Fate Together [Male Reader]

Her Return

The golden king watches the sunrise from his window spot with his wine in his cup. He sips the drink with a satisfied expression and turned around to the fake priest.

"Yesterday was a huge step closer to the Grail." The stoic man commented with his hands behind his back and covered in dirt.

"And Y/N knows how to entertain me." The golden king takes another sip while the blue-haired Lancer rested his back against the wall. His irritating expression told everything of what is on his thoughts.

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Jeanne and Caren share a worrying expression as they finished checking on Souji. They are very happy about being the only three in the room at the moment and Caren slowly steps outside of the room.

The short Servant notices the girl's expression as she walked past her and Souji looks over to Jeanne with worriedness filled her mind.

"Erm... Souji, you have tuberculosis."

"... What?" The realization only took seconds before Souji grabs her by arms and shakes Jeanne senselessly.

"How?!"

"The Chest Worms could have spread them. You were infected by those until Y/N burn into ashes with the flute he got... There is a possiblity you got tuberculosis by breathing the ashes in you, or completely another third party."

Jeanne lower her head as Souji let go of her. Souji stare at the ground as her most fear slowly becomes reality again.

"Will you or I tell Y/N?" Jeanne yelps as Souji tackles her to the ground.

"Do not utter the single word of this, Jeanne!" The blonde woman nodded as she can tell Souji does not want to worry the others about her newfound condition.

Souji slowly rose up and headed to the door. She only slide it as the feeling to cough hits her. Her eyes widened and Jeanne rush over to her in concern.

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Majin plays the white-fur dog with Gray and Y/N rest his head against the support pillar with her head on his lap. Nero peek from his shoulder and look at Illya.

"She has no more Chest Worms, correct?"

"Yes, but the trauma is with her. Her mind have crumble since..."

Nero's expression turned into a frown. She brushes Illya's cheek and the young woman smiles. Y/N closes his eyes with a chuckle. Even though her mind is resting, she can still feel the people around her.

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Assassin turned around in black void. His blue flaming eyes meet his unfavored eyes. Y/N stabs the ground with his greatsword, completely copy of Assassin's.