Type-Moon's Card Servants

The Type-Moon Card Servant Author: Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu

[Introduction]

Death was not the end. As he entered the darkness, a light shone, pulling his soul to an unknown world.

"You are? King Arthur?!" Emiya Kiritsugu looked at the maid with black and white hair in front of him in disbelief, his expression extremely shocked, because King Arthur couldn't be a girl!

"So cute!"

Irisviel was surprised by the other party's appearance.

"King Arthur? Me? I'm not King Arthur." The young man with black and white hair slowly opened his eyes, a hint of confusion flashing in them.

Prologue

In a dimly lit room...

A young man with beautiful black and white hair, completely unclothed, was as pure as if he had just been born into this world.

'Me? Why am I sitting here?'

As if something was waiting for him to do, he sat on the bed, staring blankly into the distance.

'Why am I here?'

Sensing that his situation was somewhat strange, he got off the bed and onto the ground. Although he was stepping on the ground, he felt as if he wasn't stepping on anything.

However, now was not the time to dwell on such things. The young man with black and white hair felt that he had a special and important mission to fulfill. He walked towards the door.

It was a simple wooden door. The young man opened it without hesitation.

Outside the door was not what the young man remembered, filled with all sorts of things. Instead, it was pitch black, like the abyss of hell, inspiring fear and despair.

Yet, this young man felt no fear. His gaze remained vacant, not understanding why he was here or why he had opened the door. His body moved as if by instinct. He seemed to hear someone calling him, and his body moved unconsciously.

He wanted to leave here and find the voice calling him.

"You cannot leave here."

Just as the young man was about to leave the room, an unfamiliar female voice echoed within. A girl with red eyes, dressed in a kimono, gazed at the young man quietly.

She appeared in the room like a ghost, though she hadn't been there moments before.

"Who are you?"

The young man looked at the girl in the kimono, her eyes like blood, with some confusion.

For some reason, the young man felt that this red-eyed girl looked familiar, as if he had met her before. However, the voice from outside the door grew stronger, making him ignore that sense of familiarity and prepare to step outside.

"You... are already dead. I'm just here to take you away."

The girl in the kimono looked at the young man calmly and spoke heartlessly. She slowly extended a hand adorned with prayer beads, as if intending to grab the young man.

At that moment, a dull bell chime rang out, causing the girl in the kimono to stop her movement!

Perhaps sensing a threat, the girl in the kimono turned her head towards a certain direction. Her kimono seemed to come alive, displaying countless gorgeous flowers like a kaleidoscope, blocking the blue flames erupting from the ground.

Someone was preventing her from taking the young man.

"..."

Sinister blue flames rose from the shadows, and the dull bell chime rang out again in the darkness.

A green light, like the sun, illuminated the entire room, as if guiding someone to leave this place.

The sound of hooves echoed, and something else seemed to be slowly approaching.

"Could it be?!" The girl in the kimono seemed to understand something. She extended her hand with prayer beads towards the young man, intending to forcibly seize him and leave this boundary between life and death.

Because she could feel that the young man before her was perhaps the person she had been searching for... or rather, a soul needed by some great figure in hell.

At this moment, the young man did not leave the room. Instead, his body emanated a golden light. He watched his dissipating body, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes. What... what was happening to him?

Soon, the young man with black and white hair vanished from the room. The girl in the kimono did not know where he had gone, and a hint of confusion flickered in her emotionless red eyes.

The three figures who had been stealthily approaching now seemed to realize that the target was no longer present and slowly retreated, temporarily leaving the area.

"Little Ai, Little Ai!! Wake up!! Stop sleeping!!"

In a hospital, a green-haired young man was slumped over a hospital bed, crying heartbrokenly. He continuously called out the other person's name, hoping they would open their eyes and give him a gentle smile, just like before.

The young man with black and white hair lying on the hospital bed did not open his eyes, appearing like a sleeping beauty, forever slumbering.

Chapter 1: Heroic Spirit Summoning

"I never thought I'd actually find the scabbard of the legendary Holy Sword. It's completely unblemished. Is this really something dug out of the ground, over 1500 years old?"

In a solemn room that resembled a prayer chamber, the cold man known as the Magus Killer, Emiya Kiritsugu, was looking seriously at the scabbard lying in a box before him. It was adorned with an already lost elven script, indicating that its owner was no ordinary person.

Standing beside Emiya Kiritsugu was a well-endowed woman named Irisviel von Einzbern. She was Emiya Kiritsugu's wife and also an artificial human.

She looked at Emiya Kiritsugu with a gentle gaze and explained softly.

"After all, it is a conceptual weapon itself. It shouldn't weather like ordinary matter. Simply equipping it would allow the wearer's injuries to heal, just like in the legends, and halt their aging."

"Of course, these are all based on the premise that its original owner provides it with mana."

Emiya Kiritsugu nodded and continued, "In other words, if it's used in conjunction with a summoned Heroic Spirit, it could be used as a Noble Phantasm by the Master, right?"

Hearing this, Irisviel couldn't help but flash a smile, looking at Emiya Kiritsugu and teasing, "That's just like you, aren't tools always just tools?"

Emiya Kiritsugu moved away from the scabbard, silently found a place to sit, and said in a very flat tone, "If you want to put it that way, then Servants are the same. No matter how famous a Heroic Spirit is, once summoned as a Servant, they are equivalent to tools for the Master. Those who harbor strange fantasies about this will definitely not win this war."

Irisviel, who knew Emiya Kiritsugu very well, didn't say much more, but continued to smile gently, "That's why Grandfather thought this scabbard was only suitable for you."

"Is that really so?"

Emiya Kiritsugu retorted, his tone laced with inexplicable emotion.

"Are you not satisfied with the gift from Grandfather?" Irisviel asked playfully.

"How could I be." Emiya Kiritsugu's voice held a hint of a smile as he looked at Irisviel and said, "Ahadon did a great job. I doubt any other Master has received such a powerful trump card."

"Then what exactly is not good about it?" Irisviel asked, a little confused.

"With such a perfect Holy Relic as the origin, the one who responds to the summoning must be the Heroic Spirit he desires." Emiya Kiritsugu averted his gaze, his tone somewhat complex, "The legendary King of Knights, Arthur Pendragon."

"My compatibility with you as the Master is considered second."

At this point, Emiya Kiritsugu felt a headache coming on. His intuition told him that he would absolutely not get along with the legendary King of Knights.

"But since they are the holder of the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur), they must be the strongest Saber-class Servant." Irisviel also saw Emiya Kiritsugu's worry, so she whispered to comfort him, telling him not to worry too much.

"That's right, I should get a stronger Servant than anyone else."

Emiya Kiritsugu nodded. He had no doubt about the combat power of the legendary King of Knights. Instead, he sighed, "The problem is, how to fully utilize this strongest combat power. To be honest, in terms of difficulty of use, Caster or Assassin would fit my personality much better."

"Worrying before the summoning is meaningless. After all, we don't know what the King of Knights is actually like." Irisviel continued to comfort him with a smile. As for those heroes recorded in history, They modern people only rely on the history recorded in the past as a reference.

In reality, many situations are probably not as recorded. The country in the East has a history of five thousand years, and they dare not say that they have perfectly recorded the experiences and personalities of all heroes.

"Moreover, no matter what your strategy is, as long as he knows your dreams and ideals, he will definitely understand you." Irisviel placed her snow-white, jade-like hand on the scabbard, as if feeling the will of its owner, gently stroking it.

"Just like me."

A flicker of emotion flashed in Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes. His rather gloomy face finally broke into a smile. He stood up and looked at Irisviel, laughing, "Just now, I thought of a good idea."

"A good way to keep the strongest Servant in their strongest state."

Time ticked by, and before they knew it, it was already past midnight.

"Declare—"

"Your body is mine, and my sword is yours. If you are willing to follow the Holy Grail's will and obey this principle, then respond!"

Emiya Kiritsugu began. He had started summoning the Servant's arrival. After the ritual began, he could feel his magic slowly draining, and his body felt a slight discomfort.

However, this slight discomfort was nothing to a mercenary who had fought on the battlefield.

As long as he summoned the strongest class, Saber! The legendary King of Knights, for his own wish!

"Here I swear, I am the one who does good for all eternity, I am the one who does evil for all eternity. Around your three great words of the seven heavens, descend from the Wheel of Repression, Guardian of the Scales—!"

As Emiya Kiritsugu uttered his final line, the ritual was finally complete.

White smoke rose, and a rather slender figure stood in the center of the magic circle. At this moment, the surge of magic had completely disappeared, and the Servant standing in the center of the magic circle slowly turned around.

"What is this?!"

Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes widened, his voice filled with surprise. Because as the white smoke dissipated, a 'woman' wearing a maid outfit, with a beautiful face and hair split into half black and half white, stood in the center of the magic circle.

"You are? King Arthur?!" Emiya Kiritsugu looked at the maid with black and white hair in front of him in disbelief, his expression extremely shocked. He had never imagined that King Arthur would be a woman.

"So cute!"

Irisviel, who was watching from the side, was amazed by the other party's appearance.

"Servant? Me?" The young person with black and white hair slowly opened their eyes. At this moment, they felt their body had become somewhat strange.

This was not a living body at all... but a fictional body that could dissipate at any moment. Had they already died?

Emiya Kiritsugu looked at the other party. As their Master, he could see the other party's status panel.

Servant, Mikaela.

Class: Saber

Strength: C

Endurance: C

Agility: B

Magic: E

Luck: B

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance: E

As a Saber-class skill, Magic Resistance was obtained, but because Mikaela themselves did not possess the ability of Magic Resistance, it remained at the lowest level, E.

Personal Skills:

Card: C

It transformed into a plain, unremarkable transparent card, seemingly capable of storing many items.

Psychometry: C

Upon touching an item that belonged to someone in their past life, or was once used by them, one can see all of their memories. However, this process cannot be interrupted. Once the ability is activated, it cannot be stopped.

Clairvoyance: C

The ability to manifest thoughts and concepts appearing in one's mind onto paper or other objects.

Noble Phantasm: None.

After reviewing the status panel of this 'King Arthur,' Emiya Kiritsugu felt something was very wrong! He felt that something must have gone awry.

The legendary King Arthur! His status panel was so weak?! The strongest Servant?! He was probably the weakest Servant!!!

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Chapter 2 Mikaela

Masters can see their Servants' status panels, but they don't know their true names. If the Servant doesn't voluntarily reveal it to the Master, the Master can do nothing about it, unless they use a Command Seal to force them to reveal who they are.

However, no Master would be foolish enough to use a Command Seal to force a Servant to reveal their true name, as this would surely anger the Servant.

"What is your name?" Emiya Kiritsugu looked at the Servant before him, whose status panel could only be described as 'extremely weak.' Although he had maintained a cold expression since the summoning, at this moment, even his 'stiff' face couldn't help but twitch. What should he say?!

After all, his impression was that the summoned Servant would undoubtedly be the legendary King Arthur, wielding the holy sword (Excalibur). Their status panel might not be exceptionally strong, but they would definitely be a Servant of the first-class or higher.

But this one before him... not only did he not possess any so-called holy sword, but all his attributes were too low. He was even wearing modern maid attire! From any angle, this was not Arthur Pendragon, the King of Knights, but rather like an ordinary maid.

However, Emiya Kiritsugu could clearly feel that he had signed a contract with the other party. Otherwise, he would have suspected that his summoning had failed and he had summoned a modern person.