Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover

[Condition 2 Reward: Initial @幽#￥%!]

Sitting on a small stool, Sakatsuki stared at the faint blue panel before him, deep in thought.

Since acquiring the "Fate Compendium," this golden finger had never shown such gibberish text. Not even the top-tier heroic spirit, Gilgamesh, one of the "Three Golden Targets," was aware that he had been recorded in the Fate Compendium and turned into food for Sakatsuki's growth.

From another angle, the only ones capable of interfering with the Fate Compendium are those stronger than the golden Gilgamesh...

For instance, a certain Grand-ranked Assassin—written as "Assassin" but read as "Berserker"—King Hassan.

Damn, now that I think about it, the possibility is too great! There were all the hints in the scrambled text! Terms like "initial," and others are directly pointing towards him!

Recalling how a certain pharaoh had to spend his days holding his neck in place, how a certain goddess was slain with a single strike, and how a certain pitiful Lahmu was straight-up devoured as food…

"Hiss..."

Sakatsuki shivered, rubbing his arms as he looked at the neatly kneeling figures before him—no, not Hassans, but the Hundred Faces, now swearing their allegiance to him.

If this really was the First Hassan's doing, it made sense how he could take one of their lives without anyone noticing. As for why he killed only one, it was likely a punishment.

The Hundred-Faced Hassan had failed multiple assassination missions and was ultimately captured—such disgrace meant they no longer deserved to hold the title of the Nineteenth Leader.

For King Hassan, the Hassan Slayer, taking action himself was only natural.

But thanks to this event, the Hundred Faces had completely lowered their guard against Sakatsuki, recognizing the aura of the First Hassan within him. They willingly offered him a contract, becoming his second Servant. Under his guidance, they had already resumed their espionage work.

Sakatsuki snapped back to reality, getting up to hand a small doll to the purple-haired Hassan.

"This is a familiar I've modified with a displacement spell. It will guide your direction. Take it, and I need you to send three people out of Fuyuki City to search for certain individuals. Be sure not to be discovered."

"Understood, Master."

The purple-haired Hassan bowed respectfully, and three figures appeared behind her to take the familiar and leave, startling Sakatsuki, who quickly called after them.

"Wait, where are you going?"

The three Hassans exchanged confused glances, one of them asking.

"Didn't you say we should leave Fuyuki City?"

"...I've truly lost to you guys."

Sakatsuki sighed, handing over the plane tickets.

"The flight is in three hours, at Fuyuki Airport. Be prepared before you go."

"Yes, Master."

Under the purple-haired Hassan's disdainful gaze, the three fools took the tickets and rushed off.

Once the others had left, the purple-haired Hassan turned her head to face Sakatsuki, who had given the orders from the shadows.

"Do you need something from me, Master?"

"I need your cooperation for an experiment."

Sakatsuki gestured for her to come closer.

"If I remember correctly, although you have the ability to split your soul, you also suffer from the conflicts between different personalities, right?"

"...Indeed."

The purple-haired Hassan nodded, a shadow passing over her gaze.

As one of the ancient "Old Man of the Mountain," her incredible spiritual nature had made her feared and known as "Hundred Faced Hassan." However, she was essentially someone with severe multiple personality disorder, and even as a servant, this characteristic remained.

Having nearly a hundred personalities in her head, it's a burden only Hundred Faced Hassan truly understands.

The countless voices echoing in her mind long for silence, hoping to sleep peacefully on silent nights—this was something she had hoped for more than once but had long since given up on. She now treated it as a delusion. The existence of "Hundred Faced" itself meant she had multiple personalities, and if that mental condition were to disappear, she wouldn't be Hundred Faced anymore.

So when Sakatsuki's slow, unhurried voice broke the silence, she felt a surge of surprise from deep within her.

"What if I can suppress your personalities?"

"What—?"

Before the purple-haired Hassan could react, the young man extended a finger and pressed it to her forehead.

A noble, warm platinum light illuminated the sea of her soul.

It was as if the sun itself shone brightly and warmly, suppressing all conflict and resistance.

At that moment, all the personalities within her stopped in their tracks, and beneath her skull mask, a long-forgotten smile appeared.

No one (no soul) argued, no one (no soul) made noise.

The world of Hundred Faced Hassan's soul felt as though it had been cleansed.

It was the long-awaited, comforting sensation.

"Finally... I can sleep."

In a soft murmur, the purple-haired Hassan slowly collapsed, closing her eyes, and peacefully drifting into sleep.

Looking at the tranquil expression on her face, Sakatsuki muttered.

"The experiment was a success."

Then calmly turned and left.

But if Irisviel or Acht had been present, they would have been stunned, and then they would have treated him as a treasure.

For this was the wish of their family, a manifestation of a future miracle.

It was called—

The Third Magic: Maternalisation of Soul.

Recalling the feeling from when he cast the spell, Sakatsuki stroked his chin thoughtfully.

After a year of practising the fragments of understanding from the Third Magic, this was the first time he had actually applied it in full.

The result... as expected, was not great.

What is the Third Magic?

The so-called "Soul Materialization" is a general term, with immortality and agelessness just being additional effects. The real power of the Third Magic is the ability to replicate souls and transfer souls, essentially manipulating souls.

If it were truly the Third Magic, once it was used, Hundred Faced Hassan's mental issues would be resolved, not just temporarily suppressed until she wakes up.

"Well, if I can master the Third Magic in just a year, that would be truly unexpected."

Sakatsuki smiled, suppressing his unease.

"Let's go, Miyu. Before the cold night falls, we still have a whole beautiful day to enjoy."

Under the reminder of the sapphire, Miyu, who understood what Sakatsuki had just accomplished, nodded and hurried to follow him, clutching his sleeve, a faint smile on her face.

For Miyu, she didn't care about anything else as long as she could be with Sakatsuki and enjoy this rare time together.

Because my Onii-chan is the best!

***

A few moments later...

Looking at the happy little Sakura holding the Moon Spirit Essence, Miyu's face darkened as resentment filled her heart.

Forget what I said earlier...

Onii-chan you're the worst.

***

"Forget assassinations—just go full Musou mode. Life doesn't have time for your Stealth A-rank nonsense. If you hate them, just cut them down. If someone sees you, kill them. If you get discovered, cut them down. If they don't die, throw a Noble Phantasm. Worst case, call me for help, and I'll cut them down for you. You clowns can't even beat three Knights and dare call yourselves Hassan? My prostate fluid is about to leak from laughing. You guys are the worst generation of Hassans I've ever taught."

—King Hassan

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