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strangeradventuresofp · 5 years ago

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emotions (klaus x reader)

Extra Ordinary - 3

warnings : swearing

word count : 4299

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

On the 12th hour of the first day of October, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got eight of them.

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“What the hell is that?” The eyes of your brother darted up to his doorway, looking at you before looking back down to the gash in his arm that he was sewing up. ��You should’ve asked me. Did you sanitize that stuff?” He gave you an annoyed look and you sighed, letting your crossed arms fall back down to your sides. “I’m sorry. I just get worried about you, you know?”

“You don’t have to worry about me.”

“But I do. You’re my brother, 58 years old or not.”

“You didn’t go home last night?” You shook your head at his question, debating whether to tell him the truth on why you didn’t. Five would catch out a lie in a heartbeat, so there was no point in trying to keep it from him.

“I stayed to make sure that when Klaus woke up, he wouldn’t do anything stupid. But I woke up, checked his room and he was gone.” You sighed, watching him pick up the duffel bag and walk to his window. After opening it and grabbing the bad in his hand, he turned back to look at you.

“Are you coming?” In an instant you joined him by the window, hopping out of it and onto the fire escape just after he did, looking over the railing to see another one of your brothers at the bottom, rustling around in the garbage.

“I’m trying to find whatever priceless crap was in that priceless box, so Pogo will get off my ass!” Aggravation on his tongue, Klaus continued to kick and throw bits of rubbish out of his way so he could continue looking just as you and Five hopped down off the ladder that lead the two of you to the ground.

“I knew you took it.”

“Huh? Oh, Y/N, what a pleasant surprise! What on earth on you talking about, dear?” Rolling your eyes, you watched in confusion as he looked above himself and angrily muttered something under his breath. You looked at Five, who seemed equally as confused as you but honestly couldn’t care about what was going on.

“Hey, you know there’s easier ways out of the house?” Klaus laughed, rearranging the purple scarf around his neck, pulling out a flask from somewhere that wasn’t visible to you.

“This one involved the least amount of talking, or so I thought.” You followed your brother as he began to walk away, unsure of where you were going. He adjusted the straps on the duffel bag hanging over his shoulders as Klaus let out a series of ‘Hey’s in an attempt to get your attention.

“You need any more company today? I could uh… Clear my schedule.” He took a sip from his flask, a small, hopeful smirk hiding behind it.

“You seem pretty busy.” Smiling sarcastically, he took a sharp breath before exhaling, waving off what you said with his hand.

“Oh, this? No, no, I can do this whenever. I’m just—“ In a split second, Klaus fell backwards into the bin, numerous items clattering and clanging about from within as he continued to speak, standing back up with a half-eaten doughnut in his hand. “Found it!”

“Please, do not eat that.” You grimaced as he took a bite, smirking slightly at first but slowly turning into a face of disgust as he tried to play it off, letting out an incredibly fake ‘Delicious!’. Quite quickly after that, you and Five decided to make your way to the plumbing van, Klaus winking at you while you walked away, feeling a stir in your heart that you were angry at. As you sat in the passenger seat, he placed the bag extremely gently in the back before wrapping his hands around the wheel. While the tires squealed on the road, you finally decided to ask what had been on your mind since the night before. “What’s in the duffel bag?” Your brother let out a deep exhale and began to speak, more shy than usual.

“You know I said I wasn’t alone during the apocalypse? Well, that’s Delores.” Five kept his eyes on the road as your jaw fell open, looking at the bag and then back at your brother.

“So, what? Is she like dead or…?”

“Of course not!”

“So, why is she in a duffel bag?” The noise of the handbrake made you look back out of the window, eyeing the letters on the building in front of you that read ‘Meritech’. Leaning closer to the windshield, you squinted at a walking figure holding cups of coffee, the man looking like Lance from the day previous. “That’s our guy, right?” You had been focusing so hard on identifying him that you hadn’t noticed your brother pulling a mannequin out of the bag that he had rested down in the back and mumbling to himself.

“No, I’m not drunk, I’m working. Yes, it’s about the eye thing. This is the place it was made. Or, will be made. We just have to wait.”

“Hi, Delores. I’m Y/N. It’s really nice to meet you.” You smiled awkwardly at her frozen face, looking back at Five to return the genuine smile he shot to you. Your brother had been through a lot, and this was the only thing to have kept him sane throughout the apocalypse. In a weird way, you were glad he had Delores, but it didn’t stop you feeling strange when you spoke to her and she didn’t respond or maybe, you were supposed to pretend that she did. You really had no idea but still, you had no right to judge him. You had no idea about everything he did to get back to you all.

You had been watching Five roll the eye around between his fingers for what seemed like only minutes but when you finally snapped out of whatever trance you were in, you checked the clock, noticing only now that hours had gone by since you had first parked up there. Stretching, yawning, continuing to look out of the window, unsure of exactly what you were looking or waiting for.

Your brows furrowed as you began to notice the rate of your brother’s breathing rapidly increasing. His grip on the eye got tighter and tighter, you thought it might smash. A look of pure panic and terror crossed his face in a second and droplets sweat began to form on his temples, sticking his hair to them. It came as a sudden realisation to you that he was so zoned out that he was probably having very vivid flashbacks on the apocalypse. As your frown intensified, you called his name numerous times, him only seeming to come back to reality when you placed your hand on his shoulder gently. He seemed to gasp for air and he looked at you.

“It’s okay, see? We’re just outside the Meritch building, okay? You’re not there anymore, Five.” He nodded at you and you rubbed his shoulder once before turning around looking out of your window. You jumped at what you saw, opening your door with one hand while holding your chest with the other. Immediately, you began to move, unclipping your seatbelt and shimmying out of the seat. Moving to the back, you kneeled between the front seats, resting your elbows on each of them, waiting patiently for Luther to get into the car properly. You giggled as the car shook from side to side and various grunts came from his mouth. After a few minutes, he shut the car door, panting, shifting once more to ensure he was comfortably inside and he looked at the boy behind the wheel.

“You okay?” He asked and you watched the confusion grow on the boy’s face as he started to reply.

“You shouldn’t—how did you find us?” At Five’s request, Luther gestured to the back of the car and you frowned.

“Wha--? Me? I didn’t tell you anything.” Luther shook his head, gesturing behind you and you turned to see Klaus, dancing with Delores, humming a random tune. Just as you turned to look at him, an offended expression slapped itself across his face and he sighed, lowering Delores the smallest bit before he pretended to feel timid.

“Hey, a little privacy, guys. We’re really hitting it off back here.” He giggled before ducking as best as he could, trying to dodge an object that had been thrown at him from one of the front seats.

“Get out! You can’t be here! We’re in the middle of something.” As the three of you rotated to face the windshield, Klaus came up beside you, nudging you out of the way gently. When you tried to move over, your hand brushed against his and you gasped slightly, pulling it away quickly as if it had hurt. Even brief touches of his skin on yours make you feel like you’re being shocked with a high voltage. A lopsided grin found its way to his mouth and you rolled your eyes, looking forward again as Five and Luther began to speak amongst themselves.

”So, Grace may have had something to do with Dad’s death.”

“What? You’re kidding, right, our Mom?” With brows knitted together, you looked towards Luther, who looked at you with complete sincerity. “But that’s not—she can’t have. She’s programmed to be a protector.”

“Maybe her software has a virus.” Klaus joked, probably in trying to make the mood lighter but your face didn’t falter.

“I need you two to come back to the academy, all right? It’s important.”

“You have no concept of what’s important.” The boy spat, earning a very dissatisfied look from the one opposite him. Your face fell into one of complete perplexity. Your Mother had been designed especially by your Father to be a protector, to clean up after you, to get you ready for missions, to put you to bed, to make you cookies when you were sad. How was it possible that she could have partook in his death?

“What? Okay, fine, whatever.” Watching as Klaus slid the door across and stepped out of the van, his eyes pleading with yours, you rolled your eyes and moved towards the door, giving Five an apologetic smile.

“Let me know what you find out.” Were the last words you said before you closed the car door, standing next to Klaus, folding your arms over your chest. He winced at the scowl that fell over your features.

“What?” He held his hands up in defence and you rolled your eyes playfully, beginning to walk with him.

“Chocolate pudding, are you serious?”

“Oh, yeah. It hurt so bad but it smelled delicious afterward.”

“That’s disgusting.” His eyes lit up when you laughed and he smiled. “Oh, can we go in here? I wanted to grab something to eat.” Pointing to a convenience store, the two of you made your way towards it. Upon walking inside, your eyes quickly darted around, trying to take in all the options of food and figure out what you wanted. Humming, you picked up two bags of chips and pack of pre-made waffles and some other little things. You made your way to the checkout with Klaus and dug through your pockets to find the right amount that you owed, but it was obvious you didn’t have enough for everything. While the checkout man watched you, Klaus swooped everything up into his arms, running straight for the door, looking about frantically for where he would go next once he was outside. Your eyes widened, running after him, yelling for him to stop.

“Hey, bitches!”

“Klaus, stop!” You winced as he ran into a city taxi, yelling something about them being in the way. Once you had caught up to him, you panted at him and he giggled. “What the hell was that for?”

“You didn’t have enough money.” You rolled your eyes at him, giving the owner that had chased him the correct amount of money for what he had taken, after finally being able to find a bill crumpled up in your jacket. “I’m really sor--” You sighed as they snatched your money from you, storming off before even being able to finish your apology. Groaning, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him with you as you started to walk back home.

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“I mean, do you really think Mom would hurt Dad?” Vanya questioned. Confusion poked at every inch on your body as you watched the tape, unsure of what to truly think. Maybe your Moms programming had been tampered with, but the only person who knew how to wire her was Dad, so why would he deliberately make her do something like this?

“If he was poisoned, it would’ve shown in the coroner’s report.” Diego pointed out, a good point actually, and Luther looked annoyed.

“Yeah, exactly. I think you’re reading way too far into this. I mean, Mom killing Dad, are you even listening to yourself?” Luther was quick to roll his eyes at your words and he huffed, turning to Diego.

“I don’t need a report to tell me what I can see with my own eyes.” Diego rolled his eyes as Luther continued to make excuses. You looked back at Allison and Vanya, to see what they made of the tape, but they said nothing.

“You cannot be serious.” Shaking your head, you completely denied anything that could have suggested your Mother had taken part in Reginald’s death. It made no sense to you at all. Grazing your eyes over the screen, you frowned, narrowing your eyes.

“Y/N? What is it?”

“Look, he… He had his monocle, see, there,” you pointed. “And then when she stands up, it’s gone. She was taking it, but for what?”

“No, I’ve searched the house, including all her things. She doesn’t have it.” You and Number One shared a very puzzled look before turning to your other siblings. Your eyes rested on Diego, whose mouth opened as if he wanted to speak and then closed again, but opened seconds later.

“That’s because I took it from her, after the funeral.”

“You’ve had the monocle the whole time? What the hell, Diego?” Allison suddenly piped up and Klaus made his way to the bar, casually pouring himself a drink.

“Not cool.” You looked away from Diego in annoyance, turning to Klaus who silently offered to pour you a drink and you smiled slightly but refused, turning back in anger as he spoke.

“I threw it away. I knew if you found it on Mom, you’d lose your shit, just like you’re doing right now.” He pointed the knife he held in his hands at the bigger boy who stood opposite him and sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose when luckily, Vanya decided to try to calm them down.

“Mom was designed to be a caretaker, but also a protector. She was programmed to intervene if someone’s life was in jeopardy.” You nodded at your sister’s words.

“Well, if her hardware is degrading, then… We need to turn her off.”

“Shut up.” You gritted your teeth, anger beginning to build up inside of you as your clenched your fists.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. She’s not just a vacuum cleaner you can throw in a closet. She feels things, I’ve seen it!” Diego’s knife never left Luther’s direction and you felt a hand on your shoulder as the others continued to argue, smiling appreciatively at Vanya who the hand belonged to. “She shouldn’t get a vote.”

“Diego, that’s not fair.” You warned, shooting him a glare.

“I was gonna say that I agree with you.” A small voice came from the girl beside you and you nodded at her words once again.

“Okay, she should get a vote.” Your siblings turned to you. “Y/N?”

“I agree with Diego, she’s our Mother.” You folded your arms over your chest and everyone seemed to turn to Klaus – he could make a tie.

“What about you, stoner boy? What do you got?”

“Oh, so, what? You need my help now? Oh, ‘get out of the van, Klaus! Well welcome back to the van!’”

“What van?”

“Never mind, come on, Klaus. What’s it gonna be?” Shrugging off Allison’s question, Klaus’ eyes darted around the room quickly and he shifted.

“I’m with Diego, because screw you! And if Ben were here, he’d agree with me.” He mumbled something angry under his breath after finishing his sentence, as if Ben was stood beside him and had disagreed with him and you chuckled quietly. Everyone seemed to leave the room apart from you and Diego, who looked wounded and you offered a gentle hand on his arm for consolation. Vanya stuck behind too, and you all turned to see your Mother stood under one of the archways that led from the lobby to the living room. As you made your way over to her, Diego asked her something which you didn’t exactly hear, his voice was too quiet. Your Mother’s eyes seemed delayed as she looked up to him, looking between the three of you as you stood in front of her.

“You all seem upset. I’ll make cookies.” She strolled off, almost too smoothly. A look of alarm passed between the three of you before you sighed in frustration, your feet leading you up the stairs and into your old bedroom.

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“I need to finish this cross-stitch.” After hearing your Mother’s voice, you decided not to turn the corner, knowing someone else was there, who had probably come to check on your Mom, the same as you. You swallowed, hoping you could stay hidden to hear what she would say.

“Everything you did for us when we were kids… for me… Why’d you do it?” The deep voice was thick with hurt and you were sure it belonged to Number Two. Your Mother had helped Diego with his stutter when you were younger, and you assumed that was what he was referring to, but you couldn’t be sure.

“Because being your Mother is the greatest gift of my life.”

“Is that you saying that?”

“I’m not sure what you mean, Diego.”

“I mean, our father, he… He made you. When you think something, is it like he’s telling you what to say?” You rolled your eyes at his stupidity immediately, but your eyes twitched as you realised that it actually made sense. You jumped as you heard his voice harden and quickly moved around the corner to see him grabbing your Mother by her shoulders, pleading with her quietly. Her eyes turned to focus on a painting on a woman and you frowned, listening to her.

“Diego. Come on.” Grabbing the cloth that covered his shoulder, you dragged him into the corridor that you were previously stood in. “What the hell were you doing?”

“It started to make sense. What Luther said. You know, what if she got angry at the way he was treating her and killed him?”

“Diego, she’s a machine. She can’t feel anything.” Regret smothered your face as you watched his fall, chasing his gaze as he walked away. “No, wait, Diego. I’m sorry!” You groaned, kicking the wall, resting your head in your hands, sighing. Sitting down, with your back against the wall, knees pulled up to your chest, you wondered about Five. Where was he? Was he okay? Did he need your help? No, Five can handle pretty much anything on his own.

Gunfire. Your eyes widened, standing up instantly, running through the corridors in an attempt to find your siblings to see if they were okay. Shit. Vanya was still here.

“Vanya! Diego!�� As you turned a corner, Diego grabbed your wrist, taking off with you back where you had come from, tossing a few knifes behind him and you hoped they hit. Your shoes skid off the polished floor and you tripped, but Diego carried on running with you, helping you up and continuing to move in a matter of seconds. You were breathless and your chest burnt with adrenaline but you didn’t stop. He pushed you further ahead of him and stopped, hiding behind a wall. Panting, you looked at him and he waved you on so you ran. After hearing grunts from your brother and various clangs of metal, the gunshots got closer and closer. Then they stopped.

You looked over the balustrade into the living room and watched Diego in pure panic, panting as he looked at you, his face riddled with distress. He shifted and the gunshots started all over again, firing right at Diego who hid himself behind the couch. You shrieked, tapping into your anger and quite quickly, all you could see was red. You felt yourself swing over the balcony, managing to kick a gun out of one of their hands, jumping up to kick the other in the chest and backwards. As one flew into the door, you kicked the other’s back, causing them to fall flat on their face while reaching for their gun. As you began to see again, you ran around to the couch, grabbing your brother’s arm and pulling him along with you, unsure of where you were going, just knowing that it was away from the gunmen in your living room. Suddenly more shots were fired your way and you whimpered as Diego pulled you back down to behind the sofa, shielding your body with his as you held onto him for dear life.

After a few seconds, a roar came from the entrance to the living room and the gunfire stopped. You heard what sounded like a body hitting the floor and yells from your sister as she hit one of the intruders. You gasped as you heard her choking; growling as you ran over, hitting him as much as you could with Diego’s help. Quickly, you stepped back as Luther grabbed him and threw him into the lobby with the other.

“Thank you!” You hugged Luther briefly before pulling away, panting as you listened to them, rolling your eyes as they tried to argue, letting out a squeal when the gunfire started back up, ducking whilst you ran, following Luther, hiding around a corner. You swallowed hard, eyes widening as you looked up to Luther, hearing Vanya’s voice. Tears welled up in your eyes as she walked into the room, and you ran out to help her, Luther right behind you. The intruder focused himself on Luther and you rushed to hide Vanya somewhere.

“Just stay out of sight, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me.” You fumbled around in your pockets, quickly pulling out one of Diego’s knives that you had taken from him when you were behind the couch. “Here, uh, take this, just in case.” Just as you shoved it into her hands, you heard gunshots once again coming from below you and the sound of bodies being thrown about in the lobby. You walked around to the lobby, gulping when Luther called out your name. Soon, there was a yell and a large thump and you winced, calling out his name after a few minutes, walking back into the lobby as well as Allison and Diego. Practically throwing yourself at Diego, you hugged him tightly, happy nothing bad had happened to him whilst Allison helped Luther up off the ground. All at once, he was pushing you all away from him, the chandelier was falling and you and Allison were screaming his name. Slowly, he stood up, throwing the chandelier off of him, without his coat, revealing a large and incredibly hairy torso which he seemed embarrassed about. When he noticed, his eyes fell on Allison before he rushed off, attempting to cover himself up.

Swallowing in relief, another wave of anxiety hit you when you heard your Mother humming from upstairs. Your worried eyes locked with Diego’s and you both made your way up the stairs, fast. As you neared her, you stared in horror at her hand, the needle going through and through, pulling the thread along with it as Diego spoke to her. Tears pooled in your eyes as they trailed down to her arm, that Diego was busy cutting open.

“Diego, what are you doing?” The words you spoke passed through gritted teeth and tears fell down your face when he cut the wires inside of her arm. “Diego.”

“It’s gonna... be o—okay, mm-om.” Her eyes fell closed as your brother stood up and you shook his shoulders furiously, crying, thumping on his chest before he grabbed your wrists and placed them back to your sides. Tears welled in his eyes as you let out a few sobs before gasping, almost choking on all of the air that entered your mouth.

“Shit!”

Your feet thundered on the carpet and the floor boards as you searched through the entire house, even more tears starting to fall down your cheeks after you couldn’t find what you were looking for. Your sobs resonated throughout the halls, the raggedy breathing hurting your lungs, falling to your knees. Diego frowned, walking up to you, kneeling beside you, looking at you to tell him what was wrong. His heart ached for you when your broken eyes met his and you sniffled, taking a sharp breath.

“They took Klaus. He’s not here.”

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loyalflutist · 6 years ago

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Summoning Ritual (F!Byleth x Edelgard)

Rating: General Audience Archive Warning: N/A Words: 2,066 Summary: The time has come when they must summon their professors. Edelgard is nervous, but it appears that luck may be on her side...

A/N: It started with a BS idea. Now it became a BS one shot. Just thinking about the Fate series concept of Master-Servant. Enjoy this random drabble! Am hoping to work on a Fate/Three Houses crossover series soon for comedy. (Comedy to an extent, of course.)

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Here at the Officer’s Academy, something magical has happened. Various students from all three Houses stood in their classroom, their eyes all aimed at their house leaders.

Dimitri from the Blue Lions.

Claude from the Golden Deer.

Edelgard from the Black Eagles.

Three of the royal members of their family are in full preparation for what is to come. They cannot miss a single item on their checklist. Should they fail to do so, their efforts would be all for naught. Their classmates showered them with praises, luck, prayers, and even a snack for the long, arduous process.

“I wish you the best of luck, Lady Edelgard,” Hubert bowed his head, hand placed on his chest. “I have great faith in you.”

“You got this! If anything, I’ll be punching good vibes to your way!” Caspar nodded. As if to emphasize his encouragement, he began jabbing at the air. It would have continued had it not been for Linhardt slapping one of his flurried hands with a flick of his wrist.

“If there is anyone that can do it, it’s you, Edelgard,” Ferdinand tilted his head. “I know that for a fact.”

“Edie, make sure to take your time. It would be bad if the ritual failed because you were in a rush,” Dorothea handed her a small bag of… charcoaled cookies. (Edelgard is currently suppressing a mortified expression.) “I’m sorry these are a little burnt, but I’m sure these will give you energy!”

“I will be a here, praying for your safe return,” Petra bowed in a similar fashion as Hubert. “I heard this ritual is something of a tradition in this monastery.”

“I think the archbishop is just lazy to recruit new professors.”

“Linhardt!” Bernadetta swung her head towards him. “H-How could you say that!?”

He shrugged. “Why do you think this is the first year she proposed this idea?”

“W-W-Well, she might not want to come out of her room!”

“She’s not you, Bernedetta…”

“You’ve always got a sharp tongue, Linhardt.”

“Aren’t you one to say, Hubert.”

The noble scratched her cheek, beads of sweat flying out of her head. Her comrades and classmates were lively. Although Edelgard’s heart is racing, a small wave of nausea pulsed within her stomach, and her fingers were trembling, they soothed her shaken soul. She licked the bottom of her lip and gave a small huff.

“Thank you, everyone, for your kind words. I must now be off.”

Everyone in the Black Eagles waved their farewells as she turned her back towards them. When she took a step out of the lecture room, Claude and Dimitri both exited at the same time. The three paused in their place. They exchanged looks.

“Isn’t this a coincidence,” Claude placed both hands behind his head. His signature smile flashed at his rivals. “You both ready for this?”

“Of course,” Edelgard placed a hand on her hip. “I will be sure to summon a professor worthy to teach our house.”

“Likewise,” Dimitri faintly smiled. “It would be nice to have a professor who can lead our house to victory in the upcoming festival.”

“Isn’t that too far away, though?” the Golden Deer’s house leader mused. “We still have more than half a year to go.”

“It’s never too early to think ahead.”

“I agree with Dimitri.”

“If you both say so… I’ll just sit back and watch you both go at it.”

The other two leaders chuckled as they proceeded to walk towards the holy ground. It was not far and took less than five minutes by foot. However, each step brought them closer to an important ground. In their hands were the necessary ingredients for the archaic ritual. They gulped. One misstep and it’s all over for their house. The last thing they would want is to be stuck with a horrific instructor for the rest of their school life.

“Welcome, my children,” Rhea greeted them once they’ve arrived. As they got to their destined spot, the holy maiden graced her hands at the marked flooring before them. Black inked patterns drawn within the circle were scrawled all over the pristine surface. She let out a small exhale. “This is the first time in the history of Fodlan and the Officer’s Academy to conduct this ritual. It is a summoning ritual that will call forth not only your professor but your Servant too. This is an important role of a new Master.”

Right… Servant and Master. They were terminologies that were vaguely touched upon in this country. Apparently, they were from a famous magical war called the “Holy Grail War” in a land called “Japan.” Not that the citizens of Fodlan would know. The reason why Rhea decided to pursue this was due to the ease of access to the houses’ mentors. It would save her plenty of time to search for a suitable teacher. Based on the house leader’s personality, they would be likely matched with a Servant of a similar attitude. Plus, since these students are trained for battle, a Servant’s battle status is beneficial to teaching them the ropes with their potent abilities. There is also the limited time of when a Servant can stay with their Master. Until their Master either dies, chooses to free them, or finishes their schooling, the Servant is stuck by the house leader’s side.

Alas, it is simple on paper though! Physical and mental fortitude are required to make this a reality. Otherwise, a disappointing result will shortly follow.

“Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd.”

“Guess I’m the first one up…”

The blonde stepped forward. He walked up to the magic circle and began to place the necessary items. He spoke of incantations for the ritual.

Manuela came to him.

“Claude von Riegan.”

The brown-haired stepped forward. He walked up to the magic circle and began to place the necessary items. He spoke of incantations for the ritual.

Hanneman came to him.

“Edelgard von Hresvelg.”

The white-haired stepped forward. She walked up to the magic circle and began to place the necessary items.

Her heart thumped hard; she could hear it from her eardrums! A piece of green fabric. A pile of salt. A small stone from ancient times. A small vial of blood from an eagle poured upon the marked crest. Edelgard backed away and watched the circle begin to faintly glow. She closed her eyes. Darkness enveloped her vision as she deeply inhaled.

‘ Focus, El, focus! ‘

She touched upon her bloodline’s Crest of Seiros and extended her opened hand at the markings. One hand holding the outreached arm, the noble began to chant an incantation for the ritual.

“Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation Let red the color I pay tribute to Let my great Master Hresvelg be the ancestor Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall Let the four cardinal gates close Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

I hereby declare Your body shall serve under me My fate shall be your sword Submit to the beckoning of the Church of Seiros If you will submit to this will and this reason… Then answer!

An oath shall be sworn here! I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!”

A searing burn spread on the back of her right hand. It was as if someone pierced the skin with an iron knife! She immediately grimaced; her eyes narrowed as she felt a huge gust of wind blow in her direction. Just like Dimitri and Claude, a gust of wind whipped against her. This time, she was the direct target of the powerful blow. Edelgard’s knees bent at the immense pressure. Still, she maintained her stance and bit back a yelp.

The whole room became bright red. It was bright enough that everyone was forced to shut their eyes. Unlike Dimitri’s light blue and Claude’s golden yellow, their eyes instinctively avoided hazardous exposure.

“…?”

No one was there at the magic circle. All of the items were left untouched on the floor.

“…”

Did she fail? Even Rhea was a bit perplexed at the sight. The archbishop slowly examined the quiet premise. Aside from Manuela and Hanneman, no other professor showed up. Claude and Dimitri exchanged nervous glances as Edelgard felt her shoulders slump.

“Did I fail?”

“Edelgard…”

Dimitri started to approach her. He reached out towards her shoulder and eventually gave it a gentle pat.

“I’m so sorry.”

Edelgard hardly heeded any attention to him. She brought her right hand up. The burning sensation now throbbed, its red marking resembling an unknown crest fading into a black tattoo. Was it even possible to fail with the Command Seals still intact?

Shortly after that train of thought, a loud crash came from deep inside the holy ground. It shook the ground beneath their feet, all four present members nearly losing their balance. They were alarmed.

“Is that an intruder?!” Claude immediately pulled out his bow. “What an unlucky timing!”

Edelgard and Dimitri followed suit and unsheathed their weapon of choice. Rhea backed away as the three students and two Servants ran to the source.

It was surreal.

A teal-haired woman sat on a pile of rubble. The abnormal hole that cracked through the decorated ceiling shone the sun’s ray upon the newcomer. It was as if it were a beacon of light from the heavens above. Bits of debris crumbled upon the resting figure. An archaic sword at hand, the young adult raised her head.

‘ She looks like a queen… ‘ Edelgard widened her eyes. ‘ She’s beautiful. ‘

“…”

It took a bit of time until she broke their silence by standing. This made the three students gasp as both Hanneman and Manuela moved in front of them. Respectively Casters, they raised their hands in preparation. Not that they needed to. The unknown female walked up to one of the students nearest to her: Edelgard.

“Tell me,” she softly spoke. “Are you my Master?”

“Um— Y-Yes. Yes, I’m your Master.” Edelgard scrambled for words as she felt a flash of heat run into her head. “I’m Edelgard von Hresvelg.”

The Servant blinked. Then, she cracked a small smile. (Unironically, Edelgard's heart skipped a beat! The smile was so pretty!)

“I am Byleth of the Saber Class.” As if out of a fairytale, Byleth reached out to grab ahold of Edelgard’s unoccupied hand. She got down to one knee and, as a knight, looked up to the house leader. “I will teach and protect you with my life.”

A blast of heat blew out of Edelgard’s ears as she began to open her mouth like a fish deprived of water.

“I-I— Yes! YES! Um— I mean… it would… be a pleasure having you as my queen-- I... I mean, Servant.”

She could not help but let out an additional comment afterward. This time, she didn’t mean to let it slip out.

“You’re so beautiful though.”

Byleth blinked. That caused Edelgard to immediately regret the sudden words that flew out of her lips. She dropped her axe and concealed her mouth, her pupils looking anywhere but the teacher’s face. This caused a chuckle to come from the older female. She squeezed Edelgard’s hand.

“Thank you for the compliment. I am happy to serve someone who is even more beautiful than I.”

That’s it, that did it for Edelgard. The Black Eagles’s house leader felt a mini-mushroom explosion occur on top of her head. This caused the Saber class to raise both brows when her Master became beet red.

Meanwhile, Dimitri and Claude squinted their eyes.

“What the Hell?” Claude mumbled. “Why did she get the hot one?”

“I’m impressed, Edelgard,” Dimitri crossed his arms. “I didn’t think you would summon someone like her…”

“Just... damn, just look at her. Why did I get an old man?”

“You’re one to talk. I got someone who is much older than Byleth.”

“Hey, at least yours is a woman. Mine is a dude! I’m not into old guys.”

“…I wonder what goes through your mind sometimes, Claude.”

“I’ll be blunt this time: I’m jealous.”

“It appears that this is something we both have in common.”

“I hope you both understand that we can hear you both loud and clear,” Manuela and Hanneman both remarked at the same time, their frowns evident.

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