(Y/n) was never considered a normal person. That is to say, he stuck out more than most. A foreign student, yet more than willing to help others out voluntarily. Polite, yet no hesitation to speak his mind. A guy that loved gaming and anime, yet als...
(Author's Note: The full story based on this idea is being published in another story: Wrought Iron Devil: Gate of Blades. You can read the new path this change sets, starting from the sixteenth chapter, Stigmata and onwards.)
You naturally had to shield your eyes from the flash of light that came with a summoning of your servant for the Grail War. Of course, there was a whole plethora of emotions. Why did this have to happen? How did this war get triggered in an entirely different world? And most importantly, who was your Servant going to be?
When you looked back, your mouth dropped in shock. Standing there was a female servant, judging by the long golden hair and the shape of feminine parts. But it was the overall appearance of her that was leaving you dumbstruck. You recognized the shape and quality of that golden armor on her limbs. Most importantly where her eyes. Red and slit like instead of human.
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'Zeltretch. Luck. Anyone with influence on the outcome: Why?' You lamented.
The King, or perhaps in this case Queen of Heroes, locked eyes with you. Instinctively you tensed up, wordlessly making preparations for either using Unlimited Blade Works or a Command Spell.
"Who gave you permission to look upon me, mongrel?"
A different voice, but the mannerism was unmistakable. A gender bent version of Archer's counter. Because why not? They bent King Arthur and who knows how many more.
"This." You showed the back of the hand with Command Seals.
"You mistake your place. I felt your efforts and station combined with thieves attempting to rob my treasures warrant that I answer your summons." Gilgamesh answered. She surveyed you further, and scowled.
"Faker. I've been summoned by a Faker, retaining a fraud inside him no less? No, I refuse this farce. Perhaps the mongrel there will be more tolerable." Her eyes drifted to Akeno as the Gate of Babylon began to open, aimed your way.
"Ara. This one's a piece of work isn't she?" Akeno smiled slyly in her ignorance. More Portals opened in her direction. Gilgamesh bristled while your heart skipped in fear.
"You would dare to insult me? The one True Queen? I will render judgment for the true mongrel that you are." She threatened. Your mind raced in panic. She was going to gun for Akeno, then you. No, she was not directly involved. She would not be punished for your mistake in summoning. Panic turned to fierce resolve.
"By my Command Seal, you will not harm Akeno Himejima!" You shouted. With a flash of red, the portals aimed your girlfriend's way were shut. Gilgamesh grunted in irritation. Her new anger focused back on you.
"How dare you command a Queen, Faker!"
"You left me no choice! And who are you to lecture Akeno when you yourself are only two thirds god? You keep this up, and I will use the remaining two to make you kill yourself directly!" You threatened the angry demigod in front of you.
