Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover

As is well known, summoning a Heroic Spirit only requires three steps.

Draw the magic circle.

Offer the sacrifice.

Chant the incantation.

Then, you can summon a blind, foolish god or an ancient ruler who sleeps in the forgotten past… Wait, wait, isn't this a role-playing game? Forget it, scratch that.

In any case, so-called heroic spirit summoning is nothing more than throwing in your one and only summoning ticket to test whether your bloodline is that of a chieftain or the luckiest emperor in the vast probability pool of the Throne of Heroes.

Of course, just like the unorthodox method of padding the gacha pool with the Friend Point Summon in a certain grand order of fate, there exists a way to increase your summoning success rate in heroic spirit summoning—and that is by using a Holy Relic to perform a targeted summon based on the "bond" between the relic and the hero.

Though there are still cases where other heroic spirits connected to the relic answer the call—like summoning Medb or Scáthach instead of Cú Chulainn when using The Cattle Raid of Cooley—the probability is generally much higher.

But there are still some fools, like a certain Rin, a certain eldest daughter of the Tohsaka family, a certain red devil, and the like, who firmly believe in the principle that "luck cannot save the unlucky, and money cannot change fate." They resolutely reject the boost from Holy Relics (probably because they're broke) and choose to YOLO it with a single pull.

And such summoners, we respectfully refer to them as—

Holy Widows.

Now, Holy Widow No. 2, Miss Nero, stands confidently in the center of the magic circle and proudly recites the final line of the summoning chant:

"Umu, let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation. Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall. Let the four cardinal gates close. Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

—Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill.

Let each be repeated five times, and when the pentagram is complete, let it shatter.

I hereby propose.

Thine body shall serve under me. My fate shall be with thy sword.

Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail. If thou wilt submit to this will and reason, then answer me.

Swear thus.

Thou shalt attain the virtues of the heavens. Thou shalt bear the evils of the underworld.

From the Seventh Heaven, clad in the three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint—Guardian of the Scales!"

In response to Nero's command, the summoning circle in the room erupts with radiant light, illuminating her eyes and casting a deathly pallor over the faces of those watching.

For beside the petite Nero, the stars of the heavens gather, shimmering and swaying, as a miracle manifests in the void—only to take the form of a figure even smaller than her!

Keep in mind, Nero herself is already as short as a certain Levi!

"We're... we're doomed." The doctor in Chaldea lets out a despairing cry, while even Blackened Saber sighs in resignation.

Whether it's the seven-foot-tall Lord Wu'an from ancient texts or the young man described by everyone, there's no way the summoned figure could be in the form of a child.

Compared to the Third Magic mystic code casually crafted by a certain someone, it seems Nero, the Emperor of Rome, holds a stronger "bond" in this summoning.

"Cheer up, everyone." On the other end of the communicator, the dejected doctor is pushed aside by Da Vinci, who snatches the device. "Even if we didn't get Sakatsuki, this is the Emperor of Rome we're talking about. The heroic spirit answering her summon through their bond can't possibly be an ordinary one, right?"

"I hope so, but there aren't any child-type heroic spirits in Roman legends either." Fujimaru scratches his head helplessly. Just then, the light of the summoning circle finally dims, and Nero's excited voice reaches everyone's ears.

"Ah, here they come! Umu, why is it a child... So cute!"

Setting aside matters of state, Nero—now bearing three Command Seals on her hand—reaches out and scoops up the young boy Servant, examining him with delight and refusing to let go.

The effect of Rosy-cheeked Youth activates, instantly overwhelming Nero, who lacks Magic Resistance and possesses an insatiable appreciation for beauty. As the summoned Servant struggles, the onlookers finally get a clear look at him—

Silver-white hair like scattered moonlight, dignified yet brilliant golden vertical pupils, a strikingly handsome face that feels eerily familiar... and an exasperated expression utterly unbefitting of a child.

"Idiot Emperor, put me down."

"I refuse! Ahhh, if only my room weren't destroyed, you'd absolutely have to serve me properly tonight!"

"Like hell I would! I'm still a pure child—absolutely no 18+ content allowed!"

"Can you see his stats, Master?" Amid the commotion between the two, Blackened Saber snaps back to reality and asks Fujimaru.

As the Master, Fujimaru should be able to see the Servant's parameters, but...

"No... I can't see anything." Fujimaru shakes his head helplessly. In his eyes, the boy Servant's status is obscured as if shrouded in mist.

"I can't either. I'm guessing it's the same for you, Saber. We can confirm he's a Servant, but we have no idea who he is." Waver chimes in, but soon frowns in surprise.

At the same time, Blackened Saber's expression changes abruptly as she clutches her chest.

"His face feels familiar somehow..."

"What is this resonance in my chest...?"

Meanwhile, the scuffle between Nero and the mysterious boy comes to an end. Despite Nero unleashing the same strength she once used to strangle a lion, she is no match for the superhuman physique of a Servant and is swiftly KO'd, wrapped up in magical bindings and unceremoniously tossed aside.

With a refreshed expression, the silver-haired, golden-eyed boy claps his hands and turns to the curious yet wary onlookers, raising an eyebrow. His tone is unmistakably familiar:

"Yo, everyone, long time no see~"

His manner is so casual that, for a moment, Waver, Blackened Saber, Fujimaru, and even Nero all see glimpses of a certain someone in him.

The freakishly strong Master who rivals Servants in combat.

The loyal and outstanding Knight of the Round Table.

The blood-soaked God of Slaughter, Lord Wu'an.

And the white-haired man sitting by the window, smiling gently at her.

As these disparate images overlap with the boy before them, everyone exclaims in unison:

"Sakatsuki!"

"Bingo! Correct!" Seemingly pleased with their reactions, Sakatsuki spreads his arms and grins. "I'm back."

"Did you miss me?"

Before Nero or the others can answer, the calamitous shadow in the distance lets out a roar. Destructive mana condenses into swirling vortexes, boiling like meteors as one after another hangs suspended in the sky, pulsating and seething in time with the rhythm of a certain woman's fingers.

The great enchantress, bearing beast-like traits yet retaining the allure of Daji, gazes at the figure in the palace and smirks.

"Of course, Sakatsuki," she says.

Amid her unrestrained laughter, the Beast known as "Draco" flicks her fingers, and the dazzling yet deadly meteor swarm can no longer be restrained, roaring as they break free and dive toward the fragile human palace.

"I've been dying to see you—die!"

And so, before Fujimaru and the others can even savour the joy of reunion, they are swallowed by the onslaught of impending doom!

In this critical moment, Nero doesn't hesitate to clutch Sakatsuki tightly, like a girl afraid of the dark hugging her beloved plushie, pouring all her reliance into the first words she speaks upon seeing him again—

"Lord Sakatsuki, save save save save me!"

Receiving this unreserved trust, the boy-shaped Servant smiles warmly. However, buried as he is in softness, he can only feebly raise a hand and snap his fingers before suffocating.

[Coordinates locked.]

[Spatial transposition initiated.]

Diamond-shaped spatial layers stack upon each other, forming an array that unfolds across the clear sky, proudly displaying the miracle and brilliance of magecraft as it absorbs the crushing weight of the mana swarm. Then, as the magus similarly raises a finger, countless barrels of energy realign—all aimed at the now-gigantic form of Draco.

"It is impolite not to return a gift." Silently murmuring this to himself, Sakatsuki issues the command.

And so, the displaced space lights up once more. Under Sakatsuki's masterful control, the meteor swarm surges forth without losing a single ounce of power, baring its fangs and claws at the one who first unleashed it.

BOOM!!!

The intense flames illuminate every stunned face present. With this dazzling and spectacular opening act, Sakatsuki celebrates his triumphant return to the battlefield:

"Servant · Caster, Sakatsuki, at your service. So, are you my Master?"

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