Chapter 4: 4
"...and now here we are." Momon finished his story and paused, giving everyone an opportunity to digest the information -the first time for Caster and the second time for Mashu and Animusphere.
"Yes." The man said vaguely, leaning on his staff. "Your situation doesn't look the most pleasant. I'mare in no better condition, though."
Momonga looked at Caster with interest after which Caster, realizing that he needed to clarify what was said, nevertheless began to speak. "Here in the Holy Grail War I am the only survivor."
Nodding at the place that still kept the imprints of the recent battle, the man sighed and put his hand behind his head, patting his neck.
"It was an ordinary War, as much as you can say it about any Holy Grail War, but one day everything changed. All the Masters disappeared one night, then the city was engulfed in flames, and Saber..." Caster shivered slightly. "Every day that psycho becomes more and more insane. All the Servants with half a brain tried to flee from her. She beat everyone who tried to attack her. And after that they all disappeared."
Looking at the site of the recent battle, where the bodies of the Servants had already turned into black smoke, Caster frowned. "They all disappear into black smoke. These are not even Servants, just the monsters that took their form. Like worms taking the body of the deceased..."
At that moment, Caster obviously thought about spitting at his feet, but looking at the girls standing next to him, he held out and continued to talk. "And now only I remain, wandering through this fiery hellhole."
"In other words, the only one that remained in this War are you and Saber?" Animusphere, while allowing Momonga to speak freely, still asked questions as the boss here and there. "And if you defeat her..."
"Yes, I believe the War will end." Caster sighed and ruffled his hair. "At least I think so".
"In other words". Olga sighed. "You want to beat Saber, but you can't do it alone and so now you want to use us to win?"
"It sounds rude when you say it like that, but yes." Caster nodded anyway. Momonga chose to keep silent about the small fact that when Caster talked and said 'us', he meant not Marie, whose contribution to the victory was not particularly large, but Mashu as he saw her as the only viable fighter.
"A new horde of skeletons is approaching." Sensing the appearance of the undead on the periphery, Momonga spoke calmly.
"Pesky pests." Caster just dismissed these words, and then without looking, threw a spell approximately in the direction of the creatures. "By the way, about why I was here... Just ten minutes ago, there was a titanic accumulation of mana, something you can't even express with words... And then it was suddenly gone. Any idea what that could have been?"
Mashu, who had been silent before took a look at Momonga, as if asking him if it was worth telling certain informations to Caster.
"I don't have a clue." Momonga's answer was quite straightforward. "Maybe the rayshifting process looked like that?"
"It is improbable." The chief brushed off the assumption, but without providing any other answers. she nevertheless with a sigh was forced to admit that she had no more theories.
"Sorry, but I suppose whatever it is it's already gone." Sighing, Caster cracked his neck, then looked at Momonga once more and after waiting a couple of seconds came to an internal conclusion. "If we are determined to defeat Saber then I suppose I should also get in shape."
"Hey you!" Sticking his stick at Momonga unceremoniously, Caster shook his head. "Become my Master."
It would have been difficult not to react to such rudeness if Momonga were an ordinary person. However the emotion suppressor reduced the emotional response to the level of mild irritation. Was it worth it for Momonga to become the master of Caster?
Of course, there was no real need for it as he considers himself quite viable for fighting Saber. But at the same time he might be able to force Caster to fight instead of himself. Which would preserve Momonga's body and let him keep his secret a little longer.
And yet, he can't hide it forever.
At the same time, it is not that Momonga wished to become a Master. He had to confess he was generally not very good at leadership positions. More precisely perhaps he was actually quite suited for it. However he had no desire for this kind of position of power. In other words from a logical point of view he doesn't need to accept Caster's proposal. From an emotional point of view he didn't like it either.
"Hey!" Caster tried to attract attention of Momonga, deeply engulfed into his thoughts, when he realized that his proposal or perhaps even statement was ignored. "Give me your hand for a contract!"
With these words, Caster stretched out his palm, and then peered expectantly at the man on the opposite of him with a raised arm.
"Caster." However, noticing some reluctance by her Master in taking a decision, Mashu decided to help Momonga out. "Why don't you create a contract with the Director?"
Mashu it seemed, herself was ready to smile at her own ingenuity. But Animusphere instead of praising her for the notion only closed her eyes and lowered her face to the floor.
"This one?" Caster almost uncomprehendingly looked at the second girl standing next to the servant girl. "I can't, she's cursed. Excellent magic circuits, top-notch reserves of mana but no potential to become a Master".
After these words, Animusphere did not budge, only squeezed her hand into a ball so hard that her knuckles turned white.
"A, mmmm, aaaa..." After these words, Mashu lost her nerve instantly. Realizing that she had, by chance, probably touched the most sensitive spot for Animusphere. "T-then, hmmmm..."
"Okay." Nevertheless having come to a decision Momonga gave his hand in response and grasped the palm of the Caster on the opposite of him. "I agree to make a contract."
Momonga picked the instantly formed link at the earliest moment of the formation so as not to allow Caster to gain access to all his mana at once. However even a barely formed link was enough.
"Oh, yes you have a ton of mana!" Caster exclaimed in surprise at the moment when the resulting link barely had time to form."Are you, by chance, not some local prominent magi?"
"No." Momonga tried instantly to dispel Caster's thought in order to avoid giving Caster, Animusphere or Mashu additional reasons for suspicion. "I'm just your temporary Master."
"Yes, it's a pity that I just got you right now." Caster sighed. "If you had come to me at the time of the start of this War, I would have won it long ago. Seriously, my previous Master was not a slacker, but believe me you are probably three times better than he is."
"I would take that as a compliment." Sighing Momonga glanced at Mashu then at Caster. "I suppose now we have to go defeat Saber, but it seems to me just now that we all are quite tired. It is necessary to rest after all that has happened."
"More or less agreed." With these words Caster intervened in the conversation, after which he shrugged his shoulders. "Only... You are humans, are you not? If so, then I should say that there is nothing to eat in the city. All that was edible has long since been burned or lost."
"It's a pity." Momonga felt nothing of this notion, though, given that he didn't need food at all, Mashu and Caster were Servants for whom the food was just for pleasure. The only one who would suffer from lack of food would be the Animusphere herself.
However she only sluggishly dismissed the news.
"In any case, nothing can be done." The girl rubbed bridge of her nose then looked around. "So much dust and dirt ... There is nowhere to sit."
"By the way, since you have become my temporary Master I have to ask-" Caster glanced at Momonga. "What's with your hand?"
"Just leave my hand alone!" Momonga shouted.
Naturally they rested for quite some time. So gradually from the idleness it turned into a conversation. Nobody wanted to sleep in such a place, and the skeletons, after several more attempts to attack those present, finally resigned to their position in this food chain and stopped trying to interrupt their relaxation.
"And yet, if I had been called up as Lancer, someone like Saber would be a small fry for me." The man sighed regretfully. "But, there's nothing to be done, a Caster is a Caster."
"But shouldn't you be happy that you were called this way?" With these words, Momonga looked at the man opposite him. The Caster was sitting on the ground, putting his fur cloak under himself and leaning on the wall. Under the cloak an incredibly handsome man with naturally neatly trimmed hair with a small ponytail gathered from blue hair was shown. A man with refined features and sharp cheekbones sat and seemed to be completely relaxed. "That is, you were so powerful in your life and left such a strong mark on the history of people that even in a different role, without your main weapon, you were considered strong enough to fight on equal terms with the greatest heroes of modern history."
"Perhaps" After a couple of seconds after thinking over what was said he seemed to acknowledge that Momonga was right. "But this still does not mean that I want to part with my trusty spear."
"I understand." Momonga nodded favorably. He also did not know how he would react if he were in this world without his Nazarick, but his radiant miracle was with him. Sealed in his Reality Marble his Nazarick was with Momonga. And yet even if it's presence was one that supported the man, he did not want to call it. Of course, there were many reasons for this, like the use of such a Phantasm will cause too powerful of changes in the world, will not go unnoticed and will cost a lot of mana, especially in the case of a full call, even for someone with an almost infinite mana supply like Momonga. But the main reason was different.
He understood within his mind the state of Nazarick. About all its existing inhabitants. About each element, about their life... But to understand with the mind and to feel are different things.
Aware that Nazarick exists, Momonga could continue to move forward, supporting himself with the thoughts of the existence of the most precious thing in his life alongside him. However, if he calls Nazarick, if he sees it himself, if he meets with each NPC who came to life, if he looked at the creation of his hands...
Can he continue to move on?
Would he want to keep moving on?
Despite now realizing the existence of Nazariсk he could still concentrate on other things beside his Nazariсk. But he also understood that he had no need for anything more than Nazariсk. In other words…
He was afraid.
He was afraid to go to his own paradise... because he may decide to stay in it forever.
After all, he did not need anything more than Nazarick. And therefore, as a person who always strives for one goal in life, he should not achieve it. Because he needs a goal to which he will move on.
Stupid, but hewas a stupid man, once called at birth Satoru Suzuki and the one that chose the name Momonga.
"... Although you managed to get on the hunt for the Great Grail." Apparently while Momonga was deep in his thoughts the conversation continued. So at the moment when he emerged from his thoughts, the topic of the conversation was completely different.
"We had no desire for anything." Olga Maria's tautology was justified in this case. The Greater Grail, the mystical object for which all the Holy Grail Wars were organized. According to legend the winner gets access to the Grail that can fulfill any wish, any desire. "But we were nevertheless involved in the war. Fate has a bad sense of humor."
"But a great sense of irony..." Caster sighed and leaned back on the dusty wall. "Hey, girl with the shield..."
"Huh?" Mashu even reacted to such disrespectful treatment.
"During the battle with the Lancer, I saw how you used your Phantasm." Caster nodded his head towards the place of the last battle. "And heard how you called it. Do not take it for me being rude but I don't remember a single hero whose legend that Unknown Phantasm was mentioned in."
"Ah, this." After what was said, Masha was seriously embarrassed "The fact is that I... This is not my Phantasm, you see... In fact, I don't even know it's name."
As if apologizing for this fact, the girl immediately bowed to the floor.
"So think up one of your own." Caster dismissed frivolously and then waiting for the reaction from the girl nodded again. "Yes, just think up your own thing. Names have a special power. I even know one hero that became two after he changed his name in the retellings of another nation."
"But what?" Asked the embarrassed girl.
"Just think about what is important to you, what makes sense to you." Caster pointed his hand in the air. "And put this meaning into your Phantasm. And who knows what this name will bring to you."
After these words, Mashu fell silent while Momonga himself thought.
All his Phantasms already had a name and Momon of course, could use them instinctively at the highest level. Selecting the right options, the right forces... However, did this mean that by using a different name would he be able to use a different version of his Phantasm? Or would it require more than just a name?
"Well..." After a few seconds Mashu with a sigh looked up. - "Since my Phantasm is for protection... I want to call it by the name of something important for me, something that protects me, and that requires my protection..."
"Great way of thinking girl." Grinning at the girl Caster praised her.
"And what did you call it Mashu?" The voice of Animusphere made the Servant suddenly start, then look away, instantly buried in the face of Momon, who was sitting next to her. After that, Mashu suddenly blushed. "Something important for you, protecting you and demanding protection..."
With every word, Mashu blushed more and more, until it was the same color as a ripe tomato, however, without taking away her face from Momonga's.
"Ah, I understand." With the snap of the Animusphere's fingers, the red face of the girl in front of Satoru instantly changed to white. "This is Chaldea!"
"Chaldea is something important for you, you grew up there." The chief began to bend her fingers "It protects you, because it protects all of humanity, and it requires our protection, like now."
"Ah, ahah, ahahaha, yeah" Masha laughed. "That's all right, chief, you guessed everything correctly! I just thought you might have some weird thoughts... No, nothing!"
"Naturally." Only the blind would not see Mashu's embarrassment put into her words. But Animusphere delighted with her successful conjecture and didn't even bother to look at the girl. "I'm your boss, you know."
"By the way, girl." Said the Caster familiarly, after which he nodded toward Momonga. "I have a question. If you're the chief, how did it happen to end up with him making all the decisions?"
After these words Olga blinked several times before for a second her gaze did not turn into an angry one. "I make all the decisions here! I am the commander and only me!"
"Okay, okay, no more questions." Caster didn't argue, just grinning mockingly. "Tell yourself whatever you want. Only, you know, that in essence I am attached to the only Master. The girl next to you is similar. So in fact, technically you are only alive because of him..."
"Enough." Momonga's voice interrupted the mage tirade, so that he paid attention to the man. "Enough, Caster."
Yes he had to admit the Animusphere did not make such a favorable impression during their conversations. But she did not deserve to have her pride trampled so much and to be belittled in such a way. In the end even if she was rude and acted on her own way, she still meant well. So she did not deserve such humiliation.
"Pf, as you know." Caster did not argue, just moving a little on the spot to get comfortable. "By the way. I know that the advice may seem bad, but I still advise you to at least try to sleep a bit before the fight. Take out at least a little of emotional and mental stress."
It was as if Animusphere was waiting for that proposal, so she rose from the cleaned piece of wall where she had sat before and moved behind the wall so that there was some kind of barrier between her and Caster. After which she made herself more comfortable in the dusty corner.
Considering that she had spent fifteen minutes before clearing her place of dust and debris it showed how much she wanted to just sit in the corner away from everyone at the moment.
Caster only grinned at this behavior and closed his eyes, resting his head more comfortably on the hollowed stone.
Mashu, who was sitting in the middle of both, turned to Momonga, as if asking him how she should react to such an event.
Momon just sighed.
'It looks like the times we had conflicts over the expansion of Ainz Ooal Gown'. The man sighed again. 'Then many new players began to join us, people had trouble adapting to each other and the conflicts were endless...'
Despite the fact that, in essence, this memory was not positive, thinking about the similarity of the situation as with his guild, left a small smile on Momonga's face.
"And where is the Greater Grail?" Animusphere was not impressed at the entrance. "This looks just like a huge cave."
"Below it is the Grail." Caster shrugged. "There is a lot of space there - a whole cave system, but due to the fact that she is a real Servant, and not just a monster, she can use her Noble Phantasm. And given that she is in constant contact with the Grail she does not have to worry about hermana."
"She has a working Noble Phantasm?!" Animusphere recoiled. "And you were silent about this? Are you a moron?!"
"I just didn't bring it up earlier because it wasn't relevant at the time." Caster answered her indignantly. "Maybe you are the moron here?!"
"You didn't tell us earlier because you want to kill us all!" In response, Animusphere pointed an accusatory finger at him.
"I apologize" A new voice appeared that attracted the attention of both disputants. "But if you came here just to argue I can offer to just let you leave now."
The man who appeared after the voice was tall enough for a Japanese and dressed in a red coat that emphasized his white, in fact, gray hair.
"Archer." Grinning and instantly forgetting about the ongoing dispute Caster immediately grabbed his staff and point it forward menacingly. "Long time no see, still as douchey, as I remember."
"Archer?!" Marie recoiled - "You said that she was alone, and Archer was killed a long time!"
"Unfortunately, this is true." Archer himself replied to these words, after which he took a step forward "It is a shame, but Arthuria really did kill me a little earlier. But death is not a reason to stop serving."
Noting the irony of facing someone recruiting an army of undead Momonga nevertheless decided to take the situation into his own hands. "Mashu, go ahead! Caster, step back! Olga to me!"
"Why are you the one commanding yet again?!" Was this because Olga was provoked earlier or another reason? She looked at Momonga angrily. Archer, however, despite the fact that by his appearance a little earlier he himself had destroyed the surprise factor he did not waste the opportunity and instantly sent a projectile towards the indignant chief. It was just an ordinary throwing dagger, however, it was thrown with force and speed surpassing that of a human. Therefore, at best it would tear the girl through if it hit her. It was good, however, that Momonga was fast enough to respond.
'I would feel guilty if one of my colleagues died during my supervision.' the office worker in a body of young man admitted before himself 'Death at work is a stain on the company's reputation.'
Without much trouble Momonga could catch the blade and then launch it back. Considering that Archer was distracted by a spell cast by Caster, perhaps Momonga would even be able to hit him, leaving a wound on the body of the fake Servant. However, this would raise a number of questions to his person that he would have to clarify before the last battle with Saber, which he would not like to do. Therefore he should only block the attack. But how?
More precisely, he had a lot of ways to accomplish that but they usually included magic or abilities that this body did not provide or could withstand. However, a simpler method of blocking did exist.
"Ouch!" Instantly, when the blade dug into the man's hand, he screamed, but the suppression of pain saved him from the suffering that would have ensued. Archer's blade entered his palm at full speed, literally cutting his hand in half, stuck, catching the bone with the guard.
'So, my human body is not protected by damage nullification.' He thought, surprised, but instantly calmed down after the rush of pain is nullified thanks to his abilities, so Momonga looked with interest at the blade stuck in his hand. 'Hmm...'
"M...Momon..." Staring at his hand, Animusphere covered her mouth in horror, however, from the widened pupils, it was easy to guess her reaction. And indeed from the impact of the knife, the hand of Momonga was literally torn in half. After such an injury no ordinary person would ever have been able to use it and it would be a miracle if amputation was not required. Of course, the possibilities of the magi in this regard were much wider. But even they would have met a challenge in trying to correct such a serious wound.
The blade should have been pulled out of the hand — however, considering that the torn arm stopped working immediately after the injury and the other hand was his Servant's hand Momonga was not given the opportunity yet and therefore turning to the girl standing next to him, Momonga nodded at his hand. "Can you get the blade, please?"
"YOU BASTARD!" In a vicious roar that sounded a second later was more akin to a Berserkers - it was impossible even to assume it was Mashu's voice and if it were not for the fact that immediately after that the well-fought Archer was set off on a quick, but short flight to the nearest wall. He was literally pressed into the wall by the blow of a huge shield.
Caster however simply took the opportunity. After the body of Archer was beaten into the stone several red rays crashed into the wall, piercing the body of the man through, causing him to evaporate immediately with black smoke.
"Senpai!" Even before Mashu made sure of the death of her opponent she rushed back. "Senpai?!"
"Just a wound." Momonga reacted calmly, as if a cat had merely scratched him. After which he indifferently brought his arm where the bloody dagger still stuck forward. "Please, can you pull it out?"
"I can heal!" As if only having regained consciousness from the shock, having looked at the dagger sticking in Momonga's hand, the Animusphere reacted. "Now, I will simply heal the wound..."
"Don't go near him!" Mashu, who turned out to be in front of her chief, ominously thrust her huge shield into the ground, as if to block Momon from the girl's gaze,
"Mashu." However, Momonga's voice was very calm and understanding "The Chief didn't cause such a development of events. You shouldn't attack her. Better to help me get the blade out of my hand."
Responding to these words, Mashu turned to Momonga, and only then realized what he said.
"Yes, yes, now, of course!"
"Don't do it." but before the girl could get the blade out of the Master's hand, Caster intervened. "If the artery was pierced, it's better not to pull it out so that the man doesn't risk bleeding to death. This should be done under the supervision of a pair of experienced doctors or at least knowledgeable magi."
"But how..." Mashu looked blankly at Momon, to which he shook her head.
"It's not a problem." Satoru just waved with his somewhat brutalized hand."Although, I confess, it now would be quite a bother, if I would need to scratch something."
Only Caster, who grunted to himself, reacted positively to this joke, while the two girls only looked at Momonga even more worriedly. However, if in the eyes of Mashu there was only concern, then in the eyes of Marie something more could be read - regret and repentance.
"With such a wound, you shouldn't go after Saber." looking at the man again Caster sighed. "Yes, it would be better to just wait here."
Mashu glanced uneasily at Momonga but, having received a confident nod in reply she nevertheless managed to look away. After which she also wordlessly followed Caster.
Momonga only continued to accompany them with a glance until their backs disappeared far down the grotto, and then exhaled. It seems that his participation in this all is finally over.
"Sorry." Suddenly said the voice of the girl next to Momon himself. "I'm sorry ... It's all my fault."
Strictly speaking, yes, Animusphere herself was to blame for the wound on Momonga since he was injured when he decided to protect her. On the other hand Satoru himself did not realize that it was not the best idea to use his human hand and he could easily have repelled such an attack if he had just used his Servant's hand.
"It's not worth it." Judging in this way, Momonga objected. "It was my fault..."
"Do not try to comfort me!" However, instead of calming down Animusphere instantly became furious at the moment when she heard Momonga. "DO YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW? I UNDERSTAND IT PERFECTLY, ABOUT CHALDEA, ABOUT MASTERS, ABOUT FAILURES, THAT NO ONE CAN STAND ME, ABOUT MY USELESSNESS, ABOUT MY ATTITUDE, ABOUT MY STUPIDITY, I KNOW EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING!"
Momonga was stunned by the girl's emotional outburst.
"Yes, I know everything! Did you think this is my first failure?!" Accusingly, Animusphere threw a pointed finger at him. However, instead of an accusatory tone her tone was full of anger, anger directed at herself. "Since the day I became a director, my leadership has been a complete disaster! You think I myself do not understand that I can't do anything? You think I don't know why people quit after working with me for a week?!"
Momonga would have intervened in the girl's speech but it was simply not possible. As if a dam broke Animusphere only continued to speak and shout, trying to pour out everything she had on her mind.
"I know, I know, I know!" She repeated like a mantra, after which, on the next repetition, her voice broke and the vile notes of choking crying were leaked to her tone. "I know everything! I messed up everything me, me and only me! This whole situation is because of me!"
"This explosion occurred under my leadership, because of my problems! All the people that died died because of me! All the Masters could not go here because of me! And because of this all of humanity will die! Because of me!" After these words, the girl wanted to shout out something else, however, instead of words, only a wheeze burst out of her throat. Then, unable to support herself anymore, the Animusphere covered her face and sobbed, continuing to speak through sobs. "Something... Even with a curse... Even without a father... Anyway, to achieve..."
At this moment, Momonga seemed to be hit with a hammer. He finally remembered and understood why he had protected the girl from imminent death.
"Understand me." Yggdrasil did not support facial expressions, but Ulbert's voice sounded so sad that Momonga understood everything without issue. "I have nothing."
Ulbert laughed, loudly, with anguish, like an opera villain.
"Understand that! I have nothing! I have nothing and will never have anything!" Ulbert's avatar clutched at his stomach, in the intervals between shouts he continued to laugh. "I am a freak! I have no looks! I have no money! I have no family! I don't have a girlfriend! I have no children! I have no one close to me! I have no one to love me! I do not have the opportunity to get out! I only have four classes of education! I work as a janitor! I work eight hours a day - and then I come to this game! This damn Yggdrasil! Here! The only place where I mean anything! Where I am not "that ugly janitor", but a fucking Archimage! Here, where I at least mean something! This is where I can find something!"
"It doesn't matter, even if it's just a video game!" Ulberts clenched his fists. "Even if it's just a kid's entertainment, it's what I've achieved. I am one of the hundred best players in the whole game! I am a World Disaster! I mean something here! No matter how small this achievement, this is my achievement! My only achievement! The only thing I achieved, that was achieved by myself! Achieved without someone else's help and without someone else's intervention!"
"That's why I hate Touch Me so much!" Clenching his fists with all his strength, so that his own claws thrust into the hands of his avatar of the game, starting to cause damage. "Because for him this is a game! Of course this is a game, but why is he good in it as well then?! He has everything in the world, a beautiful wife, two children, a prestigious job, a handsome body, a bank account, combat skills, a higher education - everything I don't have! Everything I would never have!"
"But even here, even in this game, where I gnawed at my place with my teeth he achieved everything! Playfully become one of the World Champions, one of the nine best players." Raising his fist into the air, Ulbert shouted into the void. "It's not fair! It's just not fair! All I asked for was to achieve something in this life! To achieve, without money, without help, without education, to achieve at least something! Myself, just achieve something... "
"Just achieve something..." - By the time when Momonga looked at the girl again, it was already possible to squeeze the water out of his sleeves, however, Momonga did not do it. On the contrary, rather, Animusphere herself was not worrying about it, since she has touched Momonga's hand, which was thoroughly stained with blood.
Unlike Caster, he knew that he could not bleed, so he removed the blade a long time ago, but it was difficult to move his hand. Of course, the feeling of pain was neutralized by his skill, but even so it was unpleasant to feel the two halves of his palm rub against each other. And yet he stretched out his hand, then laid it on the girl's shoulder, forcing her to look at him with tear-stained eyes.
"Don't worry." Momon tried to talk to herher as friendly as possible. "No one has yet begun their journey with solid victories. You will grow up, you will learn and you will achieve everything you want. I promise."
Momonga tried to smile at the girl in return, and then pulled her over to him, causing the Animusphere sitting on her lap to sway and fall into the arms of the man.
"Don't worry." memories of a friend surfaced in Momonga's head, overlapping with what he saw before him now. "I will help you. You will grow up - and I will be there to help you. Everything will be fine…"
Momon's calm and quiet voice reassured the chief, forcing her to stop crying and sobbing and shaking.
Slowly, Olga Marie looked up at the man, glancing up at him, and then steel confidence returned to her eyes.
"Well, that's go-mmmmm!" He did not finish that sentence since his mouth was sealed with a passionate kiss.
Agility: C
Agility is a parameter that is responsible for a Servant's Agility, speed, and accuracy. In other words, it is this characteristic that is responsible for the legendary actions like incredible accuracy, incredible speed -or for the ability to go through any battle without receiving a single wound.
Agility is a special characteristic since it is correlated with size. In other words, a giant possessing high Agility values, despite being incredibly agile for its size, is quite likely to be slower compared to a smaller Servant, while a giant monster that achieved the highest values, although it will be no second to anyone with the speed of his movement will simply be too slow to react to the actions of small targets.
Rank C - Indicates that during his life the Servant was nevertheless noted for his good agility, but not a single myth ever concentrated on it, and in the main legends this feature of him is often overlooked or omitted in the narration. At the same time, the Servant surpasses the supersonic barrier several times for his usual battle, and it is quite possible, that a dozen times for a reflexive actions.
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