First Day 14

You lost yourself in your work, and didn't know how long passed. But, once you were done enhancing all of the functions of Sakura's body to levels beyond even yours boys and jump starting the healing ability of her body to much higher degrees, you got to work on the worm corpses.

You moulded Sakura's insides, bit by bit, forcing them to consume the Crest Worms within her. Each Crest Worm was like a magic circuit in of themselves, not as high quality as Sakura's own magic circuits that you could grasp, and she had many of them, more even than yourself, though not quite as great quality wise as yours.

Forty Three Crest Worms were subsumed by her body and taken in, moulded themselves and broken down until only the shape they left behind remained.

It was honestly quite like the artificial nerve circuits you had given to your boys, but at a larger scale. The quality of each worm turned artificial circuit, became about half of the output of Sakura's normal circuits, and each one making the changes to her body take root ever deeper.

When Sakura awoke and fully recovered, she would have a body far beyond human limitations and have a prana output that almost rivalled your own.

But finally, it was done, and you stood up dusting off your hands, and as you did, you noticed your face was dripping with sweat, "..Hmm, a bit of a harder job than I thought." you mused.

"..Harder? Do you mean you failed?" Rider asked, and you turned your head to look over your shoulder at her, her hands clenched tightly to her sides, while Medea watched on impassively.

Or so you assumed, since all you could see was the lower half of her face and lips with those robes of hers.

You snorted, "No, as if I would fail," you retorted, how absurd, "It just took a little bit more effort and energy to convert the worms into artificial circuits, really Rider, you should already be feeling the increased amount of prana coming from her."

Her hands relaxed, but the beautiful servant of the mount wasn't one to not retort, "Forgive me for not monitoring such a change when I was worrying over her health," she snorted, "Besides, the amount of mana I received from her after you dumped so much semen in her made it hard to notice."

You opened your mouth, and paused, then nodded, "..Point." you gave her that win.

"How scandalous master," Caster laughed lightly, pressing a palm to her lips, "The youth of these days are so very promiscuous."

"...He does put the gods lust to shame," Rider nodded in agreement, "He's a filthy one, a lustful beast through and through. It's a wonder he has not tried to bed the pair of us as well." despite her words though, there was a smile on her lips.

It seemed someone was quite happy now that you had fulfilled your promise. Sasuga Rider.

You palmed your forehead, before running your hand through your sweaty hair, "Sate, sate sate," you shook your head, turning to face the pair of servants with an inviting smile, "Is that truly all you think of me? Have my good actions and charity, my all encompassing love not woo'd you? How cold hearted." you joked.

A pair of purple eyebrows rose up over the blindfold Rider was wearing, but other than that, she didn't reply.

"I'm afraid it will take a little bit more than some sweet talk and helping some random girl I've never even exchanged words with to charm me Master." Caster helpfully pointed out.

"Sounds like a challenge," your smile turned into a grin, before shaking your head, "But, enough of that for now, what's important is Sakura is fine. Rider, you should take her to the main house, just ask any of my boys and they'll direct you to my room. Lay her in my bed and have the boys guarding the room hook up the drips that will be there for her, she'll need them to help recover quickly."

"Alright," Rider nodded, stepping passed you into the magic circle to gently heft Sakura up into her arms. As she stepped passed you though, she hesitated for a brief moment, "Thank you for keeping your word." she dipped her head lightly, before continuing on and leaving your work ship to do as she was told.

As she left Caster quirked her lips at you, "How magnanimous of you master," she stepped up to you, words coming out in a purr and pressing a delicate gloved hand to your chest, "By helping that girl you've practically charmed Rider, it's not hard to see how much she cares for the girl."

You gently caught her wrist, stopping her hand as it began to stroke your chest, and as you did, you noticed that her robes, torn and bloodied before, had become immaculate, "True, though keep in mind I hadn't even known Sakura had summoned a servant yet," you replied, to make sure she understood that. You were straightforward and truthful with what you wanted after all, "Sakura, like you is a gem of a girl. One who's life has been a tragedy as great if not greater than your own. One who I intend to see has a life she can enjoy to the fullest from now on."

Those lovely blue lips twisted down into a frown, "All that...just for a girl you truly only spoke with tonight according to Rider." she commented.

You shrugged, a self deprecating smile appearing on your lips, one you didn't often let appear, "You weren't wrong when you called me mad," you replied, "I am incarnation. Both my Element and Origin are Growth. I simply think on a different realm from other humans."

Her lips dropped wide open before her shoulders slumped a bit and she reached up with her free hand stroking your cheek, "Ah, that makes sense," her lips twisted once again into a sad smile, "You truly are mad, aren't you?"

"No," you shook your head, your deprecating smile turning bright and full of life and vigour, "I once was. But as I told you earlier. There is a fine line between madness and genius, and I've already stepped over that line, all that awaits me is the limitless."

It wasn't often you got to go all philosophical like this. Yours boys, despite your fondness for them and the enhancements you'd given them, could never understand your aspirations. The thing that fuelled your hedonistic desires.

And you had stepped over that line when you ripped the head off of the neck of that old perverted master of yours and tasted your true strength and freedom for the very first time.

"I see, you really did mean every word you said?" Caster mused and stepped back from you, her lips becoming a beautiful, joyful even smile. She clicked her fingers and her hood disappeared, and the cloak around her disappearing to reveal her face and body to you.

A gorgeous beauty met your eyes, with looks that could rival a goddess easily. You could see why Aphrodite cursed her in spite. With curves that could match Rider in proportion, large round perky breasts stretching out the leotard she wore under her robes, with thigh high purple tights that trailed from her feet up to her deliciously full and tender thighs.

And her face? It was art itself. Glimmering purple gems for eyes and shimmering lilac blue hair that fell to midback with a single braid on each side of her head.

"Again, I am Medea of Colchis," she introduced herself once again, smiling beautifully at you, "It's a pleasure to be working with you master."

No, the pleasure was all yours. She should know by how hard it was for you to close your gaping mouth.

A giggle left Caster's lovely blue painted lips at your reaction and she stepped forward to poke your chin with a slim index finger and gently close your mouth, "Come now Master, we can't have that," she spoke, lips curving impishly, "It wouldn't do to let the flies in now, would it?"

You worked your jaw for a moment and just stared, before, a chuckle escaped you, "No, can't have that," you agreed, "I was just stunned by your beauty for a moment."

"Well, muscle headed buffoon that you are, you at least have good taste," Caster nodded approvingly, stepping back and crossing her arms behind her back, "But we can speak of you drooling over my beauty like a neanderthal another time, there is something I'd much rather hear of, and before even that, you have something important to take care of, no?"

"And they both would be?" you raised an eyebrow at her, interested yourself.

"Well, you need to summon a servant for one, and then properly contract with me," the indigo haired beauty pointed out, and you blinked as you remembered, that yes, you did indeed need to do that, you'd forgotten for a moment being caught up in the moment, "The other, well, you said you wanted to surpass the gods themselves did you not? I'm very interested in how you plan to go about that."

"Well going in to what I'm going to do to get stronger can wait, it's not something I can really go after right now," you replied, before thinking. Actually, with servants themselves as back up to bolster your already amazing strength, it may just a good time to pursue some of the lesser options you were planning on, "I'll let you know later, for now, let's just go summon my servant."

With that said, you began making your way out of the workshop.

"Well, I can wait, for now." Caster hummed and followed behind you.

Once outside the workshop, you wasted no time. Caster took space up a few paces behinds you while you stopped in front of the blood drawn summoning circle painted with your own life giving liquid.

You rose your hand into the air and activated all of your circuits, drawing upon your utmost maximum prana output, "Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg," you began, and moments later the area was cast in a crimson red glow as the magic circle lit up, "The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate."

The red glow alighting the magic circle drifted up, forming into a small churning gust of red winds that began to circle lazily, but bit by bit, pick up speed and rotate faster and faster.

"Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce." your very voice echoed with power as you chanted, the command seals moved to your chest flaring and burning atop your skin.

"Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword. In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer," you commanded, the winds of magic energy reaching a crescendo and looking like a billowing raging bonfire of crimson power, "Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead! You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ――― !"

The world flashed with red power and blotted out all else, and for a moment, all you knew was red.

But then you felt it, a connection, like that of with a familiar searing itself into your brain, your very soul.

"Hoh?" as voice echoed through the red light and a moment later, it died down completely, and a woman stood before you in the middle of your summoning circle that faintly glowed with red embers, "This is unexpected, but I can't say not an interesting turn of events, boy." crimson red eyes stared into your own, judging your worth.

You did not back down, instead, you stared right back into those eyes and took in the woman. A tall, curvaceous beauty with long dark plum hair clad in a full incredibly tight black bodysuit that looked as if it had been woven with shadow, in her hands, she carried twin crimson red spears that even in a casual emitted a thick bloodlust that you would be hard pressed to not notice.

"I come from the Land of Shadows, my name is Scathach," she introduced herself. Unlike Rider and Caster, her voice was not at all sensuous or pleasant, but more of a harsh cold timber that brokered no argument, "I suppose I should call you master?"

Her crimson red eyes spared a glance over your shoulder at Caster, before passing by her completely as if your other servant was of no interest at all, "I suppose you should, Lancer." you smirked.

Scathach huh? You didn't know much about the legend of the Witch of Dun Scaith, but what little you did painted her as a powerful one. The teacher of the demigod Cu Chulainn, Ireland's Child of Light and his better in combat.

Considering Cu Chulainn was said to be a close contender for the same kind of fighting ability as the legendary Greek Hero Herakles, well, you were quite okay with this.