<<>>

The day of the party had arrived. Arturia and I had stored our “private” gifts in a very safe and secure location.

Honestly I never imagined I would ever marry Shirou.l, I did sometimes entertain the notion, but with how busy we were with our studies, I never figured it would become a reality. And honestly… with his naive dream I probably would’ve been a widow within a few years Avalon’s regenerative properties be damned.

So the fact that it took us all being reincarnated into Phantasmal beasts? Honestly I am perfectly fine with it. That, and Shirou seems happier here. He has a living family, and now us.

Though every now and then I see Shirou just staring off and I don’t even have to wonder why.

He still misses Sakura, Medusa, and Illya.

Then again, it is possible the three are alive and here. I’ve felt the occasional magical signature matching my sister, Medusa, and Illya. Though I haven’t told Shirou or Arturia this, as I didn’t want Shirou to do anything boneheaded and Arturia… well actually I probably should tell her.

She’s infinitely more level-headed then our dear Swords-for-Brains idiot.

Shaking my head I looked over and.... Oh Root-damn it Pinkie! What part of ‘private’ do you not understand!?

Growling I went over to Pinke, who was with her friends, I smiled pleasantly.

“Pinkie? What part of ‘small private party’ do you not understand?” I asked my eyebrow ticing in irritation.

“What, Flutters and Rainbow are here!” The Pink demon gestures to said mares.Scootaloo was there too, riding atop Rainbow’s back

“And….” I sighed, “Never mind. Everypony come on in.”

Rainbow and Scootaloo looked at eachother, before Scootaloo hopped off of Rainbow’s back, and made her way over towards Shirou. While Rarity, Applejack, and Twilight went over to the table still talking to each other.

I couldn’t help but smile at that, honestly I couldn’t figure out which sibling Scootaloo liked best. Shirou or Rainbow. Probably Rainbow… though if Shirou ever got into trick flying that’d probably change.

Maybe.

… And there are those… familiar magic signatures again...

<<>>

I hummed to myself as I focused on brewing some tea, my ear flicking as the other guests arrived and Rin tried to grill Pinkie over something.

While I appreciated Rin trying to keep things simple and private I welcome the additional company. Though I am glad Pinkie didn’t invite all of Ponyville. As I drink some of the punch that Pinkie had prepared, I notice Scootaloo coming towards me.

“Ah… Scootaloo-chan.” I said with a smile, “I hope Rainbow-nee didn’t drag you along did she?”

Scootaloo smiled, “Nah, I overheard Pinkie...” She said, “I decided to tag along.” She shifts a bit, like she’s anxious.

“Do you want something Scootaloo-chan?” I asked as I sat beside the filly, “You know you can ask me anything… you don’t want to use the smithy again do you?”

Scootaloo took a deep breath, and then said the last thing I would ever expect.

“Big brother I want your thick juicy cock down my throat and I want you to cover me in your hot sticky-” thankfully she had to take a breath, and stopped.

I’m pretty sure everyone else was staring as well… and I swear I think I heard Rainbow mutter something about a bukkake and cum-play fetish...

Rainbow facehoofed. “Damn it Illya.” she groaned, “I told you to say it slower” Wait, Illya?! I look between my sister and Scootaloo.

“Wait. What?” I pointed at the scarlet red Scootaloo, “Scootaloo-chan is… and… how… huh??”

“Mama came to me and Kuro and wanted to know if we wanted to see you again! So, since Saber-san and Rin-san are getting a piece of you….” Scootaloo-chan, or… is it Illya now?

Honestly? I wasn’t fit to ask as everything went dark and…

<<>>

“I… wasn’t expecting that…” I said as I went over to move the fainted Shirou over to the couch.

“So, Scootaloo, or should I say Illya, does this mean that you, are Kuro?” I ask Rainbow. I had encountered the secondary Illya during Zelretch showing of various alternative realities.

That was a rather… interesting meeting in all honesty.

Rin was still staring somewhat stupefied, something which Fluttershy and Pinkie had in common as well. Though Fluttershy seemed to have a… jealous glint in her eyes? That’s… unexpected honestly given how skittish she could be around Shirou… is she a reincarnation as well?

No… that’s too optimistic in all honesty. Plus I don’t think Fate is that kind.

“That is it!” Fluttershy growled, stomping her hoof. “I may accept Saber-san and Onee-chan with Shirou, but Illya-chan!? You can’t just ask Shirou to rail you in public! That’s just rude””

… But I’ve been wrong before...

“Sakura!?” Rin exclaimed in shock

Flutter-Sakura seemed to calm down, and gave Rin a warm smile and a wave. “Hi onee-chan.”

“Okay… what the bloody buggering hell is going on???” I swore my Welsh accent now rearing up. “If Medea turns out to be here too, I swear to God I will….”

<<>>

I ignored Arturia as she started cursing in a thick Walsh accent and I went over to Fluttershy, who is apparently the reincarnation of my sister, “Sakura? How? How did you get here?”

“Oh, well, while you were off studying in Britain, Medusa and I were making lunch when Zelretch showed up for something to eat and to talk to us.” Sakura explained, “After we finished lunch he told us what he did, forcing you three to reincarnate, and offered Medusa and myself the same opportunity We took it..”

“But… what about your goal?” I asked, “Didn’t you tell me you wanted to remake the Matuo magecraft into something respectable?”

“Well, Zelretch pulled a version of me who had lost everyone and devoted herself to doing just that. Plus, we didn’t get enough bonding time onee-chan.” Sakura hugged me.

I just smiled and returned the hug, “You just wanna ride Shirou’s sword!~” I teased making Sakura blush, though she didn’t deny it.

“Um… Who’s Shirou? And Sakura? And Illya??” Pinkie asked.

I sighed, “Okay Pinkie… and everypony else.” She said, “Let me get that tea Shirou finished before he fainted and sit down. This will take a while I think.”

After almost an hour, mostly of Twilight asking questions, everything was sorted out. When I heard Shirou groaning and push himself off the sofa.

“I just had the weirdest dream…” He muttered, “Scootaloo-chan asked me… then she and Rainbow-nee said they were the reincarnations of my two sisters from my past life as well as an alternate reality…”

“Well…” Scootaloo flushed a bright red while Rainbow Dash coughed into a hoof, “You aren’t wrong onii-san“ Rainbow said

“Whaaa?” Shirou looked so confused and hopeful.

Arturia just sighed, “I’ll explain Shirou.” She said as she guided him into a seperate room.

Rin meanwhile looked at Scootaloo, “... I always had you pegged for a brocon.” She said, “Well… when you were trying to murder us anyway. So… wanna hear something interesting about your onii-chan?” She added with a mischievous grin.

Needless to say that drew everypony’s attention.

<<>>

I entered the living room after Artoria explained everything to her.

Fucking Zelretch… next time I see him I’m going to cook him something special to show my thanks. Sure he might’ve just did it for shits and giggles but all the same I am thankful for it.

I’ve got my girls and my sisters back! If Medusa showed up then everything would be perfect!

Though…. I’m now starting to reconsider seeing as now I’m facing down Scoot- err Illya-chan and… Rillya-chan. In those two piece Japanese swimsuits. Who now knows what I had Rin change into… Oh Root damn it all!

“Onii-chan!~” Rillya and Illya cried in unison, both staring at me with those wide expressive eyes.

I closed my eyes and did some breathing exercises, all the while threatening my penis if it so much as twitched at the assault of the lolis… or is it foalcon now? Meh whatever…

So painfully distorted, I am…

Rainbow, however, is also shooting me what Taiga Fuji-nee once referred to as “bedroom eyes”. So I guess those brocon snarky comments I’ve thought are more right then I like… oh for fucksake! I mean… yeah she’s attractive but… she’s my sister!

It’s wrong and… oh no! You better no so much as twitch!!

… If Rin ever finds out I’m talking to my penis she will never let me live it down…

Rarity and Applejack looked amused much to my irritation, while Pinkie was just laughing… which I honestly expected. And Twilight is… writing? Oh Root…

“So, Shirou onii-chan…” Rainbow, or Kuro/Chloe, purrs as she trots over. “I always knew you had a thing for me.” she smirks.

“C-Chloe-chan! I never!” I sputtered, which made Rarity comment about drama or something along those lines.

Before I could even speak, Kuro had pinned me on my back. Oh Root! Arturia! Anypony! Save me!!

“Hold on Kuro, you promised we could have sex with onii-chan together!” Scootillya stomps her hoof, pouting.

Not what I was asking for but I’ll take it!

“So, is everyone hungry?” I asked changing the subject as subtle as a raging Berserker in a China shop, “Hmm… I could make extra spots for Rarity-san, Applejack-san, and Fluttershy… err Sakura-chan!”

And I shamelessly retreated into the kitchen, my one true safe haven because the whole town knew I am able and fully willing to start throwing swords at anyone that disturbs my kitchen-time!

I take a deep breath, and begin cooking.

Okay Emiya… just relax and cook, find your happy-place…

“Pinkie get out of the momochi.” I said without looking away from the stove.

“Aww!~” Honestly? That made my soul feel good!

With a faint smile I started cooking, absentmindedly turning on the radio. My smile widening faintly when I realized I caught the start of DJ PON3 Wubs and Radio talk.

… Though I’ll admit hearing the giggles and Illya whining made me nervous for some reason…

… Why were we having a party again? My birthday isn’t until next week…

<<>>

“Well that happened.” Kuro said with a snicker. She laid back on the couch, the other partygoers, sans the rest of the Bearers of Harmony, and Illya, had left. She downed a bottle of soda as she answered the rapidfire questions of Twilight Sparkle as best as she could.

Rin was comforting Illya as best she could at her onii-chan’s ‘refusal’ which was… rather frustrating for Rin given the filly’s highly emotional state

Saber honestly looked like she was done, trying to focus on a random magazine she had grabbed off the table.

And Sakura was trying to help Rin console the… oh god Illya was crying now. Kuro sighed and really wondered if she should’ve gotten her hopes up like she did. And Kuro for the life of her didn’t understand why Shirou acted like that!

In Equestrian culture the taboo of sex was nowhere near as strict as it was back on Earth. Hell, harems, or herds as they were known as in Equestria, were quite common. She once recalled walking in on Big Mac railing Cheerilee and a few other mares in one lone fucktrain.

While sex was still considered something private… has long as you were flat-out being a massive exhibitionist you could theoretically had sex wherever you want on the caveat that you not get caught.

And unlike in human culture, Equestrian's age of consent was roughly around fifteen, which was close to the age of consent of 16 in Russia and Kazakhstan.

Any Illya is just a few months shy of hitting fifteen and her libedo was now going fullbore. Most fillies would’ve already been experimenting but Illya was holding out for her big brother wanting him to take her virginity. And the times Illya experimented didn’t count. As they were, more or less, the same person, one could consider it a form of masturbation.

Actually it was rather sweet… if a tad creepy once you think about it.

But still… that doesn’t answer the question as to why Shirou, who had clearly ‘gone native’ for the lack of a better term, had freaked out. Sure there was a faint stigma attached to foalcon but nowhere near as bad as in human culture.

Honestly the worst that would happen was probably some snide comments about being unable to get a proper mare and a stern warning to not go sniffing around anypony younger then fifteen.

But then again Shirou probably wouldn’t get those comments seeing as he regularly rails a dragon and a ‘pony’ so… honestly it’d probably be chucked up to him wanting a little variety or something.

And clearly from the story Rin shared Shirou wasn’t displeased by the thought of rutting his sister, or at least his body wasn’t. But… the question is why did Shirou still hold on to his human views on sex?

Could it be related to his ‘distortion’ as Rin calls it?

Shirou had clearly assimilated into ponyhood very well. Hmm, it was definitely something Kuro would have to consider...

Hmm, maybe that brush and white mane dye she had would help….”Hey Illya,” she called over to her smaller sort of clone, “I have an idea to get you riding Shirou’s dick, alongside me….” she grinned.

“Really Kuro-chan!?” Illya squeaked, which Kuro found adorable, excitedly.

Kuro patted Illya’s head and the orange filly’s eyes shone. “Yeah,” she grabbed the brush and dye, “Time for a makeover.” she gagged at saying the work, but escorted Illya into the closest bathroom.

Rin giggled, “Let me help out with that!~” She said as she followed after them.

’Oh little brother… prepare to have your world rocked tonight!~’ Kuro thought mischievously.

While the trio were helping get Kuro and Illya ready for multidimensional incestual lewdness, a certain green dragon came down from the mountainside, eager to repay the slight upon his draconian pride, with fire and his toxic shit.

<<>>

After centering myself and unwinding through cooking and listening to DJ PON3’s rather amusing ramblings I found myself thinking about Illya’s… infatuation with me.

I was well aware that in Equestria there was little to no taboos regarding sex, hell Rainbow-nee… or rather Chloe-nee and my parents were particularly adventurous and well… very hooves-on when they gave me ‘The Talk’ when puberty reared its ugly head.

I honestly couldn’t look at either of them in the face for months afterwards… it’s amazing I didn’t have a sibling from their demonstration.

… And I’m pretty sure the fact that they had a ‘captive’ audience made them more… enthusiastic…

… Don’t. Stop thinking about that!

However, as I muse over the ramifications of all this, my ears perked up at the sound of large beating wings. Frowning I turned off the stove as well as the radio to better listen, yeah. Those are definitely wings… and they don’t sound like Pegasus wings either…

Dragon wings… I had heard them enough when Arturia and I go racing…

Now… what could a dragon be doing coming here?

Removing my I am the Bone of my Spatula apron and putting it aside I went outside to investigate.

… Isn’t that the dragon I threatened with death if he ever came back to start shit?

Maybe he’s just coming to get his little horde of gems? Heh… yeah. That’s too naively optimistic even for me.

I race out of the house, alongside the others, to find the dragon Fluttershy had chastised belching fire and smoke into the air….as well as defecating vigorously. The last time I saw a dragon defecate that much was Arturia after Pinkie threw that seven beans, meat, and cheese chimicherry party a few days ago. I still feel bad for the toilet.

I narrowed my eyes when everypony started panicking.

… I had long stopped trying to figure out why music played whenever I did something Chole-nee, and I quote, badflank. Instead if hovered slightly in the air.

There was a bang in my head, my circuts came to life.

Absentmindedly I heard Rin cursing in German, wonder what’s got her upset? Probably something involving Illya-chan and Kuro

Anway, I have a large, fire breathing and defecating dragon to deal with. Not the first time, but this dragon is a fair bit larger than Arturia. Hmm, I have a few dragonslaying weapons in my arsenal, but they could be a tad bit overkill.

And nowhere near as attractive as the King of Knights but I just might be slightly bias in that regard.

Now… what to use? A lot of my weapons are simply too destructive to use. Hmm… I rubbed my chest before I smirked as I started the process to Trace the Noble Phantasm that brought me and Arturia together all those years ago…

Hmm… I think a three-count aria will suffice…

”I am the bone of my sword
Steel is my body, and fire is my blood
I have created over a thousand blades”

.

I feel the prana build in my hooves, as a long, thin shaft forms in my hooves. Crimson in color, faint barbs run across the spear, and the intense bloodlust and murderous desires filled the air.

Gae Bolg; the Barbed Spear which Pierces Death. In Celtic folklore, it was the iconic weapon of Cu Chulainn, Ireland’s Child of Light, the Hound of Ulster, who geass’d himself as to never eat dog meat, and to never refuse meat given by a woman. Forged from the bones of the Coinchenn, it altered causality, so that it will, certain circumstances notwithstanding, pierce its target, even if seemingly dodged, and has a chance for the dulled spines surrounding the shaft to sharpen, and lengthen, impaling the enemy from the inside out.

In other words. When the Noble Phantasm is invoked… the thrusting of the spear is merely a formality.

He was also Servant Lancer in the Fourth Holy Grail war and he impaled my heart before I was even a Master. It's only thanks to Rin, Avalon, and Arturia that I’m even still alive.

But ultimately Cu is the sort of guy that would gladly drink with you despite knowing he’ll probably have to kill you the next day.

Now… I have a Dragon to Slay…

I flew up before I charged the dragon, Invoking the Noble Phantasm, as I ascended.”GAE BOLG!!” while thrusting the crimson lance forward.

It whistled through the air, a fiery red aura enveloping it as it slammed into an exposed bit of flesh, right in front of the dragon’s heart.

The dragon, much to my surprise given its bulk, managed to dodge… only to fall and crash into the ground outside the city, roaring in anguish as a multitude of twisted red barbs erupted from within, turning it into a pincushion from the inside-out.

Huh… maybe a three-count aria was a bit much...

I sighed before letting the spear burst into lights and flew back home, only to feel a strange existential dread when I realized Twilight would be asking questions…

… Well she’s aware I reincarnated so… might as well…

God damn it this is going to suck...

“Please Twilight-san… let me prepare some tea before I answer your questions.” I said with a sigh as I landed, cutting off Twilight just as she opened her mouth, quill and parchment ready.

Twilight huffed but nodded with a grumble.

I just nodded before I trotted back inside my house and started to make some tea, snorting as I realized just how ‘badflank’ as Chole-nee would put it I must’ve seemed.

When I got inside, Chloe-nee and Illya-chan were gushing all over me. Honestly… I’m just glad that I didn’t exhaust myself by Tracing that Noble Phantasm. While Gae Bolg isn’t a high rank Noble Phantasm it still takes quite a bit of prana to manifest.

Thank you Phantasmal Beasthood and a more relaxed Gaia.

Alongside this, I would have some...help restoring my mana soon enough.

… Seems like Chole-nee and Illya-chan might get their wishes after all...

Finishing up the tea I got out some clean cups and set everything up. The group thanks me for the warm tea. After I took a calming drink I sat my cup down and looked at Twilight.

“Ask your questions.” I said, “Though one at a time and please, allow me to answer them.”

“What was that spear you used??” Twilight asked, “And why did if feel so… violent?”

“That is Gae Bolg.” I could’ve called her on asking two questions but decided not too, “The legend states the spear killed so much that it gained a desire to kill more.” Not entirely accurate but fundamentally true.

Why is Applejack-san looking at me like that? Oh… ‘Element of Honesty’ so… well technically I wasn’t lying. Oversimplifying, yes. But not lying.

“I can’t say I’m familiar with a legend with a weapon like that.” Twilight said, “I assume this is related to your… ‘past life’?”

“Yes.” I honestly wasn’t bothered by her disbelief regarding my past life, “I, along with Rin, Arturia, and apparently Chole… err Rainbow-nee and Illya… I mean Scootaloo-chan were reincarnated. Rainbow-nee was from an alternate universe to my own. and Sakura… I mean Fluttershy.” God, we’re all going to have to have a sit down and figure all this out.

Do I refer to them by their human names or pony names?

Pony names when public and human names when private? Yeah… I’ve been doing that already so nothing so different.

“How did you summon the spear?” Twilight asked curiously.

“A specialized form of Magecraft I call Tracing.” I answered, “WIth Tracing I can recreate the accumulated years, history, materials used in its construction, as well as any Mysteries the weapon has. In my past life I was much more limited in my usage of Tracing.”

I then explained, as much as I knew, of Magecraft and True Magic to Twilight with her scribbling rapidly, and the others lending a hoof or claw. Rin’s input was a godsend in my opinion, her being a first-rate magus as well as the student of Thaumaturgy for longer, she was infinitely more knowledgeable than me in all things related to Magecraft and True Magic.

After what felt like hours Twilight finally stopped asking questions, I had to refill the teapot three times in total, and just when I thought that finally this day was going to finally come to an end… somepony knocked on my door.

Being the gentlecolt I am I went and answered the door, opening the door to see… a group of guards. Great…

“Can I help you gentlestallions?” I asked, swallowing hard.

“The Princesses are requesting your presence at the castle.” The apparent leader said in a professional monotone.

God… when will this day fucking end!?

<<>>

Celestia watched as her little sister paced back and forth with minor irritation, yes she sensed the massive mana-bloom and bloodlust herself as well as saw the dragon, who must’ve been a few centuries old, drop over dead. But you don’t see her pacing and stewing in her paranoia do you??

“Lulu, please calm down.” Celestia said softly, holding up a hoof.

“Sister!? Do you know what this even means??” Luna exclaimed, “Correct me if I’m wrong but Equestria hasn’t experienced war for the past thousand years correct?”

Celestia just nodded, deciding to let Luna just get it all out instead of bottling it all up. That’s what cause Nightmare Moon to happen so… lessons learned.

“That means if there is an enemy capable of slaying an aged dragon that easily imagine the damage that could be done before we can capture the perpetrator!?” Luna went on, apparently not even realizing Celestia nodded in agreement.

“Luna, that dragon was terrorizing the townsfolk, and was a bandit besides.” Celestia said softly. “But you have a point”

Before Celestia could go on to calm down her warrior-princess of a sister a group of guards entered escorting a pegasus with a curious looking cutie mark on his rather toned flanks.

“Princesses.” The guard leader said before they all bowed.

The only one that didn’t bow was the pegasus who just nodded to them. While most would see his actions as insolent and disrespectful Celestia found it to be a breath of fresh air. Of course Luna didn’t see it that way, much to Celestia’s chagrin.

“Yes guard? Have you brought the perpetrator?” Luna asked, taking a seat.

“Perpetrator?” The pegasus muttered, “So… was I supposed to let the dragon burn down Ponyville and do buck-all?”

“Yes Princess. This is Blade Works, younger brother of the Bearer of Loyalty.” THe guard continued.

“Her name is Rainbow Dash you massive pillock.” Blade Works grumbled, “So… this is what Princess Luna looks like after she was hit by the Elements? Huh… kinda cute.”

Luna blushed purple, looking away. “Do not say such things knave. I know you, and how you charm mares into your bed!”

“... Charm? I’ll have you know Saber and Radiant drag me to bed.” Blade Works said dryly, “And I’m not being charming. I’m stating an observation. Sure Nightmare Moon had this intimidating allure but honestly? I don’t rut crazy… well I try not too anyway…”

Celestia found this stallion rather amusing, but she didn’t let that distract herself from studying the stallions magic. Being an Alicorn, Celestia as well as her sister, could perceive much more than regular ponies and what she saw was… both fascinating and somewhat worrying…

… She saw his Magic is of Iron and his Soul like Steel. This is a stallion that went through great trials and tribulations. She could see metaphysical wounds on his body, mind, and soul!

Celestia shook her head and focused, oh dear… Luna was now throwing abuse at a stoic Blade Works. Though she could see a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes. Perhaps she could finally get her sister laid…

If anything this provided Celetia with plenty of teasing material for the next few months. Possibly even a year or two!

Though Celestia decided that she should step in before Luna gets violent, “Sister please! Calm down!” She exclaimed, “And guards you’re dismissed.”

The guards bowed before they left in single file.

“... So are they trained to be that stoic? Or is it a requirement of the job?” Blade Works asked curiously

Amusingly Luna both looked curious and insulted by the question...

“Most of them train, some naturally are.” Celestia said, smiling. “Now Blade, my sister and I have some questions for you.” she said, softly, but sternly.

“... You’re not going to drill me like Sparkle-san did are you?” Blade Works asked, “Cause I’m pretty sure if you asked she’ll give you all the notes she made.”

Celestia blinked at that before she giggled, “Yes Twilight has that effect on ponies.” She said with a smile, “And while I’ll ask Twilight for a copy… I would much rather hear you answer our questions.”

Blade Works just sighed, “Fair enough.” He said, “Would it be too much to ask for some tea? I already went through an inquisition earlier.” Celestia nodded, as a few cups of tea were brought out.

Celestia also conjured up a small table and seats for them all to sit at. And Celestia watched with interest as Blade Works poured the tea for them all before sitting down and taking a sip be a pleased sigh.

“Okay. How about you both trade questions? I know Luna-hime has questions as well.” Blade work said calmly.

“Alright, first of all. How did you kill this dragon?” Celestia asked, sipping.

“By Tracing Gae Bolg.” Blade Work answered, “The weapon of a legendary spearman. The spear is also known as the Barbed Spear which Pierces Death. It reverses causality.” He explained more about the legendary lance.

Celestia sputtered her tea as she heard the ghastly history behind the legendary weapon! A weapon that killed so much it developed a form of sentience? A mortal weapon that became cursed and demonic in nature? Why would anypony use such a horrific thing??

And… didn’t he mean spearpony? Men, or rather Humans, didn’t exist in Equestria at least not natively.

… Did this stallion somehow come in contact with the Crystal Mirror?? But how?

Celestia raised a hoof. “Mr. Works, may I ask how you know of humans?” she asked, inquisitively quirking an eyebrow

Blade Works furrowed his brows in thought for a few minutes as he sipped his tea, however Luna was never the patient sort, ironically enough.

Though then again fighting and talking are to very different things; in a fight Lulu could outwait almost anypony, talking on the other hoof… she gets… antsy.

“Answer my sister’s question knave!” She exclaimed, just a few decibels short of using the Royal Canterlot Voice.

Blade Works just gave her an unimpressed look before looking at Celestia, “What do you know about reincarnation?” He asked.

Luna scoffed at the notion whereas Celestia looked thoughtful.

“You claim that you are a reincarnated human?” Celestia asked, “Then… shouldn’t you have no memories of your past life? I believe that’s how reincarnation generally works.”

“Yeah. I don’t know everything but I know who to blame for it.” Blade Works said dryly, “I might not like the blood-sucking bastard but I am grateful for what he did.”

“You speak of Zelretch?” Luna asked, piqued.

She had encountered the Second Magician numerous times, being a vampire (not that the citizens knew this themselves) herself. She would qualify as a True Ancestor but in her rebellious younger years had told them to, in old Equish, “Suck on thine mother’s cock” and then left.

She, however was cordial with the old trickster. And the White Princess was simply too sweet in her cluelessness to hate despite knowing just how monstrously powerful she is.

“Yep. That sounds like the bastard.” Blade Works said, “At least Radiant will be... pleased to know that she can resume her studies in the Second True Magic… maybe?” He added with a shrug

“Well, if he sent you and any of your compatriots to another world he must of had some reason. The Second Magician rarely does things out of boredom. Well, aside from once getting into a drinking contest with Merlin and Starswirl…” Celestia said nostalgically.

Blade Works just stared, “... That doesn’t line up with what I heard.” He said, “But I never personally interacted with him. I was too busy with my own studies and taking Enforcer jobs to really get to know him thankfully.”

“Ah, well I suppose we can let you off with a warning. But please, if you can, ask Twilight or this Radiant if they can put up a barrier. Phantasmal spells and the like can be, ah destructive if the user slips up for even a second.” Celestia said, stretching. “If you ever have any more questions, or would like to simply talk over tea, have Twilight sent a letter.” she smiled warmly.

“Hmm… I think a talk would be wonderful.” Blade Works said with a smile, “I’ve never been in the presence of actual royalty before… alternate timeline and Servant shenanigans not counting of course.” While Arturia was the King of Knights, she wasn’t King of England anymore.

Celestia just smiled and sent off for some more tea while Luna just pouted, Celestia figured she was hoping for something more exciting.

Well too bad for her.

Author's Note

Yeah at the request of a reader I'm phasing out Shirou and Rin swearing by the Root. Apparently it is bad fanon and irritates some readers. Honestly I was never aware of this and when Dio suggested it I thought it sounded good. But anyway yeah no more "Root-damn it" and the like. If I remember I'll go back and edit out all the other Root things in previous chapters.