Leaving vital equipment in the (Off)icial position

Saber (ala of the “Heaven’s Feel Route”/formerly Saber Alter)

"Shirou . . .did I hallucinate there a moment or did the Sun look like it was coming down to EAT the world for a second?!" I find myself asking my Master, knowing that such a question would sound utterly ASSININE at other times, but THIS!...

The Sun is a comforting yellow spot in the sky, not that MONSTER red thing I just saw a moment ago. It just Is NOT! It’s not due to a spell! It’s not an illusion, but I don’t know what is going on here at all!

“Saber, I don’t know. . . I don’t KNOW!” my Master shouts, grabbing me by the arms and hugging me, much to my surprise. He then gesture towards what looks to be a black, mud filled pit laced with blood red veins that fills me with horror much more than it should!

“But are you okay?!” he finishes, still gesturing towards that pit. “Did they do anything to you? You looked . . . really weird and almost corrupted there earlier when they pulled you out of that mud pit!”

”What?” I ask blankly. “I was in that?”

In that pit? T-that pit?!

In that evil PIT?!

Wait, what? They pulled me out of there? Does that make them perhaps allies or at least not enemies? I mean I can tell that they MUST be some kind of Heroic Spirit from their feel, but . . . for the life of me I cannot tell just who they must be and which Servant Class. They each carry on their person a dagger very similar to Servant Caster, but Caster was a Magus and these are more of a fighter class like myself, since they wear armour like a second skin and have melee weapons (an odd style of Warhammer I take). Also, while of a somewhat similar appearance as Caster, that Witch had been of an older woman (albeit a beautiful one) in her thirties. These triplets are in their teens.

Besides, I slew Caster earlier and she is GONE, thank God. Not only had that monster slain both her first Master (who’d summoned her) but her second Master as well. Crimes in the magus world considering that the Bond between Magus and Familiar (of which Servants are the most powerful kind of familiar) are the monst . . .intricate. That and let us not mention that Caster had been draining the Ley Lines around the city, putting many of it’s citizens in the hospital and comas from the loss to life force due that.

. . .

Uh, I mean souls! Not Life Force. Souls!

What came over me there?

Right, but perhaps they aren’t necessarily part of the Grail War but summoned here for some other purpose that Heroic Spirits are tasked? There is something out here (may haps related to that dire Sun in the sky we saw just moments ago)? Some kind of threat to humankind’s existence itself?

Well . . .it would fit the situation, honestly. I feel that whatever is afoot is of more pressing concern than the Grail War and might need me to at least delay in my quest for my wish.

. . .

But, but Camelot! I have to save my kingdom and have a different King take the throne besides me since I led it to ruin the first time around!! They’re counting on me.

. . .

”What did you do?” Shirou snarls at the three young armoured before I can voice my concerns, blond warrior women who are still staring up in horror at the sky, having ignored us up until that moment.

As one, the three blonde women blink and then turn their gaze upon both

The frantic sounding but completely unintelligible question asked by the silver swordswoman is enough to snap the Caster sisters out of their shocked stupor.

They stare at Shirou blankly for a few seconds before asking a one word question in a foreign language I know that Shirou does not understand but I know due to the virtue of being a Heroic Spirit/Servant (albeit one through special circumstances by way of my contract with the World).

”What did he just ask us?” one of the blonde haired warrior women asks her sisters blankly. “That did not sound anything even close to Greek, which makes sense given being in a foreign land but . . .I don’t recognize anything from the languages I know!”

”And I would be better off knowing what he’s saying, sister?!” one of the others asks incredulously back at the speaker. “Gods, what we need to cast a spell to communicate here quickly so we can figure out what in the Hades is going on!”

”Or have the Heroic Spirit here perhaps translate for us please?” the third of the group turns and looks at me speculatively, addressing the last part of the suggestion as a request, only to then blink hard and face palm herself rather violently, with both hands.

That . . .is not something that one should do while in armor and I and Shirou wince in sympathy. God how I remember the first (and LAST) time I ever did that when in training as a squire…

”Owww,” she moans, realizing obviously why it is best to do facepalming without gauntleted hands. “Or perhaps we could just activate our universal translators instead of acting like brainless, scarred little princesses out in the big world for the first time, alone.”

1. “Ouch,” she adds, looking up and wincing from the now red marks on her face where gauntlets met face!

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