#It's all Zelretch's fault

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The Queen of Knights - Guinevere SI

[A/N:I am not English writer, I user Grammarly so if you see any errors let me know!!😉🤭 ]

[A/N: I accept constructive criticism so I ask you to comment if you liked it or not, because your comments help me to improve my writing even more.]

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Waking up in a different body, in a world totally different from yours that was in the past is not fun at all. Especially if it is expected to fulfill certain expectations .... Well, I was never able to do what is expected. This is the story of how a girl won the love of her people, won a witch and saved her enchanted prince.

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Metal-to-metal beats were heard around him. left, defend, and counter-attack. The intense smell of iron hung in the air. Dodge, defend, kick, and strike. The cries and moans of the fallen, both allies and enemies, afflicted my soul. Defense, dodge left, redirect the blade and attack the opening. The sacred blade weighed in my hand recognizing that it was not its handler, the handle was wider, its blade was longer and wider, something like that would only be an issue for me, but.... she agreed with the job next to me. Dodge, defend, defend, deflect, and counter-attack. I was not surprised when I discovered that the enchanted swords had a small degree of sapience. Dodge, Strike. It was to be expected that of a weapon created by Faes. "Arthuuuuu!"

My internal monologue is interrupted abruptly, when I raise my sword, I defend myself from the attack launched by a red and silver missile.

Applaud.

The strength of the blow that would have brought me to my knees now was just a small cut, I thank you internally for Merlin's lessons and Lancelot's training, but still for myself if it weren't for my stubbornness and my constant requests for his teachings they have no strength to protect my beloved.

"Modred" I answer inside the helmet, my voice comes out hoarse and in the same deep tone, of my beloved, thanks to the illusion of sound. "Recognize father, recognize me as your son, recognize me as your heir!" Screams the boy.

This is magic for you. Its swings were wild and powerful, its attacks were intense, never leaving an opening. I was on the defensive, a little more and would be discovered, that's what happens if everything I did, all the sacrifice would be in vain. No, I can't let that happen, the Battle of Camlann was inevitable, no matter what one tries, the only way my beloved survived was if someone took his place, it doesn't matter my apologies, right there in I knew this result. That's why as your queen, I took your place. With tears, I looked into the maddened eyes of the child who was yet another victim of the witch's plans, of the boy that my heart considered as a son. The boy who wanted nothing more than the love of his parents. With a hardened heart, I make my decision. Moving my sword aside, breaking the facade I took on, I leave a small opening on my right side. A suicidal move to use during a battle, any experienced warrior instinctively would take advantage of that opening. It Mordred perfectly met those requirements. Splash His sword went through my chest, completely ignoring the armor I wore. His body freezes in shock, leaving him vulnerable and giving the opening he needed. Excalibur shone slightly giving me the strength I needed to carry out the intended action. Splash. The sword of the distant future pierced his heart, the strength of this movement breaks the helmet of the knight of the tuition, leaving his face to be seen. A face that was so similar to my beloved's, but also so different.

His blond hair was disheveled, his emerald green eyes stared at mine through my lunch, with a spark of desperation and delight. I pull into my arms without hesitation. His weight, as well as that of his armor plus the armor he wore, ends up putting us on our knees. The spell that covered me dissipates, the armor that used to fit my body perfectly was now loose and wide. A surprised sigh came from his lips. Leaning his helmet on his shoulder, pulling his head to lean against mine, his body curves a little. "Forgive me". I sob "Forgive me, my little dragon". "w-why?" he asks me in a whisper. "Because your father loved you so much, as I loved you, but we couldn't let Morgana take over the kingdom, she would destroy everything, so we couldn't take it over". I murmur regretfully in his ear. "Lo-ve?" As if it were my own flesh, but I couldn't let Arthur fight you, it would destroy you" Me, ignoring the blood that drips from my lips "Forgive me... Mordred" His arms tighten around me as a last effort. "I ... lost ... you ... mom". he said on his last breath. His body softens like a puppet whose strings have been cut to the side. My eyes briefly look at the carnage around me. The floor was painted red with spilled blood, my eyes moved searching among the bodies of the knights, those who swore to serve and follow my beloved. "My king!" the familiar voice screams. I hear the sound of hurried steps, coming to my left, fear, and a battle of relief so that moving the helmet in that direction I see familiar armor.

At that moment the adrenaline that kept me upright decreases, my body leans precariously, but before I fall on my face I am caught by two familiar arms, which support me easily. "Who are you?" asks Sir Bedivere with a touch of coldness in his voice when he perceives the smaller figure in his arms who wore his king's armor. His hands move quickly to the helmet, removing it quickly, to reveal the fake one. "My Lady ?!" he exclaims surprised, horrified, and shocked by the figure he holds in his arms. His face was smeared with dirt and sweat by many men, his beautiful blue eyes were swollen and reddened by the tears he shed, his red hair was stuck in a messy bun, his little lips were quickly blue and his skin was extremely skin. "The others?" I ask in a whisper to Airgetlám's Shining knight, completely ignoring the loss of sensation in my legs. They were more important. "H-hurt but safe my lady". said the stunned knight. "I'm happy," I say, relieved. "Where's the king?" He asks. "In Camelot". I answer "This whole time was you, you took your place from the king". says the same instantly realize what I did. I smile at him, not being surprised by the discovery. " Why?". he asks in a saddened tone. "He would not return." I reply, moving my trembling hand to my neck, holding the pendant on my necklace, it was a small topaz stone in the shape of a tear. "Sir Bedivere, I ask you to return your sword." "No, my lady, I refuse to leave your side, hold on a little longer, my prana can help you and reload the sheath .." "GUINEVERE!" cries the desperate voice of my beloved.

'No' I think desperate 'he should be Camelot'! The familiar face of my beloved appears in my field of vision, his beautiful features were distorted in horror and despair. "Art ... I thought I left you ... in Camelot". I say, feeling the cold rise in my arms. "But I am here" I reply sobbing hugging "I am here ... when you should have stayed there as it was due". "I was never one to follow what was expected," I say. His voice was getting muffled, so he could no longer hear him. "I know". he said, "is one of the things I loved you the most, wait a minute my love, Merlin will be here soon". "Remember ..." he said ignoring the last sentence, "remember ... what I said to you in the Jardins ..... on our first date?" * snorts * "How could you not .... it was apart from that I knew how intelligent and charming you were, how you had a beautiful voice". "Sing ... sing for me ... Please". I ask with difficulty, it was increasingly difficult to maintain awareness. It took a moment before I heard it again. "Hey, Jude ..." Sings with a choked voice "Don't make it bad ..." Tears were streaming down his face... "Take a sad song ..." Raised one of my hands ... "and make it better ...." Give a tender kiss, before caressing her with your cheek ... "Remember to let her .." A few drops of water splash on my face ... "into your heart ...." His voice was distant. My vision died out, his beautiful face was the last thing I saw. Soon the darkness surrounds me. Then the light. Thousands of information and knowledge are recorded in my mind. Some that I already knew, others that were lost, and others that I haven't even heard of. My eyes open, for the first time since I was reborn I found myself again in the modern era. It is and I see that I was in a Warehouse, in front of my master. Sigh. There, lying on the floor, was a red-haired boy that I knew a long time ago, his eyes were wide and shocked by my sudden appearance. Hello shirou ... My lips part and I ask the infamous question of the suicidal nob. "I ask, You my master ? " "Eh?" problematic.

[lordelmelloi2]

“…Oh, the second magic thing…. I haven’t really explained that to you yet, have I…” “Please do. You don’t know how desperate I am to know how an untrained magus like you came across it and mastered it so quickly.” Waver exasperatedly spoke, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Well, it was more like a mistake… something … you know, like, innate compatibility or something, capability to handle parallel processing… I had to invoke it to come to Chaldea in the first place, but, by that time everything was already spiralling out of control? I didn’t know I truly invoked it until training with Merlin later and I found out I could still do it.” “…You’ve got to be kidding me.”  “Don’t be mad at me. I haven’t met the other user or the Fifth Magician yet – I’m actually keeping away from Zelretch to avoid him on purpose. If anything, this is all Merlin’s fault, as usual, for not thinking about any consequences in teaching me. despite knowing what he did.”  “I’m not quite sure Merlin is to blame for all of this… if what you’re saying is true, then it means it was with you this whole time. Given how that Ryougi Shiki is also attached to the Root, then maybe I have to rethink how….” He trailed off, deep in thought.  “Do you want to see it in action?” “–Hm? Doesn’t that require an enormous amount of energy?” “That might only apply to the fifth. I’m not sure - given from what I understand of Zelretch’s maneuvering and travel - that that same energy transfer is required to step into another universe. I want to show it to you though.” Rose unpinned his hair from the back of his head and posed as if he was modelling for a magazine. The sense of an imaginary audience was suddenly thick in the air, and one could’ve thought they were in a room with a film camera in it focused on the blonde pseudo-mage’s performance.  “Do you have to create yourself as an image to do it each time?” Waver asked.  “Yes. I will continue using myself as the core concept and as the vector. The sheer gravity of my existence is strong enough. But you know this already, don’t you?” “You’ll have to excuse my tendency to try to figure out the method right away. I suppose using yourself as the starting point … ah, I see, then, of course the 2nd comes naturally to you.” Waver remarked, narrowing his eyes in understanding. Rose smiled, but tilted his head so that you could not see under his hair. With the image set, the Magic Red began to seep forth like a ray of light from Rose’s central figure. 

Why am I writing my own lore like this … Makoto Sanda move over fuck you im protagonist now 

[minussseven]

Fate/Stay Night Heaven’s Feel custom Bad End  zelretched  with Highschool DxD, 5

It was getting pretty late, thought Issei as he reentered his room, a tray with juice and cookies in his hands. Yet, he didn’t really feel tired or sleepy. While he was used to staying up late watching anime, this was pushing the realm of believable.

“Sakura-san, is it normal not feeling tired?” He asked as he sat back down

Sakura thought about it. It was one of those things she wasn’t sure. She’d seen Saber sleep and eat, and knew Servants could feel tiredness, but that was usually because they lacked magical energy. However, Issei was a different case. For one, he had a physical body. “I’m not sure. If I had to guess, I’d say you shouldn’t feel tired or hungry as long as I’m providing you magical energy. That doesn’t mean you can’t eat or sleep, just that you won’t need to.”

“Eh. I wonder if that’s cool or creepy… Definitely useful I guess…” He took a cookie and ate it. At least eating still felt the same. He ate another two. Still as good. Did this mean he wouldn’t ever feel full? He’d have to try.

Sakura bit her lip so as not to apologize. Had she been a proper mage, she would have been able to reduce the flow of energy, allowing Issei to experience something closer to a normal existence. However, if there was something she had, it was excess magical energy. In fact, it would have been dangerous if she didn’t have a Servant to drain her a little.

“Normally,” she started explaining, “a Servant is a spirit that can switch between a spiritual form a and a physical form at will. They aren’t really alive in the way we are.”

“But I am.” He pointed out in between mouthfuls.

“Yes. The Class Cards… they aren’t used as summoning, even if the chant is so similar. This new system, it doesn’t call a spirit from, well, beyond. It uses the spirit of a person that was recently alive and incarnates it using the remains…” she trailed off.

“So, summing up…” prompted Issei.

“I reincarnated, or revived you, into a Servant, using your body and the Class Card as base materials.”

“Which is why I’m not a ghost,” he beat his chest, “and have a physical body.”

“Exactly. Your body combined with the Class Card and was transmuted. It’s not… human but not not-human. You could say you’re ‘more than human’.”

“That sounds good, honestly.” He remarked. “So I’m like a Servant, except I’m alive and because of that I have a physical body.”

Sakura nodded. “That’s correct. There’s only one thing in which you differ from a Servant, according to what I’ve been told. You’re not static, and your power can improve. Because Servants are that much powerful than normal humans, at the beginning you can’t reach the full potential of the Class Card. But apparently with effort, that potential could even be surpassed.”

“Just like an anime! A game!” Issei wiggled in place. “I’m going to be a hero!” He pumped his fist. Ah… thought Sakura. Issei was definitely a Fujimara Taiga type… “So, so! What can I do?” He pointed at himself, grinning.

Sakura looked troubled. “Berserker, the Mad Servant. It’s a… double-edged sword. Originally, it was a class made for weaker Heroic Spirts.”

“Perfect for someone like me then, no?” Issei asked, getting slightly worried as her frown deepened.

“It raised their attributes at the cost of their sanity.” He gulped. “To be frank, I’m amazed at how mentally intact you seem to be. Your Mad Enhancement skill must be low. That’s a fortunate thing.”

“Is that so…” How scary…. “So my Mad Enhancement? Is low? And that’s good right? I still feel the same although…” Issei paused, frowning. “I… may have been feeling a little angrier than usual.”  He forced a laugh. “I’ve been trying not to think too hard about it. This day’s been long enough already. I’ve died and come back!”

“Servants are characterized by their parameters, their skills and heir Noble Phantasms. I don’t know much about games, but if we used the same analogy: parameters would be stats; skills are as the name implies, and are divided into class skills and personal skills; and Noble Phantasms would be special equipment or attacks.” Sakura explained. “The class skill of the Berserker is Mad Enhancement. The higher the rank, the stronger they become, but the more their mind is degraded. At the highest levels, a Berserker can’t speak or reason at all.”

“But I’m not like that! And, like, if I grow stronger I won’t become like that, right!?” Issei bowed frantically. “Please tell me what’s going on with me!”

“Issei-san…” Sakura put a hand on his shoulder, head downcast. “This is my fault. I could have used another card…”

He controlled his breathing and straightened. “No… no, Sakura-san. It’s fine. Never apologize for saving me. What’s done is done… We should just figure this out. I’m sure it’ll be fine!”

She bit her lip to avoid continuing that thread. Fine. She could ignore it for now. “Alright. Then I should take a look at your parameters. May I have that please?”

“Oh? Yeah, sure.” He turned the notebook towards her and passed her the pencil.

“Only Masters can see the parameters and skills of Servants.” Said Sakura as she leaned down and started copying Issei’s status. He observed her curiously, shifting in place. Sakura paused. “…Are you sure you were completely normal, Issei-san?”

“Yeah? I’m just another guy…” With a greater lust than normal, but he wasn’t going to tell her that….

“It’s just… you have a Noble Phantasm.”

“Wha?!” Weren’t those the super special attacks? How come he had one? Wait, he froze. What if it was a super-pervy attack, enhanced by his revival? Issei took a look at Sakura’s face. She didn’t look like she was getting mad so… no? “That’s… unusual right?”

“Some would say impossible.” She finished and looked over what she’d written. “These are just the basics. I haven’t gone into detail. For now, I suppose it’ll do.” Later, they would have to, especially concerning that noble phantasm…

“These…” said Issei, eyes wide, “are pretty damn weak.” He slumped, dejected.

Sakura had written down:

Str (E++) | End (E++) | Agi (E++)

Man (F) | Luk (E) | NP (D+)

Skills: Mad Enhancement (E-), Outrage (C) and Magic Resistance (D)

Noble Phantasm: Black Dragon’s Emperor Gauntlet (D+)

Sakura smiled despite herself. “Issei-san, for a Servant, an E-rank is equal to, in average, ten times a normal human.”

“Wait! So then I am…”

“Around ten times stronger, faster, more agile and more resistant than a normal person.” Confirmed Sakura. “And, every plus sign means that under certain conditions, that doubles. Under optimal conditions then, you could be as strong as thirty men.” Against other Servants, it would be a death sentence, but compared it to normal people? It was superhuman.

“No way…” Issei looked down at his hands as if seeing them for the first time.

The teenager got up, wiping in head left and right. His room had nothing but… the bed! He hurried to the end of it, crouched down, prepared his grip and heaved! The bed rose without a problem. Issei marveled. He could feel the weight and it was not effortless but… he imagined it: if ten men were lifting the bed along with him, this feat was certainly possible. Each would feel like he did, straining just a bit. He put the furniture down carefully. And flexed his fingers.

“Holy shit.”