Fate Aprocrypha - Perdidit Risus

The Third Mounted Knight

Hey there guys, Nightingale here! "Two chapters in one day?! This guy is finally working huh?!" Haha, let's just say that for some time, I'll have time for myself and to writte chapters for you guys so yeah, expect a bit more updates for some time, so use this chance to tell me which story would you like to get a new chapter next.

With that out of the way, let's get in the world of epic fights and servants shall we? Now, sit back, relax and enjoyyyyyyyyyy ... 

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France

Another long day went by in France and the day now gave it's place to the night, covering the peacefull cities and villages with a serene dark cloak of darkness.

In one of those cities, a blond young woman not looking much older then sixteen was busy packing a suitcase on top of her bed. As soon as she was able to close the stuffed suitcase, she glanced at her image on the mirror behind her with her amethyst-colored eyes. Moving the long braid of her blond hair from her back, the young woman had what seemed a large red tattoo with several wings drawn on it.

????: (thoughts) There has been an error with the summoning. There's something wrong. 

The girl thought. Under normal situations, this girl would be known as Laeticia, a normal girl in France living in a student dormitory. However, do to her extreme similance to a certain Heroic Spirit of her country, the Holy Grail saw her as a match for the materialization of Jeanne D'Arc.

Jeanne: (thoughts) The place for this war is the romenian town of Trifas. Seven people face other seven, yearning for the omnipotent vessel, the Holy Grail. It's a Grail War like none before.

She thought, now inside of a bus heading towards the airport to take her to Romania.

Jeanne: (thoughts) But why am I here?

????: (telepahaty) It seems quite obvious to me Master ...

A voice was heard seemingly only by her and no else around as she left the bus.

????: (telepahaty) You're the Heroic Spirit of Arbitration, the Ruler servant. In every Grail War the Holy Grail summons not only seven servants to fight for it but also a eight one with the purpose of presiding over the war between them. In this never seen type of Grail War a servant of that class would be needed more then ever. Don't you agree?

The voice asked.

Jeanne: (thoughts) I'm perfectly aware of the functions of my class, Rider. However, there has been too many irregularities so far, including the method in which I was summoned.

Jeanne aswered it with a stern tone as she embarked on the airplain.

Rider: (telepahaty) Which also lead to my summon, the third Rider class servant present in this war as well.

Jeanne: (thoughts) Yes.

It was truth, the war had not begun yet, but so far, there were too many odd things happening, way more then it should ever ocur during an entire standard Grail War.

Rider: (telepahaty) By the way ...

Rider said after a few seconds os silence on his part.

Jeanne: (thoughts) Hmm?

Rider: (telepahaty) Can I leave my spiritual form now-

Jeanne: (thoughts) No you can't.

The servant's request was immediatly denied by his master who didn't seem to spare it a thought or even a blink of the eye as she looked through the plain's window.