FGO cast reacts to Solo Leveling

Hello Everyone!! This is my first reaction fanfiction. I took inspiration from many other reaction FF. Because I want to learn more about this. If this fanfiction have mistakes please forgive me. I will try to improve in future.

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(Mysterious Morning in Chaldea)

The door to Ritsuka Fujimaru's room creaked open as he stepped out, dressed in a plain white T-shirt and black pants. Despite the serenity in his demeanor, the weight of his responsibilities as Chaldea's last Master always loomed over him. Waiting outside his door was Koyanskaya, casually leaning against the wall, her fox-like ears twitching slightly in amusement.

"Good morning, my dear Master," she purred, her voice carrying a dangerous playfulness. "Another day, another chance for you to charm the masses. Tell me, does the burden of being everyone's favorite keep you awake at night, or is it just the nightmares from Lostbelt 7?"

Ritsuka sighed, offering her a small, tired smile. "Good morning, Koyanskaya. Do you really have nothing better to do than wait outside my door to tease me?"

Her smirk widened. "Tease? Oh no, I'm merely ensuring you don't accidentally agree to marry half of Chaldea's Servants out of politeness. Someone has to keep you in check. Or another beast may kidnap you again."

He raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly closer. "Should I be thanking you, then? How selfless of you, Koyanskaya."

For a brief moment, her confidence faltered, her cheeks flushing faintly. "Don't flatter yourself, Fujimaru. I'm just doing my job as your ever-dedicated secretary. You'd be lost without me. Director goredolf asked me to protect you so random beast won't come after you."

Ritsuka chuckled. "Well, in that case, thank you for your service. Now, what's on today's schedule?"

She straightened up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You're due for a summoning ritual. After beast incident, Director Goredolf and Sion have decided we need to strengthen Chaldea's forces. So let's not keep everyone waiting, shall we?"

As they walked through Chaldea's pristine halls, they arrived at the summoning chamber, where familiar faces were already gathered.

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(The Summoning Chamber, Control room beside)

"Good morning, Senpai!" Mashu greeted warmly, her ever-loyal presence a comfort.

Da Vinci waved enthusiastically. "Ritsuka! You're looking surprisingly well after two days off. I wasn't sure if you'd actually rest or sneak off to train."

Sion adjusted her glasses, her analytical gaze fixed on him. "Good to see you in one piece, Fujimaru. Though I must remind you that two days of recovery is insufficient for someone with your workload. You got recently kidnapped by a Beast remember, Don't overdo yourself."

Before Ritsuka could respond, Director Goredolf took center stage, puffing up his chest in a show of authority. "Ah, Fujimaru! Finally, you're here. I've been waiting to give you a piece of my mind! After the beast kidnapping incident. I decided to talk with you about future of this organisation."

Ritsuka blinked in surprise. "Is something wrong, Director?"

"Wrong? Everything is wrong!" Goredolf began pacing dramatically. "You returned from a beast as if you've just come back from a leisurely stroll! Do you have any idea how many people are worried about you? You're not just our Master we have—you're the lynchpin holding this entire organization together! If something happened to you, Nouvm Chaldea would collapse into chaos!"

Mashu looked down, her voice soft but firm. "Director Goredolf… isn't wrong, Senpai. Your safety is important to all of us."

Da Vinci stepped in with a soothing smile. "Now, now, let's not overwhelm Ritsuka. He's been through more than anyone, and he's still standing. That's something worth acknowledging."

Sion nodded but added, "While I agree, proper recovery is critical. Overexertion is not sustainable, even for someone as resilient as Fujimaru."

Koyanskaya smirked. "Well, well, look at you, Director. Less than a year ago, you could barely handle a minor crisis, and now you're lecturing humanity's savior. I must say, I'm impressed."

Goredolf froze, his bravado flickering. "W-Well, someone has to keep this place running!" He looked away, muttering, "Though it hasn't exactly been easy…"

Kadoc, leaning against the wall, finally spoke up. "Enough about him. What about you, Fujimaru? You're always fine, right? Too fine, if you ask me. Even I can't recovered from the information of you made contract with a Beast."

Ritsuka offered him a small, reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm fine, Kadoc. Draco is not bad Beast. So you to believe it. She is little angry head And Seeing all of you here, working together, makes it worth it. Chaldea wouldn't be what it is without you."

"Too good at speeches," Kadoc muttered, shaking his head but smirking faintly.

Koyanskaya rolled her eyes. "Touching as this is, we do have a summoning to get to. Let's not keep the new Servant waiting."

The group turned their attention to the summoning circle. Sion nodded, signaling the start of the ritual.

"All systems are stable," she announced. "Beginning the summoning sequence."

Ritsuka raised his hand, Mashu put her shield in summoning circle. The summoning circle glowed, the familiar hum of magical energy filling the room.

But then, something unexpected happened.

A blinding light erupted from the circle, far brighter than any normal summoning. It enveloped the room, surging with an overwhelming force that left everyone momentarily frozen.

"What's happening?!" Goredolf shouted, shielding his eyes. "Is this an another beast attack?!"

Sion's voice was tinged with shock. "This… this isn't in my calculations! The output is completely off the charts!"

"Senpai!" Mashu called out, gripping her hands tightly as the light grew more intense.

Koyanskaya stepped in front of Ritsuka, her expression uncharacteristically serious. "Stay behind me, Master!"

"Koyanskaya, wait—" Ritsuka reached out, but the light consumed them before he could finish.

A voice, foreign and resonant, echoed through the chamber just as the light engulfed everyone.

"It's time."

As the light faded, Ritsuka Fujimaru blinked, his mind racing to make sense of their surroundings. The strange theater-like room was unlike anything he'd encountered before—a mix of opulence and mystery. His instincts screamed Singularity, but the lack of any immediate danger left him questioning his initial assessment.

"Another weird Singularity? Maybe…" he muttered to himself, taking in the rows of luxurious chairs and the massive illuminated screen that loomed ahead.

"Is everyone alright?" Ritsuka turned, finding Goredolf standing rigid, his eyes darting around nervously.

"What the hell is going on?!" Goredolf demanded, his voice rising with panic as he tugged at his cravat. "Where are we? Who brought us here? This is not how the summoning ritual is supposed to go!"

"Director-san, calm down!" kadoc stood by his side, He gently placed a hand on Goredolf's shoulder, trying to soothe his nerves. "We're all here together, so let's take a moment to assess the situation, Director."

Meanwhile, Koyanskaya stepped closer to Ritsuka, her fox-like eyes sharp with caution. Her hand, still gripping his from instinct, released only after she was certain of his safety. "I was worried about my business partner for a moment there," she remarked, her tone a mix of teasing and genuine relief.

Ritsuka gave her a reassuring nod. "Thanks, Koyan. I appreciate it." His words were soft but sincere, and Koyanskaya seemed content to step back and scan the room.

Suddenly, her gaze landed on two familiar figures materializing nearby. "Oh, great. Them."

Tamamo-no-Mae and Suzuka Gozen appeared in a flash of light, their expressions equally surprised. However, their shared confusion quickly turned into disdain as their eyes met.

"Ugh, why am I here with you?" Tamamo sneered, flipping her long pink hair over her shoulder. "This must be some kind of cosmic joke. I don't have time for fake foxes like you."

"Fake fox? Ha!" Suzuka shot back, crossing her arms. "At least I'm not a washed-up bad fox stuck living in the past. Don't you have a shrine to go haunt?"

Before their squabbling could escalate further, Ritsuka stepped between them, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "Come on, you two. Settle down. We've got bigger things to worry about."

Tamamo's sharp retort faltered as her eyes softened upon seeing him. "My darling husband! You're safe!" She practically glowed as she clasped her hands together.

Suzuka rolled her eyes but looked similarly relieved. "Tch. Guess it's good you're okay, Master. You've got a knack for dragging us into the weirdest situations."

Both fox spirits fell silent, their rivalry temporarily set aside as they acknowledged their Master's safety.

Another flash of light heralded the arrival of more figures. James Moriarty, Mandricardo, and Douman materialized one by one.

Moriarty adjusted his hat and surveyed the scene with a calculating gaze. "Ah, a curious turn of events. A theater, is it? I must say, the setting is dramatic enough to pique even my interest."

Mandricardo, on the other hand, looked thoroughly uneasy. "Um, is it just me, or is this really weird? This doesn't feel like any Singularities I've been to before…"

Douman appeared last, his unsettling grin as wide as ever. "Mmmmmmm, this is simply delightful!" he cooed, spreading his arms as if welcoming the strange theater. "An unexpected gathering in such a mysterious place? Mmmmmm How deliciously chaotic!"

"Of course you'd enjoy this," Tamamo muttered, stepping protectively closer to Ritsuka.

As the light shifted again, three more Servants appeared before the bewildered group: Nero Claudius, Artoria Pendragon (Saber), and Artoria Pendragon (Lancer). Each materialized with their signature presence, the room feeling even more crowded with their sudden arrival.

"Umu!" Nero declared, striking a triumphant pose as if she'd just claimed the theater as her own. "This theater isn't bad, but it's far too dark for my tastes! A proper stage for the great Nero must have grandeur, light, and an audience that adores me!" She looked around, her crimson eyes gleaming as she finally spotted Ritsuka. "Ah, my praetor! Safe and sound as always. You can rest assured now that I'm here."

"Thanks Nero" Ritsuka says with his Smile which makes Nero smile happy but Makes Tomamo jealous.

Both Artorias took in their surroundings with more restraint, their regal composure intact despite the strange circumstances.

"This place…" Saber muttered, her hand instinctively reaching for her invisible sword. "It's unfamiliar. Could it be another anomaly?"

"I don't sense any immediate threats," Lancer added, her sharp gaze sweeping the room. Her expression softened when her eyes landed on Ritsuka. "Master. You're unharmed. That's a relief."

Saber nodded, a rare smile gracing her features. "Indeed. No matter what trouble we find ourselves in, we'll face it together."

Before Ritsuka could respond, another flash of light illuminated the room, heralding the arrival of Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) and Edmond Dantès. The pair materialized dramatically, their sudden presence commanding attention.

Jeanne Alter, with her usual mix of irritation and concern, crossed her arms and scowled at Ritsuka. "Idiot Master!" she snapped, though her tone betrayed her relief. "We're stuck in another one of your weird Singularities, aren't we? Honestly, how do you always manage to drag me into these things?"

Dantès, on the other hand, regarded their surroundings with calm detachment, his sharp eyes quickly finding Ritsuka. "Another mystery, another stage for despair," he remarked with his characteristic flair. "Yet, seeing you unharmed, Master, I find my rage quelled… for now."

Ritsuka scratched the back of his head awkwardly, caught off guard by the mix of emotions swirling around him. "Thanks, Jalter, Dantès. I'm glad you're here too."

The momentary calm shattered as another Servant appeared: king Gilgamesh. He simultaneously arrival immediately sparked tension.

His gaze then shifted to Ritsuka, his anger redirecting. "Ritsuka! I demand that you identify the peasant who responsible for this affront! No one has the right to summon me without my consent. They will pay."

Ritsuka sighed, feeling the weight of managing so many conflicting personalities pressing down on him. "I don't know who's behind this, King Gilgamesh, but I promise I'll figure it out."

Another flash of light filled the mysterious theater, and this time, a large group of Servants appeared together, bringing even more chaos to the already packed room.

Morgan le Fay and Habetrot were the first to be noticed, both holding delicate teacups in their hands. Their sudden arrival interrupted what must have been a pleasant tea party. Morgan's elegant composure remained intact, though her sharp eyes immediately scanned the area for threats.

"What is the meaning of this?" Morgan asked, her voice calm but with an underlying edge. Then, she saw Ritsuka. Her expression softened ever so slightly. "Husband. I'm… relieved to see you unharmed." Though subtle, there was a warmth in her voice that caught Ritsuka off guard.

Habetrot, Morgan's loyal companion or best friend, sipped her tea with a bright smile. "Well, if Master's here, I suppose things will turn out fine! Right, Morgan?" She didn't seem to notice the tenderness in Morgan's gaze, instead happily waving at Ritsuka.

"Ah, Morgan, Habertrot," Ritsuka greeted, bowing slightly. "It's good to see you both. Sorry you were interrupted. I'll try to figure this out quickly."

Morgan nodded, setting her teacup aside. "With you leading, we'll solve this in no time." Her confidence in him was evident, though it remained unnoticed by most in the room.

Next, Artoria Caster and her best friend, Cnoc na Riabh Yaraan-doo, stepped forward, both looking bewildered. Castoria frowned as she examined the strange surroundings, her staff glowing faintly as if preparing for danger.

"Another strange incident…" Castoria murmured before her gaze landed on Oberon, who had also appeared. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Oberon. Is this your doing?"

Oberon smirked, holding up his hands in mock innocence. "Me? Oh, Castoria, must you always accuse me of mischief? I assure you, this is none of my doing. Though…" He glanced at the screen with an amused expression. "I must admit, this is quite entertaining."

Cnoc na Riabh Yaraan-doo, on the other hand, looked more curious than concerned. "Whatever this is, Queen of kings clan was sure her master will figure it out. It's kind of exciting, isn't it, Castoria? Now I can spend more time with My Ritsuka fujimaru, I'm going to make him fall in love with me again." she said cheerfully. But thought 'This time I defeat others in this singularity and become number one Ritsuka lover fufu' her Magical love energy releasing out with her queen smile.

"What? Yeah I too want to spend." Castoria sighed with blush. She thought 'As expected of Kings clan Fairy, I must not lose Ritsuka to her, I will show Why I'm Ritsuka main supporter. Hmm Mashu is not here. One Difficult member is gone.'

Ritsuka greeted them warmly, his calm demeanor helping to settle the unease. "I'm glad to see all of you here, Castoria , Cnoc and Oberon though I wish it were under better circumstances."

Morgan saw this group and muttered herself 'Someone really trying mock me by bringing them. Whatever I will defeat them and solve the Singularity. And go to a date with my husband'

Her words unnoticed by her friend haberot. Haberot thought 'Morgan bride power decreasing dangerously. As her friend I should do anything to stop her do crazy things'

Castoria saw everyone and thought again 'So many opponents, Damn it. Even Queen Morgan is here. Wait! Who is beside Artoria lancer version? Is she.... Phh Artoria pendragon?'

Then, Charlotte Corday appeared, her shy demeanor immediately evident as she glanced nervously at the group. Ritsuka noticed her and offered her a kind smile. "Charlotte. I'm happy to see you too."

Charlotte's cheeks flushed pink, and she fidgeted with her hands. "T-Thank you, Master. I… I'm glad you're safe," she stammered, her heart racing. Though a surge of affection filled her, she forced herself to stay composed.

Meltryllis arrived next, her tsundere attitude fully on display as she crossed her arms and scowled. "Why am I here? I only perform for an audience worthy of me. This place is beneath me." She glanced at Ritsuka out of the corner of her eye, her voice softening slightly. "Well… except for one person."

Ritsuka, feeling the tension in the air, decided to play the dense protagonist. "Oh, I see. Don't worry, Melt. I'll do my best to figure out what's going on here."

Meltryllis sighed in exasperation, muttering, "Idiot."

Finally, Ishtar appeared, her dramatic entrance accompanied by a burst of light. She looked around, her hands on her hips. "What's going on here? Who dares summon a goddess without her permission?!" She scanned the room, her eyes landing on Ritsuka. A sly smile crept across her face as she started to compose herself. "Ah, Ritsuka! Of course, it must have been for you. Well, as a goddess, I—"

Before she could finish her boast, a loud laugh echoed through the room. It was Gilgamesh, his voice dripping with disdain. "Hah! A goddess? Don't flatter yourself, useless deity. You're as much a goddess as a mongrel is a king."

Ishtar's face turned bright red with anger. "What did you just say, you arrogant golden jerk?!"

"What everyone already knows," Gil retorted, his smirk widening. "You're nothing more than an incompetent fool."

The two began trading their usual insults, much to Ritsuka's dismay. "Gil, Ishtar, can we please focus on the situation at hand?" he pleaded, though he knew it was likely futile.

The room now brimmed with personalities, each as vibrant as the last. As the bickering and chatter continued, the mysterious screen flickered again, drawing everyone's attention. Whatever had brought them here was about to reveal itself.

The atmosphere in the mysterious theater grew slightly quieter, albeit just as tense, as Artoria Pendragon (Saber) and Artoria Caster (Castoria) finally noticed each other for the first time. The two women stared at one another, their shared golden-blonde hair and regal demeanor making it clear to everyone that they were, in some sense, reflections of one another.

Castoria seemed uneasy, fidgeting with her staff. Her voice trembled slightly as she finally spoke, her tone polite and deferential. "Y-You're… Artoria Pendragon, aren't you? The original, I mean Phh? I… I'm Artoria Caster, from the Lostbelt. It's an honor to meet you."

Saber blinked, her sharp gaze softening as she processed this introduction. A small smile crossed her face, and she nodded with approval. "Ah, so you're the one Master mentioned. You look quite similar to me, though… younger, perhaps. And your aura is slightly different." She paused, her expression growing warmer. "Still, it's good to meet you. You carry yourself well."

Castoria flushed, visibly relieved by the praise. Before their conversation could continue, however, Goredolf broke in, his voice loud and commanding as he waved his arms for attention.

"Everyone! Focus, please!" Goredolf shouted, his booming voice managing to cut through the cacophony of conversations and arguments. "We need to figure out what's going on here! If this is some sort of enemy attack, we have to act quickly and stop them before it's too late!"

The group fell quiet, turning their attention to Ritsuka, who was rubbing his chin in thought. After a moment, he turned to Morgan.

"Morgan, have you found anything? Any clue on where we are or how we got here?" he asked.

Morgan's brows furrowed slightly as she folded her arms. Her voice was steady and matter-of-fact, tinged with irritation. "I've examined the area thoroughly. Unfortunately, no matter what spells I use or how much strength I exert, I can't find a way out of here. Even my water mirror teleportation is useless in this space. It seems… we're completely sealed in."

Ritsuka's eyes widened in alarm. "Completely? No way out at all?"

Morgan shook her head, giving him a calm but slightly apologetic look. "I'm afraid not, my husband. At least, not yet."

"Dammit," Jeanne Alter muttered, crossing her arms and glaring at the floor. "So we're starting this singularity at level one again? Just perfect."

"No need to panic, Jeanne Alter," James Moriarty said smoothly, his tone calm and reassuring. He adjusted his monocle, his usual smirk creeping onto his face. "This is clearly an engineered situation, and I'm confident the reasons for it will be revealed soon. There's no need to jump to conclusions."

Goredolf immediately latched onto Moriarty's confidence, his face lighting up with renewed hope. "Aha! Of course! Leave it to the Napoleon of Crime to deduce the truth! Excellent work, Professor Moriarty!"

Mandricardo, standing slightly to the side, hesitated before speaking up. "Um… sorry to interrupt, but… what do you mean by 'it'll be explained soon'? Who could even have the power to do something like this?" His voice wavered with nervousness, but there was a flicker of determination in his eyes.

Moriarty's grin widened. "Ah, my boy, a very astute question! But let's not rush ahead. Answers will come in due time."

Suzuka Gozen suddenly chimed in, pointing at Ritsuka. "Wait, hold up, Master. Didn't we all hear a voice before we got zapped here? Like, someone was talking to us, right?"

The other Servants murmured in agreement, their gazes collectively shifting toward Ritsuka.

Artoria Lancer stepped forward, her expression serious. "Master, do you think this is another Beast or enemy attack targeting you? It wouldn't be surprising, given your role in fighting for humanity."

Saber Artoria nodded, adding, "It does seem likely. But if that's the case… why didn't they just eliminate Master outright? Why go through the trouble of this elaborate setup?"

A sinister laugh echoed through the room as Douman tilted his head with an eerie grin. "Oh, isn't it obvious? Perhaps they wanted to toy with our dear Master. Draw out his despair, mmm?"

The room bristled with hostility as nearly everyone glared daggers at Douman. His words hung in the air, chilling yet infuriating.

"Shut it, Douman," Jeanne Alter snapped, her crimson eyes burning with anger. "Nobody asked for your creepy commentary."

"Seconded," Gilgamesh growled, glaring at Douman with utter disdain. "Mongrel, keep your poison to yourself, there won't be next warning."

Douman, unbothered by the harsh words, simply shrugged, his grin unfaltering. "Mmmmmm, but I'm merely speculating~."

The room grew tense as KODAC spoke up, breaking the uneasy silence. "I agree with that, but let's not forget—Ritsuka's come this far not just because of his Servants but also because of his… shall we say, stupid thinking." KODAC crossed his arms, a slight smirk playing on his face.

Ritsuka sighed, his expression resigned. "I'll take that as a compliment, I guess."

Before anyone could respond further, Koyanskaya stepped forward with her ever-present sly smirk. "It seems that whoever brought us here is far more powerful than all of us combined. Wouldn't you agree, Master? They even sealed our powers." she purred, her eyes narrowing as if analyzing the situation.

Before Ritsuka could answer, the screen above them flickered, accompanied by a chilling, disembodied voice.

[My apologies for the long wait. I hope you've all been lamenting the events shown to you.]

The sudden voice startled everyone, and the room erupted in chaos.

"What was that?!" Mandricardo yelped, his hand instinctively reaching for his nonexistent sword.

"Th' fuck?!" Jeanne Alter cursed, her usual scowl deepening as she glared at the screen.

The Servants all braced themselves, their battle instincts kicking in, while Ritsuka stared at the screen, his eyes sharp and focused. Saber took a step forward, her voice ringing out with righteous anger.

"Show yourself! Why did you bring us here?!" she demanded, raising her hand to summon Excalibur—only to find her hand empty. Her eyes widened in shock. "My… Excalibur!"

Castoria who saw her staff suddenly disappeared gave similar expression to saber. "My… Staff!"

The voice chuckled darkly. [Ah, yes. Your weaponry has been taken from you all. Can't have you killing each other, now can we? That would render this entire experiment meaningless.]

A wave of unease swept through the room. The realization that even their most iconic weapons had been stripped from them sent chills down their spines.

Ritsuka clenched his fists. "Excuse me!" he called out, his voice laced with urgency. "Can you tell me what happened to Mash and the others? Are they safe?"

The voice replied, calm and seemingly unbothered. [They are still aboard your ship, perfectly safe. You need not worry about them for now.]

Ritsuka breathed a sigh of relief, though the tension in his shoulders remained.

"Hey!" Koyanskaya interjected, her tone dripping with sarcasm and irritation. She shot a sharp glare at the screen. "Would you care to explain what's going on here? Dragging all of us into this mess without so much as a proper introduction is incredibly rude. Even you don't have any ill intentions, you didn't harm us so you are good guy, I suppose but I must say, I really don't like your treatment. How about we settle this with words? If you really strong and good guy why don't you help humanity? Fufu"

The voice chuckled again, this time with a hint of mockery. [Ah, Koyanskaya. Ever the opportunist, always angling for an advantage.]

Koyanskaya took a step back, momentarily caught off guard by the voice's sharpness. Her confident mask faltered as the voice continued.

[Don't bother trying to make any requests or deals with me. I don't need anything from you—or I not will help you guys, for that matter. When you can do anything on your own, the idea of bargaining becomes rather… quaint.]

The voice's dismissive tone sent a chill through the group. Even Koyanskaya, who prided herself on being unshakable, found herself unnerved.

[Now Let me say few things frist]

As the mysterious voice loomed over them, an oppressive silence settled in the room. Suspicion and fear crept into their hearts as they exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what lay ahead. The faint glow of the screen flickered ominously, as if waiting for the perfect moment to reveal its true intentions.

The room grew deathly silent as the voice's chilling words cut through the air.

[I know about your guilt.]

Goredolf visibly flinched, his hands trembling. His lips pressed into a thin line as he tried to maintain composure. Ritsuka, standing nearby, shifted uncomfortably, his shoulders tense. Both felt the weight of the statement like a blade poised to strike, the memories of their actions in the Lostbelts flashing before their eyes.

[I know of your regret.]

Kadoc's calm demeanor cracked momentarily, his fists clenching tightly. His gaze dropped to the ground as the voice bore into him. Goredolf, too, swallowed hard, his mind drifting to the faces of those they couldn't save—or dead because of his actions.

[I know of your true colors.]

James Moriarty stiffened, his hand brushing his collar as though adjusting it to regain his confidence. Oberon, ever the enigma, flinched ever so slightly, his usual smirk faltering for just a second. His eyes darkened as he muttered under his breath, "How... intrusive."

[I know of your selfishness.]

Castoria's breath hitched, and she winced, glancing downward as if ashamed. Tamamo-no-Mae, seated nearby, shifted uncomfortably, her playful facade cracking. "How rude," she murmured weakly, though her tail swayed nervously.

[I know your arrogance.]

Gilgamesh's crimson eyes narrowed, his face darkening into a deep scowl. "Who dares speak to me this way?" he hissed. His pride demanded he dismiss the voice, but the pointed accusation lingered like an unwelcome shadow.

[I know your schemes.]

Dantes's sharp gaze flickered momentarily, his usually stoic expression betraying a faint unease. He clenched his jaw tightly, unwilling to let his inner turmoil show.

[I know your crimes.]

Douman's amused grin widened, his mismatched eyes gleaming with unholy delight. "Oh my, how bold of you! He is not talking about me right? Mmmmm" he said with a chuckle, reclining as though the words were a compliment. His tone was carefree, but the others could feel the malice radiating from him.

"Oh, this will be interesting~" Douman purred, his amusement only deepening as others glared at him with contempt.

The voice didn't wait for their reactions to settle.

[Let me tell you all this… I don't care.]

The bluntness of the statement left many stunned, their expressions frozen in disbelief.

[You can all hype yourselves up however you like.

Make yourselves seem as strong and better fit for leading as possible with your master here.

Try your best to contain your disdain for one another and help each other.

Get Power of friendship or whatever.

I don't care if you do any of this.

You are nothing to me but prisoners.]

Ritsuka looked around the room, his concern deepening as the weight of those words pressed heavily on everyone present. The Servants were not accustomed to being treated as mere pawns, and their expressions showed it.

Gilgamesh growled lowly, his irritation boiling over. "Prisoners? Do you understand whose presence you've dared insult, mongrel?!"

Douman chuckled, leaning forward mockingly. "Now, now, King of Heroes, this is rather entertaining, don't you think?"

"Shut it, Douman," Jeanne Alter snapped, her crimson eyes blazing. "No one asked for your input. Or next time I will kick your ass."

The voice interrupted their rising arguments with finality.

[I am your warden.]

The voice just ignored every one.

A heavy silence fell once again, the authority in the voice undeniable.

[I placed you all here for one reason and one reason only.]

Everyone held their breath, awaiting the explanation.

[You will all watch the story of one person who affected the very core of your world. But this person comes from a parallel world.]

Gasps and murmurs spread through the room. The sheer weight of the revelation hung in the air. Many eyes flickered toward Ritsuka Fujimaru, who stood amidst them.

Saber furrowed her brow in confusion. "Parallel world? Are they saying there's another Ritsuka…?"

Castoria says "He is saying truth. I can still use my fae eyes. I can see the ture. Isn't it right Queen morgan?"

Morgan stepped forward, her piercing gaze locked on the screen. "Yes my husband, I will agree with that demonic clan boar"

"What does this have to do with Master and my goddess self to watch in frist place? Send us back."

Ishtar's voice rang with a regal sharpness as she stepped forward, her golden gaze narrowing.

[A goddess with no power, influence, or worth in a world she knows so little about. Knows only about gems and bring problems for her master, Just because Ritsuka loves you doesn't mean I do, useless goddess.]

The retort struck like a whip, and Ishtar's cheeks burned in indignation. "Excuse me?!" she shouted, clenching her fists.

Gilgamesh burst into loud, mocking laughter. "Ha! What perfect words for the incompetent goddess. Gems and vanity-that is her existence."

Ishtar whirled on him. "Shut it, you golden jerk! Like you're any better!"

The King of Heroes waved her off dismissively, his attention turning to the screen with a smirk. "And when did a mongrel like you decide what a King of Heroes chooses to watch?"

[Shut up. Half-mongrel. This isn't that world which loves you and your golden spoon ass. Please refrain from doing anything that might disrupt the viewing session. Or I will break your legs permanently.]

Gilgamesh froze mid-laugh, his smirk twisting into a frown of pure fury. The sheer audacity of the insult silenced the room, and Saber couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle. Ishtar too laughed at him.

"You, how dare you-!" Gilgamesh began, stepping forward as his rage boiled. "To insult a king to this extent-"

[Like I said, you can't use your weapons, half-mongrel. Remember, my existence is higher than yours.]

The air grew heavier with tension as Gilgamesh's hands clenched at his sides, his crimson red eyes glowing ominously. Yet, without his Gate of Babylon or his EA or his skills, all he could do was seethe. Several Servants, including Jeanne Alter and Morgan, glanced at him warily, ready to intervene if his temper escalated further.

Ritsuka stepped in quickly, sensing the conversation was spiraling out of control. "Excuse me," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the noise. "Why would you show us something like the life of my version from a parallel world? Why me specifically?"

Ishtar crossed her arms with a huff but nodded in agreement, though her cheeks remained puffed in anger.

[Because I'm bored.]

The words echoed flatly, as though the answer was self-evident.

[I want to see how you all react to different Ritsuka fujimaru. You, Ritsuka Fujimaru, are very special to all of them. Aren't you?]

Ritsuka furrowed his brow, glancing around the room. He could feel the eyes of everyone present on him, some concerned, others judgmental.

"But this is wasting time," Ritsuka said, his tone more pleading than angry. "We're in the middle of trying to save my world. Isn't it wrong to delay that?"

[Ah, I see.]

The voice paused, as though amused by his persistence.

[Then how about this: I will show you the future of your world. Let's call it preparation for upcoming wars. How does that sound? Don't worry about Time, time doesn't move forward here.]

The room went silent at the proposition. Several Servants exchanged uncertain glances.

James Moriarty adjusted his monocle, his sharp gaze settling on Ritsuka. "Accept it, Ritsuka Fujimaru. A being of this power has no reason to lie to us. Whatever we gain from this will likely be invaluable."

Ritsuka hesitated then he saw Castoria and Morgan who nodded this entity saying truth. "Alright. If it' II help us prepare, then we' Il do it."

The others murmured their agreement, though some like Gilgamesh and Ishtar still wore expressions of displeasure.

[Good, dear audience.]

The screen's light intensified as the voice continued.

[Now that everyone is finally here and my screen has finished loading the episode for you... Let me start the session.]

The screen flickered once more.

As the voice addressed the room once again, a sudden, unexpected comment took everyone by surprise.

[Also, I forgot to say, Miss Habetrot. You are my favorite person in this room. If you have any discomfort, please let me know, and I will try to make things favorable to you.]

The sudden declaration left Morgan and Ritsuka blinking in confusion, while Haberot herself froze in place, clearly not expecting the compliment.

With a warm, friendly smile that carried her usual charm, Haberot replied, "Thank you! I'm very happy to be your favorite person. I don't have any discomfort, but I will let you know if I do in the future." She tilted her head curiously. "But I would like to know—would it be possible for you to bring Mash here?"

The room fell silent at the mention of Mashu. Ritsuka straightened, a flicker of hope crossing his face, while Saber and Artoria Lancer also perked up, ready to voice their agreement.

[Sorry, but I will not bring Mashu. She's a weirdo who sees her Senpai as Mr. Perfect, and I find her reactions boring.]

The bluntness of the response made several jaws drop.

"Mashu is not a weirdo!" Saber exclaimed indignantly, stepping forward. "She is a loyal, kind-hearted knight and Ritsuka's most trusted companion!"

"She's more than just that!" Artoria Lancer added firmly. "Mashu is irreplaceable knight and friend to us."

Even Ritsuka's voice rose. "Mash is my closest ally! Without her, I wouldn't have made it this far!"

[Stop it.] The voice cut them off sharply.

[Mashu is a weirdo from anyone's eyes but yours. Sure, she may look like a sincere, cute kouhai to you, but let's be real: she's strange. For fifteen years, she didn't make friends because of her belief that she could only connect with 'average humans.' That's… bizarre. You can ask Kadoc for more details about her background, Ritsuka. Not everyone loves Mashu, I know more about her than anyone here.]

Ritsuka felt a pang of shock at the mention of Mashu's history. He glanced at kadoc, Morgan and Castoria, who looked uncomfortable but gave him a small nod, silently confirming that the voice wasn't lying.

Haberot, who had been quietly listening, raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's a rather harsh take. But if you're not going to bring her here, then let's move on, shall we?"

The entity's tone softened once again.

[Okay, let's move on to the show. Enjoy.]

The screen flickered, beginning to load, and everyone settled into their seats, their thoughts clouded by the peculiar interaction.

As the screen is loading, Many had differing reactions to the mysterious entity's earlier words and demeanor.

Morgan whispered to herself, narrowing her eyes. "Why show favoritism to Haberot? What does this entity gain by being so rude to others but kind to her?"

Jeanne Alter scoffed from her seat, folding her arms. "What an annoying voice. Acting high and mighty like it owns us."

Gilgamesh glared at the screen, his irritation barely contained. "This 'warden' dares to mock a king. It had better show something worth my time."

Meanwhile, Ritsuka sat quietly, his thoughts drifting to Mashu. He couldn't shake the voice's words about her history. Was there truth to them? How much about Mashu's past did he not know?

Again the voice returned

[Hold on.]

Suzuka Gozen, lounging in her usual relaxed posture, felt her thoughts freeze mid-sentence.

'Damn it, from his voice, he's probably in his early 20s. Why does he have symptoms of dementia?'

Before she could finish her mental quip, the voice cut in with pinpoint precision.

[I'm 21 in my kind, and I don't have any dementia, Suzuka. How about you first understand your own feelings regarding your Master before commenting on me?]

Her face burned with sudden embarrassment. "What?! How did he read my thoughts?" she blurted out, quickly falling silent as the second part of his statement hit her. She glanced briefly toward Ritsuka, then turned her head away, trying to look indifferent.

Tamamo-no-Mae smirked faintly, muttering under her breath, "He has a talent for making enemies with his tongue, I see."

Gilgamesh, ever eager to seize an opportunity, chuckled coldly. "You foolish warden. Stop forgetting everything. Or do you think yourself above us with this pitiful display of absentmindedness?"

Ritsuka crossed his arms, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the chaos. "Anything else, Mr. X?" he asked, his tone slightly amused but also cautious.

The voice returned, almost sheepish in its reply.

[I forgot to mention, I've brought a few more people to join you. Ritsuka, your mom wouldn't stop asking me to let her come, and she insisted I bring two special guests as well. I agreed to her request.]

Ritsuka's face shifted from curiosity to realization. "I think I already know who it is…" he murmured.

Suddenly, the air shimmered, and three familiar figures appeared: Alter Ego Tiamat, Beast Draco, and Fou.

Fou immediately leaped into Ritsuka's arms, curling up comfortably as if this was the only place it belonged.

Tiamat's motherly voice filled the room as she stepped forward. "Ritsuka, your mom has come for you. You're such a good child. Mom's been a bit worried…"

Her radiant smile caused an immediate ripple of reactions across the room.

Morgan and Tamamo exchanged a glance before standing and bowing in unison. "Mother-in-law," they greeted respectfully.

Tiamat clapped her hands together joyfully. "Mom is so happy to see my good daughters-in-law! I hope to see a big family soon!"

The remark instantly sent a shockwave of jealousy through the female Servants, with many glaring daggers at Morgan and Tamamo.

Ritsuka, though a bit flustered, managed to greet both Tiamat and Draco properly. "It's good to see you again, Mom. Draco, welcome."

Nero Claudius, who had been quietly observing, suddenly spoke up with an excited tone. "Umu! You look like the sweetest thing I've ever seen," she said, addressing Beast Draco. "No surprise at all, after all, I am Rome, and beauty is my domain!"

Draco, however, stiffened at the sight of Nero, her expression shifting into a glare. "Ah… so you're here. Foolish me, not knowing even what you are, how carefree… Keep your tongue in check because there won't be a next time!"

The sudden hostility stunned Nero momentarily, but before anyone could intervene, Tiamat stepped in.

She tilted her head lovingly toward Draco. "Draco, my sweet daughter, are you going through a complicated phase of puberty? Mom can hug you if you want. Don't be afraid of your fawning mother."

Draco's face twisted in frustration, her voice rising in protest. "Stop hugging me! You're so irritating! Both you and I are beasts—we'll always be incompatible with each other!" She struggled against Tiamat's affection. "Eeei! Stop it! Don't pet my head, don't hug me! You're not my mother!!"

Tiamat, unfazed, continued to smile warmly. "You'll always be my precious child, no matter what you say."

The rest of the room couldn't help but watch the chaotic family dynamic unfold. Tamamo quietly whispered to Morgan, "It seems our dear husband comes with very high expectations for family life."

Morgan smirked faintly but kept her gaze locked on Tiamat. "At least she approves of us. That gives us an edge."

Ritsuka, meanwhile, simply sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking down at Fou for some semblance of comfort. "I guess it's going to be same like in past week…"

In the corner, Douman observed with a gleeful smirk, leaning slightly toward Moriarty. "Mmmm This is delightful! I'm learning so much about our dear Master's unique connections. What do you think, Professor?"

Moriarty adjusted his glasses thoughtfully. "It seems the warden has a flair for spectacle. Still, this chaotic 'family reunion' might serve as a valuable distraction before the main event begins."

Ritsuka Fujimaru's warm smile grew as he looked at Draco, a rare softness emanating from his demeanor. However, this display only seemed to infuriate the Beast-class servant further.

"Oi, Fujimaru, remove that look," Draco snapped, crossing her arms and glaring at him. "I dislike it."

But Ritsuka didn't falter. Instead, his smile widened, almost as if he were amused by her reaction. "It's good to see you again, Draco," he said softly, raising his hand in a casual attempt to pat her head.

Before he could, Draco lunged forward and bit down on his hand.

"Ahhh, it hurts!" Ritsuka cried out, waving his trapped hand slightly but not pulling away. He winced, but his tone was still lighthearted.

The scene drew a mix of exasperated stares and disbelief from the gathered Servants. Most of them were already used to their Master's bizarre antics, but the sight of him casually playing with one of humanity's greatest threats was still surreal.

"Is this normal?" Kadoc whispered, glancing at Goredolf, who was seconds away from passing out from stress.

"Unfortunately... yes," Goredolf replied, shaking himself awake.

Ritsuka chuckled nervously, Draco still latched onto his hand. "They're not enemies of humanity anymore," he explained, as if that excused everything. "They' ve changed. Trust me."

The Servants exchanged resigned glances before responding in unison:

"If you say so, Master."

Ritsuka's face turned slightly red at their collective response, and he quickly tried to redirect the conversation. "A-Anyway, Mr. X, is there anything else?"

The mysterious voice echoed back.

[No.]

Draco, hearing the voice, finally released Ritsuka's hand, her expression twisting into a scowl. "There it is! You bastard!! Did you seal my powers? I' Il kill you!"

[Will you? I'd like to see you try, you little red lizard.]

Draco growled, her claws twitching. "Watch your mouth-"

[If you don't want Ritsuka to see the sunset, then stop making a mess. I'm not Ritsuka, who can charm anyone. Not only me, but no one can replicate what he did. So my actions will be rude if necessary.]

Draco flinched, her anger momentarily replaced by concern. "Tch... Fine. I get it." She sat back reluctantly, muttering under her breath. "Soc... soc..."

The tension in the room eased slightly, but the air remained charged. Morgan seized the opportunity to address the mysterious figure. "I won't let you harm my husband," she declared firmly. "But Mr. X, bring my knights here. Now."

Everyone froze, staring at Morgan in disbelief. No one had ever dared demand anything from the enigmatic and clearly powerful Mr. Χ.

The voice responded without hesitation.

[Okay, Queen Morgan but only for now, I listen to you.]

If the room was shocked before, it was utterly stunned now. Even Gilgamesh, seated at the farthest and most aloof position, raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.

Suddenly, the space shimmered, and Morgan's Tam Lin knights appeared.

Tam Lin Baobhan Sith was holding a DVD case of a horror movie, her expression one of mild annoyance at being interrupted.

Tam Lin Barghest was clutching a Dragon Ball manga volume, her calm reading session rudely interrupted.

Tam Lin Mélusine, however, seemed ecstatic the moment she spotted Ritsuka. She rushed forward and embraced him tightly, her voice filled with relief.

"Master, I was looking for you!"

Morgan greeted her knights with a regal nod. "You are to stay here and watch the events unfold. That is my command."

The trio exchanged glances before nodding. "As you wish, Mo-Your Majesty," Baobhan Sith replied, her tone playful.

Barghest sighed but agreed. "Understood, Your Majesty."

Mélusine, still holding onto Ritsuka, looked up at him with sparkling eyes. "If that's what Queen Morgan wants, then I' II stay by your side, Master."

The voice returned, almost tiredly.

[I think this is enough for now. But those two Merlins are too annoying, so I've locked them in a separate room to watch this show. Maybe I'll join them when the Shining Knight appears for beasts. For now, enjoy the show.]

Baobhan Sith tilted her head curiously. "Who's the Shining Knight he spoke about?"

"More importantly," Barghest added, "who is this guy?"

Mélusine, unbothered, simply clung to Ritsuka.

The screen flickered to life, cutting off any further questions.

"Everyone, take a seat," Ritsuka instructed, gesturing toward the rows of chairs that had materialized.

Tiamat immediately took the seat to Ritsuka's right, smiling warmly as she patted Fou, who perched on Ritsuka's shoulder. Tamamo claimed the seat to his left, her usual sly grin in place. Mélusine sat behind Ritsuka back seat.

The other female Servants quickly filled the surrounding seats, while Goredolf, kadoc, Moriarty, Mandricardo, Douman, Dantès, and Oberon settled into a row behind them.

Gilgamesh, true to form, opted to sit at the very back, above everyone else, his expression unreadable.