14Hey, Welcome back. This chapter took a while but that's only because I'm dedicating most of my time to write for two other stories, still, I hope you enjoy! (This one is 2.1K words long.)
A Game Of Fate
Chapter 5: Learning And Burning
It's been almost three days now, three days since he was summoned and she lost her powers, he was starting to get worried, even finding himself checking if she's still breathing almost every hour or so.
Still, he didn't find it in himself to wake her up, he liked to think that the only reason for that is that he wanted her to rest for as long as she could. But he knew that wasn't the case.
He was eager to prove his love to her, in fact, he'd do anything for her. If all the other servants and masters attacked her he'd make sure she survives, no matter the cost.
But that doesn't change one fact, he was scared- no, he was terrified, absolutely terrified to no end.
He wanted to believe that the only reason she attacked him on sight was due to her curse but that didn't stop the presence of doubt buried deep in his mind.
What if she actually detests me? What if she honestly wants me gone? Those two questions were stuck in his mind as if they were nails forced in with a hammer.
However, he had no choice but to hope, with those two questions came one answer, and he wished that it was the right answer.
If she truly hated him and not only attacked him due to her curse she would have used her Command Seals to force his suicide... but she didn't, she somehow resisted. He took that as a sign of her love for him still existing deep in her heart.
He also found it hard to leave her side even as she slept, he found himself staring at her as if he was completely submerged in her beauty, she was truly his one and only love.
And he would go to Hel and back a hundred times just for the chance to hold her in his arms once more, for the chance to call her his wife once more.
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"Ouch ouch ouch, god fucking damn it!" Mordred cried out after experiencing the trauma of hitting her toe on the edge of a chair.
She unwillingly found herself jumping on one foot as she continued to cuss at her luck.
But then followed a sound that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, it was a simple snicker.
She immediately turned around, face as red as the sun, she soon noticed that no one was behind her but the lights of the living room were turned on.
She let out a sigh as she tried her best to ignore the pain before making her way to the living room, forgetting the original purpose of why she woke up in the middle of the night.
Upon entering the living room she found none other than the King of Heroes sitting comfortably on the couch, a bottle of what looked like really expensive wine in front of him.
"What are you doing up this late?" She asked simply. The King soon smirked before answering.
"Enjoying myself." Was his simple answer.
"So, enjoyment for you is the equivalent of waking up midnight and drinking wine?" She said as she moved towards him.
"Precisely, more importantly, what are you doing up this late as well?" He answered as he saw her stop in front of the table.
Mordred then simply grabbed the wine bottle and took a big sip before setting it back on the table and smiling. "Enjoying myself." She added.
A chuckle escaped the man's mouth. "I see, in hypocrisy, I can already see that you rival your father."
Upon hearing the last word of that sentence Mordred's eyes lit up. "You know my father?"
He smiled before taking another sip from his glass. He then pushed himself forward and set the glass on the table. "Her tragic beauty is not something that I'd forget."
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"Gobble Bobble? What kind of fucking name is this?" He said as he pushed open the door to the bar, he was immediately met with the smell of strong alcohol and the sight of people jumping around while completely drunk but he also spotted the bar stool behind the dancing floor, he made his way there, forcing a path through the dozens of people.
Though he noticed someone grab a hold of his hand, he turned around with lightning speed, ready to kill whoever surprised him but decided not to upon noticing that it's just a completely drunk woman, she thankfully didn't notice his inhuman speed thanks to the horrible lighting.
Though his face still contorted and displayed his irritation upon hearing her next few words. "Hey hot stuff, wanna join us?" Was what she said.
Seriously, modern courtship was incredibly pathetic, he thought as he simply ignited his hand for a split second, stinging the woman and forcing her to let go of his arm, he then moved on until he reached his master who was sitting alone on the bar stool, drink in hand.
He silently sat next to her. He noticed her irritated sigh. "Could you have taken any longer?" She said.
"Maybe if you had told me you'd run off I'd have left at the same time as you and not ten minutes after!" He replied. He then switched his head to the bartender and ordered a drink while she sipped her own.
"It doesn't matter now, what's important is planning our next steps." She said as she downed the rest of her drink and handed the glass over to the bartender for a refill.
"If we attack her again and don't kill her I'm going to burn you myself." She said out of nowhere, earning nothing but a snicker from the man known as The Count of Monte Cristo.
"Go ahead, it's not like I actually care, just wait until I finish this drink though, it's been a while since I last enjoyed alcoho-" A voice coming from beside The Dragon Witch cut him off.
"Hey there, girly, you're looking fine. Want to spend some time with us?" The voice said, Edmond curiously looked at the source only to find a couple of very muscly men being the ones to approach Jeanne.
At this moment their drinks arrived and Edmond decided that this would be a good show to watch while he drinks and so he paid full attention.
Jeanne downed her drink all at once before simply replying. "Of course, I'll hang out with you." She said with what Edmond clearly identified as a fake smile.
She pushed herself off her seat and stood in between all four men, they all smiled, not knowing what's actually about to happen to them. "Oh, I can promise you that tonight's gonna be a lot of fun-"
And with that word being his last the man found himself knocked on the ground, unable to move after receiving a punch directly to his face.
The next man hadn't even gotten enough time to think before he found her kneeing him straight in the crotch, he fell down on the ground and started rolling from the pain.
The third one managed to swing a punch to defend himself but The Dragon Witch simply grabbed his hand, Edmond then heard what was probably the man's bones being crushed as Jeanne applied force with her grip.
Soon, the third man was down on the ground as well and Jeanne noticed that the fourth had already started running, clearly realizing what was best for him.
Jeanne then hopped on her chair once again before speaking to the bartender. "Refill." Was all she said.
Edmond couldn't help but smile after finishing the rest of his drink. "Ouch, they messed with the wrong person." He said.
Jeanne never replied and they continued drinking in silence for a few minutes.
But trouble seemed to return as Dantes felt someone's hand poking his shoulder, he turned around to see over a dozen men behind him. "Can I assist you?" He said, he didn't need an answer as he noticed that behind the men was the woman that he intentionally burned a few minutes ago.
"Oh, so that's what this is about." He said before any of the men could speak, he then added. "No need to waste time, obviously she told you that I hurt her and now you're here to kick my ass, is that correct?" Dantes said.
Jeanne eyed him curiously over her shoulder, she waited to see what he would do. She suddenly found his face turned and looking at her, he was unnaturally fast, even for a servant.
"Think that I can take them out in five seconds?" He said, Jeanne then smirked.
"Make it four and we're talking." She said, earning a chuckle from him.
"Bold." He said before downing all of his glass in one gulp. "I like it." He added before jumping out of his seat with speed so great that it almost made him look invisible.
Dantes had already made out that he is fighting twelve men, all of them were cramped up close to each other which made his job easier.
"One." He counted, and in that one second alone he managed to kick five of them in the head.
"Two." He added, this time using his elbow to knock one of them out then proceed to grab him and throw him on another man.
"Three." He counted again, this time jumping in the air, extending his leg out and spinning with speed, hitting four men in the jaw, he then landed and immediately jumped again, using both his legs to push the last man away and push himself backward, landing in the chair.
"Four."
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Once more, Sigurd found himself wanting to check on Brynhildr, and so he made his way to the room she was sleeping in, he opened the door, expecting to see his beloved still laying on the bed peacefully.
But that wasn't the case as he was startled by seeing her awake and sitting on the bed.
"Brynhildr!" He said with shock clear in his tone as he ran towards her bed. Her eyes turned to face him as soon as she heard his voice.
"Y-you're okay!" He said as he crouched in front of the bed, she immediately switched her head the other way, refusing to look at him.
The fear in his heart grew. "Brynhildr..." Was all he could say, there was nothing he could do but hope that she responds.
"I-I'm sorry..." He heard her say, he managed to take a glimpse of her face even as it was facing the other way, he could swear he saw a tear fall from her eye. "I'm so sorry." She added.
Sigurd didn't hesitate to act. For he understood why she's apologizing. He moved his hand to her chin and gently aided her to look at him. He confirmed that she was, in fact, crying. He moved his other hand and wiped the tears off her face. "I love you." He said.
Instead of getting a response in words, he found her suddenly wrapping her arms around his shoulder and embracing him.
He enjoyed every second of her long and warm embrace, his heart filled with joy and relief that couldn't be described by words, he wrapped his arms around her in return. "I swear to you, I won't let anything separate us again."
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Mordred was completely perplexed upon hearing the events of one of the previous Holy Grail Wars, she didn't know how she should feel upon knowing that her father was that close to accomplishing her wish but was stopped due to an idiotic master.
"Of course, there is the matter of the Holy Grail War that took place ten years after but I won't be speaking of it." Gilgamesh added.
She didn't want to admit it, but she was disappointed, if only slightly. For she herself had already managed to figure out her wish and accomplish it, though she did have the advantage of having an amazing and understanding master.
"Your father was an idiotic king, she was merely a little girl with a crown," Gilgamesh said before taking a sip from his drink. "But she was tragically beautiful."
"She was an idiot." Mordred said, much to Gilgamesh's surprise. "But she still saved her country."
A chuckle escaped The king's mouth. "As an acquaintance of mine once said, she saved them but she never led them." He paused for but a moment before speaking again. "And I have living proof of that right in front of me." Was what he added as he looked at Mordred.
I hope you enjoyed! This was the first chapter not containing Siegfried and Jeanne, and that's something I just noticed. Anyway, next chapter might take a bit of time, sorry about that.
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