The Thirsty Girl's Guide To Summoning (Fate/Isekai)

Chapter 49: Sha Naqba Imuru

(A/N: As I do not have Sha Naqba Imuru (Gilgamesh's Clairvoyance power) this is only a guess of what it might be like from the point of view of the Wedge of Heaven. Please forgive me! I'll be back to normal next chapter!)

Gilgamesh, King of Heroes and metaphysically age 10, rocked on his heels with his hands behind his back as he watched the mischief he'd caused unfold.

The (storybook hero) Berserker Hyde charged toward his (nominal) Master's oldest Servant, the (devilishly fair) Caster Merlin, only to be blocked by his Master's newest Servant, the (devilishly fair) Saber Diarmuid. There was a quick exchange of unarmed blows and then (a man accepts his lies) Hyde whirled away, clutching his face as he crouched down. When he finally looked up at the Saber looming over him with cocked fist, his eyes were green again.

The (ligature) Master, Serendipity, watched the exchange. She'd taken one complete step toward (steel not iron) Hyde by the time the sequence had resolved and Gil approved of her reflexes. He [stroked]/pulled (unborn) Jack's hair as she jerked forward to protect her mama, and the Assassin wraith stopped, trusting him already.

The (best of our heroes) Lancer in blue, Cú Chulainn, leaned on the wall with his eyes glued to his (trying so hard it hurts him) Master and yet his casual pose hadn't even flickered with tension when the Berserker charged. Meanwhile (his eyes are a lie) Merlin had his gaze fixed on (Mystic Face) Diarmuid, his face masked with annoyance.

On the other side of the room's entrance, (the anomaly) Flat rolled on the floor with his knee held to his chest, his face twisted in silent pain. (The nice to pet) Astolfo couldn't stop himself from lunging after Hyde, and approximately three seconds later was entangled in a heap with (reaches too high) Jekyll at (chewtoy EX) Diarmuid's feet. They lay sprawled together, both shocked, as (valiant) Diarmuid fought back a laugh above them.

(The newborn) Serendipity blinked and looked at (now among equals) Merlin, as if the humor of the pratfall hadn't even registered. Instead her (lens) eye turned toward that she'd been focused (for) on. Instantly the mage looked away, refusing to let her in. Except... He was so very good at masking that Gil couldn't help but admire him as the threat he represented. Something premeditated the Mage of Flowers' each twitch and movement; something very, very clever and yet not yet wise enough to recognize itself in a mirror.

(The painfully unsurprised) Cú rolled his eyes and turned his gaze to Gil, watching again as he'd been watching before. He didn't trust Gil, because he too was descended of Gods, but he could see enough to know he couldn't hide his feelings and so he didn't bother.

Alone beside Gil, Jack laughed at Rider and the other Assassin, shrieking with giggles as she clutched her stomach. She laughed because Gil laughed, so it was up to him to calm her.

"Sorry!" called Gil (responsibility is a drag) and gently snugged Jack close under one arm. "Good job, Serendipity! You've got a full set! Now what are you going to do?"

Merlin really wanted Gil to think the girl was driving him to distraction. He stared hard at her as soon as she looked at the others, his mouth twisting and his eyes dark. It was a fine act but Gil preferred the fundamental honesty of the Lancer.

"Well," said (recap voice) Serendipity. "I guess the first thing to do is fill you in on what you've been summoned into."

Gil put his finger to his cheek, pretending to think for just long enough. "Hm. Y'know, I can just pick all that stuff up on my own. But you ought to definitely fill in Saber. Have a one on one! And I'll let Jack show me around the castle."

Not at all by coincidence, he stood closest to the door, so without waiting for a response and carrying (enthralled) Jack under one arm, he [dashed]/strolled out the door just enough to be out of sight. Putting the child down, he put a finger to his lips. She understood instantly and put a finger to her lips as well. Then they both tilted their heads and listened.

At least three throats vibrated with recklessly chosen words, but it was (too good too pure) Diarmuid who beat them all when he said, "Ah, Master. I don't think a private meeting would be a good idea."

"What?" said Jekyll, and Cú, and Merlin, their confusion piling up around unspoken words.

"Uh?" said Ren, because What? would have made her sound too entitled. Besides, she too was starting to get confused. She didn't sleep enough.

"How much of my legend do you know?" Diarmuid (he earned that mark making love to a goddess) inquired gently.

"Oh! Ahaha. That. Is that thing even working?" (the innocence of the second dawn) Ren's voice ran through an array of emotions and ended on curiosity

With a smile in his voice, (charmed) Diarmuid said, "My love spot? I hope not. I can usually keep it under control. But the only ones who know that for sure, Master, are you and me. Your other retainers would prefer—oh. Oh my God. Is that Cú Chulainn? Master, we should definitely include him in our discussion. Do you know who he is?"

Gil started laughing again quietly, and (start with zero) Astolfo's head poked out of the room at knee level. "Get out of here!" the paladin whispered, grinning. "Go play while you still can."

The King of Heroes, now satisfied with what he'd wrought, grinned back at Astolfo before grabbing (big sister) Jack's hand again and running up the stairs to explore more of his new playground.