Fate/Remembrance (Dead Apostle OC X Osakabehime)

Chapter 12 | Ramblings of the Mad Immortal

14 March 2022

4 a.m.

Freud POV

("I hate you! Leave! Just leave my family alone!")

("Floyd, it's not your fault. It's okay.... my life... has meaning.")

("You can't escape from your sins, huh Freud?")

The pale undead jolts, standing on his futon with a metaphorical cold sweat.

"Sweet dreams. Glad that I still have them."

He looks to the windows to see that the sky is dark with no clouds in sight.

.....

"Still dawn. Perhaps I shall take a walk outside."

With his cape equipped, the pale undead exits his room.

Where shall I go? A spot that is not too far and does not attract much attention?

Any place outside the apartment is liable to enemy attacks. Although it is highly unlikely that anyone is active at this time, Freud doesn't like to take risks without preparation, unless it's for cheap thrills of course. So the one place that he chooses is...

The rooftop. I have yet to step my foot upstairs.

And to the rooftop he shall go, scaling the stairs one step at a time, 3 floors in total.

Rooftop

Tis a breezy dawn. Good thing that I have my cape with me.

The pale undead observes the area around his vicinity. It is still a surreal sight to see a once humble domain develop into an unfamiliar concrete jungle.

It felt like a dream. If Himeji is this different, imagine what Edo would be like now.

"To think that just the other day, I slayed the Bakufu's supporters and now I am here, on some magis' game board as their chess piece...."

The sponsors must have a reason for reviving the Holy Grail War back after the 5th one. Whatever it is, they do not have any qualms about using the participants in their grand scheme of things. They are not even hiding it too, enjoying our struggles as 'entertainment'.

"Huh, now that I think about it, tis not that different compared to my time as a pawn of those Imperialists."

The day of my decisive battle is unrecorded in history. While I might have lost the battle back then, they won the war. The Shogunate fell while power returned back to its rightful owner, Tennou-sama, which kickstarted this country's industrial revolution era. A lot has happened since then, but I am glad that I, a good for nothing vampire, get to enjoy the quality of life advances of the modern world. But if there is one thing that plagues my mind, even more than the sponsors' plan, it is...

"That I have no reason to be here."

I have no family and my friends are all long gone. Furthermore, I have fulfilled my last will in this world. Had his sword been enough to end me, I could have reunited with them in the afterlife. Or I could just stay asleep until the world ends, which was what should have kept ongoing until my awakening.

This war has nothing to do with Freud. With or without his meddling, any messes that those 'humans' made will be swept up by the humans themselves.

"My only motive in this farce, aside from survival, is to punish those sponsors for dragging me into this 'kabuki performance' of theirs. Even then, I doubt twas worth my effort."

As much as I wish to enact vengeance upon those idiots, I would rather not sully myself with any more heretic filths, if possible. I have enough unnecessary blood spoils for a lifetime.