The King of the Grail's Fate (Fate/Nasuverse)

Chapter LVII: Think

Harrison's head was spinning as he tried to reconcile with what was going on, Harrison knew that when a holy grail war, was deemed broken like this it could only mean something like a Heavens Feel outcome, and that scared Harrison. It was Angel who spoke up next as she placed a hand on Harrison's shoulder, "H.R are you alright," she said her voice soft and it reminded him of someone's voice he had heard previously. "Yeah sorry there is just a lot right now," Harrison defended taking a step back. Angel collected herself as well fixing her sunglasses which had slipped down a little bit revealing what Harrison thought to be swirling eyes like that of fire, but it could have just been a trick of the light. 

With a cough she started her speech, "H.R I will not lie I have been watching you for a while, and I wanted to comment on your current fighting, that is to say, I am a little worried about your eyes. They are not ready for the magecraft they are supporting, as I am sure you've noticed from your past two fights your first more so the second that your eyes tend to bleed after revealing information they shouldn't normally have to you. So please exercise caution in your future endeavors as I am sure that your servants have explained to you." Harrison thought to himself about the wording and what had happened, and when the realization hit him, he couldn't have felt like more of an idiot. 

"Do I have mystic eyes?" he asked as the realization struck him. "I cannot confirm that fact to you as I am already risking a lot by telling you these things," Angel said while nodding in the affirmative, "One more thing though, you have two servants however I would recommend trying to find a third, as I foresee their involvement instrumental," she finished. "What why!?" Harrison countered slightly shocked. "Sadly I cannot reveal that H.R, regardless I wish you the best of luck," she said to Harrison as she moved as seamlessly as water down a stream coasting right by Harrison.

"Hmm this could be bad," Harrison said aloud his attention being completely stolen by the idea of possessing mystic eyes, the panic of the broken holy grail war a distant thought for now. Though the reason Harrison was concerned by the mystic eyes was a couple of reasons, one of which is the potential type and his lack of control over them which could result in large harm to himself or others. However, more so than that he was concerned about how he came to possess them. Mystic eyes are an incredibly rare magecraft typically only attainted through gaining one from another magus/craftsman, or special circumstances at birth. Though of course there were many other niche ways to attain them those were just the most likely. "Jalter," Harrison spoke up his mind returning to the present his sudden exclamation startling the girl who was shoving a piece of bread into her mouth shamelessly. 

"Right dinner!" Harrison exclaimed his stomach growling at the mention, he quickly began to raid the kitchen. Though the more he explored the more he realized it was like the room itself, whatever he thought he needed seemed to appear before him. Harrison knew exactly how to abuse this situation. Taking out a nice pan, a cutting board, a set of knives, and the works, Harrison set to work. Peeling and washing potatoes retrieving dry-aged steak and preparing a feast worthy of a king. In this case literally the King of Britain, Heroine of France, and a high school senior. "Woah the dichotomy there is palpable," Harrison said to himself as the fire of the gas stove roared to life. Harrison got so involved in his cooking that he didn't even notice when Salter had left her room and joined Jalter at the small island countertop, both eagerly awaiting their meal. 

So when Harrison slid out the plates carefully adorning the island with dishes and sides to decorate a dish like a Christmas tree the smiles that lit up across the faces of the two women were more than enough thanks to make Harrison feel warm and fuzzy. There were very few things that made Harrison feel as good as cooking an excellent meal for those he cared for, though until recently that desire had truly been left empty and vacant. "Salter you came out of your room!" Harrison said excitedly as he noticed Salter tearing apart a piece of steak with her teeth alone. Being called on by name Salter stopped her aggressive eating and slowly returned the food to her plate, before whipping her face respectfully and then responding, "Umm yes I smelt food, and well I uhh..." her words trailed off at the end of the sentence. "No need to explain yourself, I am just glad you still have that appetite of yours," Harrison said ruffling her hair in an endearing way causing Salter to blush slightly. 

Jalter also looked quite happy, though, unlike Salter who ripped apart her food, she took a more refined approach but only ever slightly more so as she cut her food to absolute ribbons with an assortment of knives decimating the food before her. That is before she stabbed a piece of it with enough force to bend the fork had she ever missed the food. "I take it you are also enjoying it," Harrison questioned nervously. "I uhh... NO!" Jalter very astutely countered with incredible vocabulary and tact. "Yeah I am only eating it because you starved me for the past couple of hours when you disappeared with that Tyrant," Jalter continued as she motioned to Salter who sat to the side of her. The two girls stared daggers at each other as sparks flew between their powerful gazes. If it came down to it Harrison was pretty sure the two could destroy a grand servant with just their glares.

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Howdy hey again, so so sorry for the delay on this chapter, it has just been a week for me and well this had to get delayed slightly. Regardless I hope you all have been enjoying everything and I hope to see you all to the end.