Fate: Gremory (English Version)

Arc 2: Chapter 1.5

Chapter 1.5

[Great Lake, Outer Gate Number: 4027]

A fierce storm raged over the spot where a young teenager lay, his body pierced by several wounds on his torso, turning the ground into a crimson pool of blood gushing from his wounds.

The situation in his eyes was even more critical. The boy brought his hand toward them with difficulty.

"Ugh... dammit. At least I managed to keep Cú Chulainn's spear from reaching my heart."

He sat up with an effort, unable to see his surroundings. He decided to materialize a katana to use as a support and feel his surroundings.

"But the curse of Gáe Bolg is hindering my regeneration."

He trudged through the dense forest for several minutes until he reached the steep flank of the mountain.

"Hmm...? I can't rest the katana on the ground... It must be too steep, or I've reached the edge of the abyss at the top of the mountain. I'll look for another way."

He turned left cautiously, trusting that there was a trail, only to trip over a rock as he lifted his foot.

He tried to save himself, but ended up falling backwards, rolling like an dasypodidae and letting go of the katana by mistake.

"My luck sucks."

He groaned as he rolled down the road. In the midst of his fall, he came across a strange golden portal that he passed through before landing in a beautiful flower garden, where various shades of colors such as red, yellow, white, pink, purple, and more were spreading.

[Gilgamesh Territory, Outer Gate Number: 3947]

"Ah!"

He stopped abruptly when he collided with something. He stretched out his hands to identify what it was.

"Legs? If so, then who have I bumped into?"

"Huh..." he felt someone's hand on his head.

"How strange..."

Before he could react, his head was pushed to the ground.

"Damn. It looks like I've found someone problematic."

"You are a wretch who has defiled my beautiful garden. Don't expect me to be nice to you, piece of garbage."

From her voice, he could tell that it was a woman. Who would it be?

"Quiet, quiet. I'll leave quietly because of what you've just done. I just need you to guide me out of your precious garden."

"My guide will be a kick."

With that, the young man was sent flying back the way he had come.

Thinking that with that she was going to get rid of the boy.

"Hey, that was painful. I'll only end up coming back to this place if you send me away with a kick again."

He showed his displeasure with the woman's action.

Even though he said that the woman didn't seem to care about his words. He had been sent to fly back to the woman's feet. He spent several minutes that way like a ball coming back to the feet of the one who was kicked.

"Who knew. This is fun."

The woman commented with a tone of amusement in her voice. The boy could only growl in pain and anger at being used as a football.

The boy's body was stopped by the woman's feet.

"I had a lot of fun. Now let me help you with those wounds and then get out of my territory."