Art Credit: Xxxx

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@saoiri … casted by misaki. @wldclay … formed by ko. @dearcus … worshipped by bb. @deaythe … culled by lulu.

you didn’t come this far only to fail. you, who knows the truth of the darkness behind the light, of the shadow that light creates: you, who knows all yet says little through words. the circle you’ve created shows no end, no way to rebuke its demands. it turns eternally, entrapping your life and soul amongst itself. you cannot fight fate. and yet …

you all fight, and for what? no wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold: nothing will satisfy you but your soul. you accept chaos, you accept order, you accept nothing but the strength of heart, mind, of body and soul: you wish for nothing more …

well? are you still there? are you still listening to me? step forward, young one: step forward into the light.

it’s where you belong, after all.

Catch me on discord! I am... gonna take some time off of here.

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“How about this, then?” Mordred sheathes Clarent, still fizzling with impotent rage, back into its home in the side of her armor. She folds her arms across her chest, seemingly pacified enough to actually think for a change.

“I’ll keep you safe. I’m not an investigator, and I’m not exactly a giddy socialite either.” The Knight of Red continues, walking until the shadow of her thorn-like pauldrons fall over Hakunon’s silhouette. 

“But I can make sure nobody fucks with you while you handle that stuff.” 

“…..So be it, Mordred.” She had little else to say, silently looking out at the destroyed courtyard; statues and fixtures smoldering. She didn’t care that much, really. It proved that the culprit wasn’t there, at least.

“Thank you, Sir Saber! Having protection is a good idea for the Gala, considering the current events.” Hakunon gives a gentle smile towards Mordred, and is grateful for it. Quickly, she switches to Saber Alter to give her some attention.

“Black Saber...All I ask is please do not unleash your noble phantasm, unless you are being attacked. This applies to you too as well, Sir Saber.”

The Sun and The Moon

“Oh gods, are the saber-san (saber alter) gonna FUCK?”

“Our plan is to find out who is behind this, meaning you need to start helping the other servants with questioning the suspects. If need to be, I suggest asking to search within areas where the suspects claimed they were not, attempted murder scenes, and the chandelier.  I heard from the servants about something with the royal guard? He drank too much?”

After the rebounding waves of burning agony subside, a grin works its way onto Mordred’s face, unbidden. Regardless of her frustrations, that took guts.

“Alright, alright. You got my attention, master. No more blasting the castle to bits. What’s our play, then?”