Fate/Legion

The Sixth Holy Grail War

"Master!"

Groan...

"Master! Wake up!"

Eventually I obeyed the voice. Though, I would come to regret it. I sat up from my futon, using my weight to keep me from sinking back into my pillow.

"Oh, thank goodness you've awoken. Medea is out of control!"

I sat there for a while to process what I had been told. After perhaps what seemed like hours, I finally reached two conclusions. First, the voice speaking to me originated from a kind, purple eyed girl: my servant Jeanne de Arc. Second, my house is breaking.

Wait...

"My house!", I yelped out in panic. The house my father gave me was in splinters. There were craters in the floor, many of the walls were torn open, and the ceiling was nonexistent. There was nowhere I went that had been spared. Jeanne led me to the sparring dojo. It seemed to still possess structurally sound walls.

Jeanne turned to me with an exasperated look. "She's in there", she pointed towards the door.

What would I find in there? Had Erickson betrayed my trust? Did Medea go rogue?

Nope. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw that morning. In the middle of the room, a mass of bodies were piled. Saber, or as I call her Artoria, was being pinned to the floor. She had been dressed in a white strapless dress. Unlike her usual hair style, she had a pony tail, tied with a big blue ribbon. Opera gloves had been slid up her arms, and white heels were strapped to her feet. A pile of female servants held her down. The one holding on to her left arm wore a red dress that had a see through skirt, Nero. Lily, a girl in a knee length white dress, held down Artoria's right arm. Pinning down her legs was Artoria's own "son", Mordred. Finally, sitting directly on top of the King of Knights, was Medea, who was happily applying makeup to her victim.

There simply were no words. I could only stare at the scene blankly.

"I apologize for dragging you into this, Master.", Jeanne said, "Artoria begged me to get help."

I could only nod. I looked around to see if there was a weapon of some sort. It may not help much against servants, but I wasn't about to go in unarmed. It was only then that I noticed Emily Erickson, a fellow master that had been forced to (begrudgingly) ask to stay at my house. I wasn't sure how long she was there, but she certainly noticed me for a long while.

"Good morning, Emiya.", Erickson smugly voiced, "Pardon the mess. My servants heard what shipping is, so they want to ship your Artoria with someone. Let's just say Artoria didn't like the idea and my girls refused to take no for an answer."

"What?!?", I bursted out.

"Yeah. I know, right?", she clearly didn't pick up my blatant fury, "Lily there wants her to date Lancelot back at the Matou's. Nero says she should go with Diarmuid. Medea wants her to date Gilgamesh. Mordred, however, I think just takes pleasure in tormenting Artoria like this. I think Medea wants to give Jeanne here a makeover as well."

My guest's statement certainly didn't improve the distress of my Saintly servant. Jeanne began violently blushing at the thought of being Medea's dress up doll. I don't know what it was about it, but Jeanne's reaction cooled off any rage building up in me. All I could do now was fix the house.

"Where's Hercules and Enkidu?", I inquired.

Erickson smiled quietly. "Oh, you know, they left to walk in the forest again."

I suppose that would only be natural. Enkidu loves nature like the best of them. For Hercules, however, it was about visiting the Einzbern castle. It's destroyed beyond hope of repair, but it holds the grave of Illya, his master in the fifth holy grail war.

"Alright, come along Jeanne. We better get them to help with repairs.", I declared.

The female saint did not hesitate to follow quickly behind me as I left home. The last I heard of my house was Artoria cursing me for leaving her to her fate and being a "craven traitor". What a beautiful day.