If someone asked who Roy was, the answers would be many: Magician of the Third Magic, champion of justice, slayer of Dead Apostle Ancestors, half-baked king of Uruk, a time-traveler saving the future.
In just over a year, he'd lived adventures most never see, no longer the naive novice from Fuyuki City.
What storms hadn't he weathered?
To Ritsuka Fujimaru, Roy was a mysterious, powerful mentor, a pillar shielding others from the tempest.
Barring the Nasuverse's absolute ceilings, Roy feared no one.
If he asked Zelretch again about his odds against Crimson Moon, he was confident he'd shift the crushing defeat to a 40-60, maybe even 50-50 split.
Compared to a year ago, his growth was colossal, a force no being could ignore.
Yet, even he, this mighty he, had to admit, this scene was a first!!
Yanking off the blanket revealed the figure nestled against him, someone so unexpected, so unimaginable, it floored him.
Worse, the golden-haired litle girl didn't stir. Shivering slightly in the winter morning chill, she curled tighter, burrowing back into the covers with a new pose.
"…"
The air turned weird, and Roy's heart fell into brief, stunned silence.
He needed to think.
Slumped on the tatami, the young man's emotions churned. Hesitating, he tremblingly reached out, flipped the blanket open, then snapped it shut.
Huh?
Yeah…
The litle girl was still there, now clinging closer, her sleep disturbed by his fussing, adjusting to hug him tighter.
Confirmed: no illusion. A litle girl did sneak into his bed.
Her cute face and warm presence prompted a sigh: what a fine litle girl…
Though their first meeting in this world, Roy's past as a Chaldea Master let him peg her identity instantly, no explanation needed.
Abigail…
A lovable, pitiable girl, met in a Subspecies Singularity after conquering the Temple of Time.
The Nasuverse's planet had a nasty habit of spawning Inner Worlds, birthing countless characters across novels, manga, games, and lore. Adding up protagonists and passersby, they numbered beyond hundreds, uncountable.
Roy had quit during the Lostbelt era, too slow to keep up, missing much. But earlier events stuck.
After gleaning resources from Matou Zouken to learn magecraft, he'd cast suggestion spells on his mind to deepen memories of key plot points.
So…
This adorable girl, with her cute sleeping posture and high fanbase popularity, was instantly recognizable.
[A sinner, bound by seven knots. Seeking redemption in heretical lands, she heralds the devil's harvest. Who will the pure maiden point to as the next sacrifice?]
The petite girl's silky golden hair, languid expression, and familiar face, especially the lock-shaped mark on her forehead, cemented her identity.
A lock-shaped forehead mark sounded odd, but on this beauty, it felt oddly fitting, even cute. That wide brow and big keyhole? A quirky charm point.
Abigail Williams, a girl chosen and favored by an Outer God.
So…
"…What's going on? Why's she in my bed?"
Roy pinched his chin, studying the sleeping, unresponsive girl, channeling Sherlock Holmes as his mind raced to analyze the situation.
Holy Grail War?
Impossible…
As a Magician of the Third Magic, he'd sense any magus or ritual tampering with the Third Magic.
A Grail War? He'd know. Plus…
What Grail War summons Foreigners?
Maybe a Spiritron Transfer projected a Singularity into reality?
Also impossible…
Thanks to him, Chaldeas was nipped before it bloomed. Zelretch was off in another timeline tackling an Alien God.
Here, after that phone call upon his return, Kayneth and El-Melloi had sharpened their knives, flying that night to Earth's end to shut down the Chaldea project.
As for Marisbury?
Whether he sensed trouble or feared Roy's wrath, he'd killed himself before Roy returned.
Yes, suicide.
The Department of Policies and Department of Spiritual Evocation confirmed it: self-inflicted, body and soul, irreparable.
It rocked the Clock Tower. A Lord of the Department of Astromancy, a key figure in the rising faction, dead in his office? Why? Was it murder masked as suicide?
The Department of Policies scoured Marisbury's domain for answers, but the verdict was clear: suicide.
No one knew why this Astronomy Lord, a faction leader, took his life.
Roy was stunned by the news.
He hadn't expected Marisbury to be so ruthless, dying to dodge accountability.
Fair enough. The Department of Astromancy had astrology and fate-observing methods.
Though Roy's fate was a void, Marisbury could read his own or Chaldea's.
He likely foresaw something, destroyed all evidence, left Kayneth and El-Melloi an empty shell, and killed himself to shield his family and faction from his heretical deeds.
His actions were a cosmic betrayal to the planet and humanity, shocking even the mystic world.
Exposure meant his clan's annihilation, Sealing Designations, or worse.
Suicide, erasing all traces, ensured no fallout for his kin, a final gambit.
Roy, learning this, was floored but didn't dwell or desecrate the dead. He just told Kayneth to search the Animusphere family and Chaldea for data, gently.
One whale's death feeds many.
Marisbury's demise left the Animusphere whale vulnerable. In the Clock Tower's dog-eat-dog world, who could resist a bite?
But dining followed hierarchy. With Kayneth and El-Melloi watching, lesser families got scraps, while the duo secured the real prizes.
After consulting Roy and taking a cut as reward, they spared the Animuspheres excessive grief. Their faction seat remained, protected in weakness, though stripped of real power, allowing their legacy to limp on.
The Animusphere elders, losing half their resources, were still grateful.
A Lord's death typically meant absorption or plunder. Losing half but preserving their core gave hope. With their foundation, centuries might restore their status.
Thus, in a blur, Roy resolved the Chaldeas mess?
Yes, done.
Even the Antarctic observatory was demolished by Kayneth's high-rise explosions. Staff were detained, Marisbury's half-formed Team A arrested.
A happy ending. The operation recovered the tenth of Solomon's rings, ensuring no magus could summon the King of the Demon Gods, preventing Human Order Incineration. With Chaldeas gone, the Alien God was stillborn. All should be well.
Then, seeing Abigail in his bed this morning, Roy's heart sank, a bad feeling creeping in.
"Wasn't it all settled? Why this? Abigail's here, am I tangled in some mess again…?"
Muttering, Roy poked the sleeping girl's soft, smooth cheek, giving it a gentle pinch.
Mhm, nice.
So smooth, oddly soothing. Unlike Ishtar, this girl's face had a hint of baby fat, yielding a unique sensation.
Pinching felt great, but he didn't realize his curious touch risked disaster. The planet beneath might shatter if Abigail, roused groggily with morning grumpiness, unleashed her overflowing energy.
Blinded by her pure cuteness, or trusting Abigail's goodness, Roy couldn't just sit pondering. Waking her gently to ask what happened seemed right.
He didn't deny wanting to pinch her cheek.
If possible, he'd even slip a finger into that keyhole on her forehead to test its feel.
Not because he's a creep or saw weird imagus, humans are curious, okay? OCD too.
A keyhole on her forehead? Who wouldn't wonder? Wanting to explore it was pure instinct.
He resisted, unsure if it was sensitive for Abigail. Rude to try.
So, he pinched her cheek, musing on the situation, forgetting he was still pinching, lost in the moment.
When the blonde girl's clear, blue eyes snapped open, his hand was still at it. She didn't mind, awkwardly sitting up on him, locking eyes with those blue orbs, and began to speak.
"I'm Abigail."
Nodding at her brief introduction, Roy already knew her origins.
"Mhm, I know."
Honestly, her adorable sleeping face and soft cheeks washed away his fatigue and doubts.
Cute things really do cleanse the soul!!
"Hm?"
Sensing his distraction, the girl atop him repeated, "I'm Abigail."
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
Roy smiled, unbothered by her sitting on him. Who could dislike a cutie like Abby?
But their position was compromising. If seen, his hard-earned rep would collapse. Shiki was waiting, and dawdling could spell trouble.
Retracting his pinching hand, Roy hooked his fingers under Abigail's armpits and lifted, up she goes~
Like hoisting a kitten, he set the adorable blonde on the tatami beside him. There, step one done.
Next…
"Abigail's a good girl, right?~ Can you tell me how you got here? And how you snuck into my bed?"
Patting her head, Roy found her silky golden hair as comfy as her cheeks.
Her tiny frame and cute, dazed look were irresistibly lovable. He understood why Abby's fanbase among Masters was sky-high.
Who could dislike such an adorable sister?
Cute as she was, questioning was necessary. Knowing Abigail made her danger clearer. Tied to Yog-Sothoth, one of the Cthulhu Mythos' three pillars, she was a true Foreigner, FGO's first Descender.
Adorable, likable, but bypassing his senses to climb into his bed was terrifying. Assessing her identity and threat was a must.
As if reading his thoughts, "Abigail" Hid nothing, dropping a bombshell to correct his earlier address.
"I'm Abigail, but not Abigail, not a Foreigner Servant or ordinary girl. Call me Yog-Sothoth. It's not precise, but you'll get it."
"I sensed you liked this form, so I crossed time and space to borrow this girl's body from Salem."
"Oh… from Salem. Of course…"
Her words cracked the puzzle he'd been mulling, sparking memories of the Salem Subspecies Singularity.
But in the next instant, a word that shouldn't be here hit him. His eyes widened, body stiffening, neck creaking like a jammed gear as he stared at the girl beside him.
"Wait, what did you just say? Yog-Sothoth? The All-in-One? The Lurker at the Threshold? That one?!"
The sentence's weight slammed his mind, shattering his practiced calm in a heartbeat.
Abigail, or Yog-Sothoth, acted unfazed, her expression steady. Sitting there, she watched Roy's shock, her lips curling into a faintly smug smile.
"Hehe~ Guess away."
"But I like you, always have, and I've been watching you. That's why I borrowed this body to suit your tastes."
Ignoring his reeling mind, Abigail spoke on.
"I've more to say, but time's up. Go drive that girl you care about to school. Don't let your happiness slip away."
"Wait!!"
Hearing an Outer God casually urge him to drive someone to school sent Roy's brain buzzing with absurdity. He reached to stop her, craving answers.
But Abigail's figure vanished, as if she'd never been there.
At that moment, Shiki's annoyed voice rang from outside the wooden door.
"Hey, idiot! Sleeping 'til when? Get out, or I'm kicking this door in!"
Her shout came with the creak of the trembling door.
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