Extra's Stories

"Pendragon—"

Rin approached Artoria as she always did, keeping up the pretense of their alliance. Teaching the girl magecraft was a slow process, but at the very least, it gave Rin an excuse to keep an eye on her.

But then, she saw it.

The missing Command Seals.

Rin's steps faltered.

"Tohsaka? Do you need something?" Artoria's voice was polite, but there was no warmth. No recognition of the war they had been part of together.

She spoke as if they were strangers.

Rin's mind raced. 'Saber, is Changer nearby?'

"No," her Servant answered swiftly through their link. "He does not seem to be around Miss Pendragon like usual."

Her grip tightened. 'Damn it.'

"Nothing," Rin replied coldly, turning on her heel and walking away.

This was bad.

Artoria had lost her Command Seals, meaning she had lost her Servant. Whether Changer was dead or taken—neither possibility was good for her.

If Changer was dead, then the Servant who defeated him must be terrifyingly powerful.

If Changer had been taken, then she and Saber would have to face him.

And Rin had no delusions about how that fight would go.

"Master, be careful. There is a Servant in the school," Saber suddenly warned, her voice tense.

Rin immediately stopped, her senses sharpening as a figure approached.

White hair. Crimson eyes. A doll-like face, beautiful yet unnerving.

Illyasviel von Einzbern.

Rin's breath caught as Martha materialized beside Illya. Instantly, Saber did the same, gripping her sword with quiet intensity.

A fight was seconds away from breaking out.

But Illya simply smiled.

"Greetings, Tohsaka."

Her voice was calm, unnervingly so.

Rin's mind whirled. 'What does she want?'

"Einzbern, what brings you here at this hour?" she asked cautiously, already preparing for a fight.

But Illya simply folded her hands in front of her.

"I'm not here to fight. I'm here because I want to form an alliance with you."

Rin's eyes narrowed. What?

"You may not know," Illya continued, her tone even. "But the Extra Servant has been taken by Caster."

Her words froze the air between them.

Rin's heart skipped a beat. "What?"

"My familiar spotted them last night," Illya said smoothly, as if discussing the weather. "Changer and Caster, walking side by side."

Rin and Saber exchanged looks, their expressions darkening.

'This was the worst possible outcome.'

Illya pressed forward.

"This Holy Grail War is nearing its end. There are only four Servants left, and two of the strongest have already allied. If we do nothing, it's only a matter of time before they pick us off."

She wasn't wrong.

Illya had already seen what Fate and Morgan were capable of.

She had seen them dismantle Archer, Assassin, and Rider like they were nothing.

Changer's Class Change ability alone was terrifying.

And now, that same power was in Caster's hands.

Rin exhaled sharply. "...So, what do you suggest?"

Illya's crimson eyes gleamed with cold calculation.

"We will use Artoria Pendragon as a hostage," she said blankly. "Forcing Changer to kill himself."

The sheer lack of hesitation in her voice made Rin tense. Even Martha, standing beside her, didn't look entirely comfortable with the idea.

"Pendragon... She isn't a Master anymore," Saber interjected.

"I know," Illya admitted. "But aside from that girl, Changer doesn't seem to care about much of anything."

Martha, standing beside Illya, let out a slow breath. She was clearly displeased but didn't argue.

She had already seen firsthand what Changer was capable of.

That white-haired bastard had toyed with her.

Pulled her strings.

Controlled her like a puppet master would control a puppet.

Her hands clenched into fists. The resentment in her eyes was clear.

"Fine," Rin finally said, though reluctance seeped into her voice. "But don't harm Pendragon. She's just a normal citizen now."

Illya smiled, utterly unfazed by the demand.

"Obviously," she said with an air of smugness. "I am well aware of the rules we magi must follow."

However, unbeknownst to both of them…

Morgan, now in full control of Caster's body, had gained unrestricted access to the Servant's vast magical knowledge.

Seated in her chamber, she observed the scene unfold through a floating magic circle, her piercing gaze locked onto the ongoing conversation.

"Who would have thought that little girl would dare to go after my little sister…" Morgan murmured, her voice laced with amusement, though the glint in her eyes carried a far darker undertone.

She shifted her gaze toward the lazily reclining white-haired devil beside her, tilting her head.

"Gonna do something about it?" she asked, a teasing lilt in her tone.

Fate, lounging in his seat, cracked open one icy blue eye. His gaze flickered toward the cooldown timer floating in his vision.

[Realm Walker – Cooldown: 18 Days]

A low hum rumbled in his throat as he examined the skill. [Time Jump]—a rather broken ability, allowing him to skip forward one month in time while also drastically reducing the cooldown of his other skills.

But using it came with a price.

Every time he activated it, it felt like he had skipped eating, drinking, and sleeping for an entire month. An overwhelming sense of detachment always followed, as if pieces of his existence had been cut away.

In the past, repeated use of this skill would have killed him by the month's end.

But now?

With Avalon inside him, sustaining his life indefinitely, he wouldn't die from starvation or dehydration. Still, the sheer lack of energy would eventually catch up to him, leaving him utterly drained.

Even now, he could feel it—the lingering strain of past jumps whispering at the edges of his soul.

But that wasn't important right now.

Fate exhaled sharply and swung his legs off the armrest of his chair.

"Let's wrap this up," he muttered, rising to his feet with a languid stretch.

Morgan's lips curled into a sly smirk as she followed closely behind.

Back at Homurahara Academy.

"Master, I sense two powerful Servants approaching." Saber's voice rang in Rin's mind, making her stiffen.

She immediately stood up from her seat and bolted out of the classroom, leaving behind a stunned teacher and confused classmates.

Their plan to use Artoria as a hostage was still in motion, but it would have to wait until after class—abducting her now, in broad daylight, was too risky, even for Illya. But with those two Servants closing in, time was running out.

"Master, watch out!"

Saber materialized in an instant, grabbing Rin and leaping just as a metal arrow struck the wall ahead, detonating in a fiery explosion.

Landing safely outside the school building, Rin and Yamato Takeru turned their attention to the figure at the school gate. A red-coated Archer stood there, his long coat billowing in the wind.

"Changer…" Yamato Takeru muttered, tightening her grip on her blade as she glared at the Archer.

Before they could act, a massive magic portal opened beneath them.

"What the—?" Rin barely had time to react before they were swallowed by the spell, reappearing in a completely different part of Fuyuki.

Disoriented, she quickly scanned her surroundings, only to find Illya and Martha already locked in battle with Morgan—now revealed as Caster.

A blur of motion caught her eye. Fate surged forward, his demonic bow vanishing as he summoned a pair of short blades—Scarlet and Redgrave.

The sharp clang of metal rang out as Yamato Takeru met his attack head-on. The force of the impact pushed her back, but with her A-Rank Strength, she pressed forward, shattering Fate's twin swords in a single powerful strike.

An opening.

Without hesitation, she raised her sword, aiming for a decisive blow—

—but Fate didn't stop. Even with his weapons broken, his hands moved in a blur.

A second pair of identical short blades materialized in his grip.

Yamato Takeru's eyes widened in alarm. She had overcommitted—her stance was off, leaving her unable to properly defend or counter.

She tried to retreat, but Fate was faster.

His blades slashed in a crossing arc. She twisted at the last second, avoiding a fatal strike to the neck, but the married blades carved a deep crimson X across her chest.

With a sharp gasp, she staggered back. Blood seeped through her torn white shirt, dripping down her exposed skin.

Scarlet and Redgrave—twin blades forged in the image of Kanshou and Bakuya, but with a sinister difference. While Kanshou and Bakuya possessed an affinity against beasts and monsters, Scarlet and Redgrave were anathema to magic itself.

Any mage unfortunate enough to face them would find their defenses useless.

Even Servants, beings sustained by magical energy, were not exempt. Unless they possessed physical armor, standard magical reinforcements and barriers were meaningless before these blades.

"Saber! Are you okay?" Rin called out, seeing her Servant clutching her chest in pain.

"I'm fine..." Yamato Takeru gritted her teeth, pushing herself up with a trembling hand. Blood soaked the tattered remains of her shirt, and the cold night air stung against her exposed skin. "Master, be careful—those blades cut right through my magic defenses."

Fate casually twirled Scarlet and Redgrave in his hands, his icy blue eyes locked onto the wounded Saber as he approached, unhurried and relentless.

"It cut right through, huh?" Rin murmured, her gaze locked onto the white-haired Servant.

Without hesitation, she pulled out several gems, charging them with magic energy before hurling them toward Fate.

He barely reacted, casually swinging his blade. The moment his sword touched the gems, they shattered—triggering a violent chain explosion.

A massive blast engulfed him in a thick dust cloud.

For a brief moment, there was silence.

Then—

TWANG!

The distinct snap of a bowstring echoed.

A crimson streak tore through the smoke—

Hrunting!

The arrow hurtled toward Rin with blinding speed. The twin-tailed magus barely had time to register it, her breath caught in her throat as death closed in.

Her mind blanked.

The world slowed.

And just as the arrow was about to pierce her skull—

A figure blurred in front of her.

SHNK!

Rin crashed to the ground, eyes wide as warm liquid splattered across her face.

Blood.

Looking up, her breath hitched.

"Saber...?"

Yamato Takeru stood in front of her, the metal arrow buried deep in her chest.

"Run, Master..." Saber choked out, her body already beginning to dissolve into golden light. "We… can't… win."

With those final words, she faded completely, leaving behind only a golden Class Card that clattered onto the ground beside the arrow.

Rin sat there, frozen in shock.

She barely registered the approaching footsteps until a hand reached down.

Fate picked up the Saber Class Card, inspecting it briefly before shifting his cold gaze to the still-stunned magus.

"I'll take this."

Rin barely reacted.

She had lost.

Fate just simply drew his gun and pressed the barrel against her forehead.

"No hard feelings."

BANG.

A body collapsed.

Fate turned away, exhaling slowly—then frowned.

His hands were trembling.

"Odd."

His fingers twitched slightly as he clenched them into a fist.

He had just killed a human.

His own kind.

No—he had killed his kind before. Many times.

So why—?

"Why are my hands shaking?" he murmured, a single tear sliding down his right cheek.

Silence.

Then, with a slow breath, he activated [Clear Mind].

The unease vanished. His emotions faded, swallowed by perfect, cold clarity. He wipe away the unknown tear and ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back as his usual composure returned.

His gaze shifted toward Morgan.

The witch now imbued with Caster's power, unleashed a barrage of magic swords down toward Rider and her Master.

Rider carrying Illya tries to move out of the way as the magic sword aims to strike them down. 

Rider wanted to escape with Illya, but with the bounded field set up by Morgan, they couldn't escape this death battle.

"Vessel!" A familiar voice calls out as Fate turns seeing Gilgamesh, the Queen of Heroes approaching him. "Your Queen commands you to bring out my friend!"

"No thanks," Fate answered calmly, unbothered by the angry-looking Golden Queen.

"You damn Vessel." She said through gritted teeth glaring at the white-haired Extra. 

Golden portals opened behind her and tips of proto-types of Noble Phantasms came out all pointing toward him.

"You dare refuse the order of your queen!?" Proto-types of Noble Phantasms rain out aiming to strike him down.

Seeing this, Fate swung his left hand to his side, summoning out his astral clone through his [Doppelganger], the Yamato appeared on his left hand, and his clone also held an identical Katana.

The two both got into an identical stand, as cuts and slashes in time and space appeared right before the golden weapons could reach him, their combined Judgment Cuts knocked down all of the weapons flying toward them before they could even reach him.

Seeing this, Gil clenched her teeth in anger seeing that all of her attacks were cut down.

Both Fate and his clone charge forward, their blades creating a fury of slashes that knock away all of the golden weapons coming toward them.

Gilgamesh raised her hand, summoning out the Enkidu but the chains stopped unable to touch Fate.

Like how Enkidu's chains won't harm him. Fate carried Enkidu's power and stored it within his soul, making the Chain of Heavens identify him as Enkidu. The living weapons recognized their own spirit.

Their battle caused massive destruction in the surrounding area.

"Onore. Onore! Onore! Onore!" 

Gilgamesh was getting more and more frustrated by Fate, seeing him openly define her order.

"You Damn Vessel thinking you could stand against me without the help of my friend? Fine then, I'll just have to crush you enough to force Enkidu to come out!" Gilgamesh said in pure rage as her attack grew more furious.

Fate's eyelid twisted in annoyance, as Gilgamesh is actually 2/3 god, 1/3 human. Falling into a similar spot as him being 2/3 human and 1/3 devil, counting as subhuman, a being that carried human blood but was not fully human.

Do you think Fate would be afraid of some half-baked god when he now has [God Slayer] skill?

Fuck no!

Fate jump away, creating some distance as the sea of weapons momentarily paused, looking at the Queen of Heroes giving her one of his cocky grins while glaring at her, "And what makes you think you can make me summon him, Mongrel!?"

His remark caused her eye to twitch in rage as over a hundred golden ripples appeared behind her, as she launched her sea of weapons out toward him.

Chaos Control!

His magic circuits flare up tracing each weapon she launched toward him, before he rushes forward, projecting two Gae Bolgs in each hand striking down the weapons coming toward him alongside his clone as the two make their way toward Gilgamesh.

Morgan was finishing off Rider, summoning a rain of magic swords that impaled Martha from every direction.

The saint gritted her teeth, her defiant glare never wavering even as her body crumbled into golden light.

Smirking she reach out and pick up the Golden Rider Card. Yet before she could celebrate her victory.

Suddenly Morgan senses something, something malicious.

Narrowing her gaze back toward the white-haired Master who is shaking.

She didn't look cold, nor frightened.

Her reaction was something else, it was like something was happening inside her...

'Wait... Something is happening inside her?' Morgan thought her gaze focused on the girl feeling part of the Heroic Spirit's essence was making its way toward her.

'Wait a minute! She is the Lesser Grail!' Morgan come to a conclusion as Illya spills out black liquid from her mouth.

"It's corrupted!?"

The black mud pours out of Illya like a burst of tsunamis from all sides, seeing this Morgan dematerializes from the real world and falls face first on the grass floor in Fate's inner world right outside the house.

Both Fate and Gilgamesh were covered from head to toe by the black mud drowning them in its corruption.

WARNING! CORRUPTION DETECTIVE!

Hidden Condition Unlock: I Am The Purifier

[I Am The Purifier] - The user is a natural purifier and can sustain any harmful substances that affect him, giving him a natural resistance toward those harmful substances.

A demonic hand shot out, gripping a twisted metal beam.

Gasping for air, Fate hauled himself up, coughing violently as he spat out the black mud that had seeped into his mouth.

"Fuck! That tasted disgusting!" he growled, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

His icy blue eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him. The land was in chaos—fires raged uncontrollably, consuming everything in sight. The sky, once darkened only by night, had been tainted pitch-black by the Corrupt Grail's foul energy, its malevolent presence thick in the air.

The mud continued to spread like a plague, devouring the ruins of Fuyuki. The metal beam he clung to was part of what remained of a collapsed building, half-melted by the hellish flames. Even Fate wasn't spared—the cursed fire licked at his skin, eating away at his clothes and charring his flesh.

Yet, he barely flinched.

Pain like this was nothing new. With his high resistance to fire thanks to [Elemental Resistance] and [Resistance], the sensation was almost... familiar.

"This… feels familiar..." he muttered, pressing a hand to his forehead as he tried to recall where he had seen this before.

Then, it hit him.

"Shit. I caused the second Fuyuki Fire."

Before he could dwell on that thought, movement caught his eye.

Gilgamesh.

The golden queen clawed her way out of the corrupted mud, her expression twisted in pure disgust.

"Disgusting filth!" she spat, shaking off the vile sludge clinging to her body.

Fate barely heard her. His gaze had unintentionally dropped to her chest.

At the same time, Gilgamesh's crimson eyes locked onto his crotch.

A long silence stretched between them.

Then—

As the last remnants of their burned clothing crumbled away under the corruption's influence, leaving them both completely nude—

They simultaneously muttered in unexpected unison:

"Not bad."

Without warning, the two sprang into action once more, resuming their fierce battle.

Gilgamesh unleashed a relentless barrage of weapons, golden portals opening and closing in rapid succession as countless blades rained down.

Fate met them head-on, cutting, deflecting, and weaving through the onslaught with practiced precision, never letting up on his own assault. Their clash of steel and raw power shook the burning ruins around them, but neither combatant backed down.

Amid their fierce exchange, neither of them noticed the figure slowly emerging from the corrupted mud.

A woman.

She had the familiar face of Saber, yet something about her felt off.

Her long, white hair was unbound, cascading freely down her back, untouched by any attempt to tie it up. Cold, piercing golden eyes stared forward, void of warmth, her gaze locking onto Fate. Her skin was unnaturally pale—so much so that Snow White herself would pale in comparison.

The Grail's tainted sludge clung to her body, distorting her form in eerie black and malice-soaked crimson. Whatever she wore beneath it was obscured, giving her an almost nightmarish appearance.

In her left hand, she held what seemed to be a gun, its surface twisted and corrupted by the Grail's influence.

But in her right—

A long spear, its wickedly sharp blade fused with battle axe tips, radiating an ominous presence.

Without warning, the woman launched her attack.

Corrupted chains erupted from the ground, lashing out at Fate and Gilgamesh with vicious intent, forcing both to disengage.

"Mongrel! You dare attack this queen?!" Gilgamesh roared in fury, her rage only intensifying at the interruption. The golden Gates of Babylon flared open, and a storm of swords and spears rained down upon the intruder, their brilliance cutting through the blackened, burning sky.

But the woman remained unfazed.

"I'm not here for you." Her voice was calm—unnervingly so—despite the onslaught descending upon her.

Raising her gun, she pulled the trigger.

A single magic bullet shot forth—then, in an instant, it multiplied into countless identical projectiles, mirroring the number of golden weapons streaking toward her.

Blades and bullets clashed mid-air, detonating upon impact.

Mutual destruction.

Gilgamesh took an instinctive step back, momentarily stunned. She hadn't expected a mere bullet to erase her treasures so effortlessly.

"Unacceptable!" she snarled, eyes blazing with fury.

With a burst of speed that caught them both off guard, she charged.

Her figure blurred, and before Fate could even react, she was right there.

Her spear came down in a flash of steel.

Fate barely had time to raise Redgrave in defense—only for her weapon to aim toward his other blade, shattering it upon impact.

His brows furrowed in confusion. Why strike his weapon Scarlet instead of him?

Then, he saw it.

With their close proximity, her bangs shifted just enough for him to catch a full glimpse of her face.

Recognition hit him like a crashing wave.

"Morgan." His voice came out barely above a whisper.

She smiled. A knowing, wicked smile.

"Took you long enough, husband."

Before he could even process her words, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a deep, searing kiss.

Her tongue moved freely inside his mouth, her lips pressing against his with a fervor that left no room for resistance.

When she finally pulled away, a thin strand of saliva still connected them.

Fate's mind reeled.

"What the hell happened to you?" he demanded, struggling to make sense of the situation.

Wasn't the Extra Servant summoned in the Third Holy Grail War supposed to be Angra Mainyu—the embodiment of All the World's Evil from Zoroastrian mythology?

So why was Morgan Alter standing here instead?

She offered no answer.

Just a knowing smirk—

—before her form shimmered and faded, slipping into his inner world as if she owned the place.