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The metal security gate, its panels rattling, slowly rose.
It should have been locked, its mechanisms sealed by powerful enchantments.
But under a Servant's brute strength, the modern security measures were no match for brute force.
"What are you doing?!" Waver asked, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead as he watched Rider tear the gate open.
"Getting some drinks!" Rider replied, stepping into the store without looking back.
Waver clutched his hair, his voice rising in exasperation. "You dragged me halfway across town in the middle of the night for alcohol?!!"
Rider, rummaging through the store, spotted a large oak barrel. He grinned, hefting the barrel and tucking it under his arm.
"What else do you need for a party?"
"A party? What party?" Waver asked, bewildered.
"A Servant party, of course! Come on, boy!" Rider tossed the barrel onto the Gordius Wheel, his voice booming.
"Huh...?" Waver stared at him, dumbfounded.
"Why are we going to the Einzbern Castle for a Servant party?!!" Waver cried, his voice filled with panic as the ancient fortress, nestled among the trees, loomed larger and larger in the distance.
"We're going to die! We're all going to die!" He clung to the chariot's railing, his eyes wide with terror.
"Whoa there, boy! You saw their strength yesterday, didn't you? The Einzbern's power?" Rider held the reins, guiding the Gordius Wheel, his voice filled with a boisterous confidence.
Waver nodded quickly, his face pale. A True Magic user and two Servants—a terrifying combination.
Even Rider, powerful as he was, couldn't take on all three at once. At best, he could hold one of them off.
"I want to go back to London" he whimpered.
Rider slapped him on the back of the head. "What are you so afraid of? Do you think I'd bring you here if I wasn't sure we could handle them?"
Waver looked at Rider, his expression a silent plea for an explanation.
Rider's eyes, despite his rough exterior, held a spark of intelligence.
"The Einzbern revealed too much of their power yesterday. The other Masters are likely working together now. Not counting the Assassin, who's already dead, it should be a three-on-three situation. They won't risk attacking us, an unknown factor. That would upset the balance of power."
"And that's what I want. All the Servants, gathered in one place. We'll have a party, a—parley. If they agree to my terms, we end this war quickly. If not—we fight. And I end it myself."
"You mean?" Waver's eyes widened in realization.
"That's right, boy. The final battle will likely be tonight." Rider's expression turned serious, his gaze fixed on the castle ahead.
Night fell over the Einzbern Castle, a peaceful silence blanketing the forest. Thanks to Kiyohime's—thorough cleaning methods, the castle was spotless, the surrounding woods eerily quiet, not even the chirping of crickets disturbing the stillness.
Inside the castle's main hall, the atmosphere was tense.
"Haru-sama, where were you for the past two hours? And why do you smell like woman?" Kiyohime's voice was soft, almost a whisper, but her expression, vacant, her eyes narrowed, sent a shiver down Saber's spine.
Kiyohime, still in her beautiful blue and white kimono, her lower body, however, was now a mass of shimmering, emerald green scales, her serpentine tail coiling around Haru.
Saber, seeing Kiyohime's—transformation, her yandere rage barely contained, stepped in front of Illyasviel, her hand instinctively going to her sword.
"Illyasviel, what do we do? Kiyohime's lost it."
Illyasviel, however, her ruby eyes wide, her hand covering her mouth, seemed more fascinated than afraid. "Beautiful scales..."
Saber stared at her, dumbfounded. 'Her husband was about to be constricted by a giant snake, and she was admiring its scales?'
Haru, meanwhile, was rubbing against Kiyohime's smooth scales, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "So warm..."
Saber's eye twitched as she watched him, her own face paling slightly. "I'm starting to understand—why you two are together..." she murmured.
"Kiyohime," Haru asked, his eyes narrowed, a mischievous glint in them, "can you still perform your duties—in that form?"
Sola-Ui, despite her enthusiasm, had been a novice. And Haru, having unburdened himself, still felt unsatisfied.
And honestly, despite his numerous encounters with Earth Mothers, he'd never experienced a snake form.
"Eh? You're not lying? You want me ...? But I suppose—I could..." Kiyohime, seeing Haru's expression, understood his meaning instantly.
Her vacant stare vanished, replaced by a deep blush as she covered her face with her hands, one of her scales parting slightly.
Then, her eyes snapped open, blazing with fury. "Don't try to change the subject! You smell like woman! Explain yourself! Now!"
Suddenly, her body went limp, her head falling against Haru's chest, her arms wrapping around his neck, her voice a soft moan. "How could you.... I wasn't ready..."
Haru kissed her forehead, his fingers gently teasing the soft flesh beneath one of her scales, a triumphant smirk on his face.
Even a yandere couldn't resist the pleasures of the flesh. A virgin, no matter how enraged, would become a puddle of goo when her lover's touch ignited her deepest desires.
"Shall we mate?..." Kiyohime's eyes, their amber depths clouding with lust, looked at Haru, her body emitting a sweet, intoxicating scent—the pheromones of a Dragoness in heat.
"Eek!" Illyasviel's face burned crimson as she covered her eyes.
Saber stared at them, bewildered. 'What had happened to the tension? The impending confrontation?' This sudden shift in tone was unsettling. The pure-hearted knight felt a wave of awkwardness wash over her.
Just then, a booming voice echoed through the hall.
"Alright, everyone! Party time!"
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