Fate/Inheritance

After a day of relaxation touring the town… Yamada and I returned to our dorms. Both of us put on some disguise and masked our energies when we loitered around us due to the sudden burst of our strength might alarm others.

Some of my classmates alongside their teachers had already started their travels to the Academy so the number of people around us is a bit fewer now. The other's will wait till the students whom will either be returning to the school or to enroll will be in a few days from now.

Late at night.

After eating my fill and a small conversation here and there, I returned back to my quarters alone. Deploying and checking the security measures I placed, I rested for a bit and cleared my thoughts.

[You sure you don't want to finish my trial first bozu?] Lancer's voice suddenly entered my ears. Materializing, the guy in full body tights appeared in front of me and leaned in the wall. A few weeks before the evil organization was sacked, this guy started going out of my Reality Marble in some short intervals (That's where I started using him as a meat shield also…). The guy said that he felt he can do this when our 'connection' started to be a bit closer so it might be akin to the Bond System in FGO is what I thought.

"Ah yeah… we need her or should I say her younger version's fate so we won't get plagued with bad luck." I said and pulled out the Saber Class Card.

"Haa~? Won't bad luck be useless if you are just stronger enough?" Said Lancer while scoffing.

"Says the guy who was stabbed by his own weapon…" Lancer flinched when I said that.

"Also don't underestimate the RNG Gods Lancer-kun~." I continued on.

"Hmmm? I haven't heard of any Divine Spirits like that you know." The idiot said.

"Well they are new in the business or they just renamed themselves (lol)… ignoring that shall we begin?" I said and placed the Class Card in my c.h.e.s.t while clenching it with my right hand. I closed my eyes and began the chant.

« "I call! I reach! I beg!"

"I use this medium to call the one bound by its karma!"

"Ye who's true name, [Arthur Pendragon] I beseech!"

"To earn the right through trials and your wish!"

"All the culmination of your knowledge, skill and fate!"

"Let the Scales of Fate decide upon my qualification!"

"The trial by fire for the [Inheritance] shall begin!"»

With the final verse I blacked out…

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In the 'Reverse Side of the World' where Mystery is abundant and where human hands cannot sully it with their presence. Somewhere in the location where Britain should be located a beautiful land of piece stood b.a.r.e. Where great individuals from kings to explorers' rest in their time of death.

Avalon. The ever distant utopia.

In a lone tower a man with beautiful features rested and imprisoned, for he did something outrageous to a certain woman which will be better left unknown. He held a strange cane with flamboyant white clothing he leaned in the wall with closed eyes. With the wind flowing inside from the window, his long hair which changes color depending in the angle and the glare of the light slowly rustled.

After a few moments his eyes suddenly snapped open. Peering outside the only window in his prison he looked outside and laughed.

"Ahh~ for a 'successor' to be born when the kingdom was already destroyed… is this what they called a twist of fate?" He said in amus.e.m.e.nt. Standing up, he made some gestures and said.

"Vivian, I know you can hear me! A new king is going to be born to bring Camelot back to life! As the royal court magician I can't rot myself here and don't see personally what this 'new' king's qualification is!" With a final swish, he vanished. In the now silent prison a soft sigh echoed out.

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In another world, a man was dreaming. With beautiful blond hair crowning his immaculate face, this man that lived for three lifetimes had quickly tucked himself in bed when the sun was still even in the horizon. Yes, his job currently is going to happen in the night where a war is ongoing for a wish granting cup. But a message from his 'boss' made him panic to the point that he ignored the chance he might meet a certain someone he failed to raise.

[A boy is going to pull again the sword in the stone.] He was first dumfounded by the message yet at the same time amused. He understood what the message said that another individual is going to pull 'it' that made him amused and interested. It cannot be called arrogance, but he who was considered a 'perfect king' by his people had pulled that sword in his first life due to the plans of his father alongside his royal court magician. Even if he can entertain a possibility of another 'King Arthur' which he already experienced that he turned into a little sister, the chances are too minuscule for it to happen again. But to even let him witness the event by his current workplace stands the importance of this event.

Even if he who had already moved on in his life as a king his interest was poked by this lad.

'Let's see what this kid had shall we?' With those thoughts, he closed his eyes.

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Throne of Heroes

In this place cutoff from the cycle of reincarnation and the passage of time a startling piece of news was being passed around.

[A new King of Knights is going to be born] When they first heard of it they scoffed at first. Even if they know that the one who held this title had many who had similar looks and skills alongside the multitude of versions of that personage there would be only one King of Knights in their view. That frail yet stalwart woman that held the Sword that promised 'glory' had truly etched in their hearts that they themselves as heroes of their times acknowledged her.

Even if she is not in the Throne, all of them knew of her. For ignoring the heroes born after her time, the once before her instinctively knew of her and her valor.

But the news was sent itself by both the will of the World and Alaya itself so the information states what is true. So the ones who held the title of kings, the once who are called the greatest writers and poets alongside the people who are acquainted of her and the male version from a parallel world was curious.

Then they heard that a certain 'Hound of Ulster' had the first seating view of the event, they rushed to where he stays and 'negotiated' with the b.a.r.e minimum of force.

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While in the place where the Divine Spirits resides.

The remaining living divine spirits was also startled by the news yet knowing the 'successor' is currently in another world made their interest wane. Yet somewhere a smug looking God of the Sun is looking proud at his 'son'.