunset thought as her blood pressure was starting to rise. It seems like this BRAT was going to hang the fact that she didn’t know what was going on over her head!

“BUT!” Archer cheered out. “Now that you reminded me, I believe we should start the explanation.”

And with those words, the servant of bow leaned towards her master to the point Sunset could see the small glints of glee shining in her servant’s eyes.

“Tell me, master, what do you know of the Holy Grail?”

Blinking in surprise at such an odd question the sun-themed teen answered. “Not much, all I know is it’s supposed to be a cup touched by the blood of Christ, and at one point my class read up on one of King Arthur's knights going on a quest to find it.”

“Hmmm,” Archer hummed as she rubbed her chin. “Your not wrong, but also not right either, the Holy Grail I’m asking about, while based off of the holy relic is in a completely different category.”

“Then why asked me if it’s not the same cup?” Sunset asked with a raised brow. She had to admit the part of her that loved to discover new things was interested in how this Grail was different.

“To see if you at least knew that much,” Archer said with a shrug. “But sadly it seems I’m truly stuck with a hopeless case.”

‘She saved your life Sunset,’ Sunset thought as she kept herself from reaching over and smashing the little brats face into the table. “Can you please just tell me what's so special about this Grail and why someone wanted to kill me for it?”

“Fine fine,” Archer with a shrug and a smile. “ you see the Grail I’m talking about is not the one that received the blood of the Christ, but the prototype of an even more ancient "omnipotent container.” it is a Wish granting device that gathers the Mana of fallen Heroic Spirits, ones like me.

“Heroic Spirits,” Sunset Muttered, trying to wrap her mind around the fact that something that could grant wishes existed. Even in her former home, a world of magic, with a goddess like being that could raise the sun every day like it was nothing, the thought of a relic that could grant a wish was thought of being just a fairy tale. This world that barely had any magic seem to have a miracle like a device in their possession!

“Heroic Spirits are beings of a higher existence,” Archer continued speaking, ether not noticing her master’s mood or just not caring. “We are the spirits of great people, be they real or from myth, and are summoned to fight in the Grail War at our chance to gain a wish from the Holy Grail.”

“Then why are you calling me master,” Sunset asked. “If you are some great person in history why do you need me?”

Letting out a tired sigh the hero of the bow gave her master a flat look. “Us heroic spirits can’t last long without a human master acting like an anchor to tie us to the human realm.”

Getting up the servant walked around to stand next to her master. “The world sees us as an anomaly and tries to get rid of us, but with a master to work with, we can stay here until one of use wins the Holy Grail. It is how Magi are able to get us to work for them for the most part, that and those little markings on your hand are called Command seals, and they allow you to command a servant to do ANYTHING you want.”

Before Sunset could ask anything, her servant pointed at her while leveling a dangerous glare that made Sunset feel like she was being burned alive.

“Don’t think because you are needed to stay in this realm and having those little tattoos will save you from an angered Servant,” Archer said with a deadly edge to her voice. “You WILL regret it if you abuse what privileges you have.”

An audible gulp came from Sunset’s thought as she gave a meek nod to her servant. “G-got it…”

“Good~!” Archer cheered with a cheerful smile as she stepped away from her master to give her some much-needed breathing room. “Glad to hear that master, Umu, I hope we can work together!”

‘Ya right!’ that thought screamed in her head as she already started making plans on ditching this crazy bitch the first chance she could. No way was she getting involved in a war with her and risking her life for a cup she doubted existed.

“Now we should start planning out how we're going to win this war!” Archer cheered as she started to move around the library. “We need maps to know where to set the best traps and best escape routes and dig up any info on our enemies, that posh guy we met last night looked like a wimp, so he’s more than likely a Caster, he was also wearing something you would see on an actor, so that narrows it down!”

As Sunset watched her servant move around and started to plan out strategies, the sun-themed teen had a question gnawing at her that forced her to interrupt Archer's work.

“Ummm, Archer?” Sunset said in a slightly meek voice, catching her servant’s attention as the servant of the bow turned towards with a raised brow. “If all heroic spirits are those of legend, real or not, then who would you be?”

The room went silent after Sunset had asked that question and she feared that she might have just signed her own death warrant with that blank stare that Archer was giving her.

Fortunately, it seemed she didn’t offend her servant as said servant’s blank face broke out into an almost childlike glee.

“Umu! I’m glad you asked!” Archer cheered as she jumped up onto the table and pointed down to her master. “Rejoice! For you have gained the best servant out there!”

And much to Sunset’s shock her servant started to pose as if she was getting ready to make some propaganda posters for a war… which was kind of fitting with the situation they were in.

“For you see I am the great uniter! The one who set fire to the sacred mountain, and cast away the old traditions of my people to bring a greater future!” Archer said with full enthusiasm that was even drawing in Sunset with how charismatic she was. “There are none before me and will be none after me. I am the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, Oda Nobunaga!"

And with that, she finished her grand speech with a dramatic cape flourish as she held out her arms as if to bathe in any applause, but as the seconds went by and no cheering was heard the servant of the bow looked down to her master to see the sun-themed teen giving her a wired look.

“BULL!” Sunset snapped. “Oda Nobunaga was an old dude when he died! Your just a little girl!”

“Oi!” shouted Nobunaga, her eye twitching as she gave Sunset a crooked smile. “Do you want to die?”

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So master and servant have started to know each other… let’s hope none of them try to kill each other.

CHAPTER END.