A Man's DxD
Resolve 1: Enter the Man and his Servants
(Clock Tower)
Unknown Year
By a small encased room of London's Clock Tower laid a young man, having his body balled in the corner, his blue eyes were glowing vibrantly, his breathing was too unsteady, his fair skin and short rich brown messy hair was drenched in sweat.
He wore a black shirt, a pair of blue denim jeans, an armored chestplate on his chest, carved with glowing runes that kept its effects activated without needing any prana, his jeans were given armor pads, his forearms were covered in leather that reached his hands, but kept his fingers exposed, the top part of the gauntlet were given a metal plate, a grey coat covered the majority of his body with a pair of steel tipped combat boots.
By the other corner of the room laid an old man, having grey hair and a beard, a pair of red eyes that inspected the young man with curiosity. "So...you know what you are and why you're here, right?"
The young man began to slow his breathing before swallowing his saliva to maintain his sanity. "Yes…" He answered with certainty.
"Then, you know what you're charged with after all these years?" The man nodded once again. "Why did you want to do all of those...horrible things?"
"...Is saving others considered a horrible thing?" The young man asked, the old man raised his eyebrow.
"What if it is considered horrible?" The old man asked rhetorically.
"Then I would still do it…" The young man answered with a more silent tone.
That answer peaked the old man's curiosity even further. "What's your name, boy?"
"Liam...Project Lethal Independent Assassin, variant Monster...that's where my name comes from…" The man, Liam answered.
"Liam...seems fitting, so you're a homunculus." The old man evaluated, the man gathering his courage, merely smiled tiredly at the man before shaking his head.
"No...I'm a Bio-engineered weapon, designed, manufactured, bred and ordered to do the dirty work." Liam corrected. "I'm a Designer Baby created to end lives and not save them."
"Yet, you saved a lot of good people. Spared lives, I can see why they tried to kill you off." Liam merely nodded in his own amusement. "Alright, I got a decision for you to make. Maybe it's unwise for me, but you deserve a second choice. After all, I have never seen a Designer Baby outlived its estimated lifespan by a few miles."
"...What is that choice though?" Liam tilted his head as the man merely chuckled.
"You can stay here where you'll rot or you can go to another universe and try to live there with a type of magic that I can provide you with, considering Alaya doesn't exist there?" The man bargained.
Liam was caught a silent moment before he spoke. "Where's the catch?"
"You'll be living within the ranks of Devils, Angels and Fallen Angels. It's not like this world, but hey! You got a second chance to redeem yourself."
"...Who really are you?" Liam questioned with a pair of suspicious eyes.
"I'm Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg. The bearer of the Second True Magic, Kaleidoscope. I've been observing you for a while and I've gotta admit, you are one magnificent bastard, the second man I know that tries to be a Hero. But you aren't a Hero of Justice, are you?" Liam smiled at that question as he shook his head.
"I only do what seems to be the right thing to do...that's all I got…" He chuckled at his own behavior as he looked at himself. "An old soul, cursed to be a puppet on strings...whatever did I do in my past life to receive this much of a curse? And whenever I tried to kill myself...something always stops death from snatching out of the world of the living…"
"You're one special kid, I can tell you that much. So, what's your choice?"
"...I'd rather live a life where I can be free of these imaginary strings that sometimes forces me to do what I don't wanna do...I want to be free, can you promise me that in my second life?" Liam asked with a hopeful look.
"...I can, but I can't send you there with what you are now, minor changes would happen along the way, chances in the new world would be that you'll be forced as a servant or something worse, will that be okay?" The magus asked, the man had a wide smile.
"I...at least have choices and have no strings on me right?" Zelretch smirked before he nodded. "Then, that's good enough for me."
Truly...he was a fascinating Designer Baby. "Then, off you go I guess…" The young man, who was branded as a Freelancer, Mercenary with a kind heart, a Vigilante and the Hero of the People was sent into a World where he knows naught off.
"Master? Oi, Master?" Liam squinted his eyes as he blocked a ray of light that glared upon his closed eyes. He began to slowly open his eyes before he was met by the sight of a beautiful woman with wine-red hair, pale skin with a pretty curvaceous body, blood red eyes, a pretty youthful face, while wearing a purple and pale-ish violet bodysuit with black markings all over it, they were all fastened by buttons and buckles of violet, a pair of lavender steel shoulderguards with a pair of high heels. "Get up, already. It's noon."
"Uhhhhh…" Liam stared on to the woman before realizing his current situation. "S-Sorry!" He quickly got up before he looked around, the two were in a living room of a house, Liam lying down on the sofa. "W-Where am I?"
"Hmmm, well, I guess you are genuinely as confused as I am, so you don't know where we are right now?" She asked as the man merely shook his head slowly.
"W-Wait, what did you call me?" Liam asked slowly.
"Master. Why?" The woman asked with a pair of narrowing eyes. "Don't tell me that you don't know about the Summoning Ritual." The man shook his head in response. "That damn old wretch...when I see him again, he'll be sorry for dragging me into this…"
A silent moment came across the two as Liam coughed up. "Ummm, I'm Liam…" The man introduced himself with an awkward smile.
"Servant of the Spear, Lancer. Scáthach of Dún Scáith, you are my Master, correct?" Liam gave a look of uncertainty. "Do you have seals on your left hand?" Liam raised an eyebrow before he looked at his gloved left hand.
He reached out and removed his gauntlet from his forearm, revealing a dreaded and scarred forearm with the left hand having a burnt mark, on top of it however laid a trio of command seals, one was shaped as a dragon's head, neck and its wings being forged together, the second was a skull that had a hood that covered its eye holes, only revealing the bony teeth and cheeks of the skull, the last was a long poled weapon, the infamous weapon of the Grim Reaper,a Scythe with a pair of skeletal hands holding it by the middle and near the blade.
"Is this...enough proof?" Liam asked with an uncertain voice, Lancer smirked as she nodded.
"That'll suffice. What shall we do, Master?" Liam looked with uncertainty before he covered his forearm with the gauntlet.
"We'll have to get information. But on a sidenote…" Liam gave out a sheepish look to the Servant. "Can you teach me about Servants and being a Master?" He asked with a hopeful look. Despite his appearance, Lancer can only muse on how of an oddball her new Master is.
"So, I'm...I think I'm good with the lessons…" Liam said as he looked at Scáthach's explanation that was written on a blackboard that the living room had. "So these Command Seals...have absolute command on Servants?"
"Yes, they act as a safeguard. There are Masters, who often order their Servants to kill themselves if the Servants proved too much for them." Scáthach explained further, Liam on the other hand was looking pretty terrified.
"S-So, knowing that...will you kill me?" Lancer blinked at her Master before shaking her head in dismay.
"No, for all I know you're unwilling to be a Master and have no ill intent after I told you about the Command Seals." Scáthach smiled upon her Master, who let out a sigh of relief. "It's good to see that my Master still retains his virginity and decency."
"Ahahaha…" Liam laughed nervously. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Sometimes, Scáthach needs to remember that her Master is also a dense fool in some senses. "Umm, Scáthach-san?"
"Nevermind that, Master. It's nearly night now…" Liam blinked once, twice, thrice before he got pulled back to reality.
"EHHHHHHH!? How long was that lesson!?" Liam yelled in disbelief.
"Approximately around seven hours, we have gotten a break to eat lunch and luckily we got some frozen food to cook." Lancer shrugged. "It's best for you to go sleep in your room, Master."
"Chotto-Chotto...You take the bedroom and I'll take the sofa. How about that?" The Servant of the Lance gave a look of annoyance.
"No, I'll-"
"Lancer-san, don't make me use a Command Seal for this kind of thing…" Lancer scoffed as she doubted her Master. "By this Command Seal…"
'I will not cave…' Scáthach thought as her Master continued the chant.
"I order you, Scáthach, the Servant of the Lance…to-"
'I will not cave!'
'I-I...caved…?' Liam was sleeping comfortably on his sofa, Lancer sneaked out of her Master's-well, her room apparently...and accompanied her Master. Truly, her Master was an odd one if she was to call him anything. 'Why?' She gave herself an inspection, what part of her Master made her caved and lost to him without the help of anything?
Liam moved in discomfort as he grabbed the pillow he used and hugged it. Lancer mused to herself before she lifted her Master's head and sat on the sofa and let his head on her lap. He smiled softly as he snuggled in. Lancer traced her finger through his hair before looking at his worn out coat that was placed on the armchair's headrest.
She needed to learn more about her Master…
What made him this stubborn at life that he must force her to comfort herself and put himself in the least comfortable item in the living space. She felt the fatigue of the day. It felt foreign and alien to the female warrior. She had been supplied a large sum of prana by her Master, yet she felt fatigued and tired.
Shrugging the feeling off, she drifted asleep where she had a smile on her face.
"Hngggg…" Liam grouchily opened his eyes before he met the sights of his Servant, sitting on the sofa, having her lap acting as his pillow for the night. He blinked in surprise before he sprung up. "S-Scáthach-san!?"
"Mattaku, Master…" Scáthach muttered out with a sleepy tone. "Keep it down."
"B-But…" The Servant smiled at him before she caressed his cheek.
"Hush. What time is it?"
"...I don't know to be honest…" Liam scratched the back of his head. "And didn't I tell you to sleep on the bed?"
"And leave you here alone? I don't think so, Master." Scáthach shook her head with a light-hearted smile.
"So, what to do…" Liam got up as he scratched his hair. "We don't have school...and I'm currently a bit too old for school…"
"Or we could open up our own café." Scáthach offered, Liam looked at her with a very much overreacting look of astonishment.
"That's a wonderful idea! Now, the question is where do we get the money…"
"I think I can help you with that." A voice came out as Liam yelped and held onto Scáthach. "Oh, well I didn't knew that you two were lovers." The voice spoke in an awkward tone.
"Who...are you? Or rather where are you?" Liam asked as a man in robes walked out of the shadows of the stairs. "How the hell do you get so sneaky?"
"I'm an Assassin-Class Servant. I have Presence Concealment, don't tell me you don't know." The man deadpanned, he wore a white robe, having distinct red accents by the collar and the lower parts of the robe, a red sash by the waist with an iron emblem of sorts, a leather shoulderguard placed on the left, having an additional white cloth and a silver gauntlet on the left forearm. On his lip however laid a single vertical scar. "Ezio Auditore da Firenze, at your service, Master."
"Wait, Ezio? As in the Assassin from the game, Assassin's Creed?" Liam asked with a curious look.
"Hmm, you could say that, while I am fictional, I am real right now. In the flesh, or rather as you, magi call it. Mana or prana." Ezio shrugged.
"Master." Scáthach called out, Liam turned to the woman, who looked curiously onto the left hand, Liam again opened it to reveal...the command seal expanding in form. Having six seals, the dragon's head and neck were still one, but a major part of the torso was exposed making another seal, while the wing expanded its sail, turning itself into a seal. The Grim Reaper had his hood and skull as one seal, the Reaper, however had his torso revealed making it a seal with the Scythe it brought being a seal as well. "It seems...he is your Servant as well…"
"The hell...didn't you tell me I can only summon one Servant?" Liam asked with incredulity.
"Yes...but it seems I was deemed wrong by this…"
"Yes, as much as I hate to barge in, are you two lovey doveys going to be hugging each other?" The two realized that they were still hugging before they broke the hug.
"Do not speak of this. Ever again." Scáthach threatened, the Assassin held his hands in surrender.
"Alright, just don't kill me off." He chuckled. "Now, Master. What's our first objective?"
"Find a place to set up?" Liam asked with an uncertain tone.
"He's an oddball, ain't he?" Ezio questioned the Lancer, who nodded.
"Unfortunately, yes." Scáthach mused with a shake of her head.
"What are you two talking about?"
"Nothing." The two answered in unison, Liam still had his perceptions low as he sighed.
"Alright, first plan. How about we fix this place up first?" The three looked around to find the basically whole place trashed. "Anyone up for cleansing this place up? Dibs on the vacuum cleaner!"
The Master then swooped to the cleaning storage, leaving the two Servants alone, chuckling to theirselves, their Master sure is weird. "Help! HELP ME! THE VACUUM CLEANER'S TRYING TO KILL ME!"
And surely has one of the worst luck stats amongst them with a really hilarious accident following him.
"I think that's the last of them…" Ezio wiped the sweat of his face, the two Servants were both in their casual outfit, Scáthach wore a white sweater that highlighted her curvaceous body, a pair of short jeans, a pair of black stockings with a pair of high-heeled black shoes. Her hair was tied into a ponytail.
Ezio on the other hand wore a white buttoned-up shirt, a pair of beige slacks, a pair of formal shoes and a pair of gloves, his hair was tied into a small ponytail with his thin beard covering his chin and merged with his mustache.
"You really need to shave that beard off, Assassin." Scáthach frowned as Ezio merely rubbed his beard.
"Yeah, I think this is getting a little too out-of-hand…" Ezio commented. "I'll try and shave it off and maybe have a haircut, since y'know…"
"Long-hairs don't suit most men…" Scáthach mused as she looked around the living room. "I think we did a good job…"
"Hey guys! Oh sorry, Scáthach-san and Ezio-san! Ummm, I've finished the attic and the rooms! Should we move some things from here and there just to add comfort?" Both Heroic Spirits blinked at the statement, finished the rooms and the attic? They just finished this living room that wasn't even that big to be honest and Liam finished off the upper-floor and the rooms?
Geez, that Master is going to be one heck of a cleaner if he's summoned as a Servant and he'll be a literal one, while being used in combat as well…
"I think we're good for now." Scáthach called out. "Now you can get your own room!"
"Then where will Ezio-san sleep!?" Scáthach gave the Assassin a 'Told ya so' look before she yelled back.
"The sofa, Master."
"B-But that's my spot!" Liam blabbered out as the two Servants can't help, but chuckle at their Master. "Until I get everyone their own rooms, I'm sticking to it!"
"He's a good hearted man, sadly too stubborn." Ezio commented to which Scáthach nodded her head.
"That's what makes him my Master. I have to teach him how not to be too much of a selfless man." The Lancer smiled. "It's for his own good after all."
"I'm still here, y'know?" Liam idly spoke up.
"Hmm, yeah, I can see that being taught to him. Question is where are we getting the money for the café…" The two Servants continued to ignored Liam's presence as a tick mark appeared by the man's head.
"I thought you can help us with that." The Queen gave a frown to which the man replied with a nervous chuckle.
"I lied."
"Typical men…"
"I'M STILL HERE!"
Liam was out looking for jobs. He had decent experience, though they were all at cooking. How hard could it be finding jobs in a city? Sorry, town. He told his two Servants not to follow him, while he was out.
Seriously, both of them could be a little pushy when it comes to his safety. He had his outfit from before. Heavily designed on an Assassin's outfit from Assassin's Creed, it was from there, did Liam began to work on his gauntlets to provide weapons, while looking unsuspicious.
Speaking of weapons...he had a dagger that he could use, an FN Five-Seven pistol. It was 5.7mm caliber gun, firing assault rifle rounds. It was one of the most lethal guns he could find along with a .500 Smith and Wesson magnum revolver. They were all hidden, the reason why he wore a jacket...to conceal the weapons, to be honest, he's well orientated with climates, so blending in with the temperature isn't as hard as a normal human doing the same.
He looked around before he saw a bar, which was offering a job as a bartender. Liam stared at it for a while, thinking. He had done cocktails and worked with alcohols, perfecting some recipes, while he also experimented and ended up nearly killing some people, who tried them. All he could do was point out that they tried it and that he said that it was dangerous and it was a risky chance for a possible death occurrence.
Shrugging, he entered the bar. It was...weird to say the least. He felt strange presences, non-humans were occupying this place. He was a bio-weapon after all and detecting the supernatural was one of his abilities that he possessed within his hall of other skills, but not identifying, there were too much varieties of species that he'd have to remember and remembering scents and presences of other beings isn't his skills.
He looked around, the furnitures were...sturdy and exotic he could tell. But it was nothing against the wide variety of alcohols displayed in front of him. "Like what you see?" A man in his twenties asked, having black hair with golden bangs, violet eyes that were observing him with an average build and a black goatee.
"Umm, quite? I'm Liam. I'm trying to find a job and...uhhh, I just ended up here…" The man looked curiously at him.
"You don't look that old, but who am I kidding, try and give bartending a shot." The man smiled at him. The young man merely took up a bottle of tonic water and a bottle of gin. He got a chilled glass cup with ice, poured a fair amount of gin and then added a certain amount of tonic water into it. He added lime juice before he stirred it and finally garnished it with lime wedge. The man looked cryptically at the drink. "That's...a simple recipe…" He gave the drink a shot before downing it and giving out a breath of fresh air after he downed it. "That's good...really good, better than I expected."
"I kinda have some experience with cocktails...so am I in?"
"Are you in-Of course, you are in! This is a great drink, so what time are you free?"
"Uhhh, I'm not a school boy, so...every day? Maybe certain times and things, I'm trying to gather money to help feed me and my...friends you could say…" Liam cringed as the man nodded.
"Yeah, I think I can do that. You trying to open a café?"
"...Surprisingly...yes...how...did you know?"
"Call it a gut feeling, kid." The man grinned. "Name's Azazel. So, how about turning this place from an old bar into a full-blown café that also serves alcohol? Sound good?" Liam thought about the offer.
"...What's the catch?" He asked, the man blinked before laughing.
"Yeah...you make those for cocktails for me whenever I come by. How's that sound?"
Liam blinked and thought about it for a moment. It sounded like a fairly off-sided deal. "That's it? Nothing else?"
"Yup, I can never get bored of your cocktails. It is a good deal nonetheless, also I'll ask a few favors now and then, how bout that?" Azazel smiled at the Master of Servants.
"I guess it's a good deal…" He scratched the back of his head in nervousness. "Then...deal I guess…"
"Excellent! We'll be redecorating this place into a full-blown café in a day's time!" Azazel laughed as Liam chuckled nervously. This indeed is a really weird universe.
Liam reached the old flat building of his. Seems to him that Zelretch actually had contracted it for him and his servants. The possibilities of him being responsible for his Servants slowly grew and grew. He used one of the key duplicates that was given to him to open the door to the store. "Tadaima!'
"Okairi, Master." Scáthach smiled upon the man as she gave him a quick nod. "How's the hiring?"
Liam scratched the back of his head, he's been freelancing all his life and this is the one of the few times he actually worked as something that doesn't relate to killing. "Well, as absurd as it sounds, some guy just offered me a place to open the café…"
"Wait what?" Ezio asked as he stopped by and ate a piece of cake that was left on the fridge. "You mean he gave you a place?"
"...Yes, and do note not to eat, while walking or talking. I don't want to clean things up…" Liam deadpanned, the Assassin chuckled before he left to go to the table.
"Liam." Scáthach said in a stern manner before she gestured him to speak with her privately. "We have something to discuss."
"O-Okay…" The two got to her supposed room as she sat by her bed. "What is it, Lancer-san?"
"From yesterday…" She gave out a saddened look towards him. "Who really are you? You can't be fully human."
Liam blinked as he rubbed the back of his head before chuckling. "In a sense...I'm not human, but from the looks of it, I am one…" He smiled as he looked at his glowing magic circuits of his right hand. "I'm a Designer Baby, so it's normal for you to sense that I'm not entirely human."
Scáthach gave a look of pity and sympathy for the man, who smiled at her. "Don't pity me, Lancer-san, but I kinda have the gist of your wish if this was a Holy Grail War however…" Liam gave out a look of a smile to the woman. "It's to find someone to end your life, is it not?" The Lancer stayed silent as she looked at the man, who still smiled at her.
"...Indeed, it is, Master…"
"Again…" Liam gave out a frown. "It's Liam. Master's more like being called a Master of Slaves...I don't do that. I kill Slavers, that's one of the things I usually do." He rubbed the back of his head. "So, that's all huh?"
"...For now, yes, thank you for the time, Mast-Liam...is that the right term?" The Lady of the Shadows asked.
"Well, yes…" He coughed before he gave up a smile. "If you need anything, my doors are always open."
"What doors?" She gave out a confused stare. An awkward silence ensued as Liam blankly stared at her.
"Ummm, it's an expression...means like...I'm always ears if you need me…" Liam stated comically before he let out a nervous chuckle. "I kinda forget that Servants are from the past and won't know of a lot of expressions and such. Just call me if you need me, Lancer-san." Liam then exited the room before closing the door behind him.
"Have a little talk there, Master?" The Master jumped a little as he finds Ezio standing by the hall with his back against the wall.
"Y-Yeah, how long have you been there?" He asked as Ezio smiled curtly at the Master.
"From the start, don't worry, puberty's gonna hit you anytime soon." Ezio the dismissed himself as Liam balled his hands.
"That happened a long time ago…" He sighed to himself before he went downstairs and got to the living room. There was an old box-television that looked very much antique and much more of a vintage object.
"Well...no harm on tinkering a vintage object that's pretty useless around this house." A sadistic grin came into the man's face as he took out a toolbox from the attic.
"So...Master…" Ezio called the man as the two still looked up to the LED Television with a twenty inch flat screen. "Care to explain how you made...that?"
"...I have no idea, Assassin-san…" Liam still flabbergasted at his own work.
"Well, now we know that we don't need to hire someone to repair things." He patted his master's shoulder.
"Now, I beg the question why in the heaven going to hell am I having a pair of Servants? I mean…"
"That's something I want to know. There are no dangers whatsoever around here." The Assassin-class Servant shook his head.
"Ya wanna go out and scout for me?" Assassin shrugged.
"Sure, it's a lot better than being here…" The servant turned into his astral form in a blink of a flash.
"And so...what time is it?" Liam twitched his eyes as the clock had its short arrow in between the number '10' and '11' and the longer arrow on the number '6' at night. "God damn, time goes faster...I swear there's a spell behind all this."
Liam couldn't help, but yawn as he dropped onto his sofa. He opened up his gauntlets and threw them by the floor, taking off his coat and placed it on the sofa's headrest. There lied a necklace of iron shaped like a cross. "I missed you…" He held the necklace's cross before he drifted off to sleep.
Scáthach merely gave her Master a look of pity as she stood by the staircase's doorway to the bedrooms.
"Master…Master, wake up."
"Twenty more minutes, Lancer-san…" Liam groggily flailed his hand before a sigh came into his ear. Next thing he knew was a hot slap of pain crossing his cheek. "OOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW…"
Liam quickly got up as he looked at the female Servant. "What was that for!?"
"Someone wishes to see you." Liam got an 'Oh, hell naw' look on his face as he twitched his eyes, Scáthach merely smirked as she was unable to hold back her amusement.
Before his eyes was a woman...she looked pretty young, she wore a green dress with the torso part being colored in black with golden ornaments, she had a black short skirt below her vast green dress with a pair of black stockings that also acted as boots that concealed her thighs with her skin being fair with a pair of gloves that covered her forearm's skin. Her hair was a trio of colors consisting of green on her bangs, yellow coming down before turning white. Her emerald green eyes merely gave off a glare to the man. But the most notable features were her ears...her golden cat ears on her head with a cat tail.
She mumbled quietly as she tugged her arms in a cross with her gaze looking in another direction, she sighed as she looked up to the man. "Servant Archer, I have answered thou's call, Master."
Scáthach smiled to her master before he sighed and looked onto his left hand and surprise surprise…
Actually it's a big surprise. The command seals began to crowd over to his forearm, having the dragon's head separated from the neck and torso, causing both to turn into two seals, the wing still acting as one. The Grim Reaper had his fair share, having his whole body turned into six sections, his skull and hood still remained, his torso was split in two, because of the scythe's presence, the lower torso was turned into two as the legs of the Grim Reaper acted as two command seals. "Holy mother Mary, mother of God…"
"Thou has a dirty mouth, shame upon thou." The Archer frowned.
"...Well, I mean...ehehehe…" Liam rubbed the back of his head. "So...you are…?"
"Archer, Servant of the Bow, but yes, the name is Atalanta. I am to serve thou." Atalanta slightly bowed.
"Hmmm, considering the thought I think it'll be the other way around…" the Lancer gave out a sly smirk onto her Master.
"W-What's that supposed to mean?"
"You'll end up serving your Servants in daily life." Scáthach smiled upon her Master's terrified face.
"I don't wanna lose my virginity yet." He stated with an absolute resolving look. "Now can I go back to sofa?"
"You mean go back to bed?" Scáthach asked the man, who gestured the sofa comically. "Ah, yes. I forgot about you sleeping on the sofa…"
Atalanta gave a skeptical look onto her Master before he sighed. Taking a remote control, he turned the Television on. "What is this manner of sorcery?" She asked as she looked at the colorful moving pictures.
"It's technology." Liam answered as he changed channels. "I'm starting to wonder where the hell Assassin is."
"Probably he's with the women. Or a stripper's club." Liam blinked before he sighed.
"Should I use a Command Seal to stop him from doing lewd things?"
"I doubt it would work." The Lancer scoffed.
"Does telepathy works?" The lady of the Land of Shadows shrugged. "Assassin, where are you?"
"I'm still gathering information, I haven't found much yet."
"You sure you aren't going to a stripper's club?"
"What the-Master, do you have no faith in me?" The Assassin asked his Master.
"Speaking technicality, no, I have. But speaking bluntly, yes, I have no faith in you whatsoever." The Assassin can only murmur his complaints before he responded.
"Alright, I'm heading back." He then cut of the connection.
"Liam…" Said man turned to the spearwoman, who had a grin strapped on her face. "Have I told you of how stupidly amusing your words are?"
"Um...no." Liam merely answered before he looked at the time. "I'm going to...yeah, see the café. See you girls later."
"Truly he is a unique one, isn't he?" Atalanta asked the older looking woman.
"Indeed, he is. Now, let's find you a set of clothing to blend you in the public."
"Is it necessary?" Atalanta tilted her head.
"If you don't want our Master to get caught then yes." Scáthach gave out a look of a smiling devil. "Now, come along. He's been buying clothes here and there just for the sake of his servants, since we need them."
Atalanta can only look in annoyance, she sighed as the two then went upstairs as the doors opened to reveal Assassin in his casual outfit. "Master!? I'm back! Where the hell is my damn Master?"
"Alright, can I be honest, Azazel-san?" Liam asked as Azazel stood besides him.
"Yes, my dear Liam?"
"This is not what I have in mind when you said 'Full-Blown café', but it's at least no blown up, I guess…" Liam shrugged as the whole bar was exchanged by a more child-friendly atmosphere, there were a lot of sofa and table combos that fitted four people, a few round tables with umbrellas on the outside with a pair of chairs, a few inside square tables for two and some with four chairs. The wood used was noticeably either birch or oak, both with really high quality.
The chairs had a light blue cushion on top of them, the ones outside had a leather cushion and the umbrellas were white with a red on the top and middle of the umbrellas making out the Japanese flag type of umbrella. The sofas were either blue or white on either side of the table. The old dusty bar was exchanged with a more regal and exotic looking long bar with an aplite slab covering the whole entirety of the bar table and the support columns were made out white marble. The chairs that used to be the old stools looked like the same stools except that the frame was made of jet black steel with white round cushions on top of them. The whole shelf was filled with types of coffees and basically...yeah, some of them had the alcohol, bastard didn't really remove them all on display.
"How much did you spend on all this?" Liam asked as the man shrugged.
"Ehhh, not too much, that's what matters. Just gimme a shot of tonic gin like yesterday. I gotta have one more taste of it." Liam gave up a deadpan look on the adult before sighing.
"So, I'll be doing this all alone?"
"Oh no, I got people, but I know you have some Servants of your own." The man then gave out a grin. "Magus-kun."
Liam gave out a serious and killing intent look at the man and pulled out his .500 Wesson Revolver and aimed it towards the man in a split second. "Who really are you?"
"Oohhhh, I never thought that you'd bring toys. Modern toys...is that a silver bullet loaded?" The man asked with a gleeful tone.
"It is. What is your business however…?"
"I'm being requested a favor by Zelretch, know the guy? White beard. White hair. Trollish look. You ever see that guy?"
"...Yes…" Liam sighed as he put away his gun. "S-Sorry...I just get a little...touchy when I get exposed...you shouldn't have done that." Liam said with a bitter tone.
"You're no stranger to killing, are you, kid?" Azazel asked with a questioning look. Liam can only look upon his gauntlets and unsheathed a pair of bloodied hidden blades.
"No, I'm no stranger, in fact killing...is my partner in most times. Death is...not far from me." Liam admitted. "So, what do you know from Zelretch-san?"
"You are a Designer Baby. You are not designed for...general purposes...you were born to...kill. Well, you did kill people, but as far as the man knows...you're a good man, both physically and mentally. You often broke orders, compromised, but when they want a substitute, they can't outright replace you, they need to challenge you with another candidate and every match that you were matched with, you outright murder every single one of the issued replacements in both brutality, efficiency and endurance to take hits and slices. You are a unique one he said. That's all I heard from him, he's been wanting to give you a normal life and is currently...doing politics on your status. The magi on your world really outdone themselves if they think you are nothing, but a tool. Y'know that?" Azazel asked as Liam gave up a tear on his cheek.
"Heh...I guess...my life isn't really that useless then huh?"
"No, but for now, let's just run this business. I've been asked to take care of you. And I'll let you know this, Kuoh is under the territory of both Gremory and Sitri Clans. You better be careful if you don't want to get caught and turned into a Peerage member." Liam's heart dropped as he began to shiver.
"I never thought this would be a thing…" Liam rubbed his temples. "But that aside...I'll be preparing tomorrow's Soft Opening…" The young man began to work his way to the bar before he took up a chilled ice-filled glass and poured in some gin and then some tonic water before adding in lime juice before stirred it and garnished it with a lime wedge. He then got another ceramic cup before he added a small amount of hot water and added in some lemon tea instant package before stirring it and added in cold water with some ice.
He brought the two cups to a table for two before he sat in front of the man, who grinned as he took the cup of alcohol. "To the café?"
"To the café, bottoms up." The two then bumped their cups before downing their drinks.
"Oh God, that hit the spot." Azazel laughed. "You really would be a good butler if you were one, Lee. No doubt you would be so good that they'll make you a Queen for it."
"But I don't wanna be a puppet, so yeah. There's that." He took a sip of his tea. "Sometimes...Instant packet beats original. Gotta love em for being so quick to make."
"Haha! You got that right, but not for alcohol! They're best served as they are!" Azazel and Liam laughed as the doorbell rang.
"Wait wha-"
"Excuse me, Master." Atalanta came in, wearing a green shirt with a yellow coat, a knee-length skirt with a pair of bows covering her cat ears with a pair of high heels and a pair of black framed glasses "But I noticed that thou has been away for a while."
"Yeah...I'm just being hired by this guy, so...business...I need money if I wanna survive here." Atalanta sighed at the man.
"I understand, Master, but thou should be weary of the people around you." Atalanta warned, Liam felt a shiver up his spine.
"D-Duly noted, Atalanta-san." The Servant nodded before she looked around. "I suppose you need some help running this store? Ezio knows his brew and Scáthach can serve."
"Ahahaha, Ezio-san, yes. Scáthach-san? I'm not so sure." Azazel laughed as he downed his drink.
"Not a few days and old man has dropped three Servants for you, huh? That old man sure knows taste."
"Thou shalt not try anything, unless thou wants a pair of broken hands." Atalanta warned with a pair of glaring eyes.
"Tsundere?"
"I met her just now, she's nice. But yeah...I got no say on her." Liam shrugged.
"Master, thou know how to make tea?" Atalanta asked as she placed her right hand on her hip.
"I know one better than that." Liam sipped his tea. "Apple tea." And from that time on, Azazel knows that Liam can simply pull the heartstrings of each Servants that Liam was given.
Atalanta sipped her apple tea as Liam washed the cups. "Seriously, you two think I should be serving mostly tea or add coffees and ice blends into the menu?"
"Tea is thee only concern for me and thou must respect it." Atalanta formally addressed before Azazel chided in.
"I'm here for the alcohols, not those."
"Sometimes you two are useless." Liam mused before he continued washing before setting both glasses of both glass and ceramic to dry. He got a pencil before he took out a notepad. "Tea, what do we got?"
"Apple Tea, Jasmine Tea, Green Tea, Black Tea, Lemon Tea, Infused Tea and as far as I'm concerned passion fruit tea, why is that a thing, Master?" Atalanta asked with her usual accent.
"Because it is a thing, Atalanta-san. And do note me as Liam for the sake of our secrecy." Liam deadpanned as he wrote the list.
"Forgive thy, Mast...Liam-kun. But that does not answer me question."
"Some questions are best not to be answered, Atalanta-san." Liam argued before he scribbled a few names for the café. "Name for the café?"
"Hmmm, no clue." Scribbles were heard until Liam realized what it actually meant.
"No clue!?"
"Yeah, but let's come up with something, we're in a corner of the street." Azazel offered. "Liam's Corner?"
Liam blinked before giving the man a blank stare. "Dame dame." He shook his hand side to side in denial. "Too revealing."
"Apple Corner?" Atalanta suggested.
"Doesn't sound nice…"
"Ocean Corner?"
"Sounds more like a bar than a café."
"Yeah...I guess so."
"Dream Corner?" Atalanta asked before the two males gave her a look.
"Dream Corner?" Liam repeated before Azazel nodded.
"Dream Corner it is then." Liam gave the chaste huntress a smile and a thumbs up before the door opened again.
"Ummm, this store isn't open yet…" Liam blankly stated as two familiar people sighed at him.
"You know you can't just say that to your Servants, now can you, Liam?" Scáthach asked with a chuckle.
"I did not volunteer to clarify. Lancer brought me here." Assassin held his hands up, the old man laughed.
"You got a pair of nice women in your hands apparently. Good for you!" Azazel laughed, while Liam had a sweatdrop on his head.
"Well...yes...but-" Azazel was quickly pinned down by the casual looking Lancer, who pinned him with a barbed red spear onto the wall behind him, making a decent sized crack "Ano, Scáthach-san, is that necessary?"
"Yes." The Lancer gave up her answer as she looked at the man. "Can you seal your mouth shut of all the perverted thoughts?"
"Completely sealed." Azazel gestured his hand and pulled the imaginary zipper across his mouth. Satsified, the lady of the Shadow Land dismissed the spear that turned into a mist of red particles. "I'll say, you got a nice lady as a servant, the Immortal Witch nonetheless."
"Well...hehehe…" Liam chuckled nervously, while looking embarrassed as he scratched the back of his head. "Thanks..I guess."
Azazel looked onto the crack before flicking his hand and refilled the crack with magic. "That should deal with that. So, Liam-kun, do you have any magical talents?"
"Well...I'm not too keen on using prana…but…" He focused his hand before the circuits glowed blue. "Reinforcement's what I usually use to kill people and such."
"I'm disappointed with you, Liam." Scáthach shook her head in disappointment.
"It's not like its practical or anything, I just do things the old fashion style." Liam sighed at his Servant. "Mattaku…"
"But she does have a point, Liam." Ezio pointed out. "Best you learn some new trick, otherwise you'll get torn apart."
"True…"
"Then I shalt teach him with the bow." Atalanta sighed, Liam gave up another sweatdrop.
"Wait...this isn't so necessary for me." Liam held his hand out to deny the trainings.
"I don't think that's an option for you, Master…" The Lancer chuckled before she looked around. "So this is the café…"
"Eeyes…"
"Have you decided on the name?"
"Eeyes…"
"Have you decided the menu?"
"...Partially?" Liam winced as he got uncomfortable with the situation. "Gomenasai…"
"Stop apologizing for something that's not your fault…" The Lancer sighed as the other two Sercants looked at the two.
"They're acting more like lovers than servant and master." Atalanta whispered to the Assassin.
"Well, Liam does think Servants more like friends than they are as tools." Atalanta blinked before looking at the man. "He thinks that you are his equal and that he wants you to see him as his equal and not his subordinate. That's what I believe when I saw him."
"...Equal…" Atalanta let out a smile to the man.
"Which reminds me." The Assassin looked back to see alcohol being displayed by the shelf. "I need to get some cocktails."
"Is now the best time?" The Archer asked with an annoyed look.
"Every time's alcohol time, you see?" Ezio smiled before he took a bottle of gin and opened its cap before downing it.
"All men are jerks…" Atalanta grumbled.
Liam sighed as he got his back on the sofa before he snored away, sleeping soundily. The three Servants looked in amusement upon their Master. "He really is an immature child, isn't he?" Atalanta asked, Scáthach sighed.
"Not all the time." She spoke in a cryptid manner before she left for her room. "If you need I'm in my room."
Just call me if you need me, Lancer.
Why did he act like that time? He acted mature, kind and caring...was there a side-effect of him being transported here? She swears to God, if she finds that damn troll, she'll squeeze every bit of information regarding Liam out of his living crap.
She walked into her room before noticing that the whole room was re-decorated. Red walls, a queen-sized bed with purple sheets, a pair of pillows with a purple pillow placed in the middle and front of the other two. Her closet was fully furnished with white birch wood, her floor was actually polished to the point the dark oak actually looked like it was glossed over, a purple carpet being place around the bed, a damn table with a mirror with a pair of drawers to store her personal belongings, on top of the table was a card reading, 'SORRY! I ACCIDENTALLY RUINED THE ROOM! I TRIED FIXING IT! FORGIVE ME!'
Truly...her Master was the only Master she needed after this...how much trials did he faced to actually get to his current position? How much sanity did he lose that he became so childish? There were many questions and not enough answers. She can hear the muffled voice of Assassin being excited by the walls by a redecoration of his own room, which was next to hers. Why did he do this?
It was the Servant, who should serve the Master, but it seemed that…
She'll have to find out another day, she took the card and placed it on to the mirror with a piece of sticky adhesive that glued it in place. She gave out a genuine smile before she realized the condition of her Master outside. Did she really deserve this? No. But...for some unknown reason, Liam thinks she does...that is if the thought was accurate. She walked out of her room before going downstairs, his Master still sleeping on the wretched sofa that was there for the whole three days they were in Kuoh.
She went down the stairs before she caressed her Master's cheek and did the same as before, she lifted the head of her Master, and gently sat down by his side. His head placed on top of her thighs. He snuggled like before with a content smile curving on his lips. She had to get him a room. She needed to get him a room, what kind of Servant lets his or her Master sleep outside in the coldness all by himself?
Was this...how he has been living for his whole life? Scáthach rubbed her hand against Liam's cheek, coarse skin. She looked at his forearms, charred and burnt the Seals still glowing red as it began to expand to allow another three seals to grow in order to summon another Servant. She looked upon his body before she opened his shirt slowly, instead of a clean muscle toned body, she found a body filled with burns, scars, stabs and gunshot wounds. Each could have ended his life, but...he kept on living…
Her Master suffered hell. This...might be the only place he could call home and paradise. Even if it was a wretched, old sofa that he has to sleep on and no more clothes to keep him clean. The clothes looked dirty, scarred through countless battles. It was his Mystic Code, however. She frowned before giving a faint smile, whispering into his ears. "Sleep well, Master...no...Liam."
The Servant of the Lance then slowly shut her eyes as the Master merely snuggled in his sleep. "Night...Scáthach-san…"
"Scáthach-san?" Liam tilted his head as he sat on the kitchen's chair. "Is something the matter?"
"Yes...there is, Master…" The woman responded as she looked at her Master.
"Ano...you can still call me, Liam, Scáthach-san."
"But-"
"No buts, alright?" Liam smiled at his Servant. The Servant merely nodded her head in discontent.
"You're too selfless…"
"Is...that a bad thing?" Scáthach merely nodded to her Master.
"Please try and not waste resources on us, Servants, Liam-sama."
"Please drop the sama, Liam is already enough." He smiled at the Lancer.
"I don't think you are understanding me, Liam."
"Understand...what exactly?"
"You're serving your Servants!" She snapped, causing Liam to flinch. "I'm...I'm sorry, Liam." The woman apologized as she looked down in embarrassment and shame.
"...You have nothing to apologize for, Lancer." What?
What...is wrong with him? What is wrong with her Master?
"I just snapped at you, it's...un...desirable or even…blasphemy to a Master. I'd thought you'd understand."
"Mattaku, Scáthach-san...I thought we are already clear. You are my Servant, you are my equal. When we fight, I fight alongside you, is that clear?" Liam asked the warrior woman with a light smile. "And by equal, we're on equal grounds, you snap at me...it's fine by me. I don't really...mind…" He stayed quiet for a few while. "Is...Is that why you're mad at me? Did I...do something-"
Scáthach stood up as she approached her Master, forcing him to get up and hugged him. "No, you're not at fault, Liam. It's me, who's at fault…" Liam merely felt the warm feeling from her body before he hugged her back.
"...Then...I forgive you…just...stop pitying me, I'm already able to fend for myself. It's just that...I've never know what a family would be like…" Scáthach widened her eyes. "And...I want to be the best Master and brother figure to my Servants...is that too much to ask for? Since...it feels like I'm doing something right after a long time…"
The woman clinged onto her Master tighter before she let out a tear of happiness...she finally has a place...a place where she can forever be happy. A place...she can call home finally…
Scáthach spoke her words. "Liam...thank you...for everything." Indeed, he was nothing more of a Master. He was a guardian, who sacrifices himself for others. A brand known as the 'Hero of the People' was befitting for a man with a big heart and a sense of righteousness.
"You're welcome...now can you let go? It kinda hurts…" The woman blushed as she lets go of the man. Four days...and he won her heart...to thaw a heart that has been indulged with darkness…
'I see…' Her heart was never indulged by the shadows, the deaths of her foes. They were only taints, Liam...cleansed them off her heart. She was as human as he is. The Immortal Witch was no more than human as the Hero of the People. "Liam?"
"Yes?"
"Would you care to...take me as your partner?" Liam blinked before he smiled.
"Gladly, Scáthach-san. Oh wow." His attention was quickly diverted to the glowing seals that grew on his right hand. It was a woman with long hair, her head and neck becoming a seal, her torso becoming the other and the left arm with the spear became the last. It was by heart that Scáthach was acknowledged as a part of Liam's soul. "Never seen that before. Looks just like you...and I'll definitely remember it. Now the question still lingers…who the hell is the Servant?"
"Umm, pardon me, is this the right place?" A male voice came in as a young man with blonde hair, fair skin and blue eyes asked. He wore a silver chestplate with blue border lines around it, the armor extended and formed a skirt of silver, there were leather straps that kept most of the armor intact, he wore a blue robe, which sleeves extended to his wrists, his left hand was given a silver gauntlet, his legs were covered by blue skirts that extended to his ankles, his legs were covered in silver armor that reached to his feet and formed his boots. "I am the Servant, Saber. Arthur Pendragon, are you my Master?"
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…
"Can you repeat that last part one more time?" Liam asked with a nervous and grin.
"Umm, sure? Arthur Pendragon, are you my Master?"
"...Hold on one sec." Liam got up before he yelled. "DAMN YOU ZELRETCH!"
And...here I am...with a new fic...
I'm just going to test out how this will be taken by the public, nothing else. Chapter 2 till 3 are completed, but are going a whole lot of inspection and you would also take note that there are no actions whatsoever, there won't be until Chapter 4. Chapter 1 till 3 would be the orientation of the new Faction.
And I realize how fast it is for Liam and Scáthach getting hooked to each other in just one Chapter, which also includes four days of just meeting and talking...but well, I kinda am impatient...
And in other notes...
Here are the stats of the current Servants and their Master.
Liam Cryo:
Type: Designer Baby
Attribute: Human
Nature: Neutral Good often turns into Chaotic Good
Base Genome as a Designer Baby: Human DNA
Stats:
Strength: D+
Endurance: D-
Agility: D+
Mana: C+
Luck: B+
Noble Phantasm: E
Magecraft Known:
Reinforcement: D(B):
Liam has been known to have used Reinforcement as a common tool to reinforce his weapons throughout his works in his former life, though his current life led to the degradation of his skills to use Reinforcement, but nevertheless, his current level of Reinforcement is still deadly enough to let his Reinforced hand to break through pillars of stone unscathed.
Gandr: C ~ A++:
Liam has been utilizing the Gandr Shot as a variation of knocking out guards, while having his own variation of it. Each shot has their own distinct properties, some are lethal. Some are non-lethal. And depending on how they're used each variants have their own use.
Mystic Code Repair: D:
Liam has been known to be able to repair his Mystic Code efficiently throughout his life, although he is unable to repair Mystic Codes that are beyond repair and needs a restoration, which he doesn't have time for, thus he abandons them and make them the only artefacts that can be collected by the society, marking his presence and existence.
Mystic Code Creation: C:
He has been known to create many weapons, while most break, he spends his time working on other weapons and use them till they break before he finds another weapon to use.
Third True Magic?: E ~ EX:
Liam has been able to summon Servants, but for some reason, he was able to summon random Servants that aren't even from the Throne of Heroes, but Liam has no control of it whatsoever, for that, he is unable to summon his Servants or control his magic to summon which Servant he wants or stop using it. Thus, his rank of the magecraft is random.
Skills:
Magic Resistance: D ~ B:
Liam has sustained magical attacks and has began developing a resistance towards magical attacks that hit him, reducing their damage or completely blocking them.
Eternal Arms Mastership: B ~ ?:
Liam has been known to live a harsh life, starting from his first kill, he has been perfecting his own abilities to fight that he felt its more of a walk in the park than a do-or-die situation. All the situations that left him to endure the stress and pressure, it took him a long time, but every deployment there would be massive casualties.
Masters of Many Weapons: D ~ B+:
Liam has been known to adapt through generations and generations, era to era as he learnt the use of each weapon from his deployments.
Dead Eye: C:
Liam has a known ability to have a mastery upon shooting, arrows or bullets, throwing weapons, et cetera. He has been there and tried them, but he favors bullets more than arrows, thus his skills has been lacking in shooting arrows and throwing weapons, while he still favors throwing hatchets and tomahawks when he needs to.
Presence Concealment: E:
While he could execute his targets with his Gandr Shots or his own variation, but he tends to linger upon the very walls where his targets stayed or lived. He has picked up short weapons that are easily concealed, he has been sneaking through places undetected, but he tends to be loud in some occasions, thus his ability to conceal himself sticks at E.
Battle Continuation: E ~ C:
He has been known to keep fighting even when he sustains heavy damage and have been known to drag himself from a battle he couldn't won, but instead draw it and win it by surviving with his regeneration capabilities blocking off his wounds faster.
Advanced Regeneration: E ~ A+(Depending on Situations):
His Passive Ability, the effects of his DNA Mutation and DNA Modification, while they are crude, they were certainly the best out of all the experiments.
Servants(Currently):
Scáthach
Ezio Auditore da Firenze
Atalanta
Arthur Pendragon
Noble Phantasm/Sacred Gear:
To be added
Equipments:
FN Five-Seven Pistol
Smith & Wesson .500 Magnum Revolver
Plain Dagger
Hidden Blades
Scáthach:
Class: Lancer
Type: Living Person
Attribute: Star
Alignment: Neutral Good
Stats:
Strength: B
Endurance: A+
Agility: A+
Mana: C-
Luck: B
Noble Phantasm: A
Skills:
Class:
Magic Resistance: A:
Scáthach was an Immortal Spirit, who has perfected her art in combat, an expert in magecraft and a slayer of many things
Personal:
Primordial Runes: -
Wisdom of the Haunted Ground: A+
God Slayer: B
Noble Phantasm:
Gáe Bolg Alternative - Soaring Spear of Piercing Death: B ~ B+
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 5 - 40
Maximum Number of Targets: 50
Gate of Skye - Gate to the Magical Realm Brimming With Death: A+
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 2 - 50
Maximum Number of Targets: 200
Ezio Auditore da Firenze:
Class: Assassin
Type: Living Person
Attribute: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Stats:
Strength: C
Endurance: B
Agility: A+
Mana: E
Luck: B
Noble Phantasm: C
Skills:
Class:
Presence Concealment: B(A)
Riding: D
Eternal Arms Mastership: D
Personal:
Eye of the Mind(True): A
Hawkeye: B+
Charisma: D
Noble Phantasm:
Romanian Brotherhood - The Call of the Brotherhood: E ~ A
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 1 - 50
Maximum Number of Targets: 500
Hidden Blade - The Artifact of Darius: D
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1 - 3
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Leap of Faith - One's Faith to Leap: E
Type: Anti-Unit(Self)
Range: -
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Atalanta:
Class: Archer
Type: Living Human/Youkai?
Attribute: Earth
Alignment: Neutral Evil soon turned Neutral Good
Stats:
Strength: D+
Endurance: D+
Agility: A
Mana: B+
Luck: C
Noble Phantasm: B
Skills:
Class:
Independent Action: A
Magic Resistance: B
Personal:
Crossing Arcadia: B
Aesthetics of the Last Spurt: C
Calydonian Hunt: A
Noble Phantasm:
Phoebus Catastrophe - The Complaint Message on the Arrow: B
Type: Anti-Army
Range: 2 - 50
Maximum Number of Targets: 500
Agrius Metamorphosis - Boar of Divine Punishment: B+
Type: Anti-Unit(Self)
Range: -
Maximum Number Targets: 1
Arthur Pendragon:
Class: Saber
Type: Living Human
Attribute: Earth
Alignment: Lawful Good
Stats:
Strength: A
Endurance: A+
Agility: B
Mana: B
Luck: B
Noble Phantasm: EX
Skills:
Class:
Magic Resistance: A
Riding: B
Personal:
Mana Burst:
Instinct: A
Gigantic Beast Hunting: A
Noble Phantasm:
Excalibur Proto - Sword of Promised Victory: EX
Type: Unknown
Range: Unknown
Maximum Number of Targets: Unknown
Avalon - The Everdistant Utopia: EX
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 0
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Invisible Air - Barrier of the Wind King: C
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1 -2
Maximum Number of Targets: 1