26 Second Day 11

Lancer, after separating from her masters lovers, carried him through the halls of the mansion, straight to his bedroom.

The second the spear wielding femme fatale deposited her master down on the bed, there was a shimmer of light at her side as Caster appeared, "My my, he did take quite the beating didn't he?" the elven eared magus mused, running a hand over his body, a gentle green light beginning to glow around his body, "He's healing quickly though, he'll probably be back to full health by tonight."

"Indeed, not bad for a modern human." Scathach grunted slightly.

"So, you said he picked a fight with a servant?" Medea asked with a hum, "Did you get a name perhaps?"

"Yes, the little master was all to happy to boast about her servant," Scathach rolled her eyes, "Herakles, you know him if I'm not mistaken."

Medea froze and her eyes widened in shock, her head whipping around as she gaped at the Lancer servant, "Herakles?! He fought Herakles, of all people!?" she knew her master was impressive, but…

"Oh yes, quite the warrior that one, too bad he's been summoned in the Berserker class, such a waste," Scathach snorted, "If not for that God Hand noble phantasm of his that grants him twelve lives, master would have killed him."

"…I see…" Medea threaded her fingers together. That, was a lot to take in. Now she knew the name of the Noble Phantasm of her former companion, the grail was happy to fill her in on the specifics.

What an incredibly powerful ability. As expected of Herakles. From what she could tell, even with her strongest spells, she would have an incredibly hard time in reaping even a single life from afar and she would be ripped apart in close within seconds, a few blows from Herakles would render her comatose really.

The fact her master had fought the son of Zeus in close combat, took multiple hits and yet still managed to claim one of his lives - well, it was really almost a legendary feat.

Knowing Herakles, he would even praise the boy for his abilities.

"Why did you let him fight Herakles?" Medea shook her head and asked, narrowing her eyes at Lancer.

Beyond knowing whom she was and her abilities, she knew nothing of why Lancer was here, why she answered the call. As amazing as her young master was, letting him fight Herakles was foolish.

"I wanted a proper view of where he stood and what I had to work with." Scathach shrugged, uncaring of Medea's narrowed eyes.

"And why is that?" Medea crossed her arms, "You said his desire for growth was what called you to him when he summoned, but what exactly do you mean by that?"

"Curious one aren't you?" Scathach snorted, rolling her eyes, "Very well, I have nothing to hide. What I want is simple, he has the potential to give me what I want."

"…Give you what you want?" Medea blinked, "Why does master need to give it when we will have a grail to wish upon."

"Bah, the grail, as if any true warrior would use that to accomplish their goals, never mind one such as this," Scathach huffed, before glaring at Medea, "If you must know, what I desire, is death."

"Death?" Caster shook her head, thinking for a moment she misheard. She wanted to die? But; "you're already dead, as am I. We're just copies of ourselves on the throne."

"You are maybe," Scathach snorted, "And yes, while I am indeed a clone in a servant container like you, my original self is still alive, stuck unable to move on from this life. Master has the potential to reach a state where he may be able to claim the life of my original self trapped in the Land of Shadows."

What….what!?

'What utter nonsense!' Medea scoffed internally. Summoning a copy of a still living person? The grail wasn't supposed to be able to do that at all!

….But then…

It was only supposed to be able to summon heroes as servants. Villains like herself, despite her legend, should not be able to be summoned.

Medea's eyes widened and her mind ran a mile a minute, 'This is the fifth war, a triggered apocrypha and the grail war has finished four times already, with not one person managing to claim a wish from previous wars.'

There could be no doubt. There was something wrong with the grail!

"Now, if we're done playing twenty questions, can you vacate the room?" Scathach asked, breaking Medea from her thoughts.

"And why should I do that?" Medea huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at the other servant.

While she still had many preparations to complete, among other things, she would quite like to spend some quality time with her master.

"Because while he's unconscious and recovering, I figure it will be a good time to get started on strengthening him," Scathach shrugged, "I plan to tattoo some enhancement runes into his body to make him stronger and increase his natural abilities."

"Tch." Medea clicked her tongue. As much as she'd like to tell her to screw off, she couldn't deny her mastery of rune magic and the benefits it could provide. Not to mention, they would be perfect for her to build on later to enchant upon to enhance her master herself.

And as hardy as her master was, rune tattoo's, were not exactly a pleasant experience. So it was much better for him to get it done while he was out cold as he was now.

Why couldn't this woman just have been some buffoon she could have stationed at a vantage point to guard their territory?

"Fine, but I'll be keeping an eye on you," Medea sighed, before glancing at the side of the bed, "Both of you." she narrowed her eyes pointedly, before teleporting away, returning to her masters worship and where she was expanding her territory creation from.

As soon as she did, there was a shimmer of light beside the bed as Rider appeared and sat down on the soft mattress beside the unconscious master, "My, quite possessive isn't she?" Rider mused.

"Women are drawn to powerful men, servant or not," Scathach didn't even bat an eye as she got down to business and started stripping the unconscious teenager, "As you should well know with how your own master has taken to him."

"Different circumstances," Rider waved her hand casually, refuting her, "Though, I don't deny…he is certainly impressively equipped." she mused, covered eyes going to his lower body as the servant of the spear removed his pants and left him entirely bare.

"He is that," Scathach hummed lightly in agreement, eyeing the soft, limp cock of her master sitting between his legs, "With the size of this, he'll be quite the monster when hard, no? Perhaps I'll take him for a ride myself, it has been a long time for me after all."

Medusa snorted, "Well, I've had a close up call with it when he was fucking Sakura, and it is quite the monster indeed." the servant of the mount replied, subtly shifting her thighs together as she eyed the beast between his legs. A formidable beast if there ever was one.

Despite her tough words earlier, Rider was well aware her master was much more 'sexually' experienced than her, and considering the state she was rendered to from just a short period of time with Kei…

'I should learn to not make bets my body cannot cash out on.' Medusa swallowed. She would obey if Sakura asked her to sleep with the boy, but there was no doubt that the 'mount' that would be getting 'ridden' at that point, would be her.