"Heh! We meet again Father!" The horned knight, Mordred exclaimed as they crossed swords.

"Mordred," Saber spat out the name with intense hatred. "As uncouth as ever."

Blades clashed against blades as the two knights clashed in a dance of iron and steel. Every strike was a blur the the mundane eyes, yet every strike was parried, blocked, and redirected.

Sparks flew in the air as the two continued their rondo of death. A single misstep means defeat. A single err in judgement means death.

This was the beauty of two warriors clashing!

"You see Rhyme? That beautiful dance. So brutish, so elegant! Just looking at it fills me with passion!"

"Indeed Chris! The way they moved looked extremely fun!"

Away from the gaze of others, Rhyme and I was watching everything as we once more drink from our respective cups.

"Tsk. Your as tough as ever Father." Mordred clicked their tongue as they retreated a few steps away.

"You are not my child. You are merely an evil spawn of my wicked sister." Artoria coldly replied.

"Heh," In turn, Mordred's helm disappeared, revealing a face so similar to Saber. "No matter what you say, we are still kin. Now, Let's finish this!"

With a shout, red energy gathered around Mordred's sword, Clarent. Saber did not respond. Instead, she dispelled Invisible Air, showing Excalibur in all it's glory.

She then lifted the sword, as golden motes of light started to rise from the ground.

"Rebellion" The red energy bleed out in a torrent from the silver blade.

"The breath of the planet gathers" The golden lights rises and converge on the golden sword

"Against my Beautiful Father" The torrent of energy churned

"The torrent of light shines" the blade shine with an ethereal light

"Clarent Blood Arthur!" A beam of crimson energy shot forth, decimating everything within it's path!

"EXCALIBUR!" A golden wave poured forth from the golden blade, meeting the crimson torrent.

The two energies battle back and forth, painting the world in gold and crimson. Soon, the golden light was overcome.

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Meanwhile, on another part of the battlefield, a Knight and his previous liege was engaged in a dance of spears.

Both weaved and moved, as if emulating a dance. Sparks occasionally bloom as their spears briefly meet. Then, as if reacting to an unsaid cue, both warriors jumped back, creating a large space between them.

Fionn twirls his spear, Mac An Luin, pointing it at Lancer.

"Well, it seems that you are serving another Lord right now? Let me guess, another woman has fallen for you... a magus, perhaps?"

Diarmuid grimaced. "Unfortunately so."

"Strange. An adequate magus should be able to easily fight off such an influence. It is more likely the case that woman wanted to be in love in the first place to have allowed it."

His friend's words made Diarmuid pause.

"It seems that we both have the fate of trouble with women. Ah, admittedly it is because I am so beautiful that many a tragedy had happened…" Fionn said to him.

"I've almost forgotten how you've been mistaken for a women one too many times." Diarmuid chuckled while reminiscing about the past.

"Quite so. The matter of Grainne, yes, if I hadn't charmed those sisters earlier in my life then perhaps I wouldn't be having so much trouble with women like her."

"What?", Shock and anger flashed on Lancer's visage. "My lord… I ask that you take those words back. What happened then, all the fought is with me not Grainne, please do not besmirch her honor any further."

Fionn's face twisted into a sneer briefly. "Honor? You seem to have mistaken your honor for hers, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the top knight among the Fianna knights! Had it not been for my would-be third wife wanting to run off with you and going so far as to place a Geas on you then we wouldn't have been in this situation."

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"Fionn…" His grip on his spears tightened as his friend continued to lay the blame on his wife.

"I see that you don't agree? A pity then. Ah, if only this war was a contest of beauty! I would have been the victor… I don't know about spearmanship but I believe that I shall not lose easily."

There was no other need for words as Diarmuid's twins spears fought for supremacy against the spear that had killed fallen gods.

Mac An Luin weaved water in between its attacks against Diarmuid in a beautiful manner as if it was a deadly dance.

But Diarmuid was the top knight for a reason, his skill with spears surpassed that of Cu Chulainn despite not being as tenacious as Ireland's Child of Light.

Time seemed to pass quickly as blows reaching up the thousands had been exchanged with Fionn being pushed back slightly.

"It's time we finish this. This is the one blow that has felled gods. Taste it with that body!" Fionn declared as he create a large amount of distance from Diarmuid.

"Mac An-"

The activation of Fionn's Noble Phantasm failed as Gae Dearg penetrated his chest.

"Sorry, my lord. But, for this war I serve a different lord."

Lancer said as he moved to retrieve his spear.

Only for his vision to be engulfed by a crimson light.

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Gilgamesh smiled as he traded blows with this best friend.

Blows upon blows were exchanged, muscles flexing to their utmost limits as one tires to grapple another to the ground.

His armor was long discarded, utterly ruined by the strength of his blows.

"Now Gilgamesh, shall we finish this?" Enkidu asked.

"Heh. I'd like to trade blows with you longer, but if that is what you wish!"

Enkidu's response was a grin as his body glowed gold.

"Lets!"

"Very well!" A portal bloomed beside Archer, from it, a massive key came forth.

Archer took the key and stabbed it into the ground before turning it. The key vanished into motes of light as another golden portal bloomed from where it was stabbed.

From the portal came the first sword that split the heaven and earth.

"O humans" Enkidu's body glowed with intense light

"I speak of genesis! The Elements Coalesce, Amalgamate, and Bring forth the stars that weave all of creation!" The drill like sword rotated within Archer's grasp, crimson energy poured like a waterfall.

"Let us restrain the Gods." Enkidu's body turned into a massive chain as it shot towards the sky.

"Witness!" Archer brought the sword above his head as the crimson energy continues to grow larger.

""ENUMA ELISH!" With a shout, both attacks clashed.

Chain struggled against a torrent of pure destruction.

A few moments later and the crimson torrent won.

Archer didn't manage to say anything as a golden spear struck his heart.

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I could say that everything went exactly as planned.

First, Caster brought them to her own Reality Marble. Then I made illusions of the ones closest to them.

Well, in the case of Berserker, something to stall him.

The servants did exactly what I wanted.

Berserker was fooled to stab Rider. Rider was stalled to be put in position. Saber's Excaliblast annihilated Rider and Berserker. Gilgamesh's Enuma Elish killed Lancer and Saber. And finally, Lancer's throw killed Gilgamesh.

Thus, five of the seven servants are dead.

"Now, wasn't that fun?" I turned towards the masters seated at a long table.

Caster was by my side drinking her own cup of tea.

Kayneth was livid. Waver was quivering in his seat. Kiritsugu and Maia sat up rigidly, their eyes filled with panic.

And Irisviel... Who was writhing in pain.

"Ah, I knew I forgot something."

Yep. I forgot about the Angry Man Jew. The thing that got stuck in the Grail.

"Caster, you can take down the Reality Marble now."

"Okay Master!" The surroundings cracked and broke like a mirror.

The masters were still seated.

"Now, what to do with you." I slowly moved towards Irisviel.

Before I could even get near her, black sludge began to pour out from her body. Without any hesitation, I formed a barrier, isolating the mud from the rest of the world.

"W-w-what is that?!" Waver shrieked.

"That is the product of the Grail. During the Third War, the Einzberns tried to summon the Zoroastrian God of evil. They got the one who was made to bear all the sins of the word. In short, the grail is corrupted. Any wish you make will result in the destruction of humanity."

With my impromptu lesson, the eyes of the present masters widened. Then something tried to poke my neck.

Looking down, I saw a dirk clattering on the ground. And I also forgot about Assassin. I sighed deeply. With a snap of my finger, 99 orbs of light rose to the air and scattered into different directions.

Assassin was Hassan of the Hundred Face. One was killed by Gilgamesh, and now the rest will follow.

Looking back to Irisviel, the Grail has now manifested. Which is weird because it's only supposed to manifest in Either in the Fuyuki Temple, The City Hall, The Hyatt Hotel, or Below Mt. Enzo. And the docks is nowhere near the four.

Then, a slightly crazy idea popped into my head. I craned my neck and looked at Nursery Rhyme.

"Hey Rhyme, have you decided on my offer?"

Nursery Rhyme looked at me before smiling.

"I have chosen. I will follow Chris!"

I smiled. Taking out my queen piece, I moved towards Caster. Under the watchful eyes of the other masters, I pushed my Queen Piece on Nursery Rhyme's chest. Then, a magic circle with my clan crest bloomed under Nursery Rhyme before fading.

"With this, you are now a part of my peerage."

Nursery Rhyme didn't say anything, but she gave me a bone crushing hug.

"O-okay! Rhyme! Air!" I slowly extracted myself away from her.

Then, I turned back to the Grail and the black mud.

"I know you can hear me, and I know you know what I did with Caster. I extend the same offer to you."

The black mud stilled. Then it rushed back to the grail. Smiling, I approached to Golden cup. Taking out a bishop piece, I pushed it inside the barrier and placed it above the cup.

As soon as the Bishop Piece vanished within the cup, a blinding flash of light came from the Grail. When my vision turned to normal, what greeted me was... unexpected.

For there, standing in front of me, is Justeaze in a corrupted Dress of Heaven.

Justeaze Lizrich von Einzbern, the core of the Holy Grail. How?! Where's Avenger?!

Justeaze stretched, causing her assets to bounce.

"Hnnnngg... Glad to have a body back." Justeaze(?) then smiled at me. "What now, master?"

"Now? Now we go home." I opened a portal back to my home dimension.

F*ck.

I'll raid Father's alcohol stash because that did not just happened.