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Chapter 6: Trilemma of Justice (1)

Sparks erupted from the clash of the two Servants, their blades (I think it was a blade in case of the blonde semi-transparent weapon) matching in a brief skirmish of strength.

Considering the obvious difference of power between the monstrous muscle-guy and the slim girl with pretty armor and dress, it was pretty easy to see who exactly was at disadvantage.

The swordswoman halted the first attack of the- Wait, is that the Berserker?

It seems so. He does look quite... berserk in this moment.

I shot a poisonous glare at the sassy reply, feeling my metaphorical crown slipping away from my head because of this uptight arse's being incredibly smarty-assed with some of his replies.

I returned my stare to the escalating scene, avoiding my need to pursue some out-sassment of this sassy sasshead of a Servant.

Just in time for me to see a ball of red and black flying so determinedly towards me and- OH FUCK!

Assassin pulled me out of the way just in time, letting the sphere crash harmlessly on one of the trees behind me.

"Gandr," My Servant explained quickly. "A curse spell that could have killed you considering its size and magical concentration, Master."

I blinked back to pinpoint who was the one that had tried to attempt an assassination at me, and I frowned furiously at the smug-looking Tohsaka now staring at me, her finger pointing where I stood previously with some energy still coloring her index and middle finger.

Wait, does that mean that she can shot energy balls via middle fingers? This is so… cool. But also annoying because such a cool move was used against me.

"Can I return the favor?" I inquired quietly, not even bothering to look at Assassin while asking about this. "I really want to reply with the same kindness."

The Servant silently thought of the implications of letting me do so but seemed to relent fairly as he explained how to focus prana into the spell.

It was my first spell, thus I was given plenty of details over how a proper Gandr should look like.

A curse meant to either paralyze or kill the user's targets, it was considered one of the easiest incantations that even a third-class Magus should be able to do.

Carefully and incredibly patiently, I started to channel some of the energy from within my circuits, with blue light turning into red and black, all of it focusing in the formation of a dark-scarlet ball of destruction.

And as the bigger sphere of darkness was primed and ready to be sent at my current subject of irritation, I proceeded to see it rush even faster than the one Rin had threw first right into the Tohsaka.

I felt pretty sure I had put way too much energy into it by the very moment I perceived my body weakening because of the strain.

Sapphire eyes widened in brief moment of shock, awe, and dread as she barely managed to dodge the curse sent her way, which landed few meters away from where she had been standing.

Differently from her own version of her Gandr, my own spell actually exploded and created a small crater on the ground the moment it entered in contact with the floor.

I blinked, a small devious smile forming once my face as I just learned a new and magical way to explode things along my path.

I, the Sass King, have learned how blow to smitheerins my fiends of foes and prove righteously how mighty I am!

In my state of euphoric self-praise, I ended up forgetting a very important, if not life-saving detail that Assassin decided to remind in that exact moment.

"It's no use to retreat now, Master," My Servant muttered with a hint of irritation. "Berserker's Master has noticed us."

My hype died at those words as I felt paling at the idea of waging a battle against that crazy strong bastard, noticing just now that Illya was looking at my gloating self with a surprised look plastered on her pretty face.

Welp, our cover has been screwed beyond repair!

I could've taken a more subtle approach… but then Rin had to mess my safe plan of merely spectating the battle instead of being forced to join in there.

As I started to walk out of the bushes, I noticed that both the blonde and the humongous Servant had retreated back to their respective Masters.

Just as I paused, finding myself right in the middle of the two groups, with one having a certain Tohsaka trying to make a gawking Shirou recover at the absurdity of the scene unfolding before his eyes, and the other having Illya now slowly approaching me me.

She paused once she was close enough to speak, her Servant following behind but seemingly restraining its murderous intents as the little girl gave me a confused and intrigued look.

"Sean-niichan?" The white-haired little lady asked with a curious tone. "What are you doing here?"

I really didn't want to waste too much time with explanations, so I merely pointed at Assassin, the Servant now on the verge of facepalming at my lack of finesse over the odd instance.

"Oh? You are a Master too?" I nodded at her follow-up inquiry, causing her to sigh sadly. "I truly don't want to fight you, Oniichan. You are actually nice."

I blinked at the genuine answer from her not just throwing her Servant at me, making me wonder if this was connected to the little early interaction that we had a couple of days ago.

Her behavior was mostly the same, if not for a hint of maturity that hadn't been there back in our first meeting.

It was genuinely surprising that this predicament was truly happening, completely subverting any of my previous theories correlated to the identity of Berserker's Master.

Illya was the behemoth's controller, thus one of the seven Masters within the Holy Grail War and… I was rather reluctant to consider attacking a little girl, even though of circumstances pushing me in that direction.

"I'm sorry for the situation, Illya-chan," I said with a sad tone, slowly reaching out to pat her head. "But I actually have a wish that I want to accomplish."

"Is that so? What is it, what is it?" She tugged at my arm quite eagerly and I almost snorted at her giddy attitude about it but, as I prepared to give a proper explanation, a certain girl decided to finally unleash her anger born from the outright madness being unveiled before her eyes.

"I don't care about it!" Rin exploded loudly, glaring fiercely at the two of us "You fucking moron, you just tried to kill me just a moment ago."

I gasped at her tone and covered Illya's ears just in time as I expressed disappointment at the newest low coming the nagging girl.

"You fricking tsundere, Illya is a child and you should certainly not swear in front of her!" I snapped back with some irritation. "Also you attacked me first and I retaliated in the name of self-defence."

"Self-defence my arse! I knew Kotomine was up to something when he told me about you being a Master."

"W-Wait!" The red-haired teen exclaimed in confusion. "Sean is a Master? D-Do we have to attack him?"

"Considering that the tsundere attacked me first, I reckon there isn't much doubt about it," I replied with a tired sigh, but I soon realized that I had failed to satisfy the redhead's doubts.

"B-But why? I thought that we- I mean, we're students from the same school, why do we need to-"

The girl turned to look at her ally in shock and I felt the need to grin at the fact that their united front was collapsing this suddenly and without much of a reason behind it.

"Sean-niichan, can you stop it?" I blinked, turning down to see a pout adorning Illya's face for a moment, urging me to remove my hands from little girl's ears.

She sighed in relief at the compliance and nodded. "Also since last time you helped me, I wanted to invite you for dinner.. maybe today?"

I tensed up a little bit. "I actually have two dummies living at my home right now, I can't… actually leave them alone for too long."

The girl deflated at that response, but I resumed with my headpatting.

"But I reckon that tomorrow I will be having lunch at some nice people's house," I suggested quietly. "If you want, you can join. I'm sure they wouldn't mind-"

"And don't just ignore us, Graham!" Rin returned with some more annoyance. "We're not done yet."

I sighed. "Look Rin, I… I really don't care."

… "What?!"

"I really don't want to deal with this," I repeated. "I mean, have you seen Shirou's Servant? She had some massive troubles fighting Berserker."

The blonde tensed up a little at becoming subject of almost everyone's sight. Looking away and appearing quite annoyed at being mentioned in such a fashion.

"Plus, from my understanding you're a Master too and… your Servant wasn't helping Shirou's," I pointed out with some confusion. "Why's that? Are they the flashy kind of morons that just jump when they have the chance of appearing cool'?"

"He's..." The Tohsaka's attempt to retort my comment died by her lips, her face sporting a brief blush about it. "H-He's busy."

"I think she just can't control her Servant," Illya suggested with a smug smile. "In fact, I think she was trying to call him to join, but he refused."

...That's just sad.

"I-It's not true," Rin stammered a little at the accusation and I sighed at that, restraining myself from shaking my head at the disappointing situation.

Truly, I would've expected much more from the tsundere, perhaps more steel to command her rebellious Servant.

"I suppose this battle is well over?" I asked Illya first, drawing a quick nod and a little yawn from her. "And I reckon that you should need some rest… Saber."

The blonde tensed up in surprise once again, this time her eyes widening in shock at me mentioning her class name.

"Really Shirou, keeping her class name as the real one might convince Taiga… but like, another Master can easily see that you're a Master from that detail being broadcasted so easily."

The young Emiya blushed at being called out over this big flaw on his Servant's cover. With Rin deigning him with a sigh before shaking her head in utter defeat.

"I will accept this truce," She conceded angrily. "But don't expect for me to just forget about-! Hey, where are you two going?"

"Sean-niichan promised me to help walk back home!" Illya replied happily. "And it's getting quite late, so we're going."

She waved her hand over her head. "Bye Oniichan, bye Tohsaka-baka."

Before the older girl had a chance to reply at that insult, the little Einzbern grasped at my hand and pulled me away and towards the proper way to reach the castle.

Giggling away with such a mirthful manner, I couldn't help myself but chuckle too at how silly the situation had escalated and… we were gone.

"It seems that Graham-kun has a good relationship with the Lesser Grail," The priest commented with a dull tone.

The church was quiet as only him and the King of Heroes were occupying the main room, with the rest of the daily functions having already ceased an hour or so earlier.

Gilgamesh didn't react to this news at first, with his mind taken by something else away from this matter as Kirei continued to admire from afar with an amused glint in his eyes the whole chaotic scene.

The irritation of his 'apprentice' being outsmarted so terribly, and the utter confusion perceived by the young Emiya as he tended at his still-injured Servant.

But the former ruler of Uruk wasn't concerned by both, as his mind was trying to make sense as to why his clairvoyance was failing to see these events unfolding before-hand.

This was concerning to a fair degree, but also interesting as it was slowly elevating the importance that the Master of Assassin had over the Holy Grail War- no, the rest of the world.

A unique piece that the King of Heroes couldn't help but be endeared by as he pondered over the eventuality of making him his Master.

The exquisite input of Prana, the flexibility of their relationship- all these details would only favor the Golden Archer to actually pursue an adequate match with his Saber.

A pity that the blonde heroine had been summoned by such an annoying individual, the mere presence of this young man within the multiverse would always see him paired one against the other.

The original against the faux copy. How infuriating.

Perhaps removing him would fix things? He could see Tokiomi's heiress actually be a good Master.

And by 'good', he was thinking incapable of stopping a proper fight between him and the fellow King.

She would still end up his, there was no doubt about it- and yet he was worried.

So much worried about the odd uneasiness developing from the lack of knowledge over the future of one Sean Graham.

Something had changed since their last encounter and… he was unsure truly of what truly it was.

"Is there something that troubles you, my liege?" Kotomine ultimately inquired, his intrigue over the silence of the former Archer drawing a curious reaction out of him.

Red eyes burned dangerously at the implication advanced, silencing the priest early on with just a simple glare from him.

Yet the King of Heroes sighed as he dropped his now empty, golden cup, his eyes showing now conflicting thoughts over everything happening in this War.

"I had expected for that Mongrel to at least not encounter her in such a situation, but now they are going to be foes in the grand war," He mused quietly, ignoring the presence of a witness so close. "But I do find fascinating that the cur had decided to mix his fate with that meat doll with so few, unconscious actions."

Kirei nodded. "Indeed. For some reasons I find it nostalgic, similar to the previous war… and yet not."

The King blinked, curiosity dancing in his embers.

"Is that so?" He inquired placidly. "You want to compare the mongrel to that mutt that was Kiritsugu Emiya, Kirei?"

The curiosity morphed into a slow-paced challenging tone.

"Do you wish to attack him?" The blond pressed on with a mix of intrigue and irritation. "Because I remind you that I consider you less important than him, and I will strike you down if you slight me with this."

The Kotomine bowed carefully and closed his eyes at those words.

"Accept the apologies of this shameful servant, my liege."

Gilgamesh scoffed and looked away, returning to think how this interesting battle will end.

Maybe there was something similar to Kiritsugu within that foolish human but there was also... something else.

Something of old, something unique.

The King concluded by shrugging at this oddity.

After all he had more than enough time thanks to the War to find more about this little secret of the mongrel.

Once I was done helping Illya by escorting back to her home, I proceeded to make my hasty return back home with a couple of thoughts rising up to my mind.

My greatest hope was that Bazett and Lancer hadn't done anything that could've worsened their current standing within my house.

While my alliance with the redhead was very limited and strained, I still wanted to keep some friendly attachment to someone that seemed to be well-versed in this kind of messes.

The young woman seems to have a degree of awareness related to the dangers of this conflict that not only was helpful to have to deal with, but it also offered some relief in the fact that I wasn't exactly in the worst situation possible as I had long suspected.

I knew the identity of four of the six other Masters of the Holy Grail War. I befriended two of them, or at least I was in friendly relations with those, and I knew of the two other individuals tend to usually work in this kind of situations.

I had some plans to make Rin's life difficult about this instance, knowing that she was far more dangerous than Shirou and easier to actually kick out of the competition with enough pressure.

Despite the fact that she had some strong motivation to be fighting in this war, the girl wasn't as strong-willed as she wished to appear, nor as neat and careful as she would usually do during the school days.

Given proper issues, the young Tohsaka was meant to collapse in her own efforts of success.

Still, my current worry was still directed at a certain Irish Woman and, just as I walked inside my house and closed the main door behind me, I gave a quick look at the living room.

Having folded her jacket by the couch, the redhead was currently investing much of her attention in studying individually numerous gem-like rocks that had been put idle on the small wood table in front of the sofa.

Her Servant was grumbling and huffing while seemingly engraving some strange letters in each and every bright stone by the table.

"We're back," I finally muttered, drawing Bazett's attention as the woman nodded.

"Welcome back."

I hummed quietly as I took a couple of steps toward the table to study the rocks.

"What's going on here?" I inquired quietly, drawing a sigh from Lancer.

"Making some runes for Master," Cu Chulainn answered with some annoyance. "I mean, I can see the logic of making contingencies, but this is reminding me way too much of my training with… her."

I blinked at that comment. "Her?"

"The only magic teacher he had was Scathach-" Bazett tried to mention, only to be interrupted by a nervous spandex-wearing moron.

"It's- don't mention her name."

"Why are you even scared of this 'Scathach'?" I questioned with some confusion. "It's not like she's still around to give you trouble."

…

"Wait, you mean to tell me that-"

"She is still alive, aye," He confirmed with a slow nod. "But she has confined herself to her own fief after a little while I died, the Land of Shadows."

"That sounds rather… tragic?" I guessed, only for him to tense up for a moment and… sigh.

"She was a good teacher. Stern, very vengeful, but overall someone that had a strongly good moral over the world," Lancer started to explain. "But she did some 'early mistakes', or at least she said something along those lines, that got her embroiled in a situation in which she can no longer find death."

That's actually pretty bad. I mean, I can imagine that living eternally could be fun up until a century or two of wasting time around, but after that it would tend to be quite unnerving if not self-annoying.

And that is while also ignoring the whole 'relatives and friends dying so soon for you'.

"And you mean that she just sealed herself off?" I pressed a little more. "I mean, there has to be something she could do there instead of just."

"I've visited the Land just twice in my lifetime and… it was pretty barren back then. I reckon it could be worse now."

"So she just… lives here alone and without anything to do… like that?" I asked for more, but the young man shook his head.

"Don't go down this path. Shinso is hardly someone that cares about pity, in fact I think she would despise it if you said something like this to her," Lancer admitted. "Also, I don't want to see you both met. I can already see some ugly scenario coming out of it and… that makes my worries of opening any portal to that quite-"

"You can create entrances to the Land of Shadows?" Bazett jumped in with some surprise. "I thought that as a Lancer you wouldn't have been able to-"

"Just as I can produce runes with these gems," The spandex-guy interrupted with a nod. "I can also make a portal that leads there, yes."

That was actually interesting to know considering how everything in this War could go wrong and… that information was saved in my mind as something that could come handy in some heated predicaments.

"That's interesting- and I see that you've cleaned up the kitchen's mess."

Lancer groaned while Bazett merely nodded distractedly at the news.

"By the way, tomorrow I will be having lunch at a friend's house, so I will not be-"

"You're leaving your house once more to my Master?" Cu Chulainn interrupted confusedly. "Are you sure this is wise?"

The redhead tensed up and glared up at her Servant, while I merely frowned at this reply.

"Care to elaborate?"

"I didn't do anything-"

"Let's just say that her initiative to prepare runes comes from the fact that-"

"I will use a Command Seal if you-"

"What did you do?" I turned my attention at the redhead, interjecting her little threat. She flinched at the question.

"I… I just took a peek at your room."

"More like she got a full look of your little arsenal and-"

"Don't-"

"Continue," I demanded from Lancer. "What did she do."

He hesitated for a moment, his stare alternating between me and his Master… but then he sighed.

"She used your PC."

…

Oh.

"That is… really bad," I commented slowly. "How much have you seen through the web-"

"Actually, she stuck at the internal files," The spandex-guy continued to explain much to his Master's growing embarrassment. "In fact, I'm surprised you have stored so much of that-"

"Don't!" The redhead finally snapped. "I will not allow this to continue from there. Let's just say that I will no longer snoop around your room-"

"Because you've already done that?" I concluded for her, feeling quite annoyed by this discovery.

The woman had decided to break that little rule and check on my room, search around for clues and then using my PC… and finding something embarrassing.

I really didn't want to bring that very last detail up as I had a fair idea of what she was talking about, but I really didn't need to see that kind of conversation shape up.

"Please, explain to me why did you feel need to goddamn fish around my room when I remember asking you to not to?" I inquired with an incensed tone.

She sighed. "I was-"

"Bored-"

"You know, I'm getting pissed at having this kind of conversation devolving like this, spandex-guy," I snapped at the Servant. The man frowned at the nickname, but I quickly continued. "I understand the teasing, but I really want to talk with your Master about this serious topic without having to deal with this back and forth."

There was silence for a couple of seconds after that, and then I returned my attention to the woman.

She was tense for some time, but ultimately she conceded some words after a long sigh.

"I wanted to see if there was anything I should've been worrying about your helpfulness," The redhead confessed with some hesitation. "I've already seen how much 'helpful' Kirei had been and-"

"And you looked into my PC without asking my permission."

…

"Oh, I'm angry. I really am. I can see the logic behind this action, but I'm pissed at the fact that you went behind my back for that," I continued with a stern tone. "I would've shown you my room with some supervision, and perhaps you wouldn't have ended up having to see my stash."

She blushed again at the mere mentioning of the reason why there was an embarrassing note in this instance. She wasn't regretting having snooping around in general, she just was grimacing the fact she found that very bit in her little investigation.

"It's not like she lost anything from that discovery," Lancer commented distractedly, continuing with his activity of engraving the remaining untouched gems. "In fact, I remember her using her USB to-"

"Enough," I facepalmed softly at that, feeling like I was digging in quite a lot of messes at once with this discussion. "I don't need this."

"What's wrong with a lady agreeing at what you find lovely?" The Servant mirthfully added. "In fact, I see it as a reason to bond even more out of this and-"

"I will use all my command seals to see you killed in the most gruesome and humiliating way, Lancer," Bazett interrupted with a cold tone, her eyes directed at the floor as her face was now ashen-looking from that very development. "It will be so brutal and-"

"I will be… taking a shower now," I commented quietly. "A long, cold one to wash away this… situation."

"If it isn't asking too much, I will pick the next turn once you're done."

I merely nodded, feeling my brain going numb at the conversation I was just subjected about.

I tried to shift my focus away from that topic, and yet the thought persisted even when I reached for the door handle of the bathroom.

Master.

I blinked, pausing there with a frown.

Yes?

I was thinking that we could spend some time training before dinner. You would need some preparation with your new endeavor in Magecraft and the use of guns.

I nodded silently and I took a step inside the room, incredibly unsure about how I was supposed to deal with the novelties I've discovered just today.

Hopefully, this predicament with Bazett will not escalate any further from this embarrassing point.

AN

Oh my, to think that-

Actually, considering how lonely the woman is, I wonder if she ever… had some issues about that.

But let's not wonder over the curious cases that were just alluded in the VN. Time to shift our focus right into the next parts!

Fun Fact 15: Bazett might or might not have some limited but comprehensive knowledge of how a PC works.

Fun Fact 16: She never had a boyfriend before.

[ZA WARUDO: OVER CHAPTERU OMAKE!]

Omake 4: Summoning Issue (Emiya Combo 4)

Suggested by: Tazamz

I really hate mornings- and no, I'm not referring about standard issues about these.

While I found it rather problematic that Kuro had decided to optimally sleep right beside me, tightly squeezing against me because of how small was the bed, and even worse the fact that Illya had thought it smart to join in with the notion of actually preventing any bad situation from happening from there, this wasn't my real problem.

No, I was… having quite the problematic discussion with someone I had forgotten to have around the house since yesterday.

Someone that was supposed to be staying on the couch as her wounds hadn't healed properly just yet, with Irisviel having taken the burden of keeping an attentive watch over her recovery.

Assassin's tone had initially sounded like a worrying alarm, in fact I literally jumped off my bed when I first heard his words loudly enter my mind, with both of the twins yelping in surprise at the sudden action I had gone for.

Falling off the bed, I was subsequently bashed around by two annoyed little girls trying to make sense about what just happened and I spent a couple of moments trying apologize for the sudden wake up.

With my eyes wide open after what just happened, I quickly recollected my memories of what had happened yesterday, my legs wobbling toward the doorstep of my room as I rushed downstairs with both Illya and Kuro in hot pursuit.

The masked Servant had continued to explain the situation, that something was happening within the living room and that it required my direct presence. There was no further detailing over 'what' exactly was going on, only that I needed to be there.

Which was worrying, annoying, and not the fright I needed to endure so early in the morning.

I spared just a glance to my watch, a curse rushing out of my lips as I tried to make sense of why that red-haired woman was now awake at three in the morning!

I was furious, so much that my face had turned a light-red shade while I marched towards the room where the chaos was originating from.

I paused completely when I finally entered the room and I was graced with quite the absurd scene.

My eyes widened again, this time letting me display the full-fledged confusion I was brewing within my chest as I finally got sight over the insane predicament.

Assassin was standing by the corner of the room, now approaching me with an annoyed look as I slowly took a couple of steps closer to the situation, while Lancer silently kept looking at his Master as she continued to bawl loudly and somewhat pathetically while drowning her face in Iri's chest.

The white-haired woman was giving a patient and kind smile while patting the hair of the crying redhead, ignoring the state of undress her 'ward' was currently into. The Master of Lancer just had her partially unbuttoned shirt and her underwear on, making the entire scene quite odd.

I frowned at the insane sight- and then I felt Assassin grasp tightly at my shoulders.

"Master, please- remove that woman from my wife..."

"You..." I paused, my tongue clicking by my teeth. "You woke me up for this."

The Servant didn't reply, but soon both of his daughters arrived behind me with some of their own confusion.

"Uh? What is going on with- M-Mama?"

"Oh, Illya-chan, Kuro-chan," The woman greeted happily her daughters, then she looked at me and nodded. "Sean-kun."

Just as she finished with her greeting, the redhead tensed up in her hold and turned her head to glance at the 'intruders'.

Her eyes quickly scanned both the twins, skipping directly to me as she settled for a while as she slowly let go of the lovely mother and-

Lunged towards me.

…

Panicking at the sight, I let out a half yelp, her weight making me trip backward and straight to the floor.

I expected this to be an attack, something that urged me to react promptly when she resumed with her bawling right onto my shirt.

"T-Thank you!"

Her mouth drowned into my chest, the woman tightly grasping at me as if her life depended on it. Which technically was the case considering that this house is mine and I took her in, but still-

"Uh-"

I glanced at Irisviel, she merely smiled. "She needs a hug."

I can see that, I really can- but why me?!

"How does that one feel, Oniichan~?" Kuro inquired smugly. "Don't you love to offer support to poor maiden with considerable issues?"

I frowned at Chloe, the tanned girl smiling giddily back at my follow-up snorting.

But yes, I could feel her press her chest onto mine quite desperately and I could easily perceive the pressure she was exerting.

My face grew redder the more this awkward escalation continued, and while I wanted to break free from that cumbersome circumstance, the woman had a completely opposite thought to this.

Her arms were tightly pressing for the hug, ignoring my minor discomfort over this as she selfishly clinged at my form.

I started to panic a little, knowing that none of my Servants was actually going to help with this situation.

Heck, Illya barely looked interesting with this matter, seemingly staring at the scene with a sheepish expression.

Et tu, Illya-chan.

But just as I thought that the situation couldn't have gone worse than this, I soon noticed a pair of strange features appear atop her head.

I blinked, trying to understand why there were now a pair of cat ears were doing atop of the woman's head, just like there was now a tail coming from below her shirt, moving up upward.

She looked up, her eyes seemingly gaining some slits like a feline, some tears still rolling of her cheeks as her lips parted and-

"Nyah~."

I shivered a little at the adorable sight and… I heard muffled giggles coming from a hovering Mystic Code.

Ruby looked giddy about 'doing something great', while I looked immensely shocked at the cute but horrifying situation.

I felt something wet ran across my chin and I saw Bazett's face closing up on mine, finally snapping me by the shocking development as I glared at the kaleidostick with a fury.

G-GODDAMMIT RUBY!

AN

Neko Bazett? Oddly enough those two words bring some warm memories… but why?

Still, I might switch off this Omake series for something a little funnier and oneshot-y.

Fun Fact 17: Bazett was planned to appear in Tsukihime 2. Surprisingly enough, I can't see her work well in the Tsukihime-verse.

Fun Fact 18: Sean Graham's birthday is December 31th.

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