A Nascent Kaleidoscope. Chapter 633:

Chapter 633:

I looked at the Servant curiously.

How was a Servant summoned? I wouldn't say it's an impossibility without the Grail, but it's very hard.

Truthfully, I could probably manage it with so effort, but I have utterly ridiculous amounts of Magical Energy to throw at the problem.

Even if a Magus tapped into a Leyline, it's not a simple matter. It's like...having the batteries available, but lacking a remote and still trying to change the channel on a TV. There was a lot that went into the ritual to summon a Servant that most had no concept for.

There was a reason that the whole Holy Grail Ritual existed, because it took substantial and ticulous efforts to go into summoning them properly.

Oh well, I'm sure I can beat the answer out of them.

That being said, I pat Gray on the head again, giving her a smile. "You were smart, a few seconds and you would have properly flushed out the outside Magical Energy from your Circuits and regained control."

I didn't need to interfere there, Gray would have been able to free herself before she hard Waver.

She's quite talented despite not being a Magus.

I only gave her a little push to help out.

Despite the situation, she seed to preen at the praise.

A huge difference than when I first t her and she seed to recoil at even a glance from .

As shitty as it sounds, she's probably very talented since she was…..chosen to presumably be a vessel for Artoria's 'resurrection'. I'll ask her later if she has any desire to further herself in these kinds of things.

I think that maybe Scáthach would enjoy teaching her a bit. Ironically, her teachings would help Gray quite a bit. It wasn't only martial and magical prowess that she beat into her students. She helped them develop into their own [person].

The woman stared at silently, clutching her weapon.

"So, Waver. What have you got for , hmm?" I said rather casually, despite the harsh winds whipping about up on top of the train. "You said she didn't like you for so reason?"

"She emphasized my relationship with the Servant I fought along side during the Grail War. There seed to be a negative perception from this towards ." Waver responded.

"Ah." I nodded. "So she's related to Iskander in so way. "Which is surprising."

"Why so?" Waver asked.

"Because Artoria spoke well of Iskander. I'm surprised that such trash is related to him."

That got a twitch and growing scowl from her.

I gently pulled Gray's hood, forcing her back several feet as the air infront of distorted from pressure.

The Servant attacked, her weapon stabbing right at my perceived opening.

Sparks flew as her blade slid against my Mirage. Her eyes widened at my blocking her attack. The surprised turned to shock when I twisted my hand and flicked my sword up, causing her arm to fling backwards.

I gathered Aura on my opposite hand and slamd my palm against her chest. Her body bent forward, her feet raised off the ground and she went flying back, bouncing against the top of the train several tis before coming to a stop.

Truthfully, I was now a bit more pissed off.

She climbed to her feat easily, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but not looking worse for wear.

"Arrogant trash." I snorted in disdain.

She didn't even put in her full effort there.

Her attack was half-hearted at best.

Did she look down on my because she was a Servant and I was a 'living person'?

"Did you attack with that kind of resolve when I said I had killed Servants before? Do you think I was just spouting nonsense when I said that?" I scowled. "Try your best, bring out all your tricks, because I want you to understand how thoroughly you've fucked up when I finally lop your head off."

Was it my Dragon or Devil side rearing its head right now?

Frankly, I didn't know, but I didn't really much care.

I was pissed off and I finally had a good target to focus it on.

I took a better look at her, her outfit, her weapon, her stance. The fact that Waver said she probably has relation to Iskander in so way, I could believe it. The stance she took even had so faint resemblance to Pankration that I'm sowhat familiar with.

I could see her getting angry, but credit where it was due, she didn't just go into a blind fury and charge at again.

I would have lost even more respect for this Servant if she did that.

My posture relaxed as I stabbed my sword into the top of the train, learning on it. "Alright, I'll give you a chance to make care about who you are and what your goals are."

I was being very generous here.

I did genuinely have quite a few questions.

Her stance shifted slightly, and she seed less on guard at first glance, adopting sothing more natural, but no less ready to fight. "Oh, there still seem to be so people in this era worth acknowledging."

"There are plenty of worthwhile people in this era still. They just don't walk in the sa circles as trash like you or whoever your Master is." I casually responded.

Ah, she didn't like that.

I saw her eye twitch a little.

"Hmph." She pretended not to take my insults to heart, but I could see she was annoyed. "I'm Hephaestion."

I raised an eyebrow because I didn't think she would na herself so easily.

"No, you're not." Waver imdiately interjected. "I've seen Hephaestion, you are not him."

"Oh, how riveting." I chuckled. "Care to try again?" I looked at her, waiting for her next response.

Her brow furrowed, clearly caught off guard at being called out. Eventually, she just clicked her tongue. "Annoying."

Without another word, she stabbed her sword into the top of the train. "Νηρηΐδες."

Water exploded out from the tip, covering several train cars before pulling up into a dozen mirror-like constructions, all reflecting the Servant. Then, they all stepped out, looking exactly like her in every way.

Honestly, at first glance, I couldn't even tell them apart. They seed to even exude the sa aura as the Servant.

"Such a large spell with a single line incantation?" Waver was stunned.

The Servants – rather all of them – laughed at Waver. "Little mage from this era, you have no idea what –"

"High Speed Divine Words." I interrupted her. "My Ancient Greek is rusty, but that was 'Nereides' if I'm not mistaken? Yes, invoking the Authority of Divine Spirits through single action words. So, you are in fact a Greek Servant."

Her laughing stopped and she seed to clench her jaw with another look of anger. "Don't pretend to understand my magic. It's sothing far beyond your modern spellcasting."

"I'm friends with dea."

"....."

"But I digress, you want to compare ancient branches of Magecraft? Very well." I swiped my finger through the air as her clones charged at us. I wrote Runes at quick speeds until I ford the spell I wanted. "Freezing Winds of Jotunheim."

I made sure that Gray and Waver weren't caught up in it as the intense cold winds erupted outwards, freezing her water spell everywhere it passed by.

Conceptually, despite her spell being derived from the Authority of a Divine Spirit as High Speed Divine Words are, it has a severe weakness against my spell that doesn't lose out in Mystery of origin.

Almost all of her clones were frozen imdiately by my cold spell before she could respond.

"Αἴελλω." All her clones chanted at the sa ti. And multiple forceful punches of air shot out from their hands, piercing through my Jotunheim spell, dispersing the cold air.

The remain handful of clones shot at once my spell was dispelled.

One of them swung at my neck from above. Another ca from the other side, swinging up under my arm. The last one ca from behind trying to stab through the back.

I didn't move as their blades entered my body. But where blood should have flowed, a few sparks of lightning danced down their tal blades.

I heard Gray gasp, but very quickly, they all seed to realize that sothing wasn't quite right.

My semblance activated, making their attacks pass through harmlessly as those parts of my body had turned to lightning.

I grabbed the one imdiately infront of and threw it off the side of the train. I pulled my sword out of the ground and slashed through the one on my right.

The one behind tried to attack again, but my finger was alright infront of her face as she tried to stab forward.

"Hado #4, Byakurai." A bolt of pale lightning erupted from my finger, destroying the last clone.

"Ἥφαιστος!" I heard shouted behind , spinning around to block a blade swung down at .

Presumably the real one this ti, because there was a lot more weight behind her blow.

Her sword was glowing an orange, almost fla-like, in appearance, and it carried with it a noticeable increase of weight. Using Servant vernacular, it's like her Strength parater had been increased by one rank.

"What kind of monster are you?" She grit her teeth. "Even in my era, you wouldn't be a nobody."

I forced my blade up, deflecting hers back, forcing her to retreat several steps. "I'm Wilhelm –"

A bolt of red lightning shot down from the sky before taking the form of a chariot pulled by so skeletal creatures.

And it was fast.

As in, Achilles would praise it.

That is to say, it slamd right into .

I hit the ground so distance later, the skeletal creatures roaring as they continued to plow into the ground before shooting up off into the sky.

"Ow."

I stood up from the hole I had been plowed into, dusting myself off. The Train was pretty far away at this point, moving rather quickly in the opposite direction of .

That was clearly her Noble Phantasm, she didn't call its True Na, so it must have already been summoned.

Didn't Iskander have sothing similar? I vaguely recall Artoria's description of his Noble Phantasm.

And she's clearly a Rider Servant of so variety, yet she was using High Speed Divine Words.

Curious.

But this is why any Servant can technically be dangerous. Her paraters were…..found wanting. Probably one of the weakest Servants I've crossed blades with. Even stranger considering she was trying to fight in close combat.

But when even a Servant like Shakespeare has such a dangerous Noble Phantasm, well, there needs to be a certain respect towards all unknown Servants.

Was I being flippant towards her? Perhaps, but there was a difference between being arrogant and full of myself and letting my guard down completely.

I had been prepared for so bullshit like so kind of instant-kill Noble Phantasm at the very least.

Regardless.

Lightning jolted across the ground as it gathered around my feet and I pushed into the dirt and shot off with a burst of Shunpo.

It only took a mont to catch up, and the Servant hadn't even run away. In fact, Gray looked ready to step up and fight in my place.

How cute.

The Servant noticed a mont too late as my hand grabbed the side of her face and I pushed her off the train and into the ground with quite a bit of strength.

Based on the crater her face made, it must have hurt, yet she swung her leg at and I noticed a hidden blade protruding from her shoe.

I grabbed her leg before it could hit and I swung her entire body, throwing her again as she hit the train, bouncing off of it a fair distance ahead.

The Chariot from before ca back down at , but now I knew what I was working with and I could make it easily.

My own Lightning surged, and I side stepped it, still admiring how fast it was. However, unfortunately for her, it had to turn to do another full pass, it couldn't maneuver as easily as I could.

That, and I had fought Achilles and his stupid Chariot that honestly put this one to sha.

I felt sothing pass by my head, and I saw the outline of her sword. Did she throw it at ? No, I saw a string connected to it as she pulled it back.

I deflected another swing of it with Mirage, and she was now trying to keep at a distance.

"You sure have a lot of tricks." I stomped on the ground, kicked up a small pillar as her blade shot at , it impaled itself into the stone and I shot forward at her before she could pull her blade back.

She made the imdiate decision to abandon it, not sothing I would have expected from a genuine swordsman – swordswoman.

She took a more traditional Pankration stance and threw her elbow at my eye.

I caught her elbow, throwing it back and threw my own punch at her face. She grabbed it, imdiately decided she couldn't block it and threw her entire body on it to grapple .

She tried to twist my arm, but I used my Semblance to turn it completely into lightning and shocked her.

She let out a scream as I grabbed her and slamd her back into the ground again.

"Ἄτλας." She chanted and an invisible weight descended on , startling for a mont, but I recognized this spell from dea as well.

It was a mont needed as her Chariot ca flying right at , I jerked to the side to avoid it, but she took that chance to grab onto it and try to get distance.

Ah, she's trying to run away now.

I held my hand out and summoned a bolt of Lightning down from the sky, shaping it into a spear.

"Crafting for the gods -- Nidavellir." I called forth one of my Nine Realms Spells.

The Ethereal blacksmith appeared, the anvil placed in front of as I put the lightning spear onto it, and the image of the Blacksmith swinging his hamr down.

The Spear solidified, took shape and substance, beca fuller.

I wasted no ti grabbed it again and taking aim before I threw it.

It traveled with a thunderous boom, lightning dancing with each ter it traveled until it founds its target.

With my Reinforced Eyes, I could see the Servant notice it right as it was too late, and it hit her Chariot with another loud thunderous explosion. The lightning erupted into a large ball of blinding light before subsiding and I could see several silhouettes fall from the sky.

I quickly made my way over there before she could get back on her proverbial feet. Her chariot wasn't utterly destroyed, more like, I did the equivalent of sniping it out of the sky once. It was a Noble Phantasm after all, it would take more than that to destroy that kind of thing.

But she didn't look to be in good shape.

I saw her slowly climbing back up, beaten and bloodied, haggard.

"You know." I approached her again and she took an awkward stance, ready to fight again despite her condition. "I'm not usually disrespectful towards my opponents. I've fought many I hated, but still respected them as my opponents, you know? Kronos is one example – the Titan King, you should recgonize the na. But that's just gloating a little bit."

I smacked her weak punch away. While it was still enough to punch through solid steel, she was….well, frankly, she wasn't on my level. Even at her best, it seed like she was a rather weak Servant.

She had so nifty tricks, probably enough to punch above her proverbial weight class, but I had even more tricks.

"I'm just saying this so you know. I'm intentionally being disrespectful, and I think it's an important distinction to note. You see, you or your Master, or whoever is involved, they made a little girl cry, soone I cherish quite a bit. And because of that, I've lost all respect for you and whoever is related to you, so this is what you get from ."

She tried to hit a few more tis, but her moves were wide and full of openings from her haggard state. However, she did reveal a hidden blade under her left sleeve and tried to stab with it.

It was poisoned, and based on the sll, it wasn't a weak poison either.

I grabbed that arm of hers and swung my sword at it, severing it completely.

Fun fact, Servants quite thoroughly feel pain just as normal humans do.

You can't fake those kinds of screams she let out.

Honestly, I feel like a bully right now.

Maybe if soone saw this from an outside perspective, I would look like the bad guy.

But they're the ones who started this shit and dragged into it by assocation.

I looked back and saw the Train now catching up to us as we had moved quite a bit ahead of it.

"Up we go." I grabbed her by the back of the head as she tried to kick , but failed to do much. And I casually walked her towards the tracks. "Oh, by the way, my na is Wilhelm Henry Schweinorg, because you asked."

I pushed her head forward as the train began to pass.

From the force, her head bounced off rather quickly, and painfully, but I continued to exert my strength and pushed her back at the train. Every groove, every Train Car and every protruding piece of tal hit her as the Train moved at well over a hundred miles an hour.

"Waver is a good person. Gray seems like a sweet girl. You may not have suffered so much from them. But you shouldn't have gotten Olga involved, because I am not a good person." I said amidst the continuous and loud 'thumpings' of each posing mont as I continued to push her head into the moving train.

Eventually, the Train passed us completely, and the Servant was limp in my hand, I just tossed her to the side.

I was about to say sothing else, but I noticed sothing strange.

Why did the Train suddenly make a left turn?

I let out a breath and it was cold, the temperature was dropping quickly.

Not far away, I narrowed my eyes, and I could see things springing from the ground.

Trees of so kind?

I looked down at the ground beneath because strange roots shot up and tried to grab .

"What the devil?" I easily avoided them, but there were a lot that suddenly ca at .

A few of them burst from the ground and stabbed through the Servant. Judging by the way they impaled her, wrapped around and sort of pulled her underground, I was pretty sure it wasn't so ally coming to her aid.

It was like a forest had suddenly sprung up out of nowhere and I felt space and ti distorting.

A large tear in space hung over the newfound forest as I tilted my head, staring at it. The Train was also heading right into the heart of it.

"Well, that can't be good."

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