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Chapter 71: Now I want him

As Jalter was on her dragon flying, as she was blushing Gilles just looked at her

Gilles just looked at her. "Are you Jeane"

Jalter looked at him with her pupil turning into hearts. "I want him"

Vald who was on another dragon spoke. "Who is Him"

Carmilla then spoke. "Probably that master what was his name"

Jalter then spoke. "Ritsuka that what I heard other me calling him".

Jalter's gaze softened as she mentioned Ritsuka's name, her heart racing at the thought. "Ritsuka… he's different. I can feel something about him, something I've never felt before. Even though I'm… well, me—"

Gilles raised an eyebrow, a sly smile creeping onto his face. "Ah, so it's more than just a passing fancy then? The legendary Jeanne d'Arc, smitten by a master. This is deliciously ironic."

Vald chuckled, amused by the situation. "Careful, Jalter. You might end up in a knightly rivalry if you're not cautious. Who knows how your other self would react?"

Carmilla, her curiosity piqued, leaned closer, her eyes glinting mischievously. "And what do you plan to do about it? It seems your heart is tangled with both admiration and competition. Do you wish to claim him for yourself?"

Jalter blushed even deeper, the wind whipping through her hair as she tried to find the right words. "I don't know! I mean, I'm supposed to be the 'evil' version of Jeane, right? But Ritsuka makes me feel… different. I want to understand why."

Gilles leaned forward, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Then you must embrace it, my lady. If you desire this master, go after him! Just imagine the chaos we could unleash if you were to sway him to our side. He could become a powerful ally, and your feelings might just be the key to unraveling whatever dark plot awaits us."

Vald nodded, clearly intrigued. "But it could also lead to complications. What if your feelings cause you to hesitate in battle? Or worse, what if your other self tries to reclaim him for herself? You'll need to be prepared for anything."

Jalter clenched her fists, determination seeping into her voice. "I won't let that happen. If I have to confront my other self, I will. But first, I need to understand what Ritsuka is truly about. If he truly is someone worth fighting for, then I must learn more about him."

Carmilla smirked, her demeanor shifting slightly. "Then let's use this to our advantage. We'll observe Ritsuka and his companions, learn their strengths and weaknesses, and when the time comes, we can act."

As they flew through the sky, Jalter felt a new resolve forming within her. No matter the risks, she was determined to uncover the truth about her feelings and the power they held. The thought of Ritsuka ignited a fire in her heart, one she wouldn't easily extinguish.

The skies above were darkening, hinting at the approaching storm of conflict. But amidst the chaos, a new path was being forged—a path that could lead to redemption or further entanglement in the complex web of their fates. Jalter knew one thing for certain: her heart would guide her, no matter the consequences.

Jalter then spoke. "Another reason I want him is simple, it for the children of the house of flames, they already see me as there mother they need father, so for now on"

Jalter looked at the tree of them. "Your top priority if you see Ritsuka Fujimaru is kidnapped him and brining to my Castle.... In one Piece and live Or else".

The air around them crackled with Jalter's intense conviction. Gilles, Vald, and Carmilla exchanged glances, each processing her unexpected declaration.

Gilles, ever the provocateur, smirked. "So, it's not just about you, is it? You're aiming for a legacy now. How romantic! I do love a good tale of love and ambition."

Vald, still maintaining a playful demeanor, tilted his head. "But you do realize, Jalter, that if we're going to play the role of kidnapper, we need a plan. This Ritsuka must be a formidable master; we can't just swoop in and hope for the best."

Carmilla's expression shifted to one of intrigue. "A father figure for the children of the house of flames? That's quite the twist. Do you truly think he will accept that role? Or are you simply projecting your desires onto him?"

Jalter straightened up, her eyes shining with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "I believe he will. He's kind, strong, and compassionate. I can feel it in my bones. The children deserve a family, and if I'm to protect them, then I need Ritsuka by my side. They see me as their mother, and I won't let them down."

The three servants nodded, sensing the gravity of Jalter's words.

"Very well," Gilles said, his playful tone now laced with seriousness. "But we'll need to be careful. Ritsuka's companions are not to be underestimated. They might come looking for him, and they will be strong."

Carmilla crossed her arms, her white hair fluttering in the wind. "We can't just kidnap him without a strategy. We need to isolate him, make sure he's away from his allies long enough to convince him."

Vald chimed in, "A distraction might be in order. Perhaps we could create chaos elsewhere to draw his companions away. With them occupied, we could swoop in and take him to your castle. Then, it's just a matter of charm, persuasion, and a touch of ruthlessness."

Jalter nodded, her resolve strengthening. "Yes! We can set a trap. I'll be the one to talk to him, to convince him that this is the right choice. He has to see that we can be a family. We will use the chaos to our advantage. Just think of the stories that will come from it!"

With a shared sense of purpose, the group began to formulate their plan. Jalter felt a rush of excitement and fear as she considered the consequences of her decision. But deep down, she knew she had to pursue this path. For the children and for herself.

"Remember," Jalter declared, her voice steady, "bring him to me unharmed. I will not tolerate failure. The future of the house of flames depends on it!"

As they soared through the sky on their dragons, the trio of servants began plotting their next moves, unaware of the storm brewing below. Ritsuka and his companions were oblivious to the impending ambush, caught up in their own struggles against the specters of the past. The threads of fate were weaving a complex tapestry, and soon enough, they would find themselves entangled in a battle far greater than any they had faced before.

Jalter then spoke as her eyes onece again turned to heart. "You will get him for, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want, Hahahhaahhahahahahahahahahhaahahahahhahahahahahahhaahhaha"

The other 3 servent stepped back, but how much of Yandere Jalter was being, Gilles was wondering what was in the Grail or what was in his mind when he created their Verison sod Jeane D Arc, it all went correct up to will what ever the hell is going on now.

The atmosphere around them shifted, growing heavy with the intensity of Jalter's obsession. Her laughter echoed ominously in the air, reverberating off the rocky landscape as the other servants exchanged uneasy glances.

Gilles, ever the tactician, raised an eyebrow, trying to assess the situation. "Well, it seems we have a problem, my dear friends. Yandere Jalter is in full swing, and I must admit, it's both entertaining and terrifying. Are we certain she can control this passion of hers?"

Vald chuckled nervously, attempting to lighten the mood. "Perhaps we should consider a backup plan in case she becomes too... enthusiastic. I doubt Ritsuka will take kindly to being treated like a prize."

Carmilla, who had been observing Jalter closely, finally spoke up. "What concerns me more is the instability. We need to be cautious, or we might find ourselves in the crossfire of her emotions. If Ritsuka somehow rejects her... well, it could lead to disaster."

Jalter, still in her blissful haze, didn't seem to hear them. "I want him! I want him! I want him!" she continued to chant, her voice echoing like a mantra. Her heart-shaped pupils glowed with fervor, reflecting a mixture of determination and an unsettling fixation. "I will have him, and no one will stand in my way! He will see me for who I truly am, and I will prove that I am the best choice for him!"

As her laughter faded into an eerie silence, Gilles took a cautious step forward. "Jalter, darling, remember that we are allies in this endeavor. We want the same thing, but we must tread carefully. We can't let this obsession blind us to strategy. Ritsuka is no ordinary master."

Jalter finally seemed to snap out of her daze, blinking as she looked at the trio before her. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just... the thought of him... I can't help it! It feels like my heart is on fire!"

Carmilla crossed her arms, her expression softening slightly. "We understand, but passion can cloud your judgment. If you want to win him over, you need a clear mind. And that starts with a well-thought-out plan. We can't let emotions dictate our actions."

Vald nodded in agreement. "We need to ensure our approach is clever and tactical. If we can present ourselves as allies first, it might make it easier to approach Ritsuka and sway him to your side."

Jalter took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "You're right. I must remain focused. We'll gather information, create a distraction, and lure him in. He will see that I am worthy of his affection, and I will not let my emotions jeopardize our goal."

With renewed determination, Jalter's eyes flickered back to their original state. The fervent flames of desire still burned brightly within her, but now they were tempered with a sense of purpose.

"Let's begin," she commanded, her voice firm and decisive. "We need to know where Ritsuka and his companions are headed. Let's gather our forces and prepare for the next step. The house of flames will rise, and Ritsuka will be part of it!"

As the group set off, the gravity of their mission weighed heavily on them. Jalter's obsession was now part of the plan, a dangerous but powerful motivation driving them forward. In the shadows, Ritsuka and his companions were oblivious to the chaos that was about to ensue, unaware that their paths were about to cross with the very person who sought to claim them as her own.

Meanwhile with Ritsuka, as he was with Morgana and Kama, Morgan and Kama were laying on his shoulder as Mash, was by his side as will and so was Morgan, as he felt a chilled

Marie looked at him. "Are you ok".

Ritsuka looked at them. "I don't know, but um I got a feeling of dread".

Mozart looked at and spoke. "It is probably noting, I mean what can happen"

Jeane then spoke. "Yeah what can exactly go wrong right now".

Ritsuka looked at Jeane. "Yeah probably, let's just go to sleep everyone".

As Ritsuka settled down, the weight of the day began to lift, but the feeling of dread lingered like a dark cloud overhead. He lay on the ground, surrounded by his companions, who were a mixture of exhaustion and camaraderie. The night air was cool, filled with the distant sounds of nature, but it did little to ease Ritsuka's unsettled mind.

Mash, sensing Ritsuka's unease, shifted slightly closer to him. "Senpai, if something is bothering you, you can talk to us. We're all in this together."

Ritsuka glanced at her, appreciating her concern. "Thanks, Mash. I just have this strange feeling that something is about to happen. It's like a warning bell in my mind."

Kama, who had been resting her head on Ritsuka's shoulder, sat up, her eyes serious. "You're not the only one. I felt it too, but I figured it was just the aftermath of the battle. Sometimes, the energy of the fight lingers longer than expected."

Morgan nodded, her usual bravado replaced with a hint of somberness. "The darkness in this singularity is palpable. There's a sense of something malevolent lurking nearby, waiting for the right moment to strike. We should remain vigilant."

Jeane, trying to lighten the mood, chimed in, "But we're a strong group! Whatever comes our way, we'll face it together. Right?"

Just as she spoke, a sudden chill swept through the air, causing everyone to shiver. Ritsuka's instincts kicked in, and he quickly sat up, alert. "That wasn't just the wind. Something's off."

Mozart, attempting to ease the tension, strummed a few chords on his lute. "Perhaps it's just the atmosphere playing tricks on us. A little music might help lift our spirits!" His fingers danced across the strings, filling the air with a melodic tune.

As Ritsuka listen to the music he fell asleep, as his new servant dream cycle started

To be continued


Chapter 72: Morgan Memory Part 2

Ritsuka opened his eyes in the dark void, to be more correct back in the servant dream cycle, as he saw Aesc.

Ritsuka looked at Aesc. "So who's dream is it this time"

Aesc gave him a smile. "Looks it is Morgan again, last time we left, was with Mordred".

Ritsuka looked at her. "Before the down fall of Camelot".

Aesc floated beside him, her eyes shining with a soft light. "Let's see what Morgan has to show us. It's a pivotal moment in her life, one that shaped her into the woman she is now."

The void began to shimmer, and the scenery shifted, revealing the misty hills of Camelot. The air was thick with tension, and Ritsuka could feel the weight of impending conflict. They stood on a cliff overlooking the legendary kingdom, where the banners of Camelot waved proudly in the breeze, their colors vivid against the darkening sky.

In the distance, Ritsuka spotted a figure—a young Morgan, her long hair flowing behind her like a dark river. She stood poised, her expression a mix of determination and sorrow as she watched the bustling kingdom below. Aesc stepped closer, her eyes focused on Morgan.

"Let's listen," she said, and Ritsuka nodded, straining to catch the words of the past.

Morgan spoke softly, almost to herself, "This was supposed to be a place of hope… a beacon of light for all of Britain. Yet, here I stand, burdened by shadows of betrayal." Her voice trembled with emotion, and Ritsuka could sense her deep-rooted conflict.

Suddenly, another figure appeared beside her—Mordred, her child and rival, filled with a fiery spirit. "Mother, we must fight! We can't let them take Camelot from us!"

Morgan turned to her, the pain evident in her eyes. "Mordred, the battle we face is not just against our enemies. It's against our own blood, against the very ideals we once cherished. Are you ready to bear that weight?"

Ritsuka felt a pang of empathy. He knew well the complexities of family ties and the burdens they carried. Mordred's youthful bravado clashed sharply with Morgan's somber demeanor, and he could see the cracks forming in their relationship.

Mordred clenched her fists, her voice rising in defiance. "I will not stand idly by while others dictate our fate! Camelot deserves to be fought for, even if it means going against you!"

The tension in the air crackled as Morgan's expression hardened. "And what if fighting means losing everything we hold dear? Think carefully, my daughter. The path of vengeance is a lonely one."

Ritsuka's heart ached at the words. He had witnessed the consequences of vengeance before, the endless cycle of pain it could bring. He turned to Aesc, whose eyes mirrored his concern.

"This moment is crucial," Aesc whispered. "It was when their destinies began to diverge. Morgan wished to protect, while Mordred sought to prove herself."

Suddenly, the scene shifted again, and the sound of clashing swords echoed around them. The battlefield was alive with chaos, knights of the Round Table clashing against dark forces. Morgan stood at the forefront, her form commanding and regal, wielding a blade that radiated a fierce power.

"Stand firm, my knights!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the clamor. "We fight not just for Camelot, but for the very soul of our kingdom!"

Ritsuka watched in awe as Morgan fought valiantly, her movements graceful yet powerful. But amidst the chaos, he noticed Mordred in the distance, her gaze filled with conflict, torn between following her mother and her own desires.

As the battle raged on, the echoes of Morgan's and Mordred's struggles began to intertwine. Ritsuka realized that their destinies were woven into the fabric of Camelot itself—a tapestry of love, loss, and unbreakable bonds that would ultimately shape the fate of their world.

And then, just as quickly as it began, the dream shifted again, plunging them back into the dark void.

Ritsuka took a deep breath, his heart heavy with the revelations. "So much pain, so much sacrifice… It's a cycle that never seems to end."

Aesc nodded solemnly. "Indeed. But understanding their struggles may help you guide them in the present. Morgan's past is not just hers; it's a reflection of all of us, a reminder that our choices resonate through time."

As the void settled around them, Ritsuka steeled himself for what was to come next, ready to delve deeper into Morgan's memories and perhaps uncover the keys to their salvation in the tumultuous battle ahead.

Ritsuka looked at Aesc. "I never thought Morgan was a Knight in the round table".

Aesc looked at him. "She never was, she was a mage, that why the legends never mention her, she fought and led knight but she was more of Caster"

Ritsuka then looked at her. "Then why is she a Beserker Servant"

Aesc srugged. "I don't know, I maybe younger Morgan but even I know so much dear Husband".

Ritsuka's brows furrowed as he processed Aesc's words. "So, she was never truly recognized as a Knight of the Round Table? That must have weighed heavily on her."

Aesc nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Morgan has always been in the shadows of Camelot's legends. The tales sung about the knights often overshadowed her contributions. She was a protector and strategist, using her magic to bolster their strength, but history favored the heroes wielding swords rather than the ones weaving spells."

Ritsuka contemplated this revelation. "It makes sense, though. She's powerful in her own right, but her legacy has been obscured by the very figures she fought alongside."

"But there's more to it," Aesc continued, her voice growing serious. "Morgan's Berserker class signifies her immense power, but it also symbolizes her rage and betrayal. The anger she felt for being overlooked and the pain of losing everything she cared about transformed her into that manifestation of fury."

Ritsuka's heart ached at the thought. "So, her identity as a Berserker is intertwined with her struggles and emotions. It's a testament to what she has endured."

"Exactly," Aesc affirmed. "The Berserker class channels those raw emotions into formidable strength, but it also means she wrestles with her inner demons constantly. That's why understanding her past is so crucial. It helps us navigate her heart and mind in the present."

Ritsuka nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. "If we can reach out to her, help her reconcile her feelings, maybe we can prevent history from repeating itself. She doesn't have to be defined by her rage or her past."

Aesc smiled gently at him, her admiration evident. "That's the spirit, dear husband. You have a unique ability to connect with others, to see beyond their facades. Morgan needs that now more than ever."

As the dream cycle began to shift again, Ritsuka braced himself for the next memory. He understood that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but he felt a growing resolve within him. He would strive to understand Morgan and help her find peace, not just for her sake, but for all of them.

The void around them shimmered, and as they stepped forward, Ritsuka whispered, "Let's see what more Morgan has to show us."

With that, the scenery morphed once again, preparing to unveil yet another chapter in the tale of Morgan le Fay.

As the dream shifted, Ritsuka found himself standing in a lush, vibrant forest, the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the earthy aroma of the forest floor. It felt peaceful, almost idyllic, but Ritsuka could sense an undercurrent of tension.

Aesc, at his side, looked around curiously. "This must be before the downfall of Camelot, when Morgan was still connected to the land and its magic."

In the distance, they spotted a figure—Morgan—standing near a shimmering pond, her back to them. She wore a flowing green gown that matched the forest around her, her long dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Ritsuka felt a strange mix of admiration and sadness as he watched her.

Morgan's voice broke the silence, soft and melodic as she spoke to the water. "I can feel it, the change in the winds. Something dark is coming."

Ritsuka stepped forward, but Aesc held him back. "Wait. Let's listen. We need to understand what she's feeling."

Morgan knelt by the pond, her fingers tracing the surface of the water. "I have devoted my life to protecting Camelot and my family," she continued, her voice tinged with determination. "But I can feel the whispers of betrayal in the air. I fear for my brother and for Mordred. Their fates are intertwined with Camelot's, and I cannot bear to lose them."

Ritsuka exchanged glances with Aesc, realizing how deeply Morgan cared for her family. "She's not just a powerful mage; she's also a sister and a protector," he whispered.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the moment shattered as a shadow loomed over the pond. A dark figure emerged from the trees, a menacing silhouette with a twisted smile. It was a man clad in dark armor, his presence radiating malice. Ritsuka recognized him instantly.

"Emrys," Morgan spat, her voice now laced with venom. "What do you want?"

Ritsuka felt a chill as he understood the threat Emrys posed—not just to Morgan but to everything she held dear.

Emrys chuckled, his voice smooth yet dripping with disdain. "Oh, Morgan. Your loyalty is admirable, but it blinds you. Camelot is weak, and its downfall is inevitable. Join me, and I can offer you power beyond your wildest dreams. Together, we can reshape this world."

Morgan stood firm, shaking her head defiantly. "I will never ally myself with you. My brother may be a fool, but he is my brother. Camelot is my home, and I will protect it—even if it means standing alone."

"Alone?" Emrys scoffed. "You think you're strong enough to face the darkness that approaches? You're a fool to believe that your magic can save you. Embrace the shadows, Morgan, or be consumed by them."

Ritsuka's heart raced as he watched the confrontation unfold. He could feel the weight of Morgan's resolve but also the desperation in her eyes. This was a pivotal moment, one that would set the stage for her future choices.

"Don't listen to him, Morgan!" Ritsuka found himself shouting, though he knew she couldn't hear him. "You have the strength to resist!"

As if sensing his presence, Morgan's gaze flickered toward the pond, and for a brief moment, their eyes met—his sea blue against her bright emerald. In that instant, Ritsuka felt a connection, a shared understanding of their struggles and burdens.

"Remember who you are," he urged silently, wishing to reach through the dream and offer her comfort.

Emrys, sensing the tension, smirked. "See? Even in your dreams, you cannot escape your destiny. You are a servant of the past, and nothing you do will change the fate that awaits you."

Morgan's expression hardened, and she took a deep breath. "I may not know what the future holds, but I will not let you dictate my path. I choose my own destiny."

With those words, a surge of magic pulsed from her, illuminating the forest around them. Ritsuka felt the energy crackle in the air, a testament to her determination and power. Emrys sneered, but Ritsuka could see the uncertainty flicker across his face.

Suddenly, Morgan unleashed a wave of magic, sending a burst of energy toward Emrys. Ritsuka felt the impact as the forest shook, a clash of light and dark resonating in the air.

"Run!" Morgan shouted, her voice echoing through the trees. "Get to safety, Mordred!"

The vision began to fade as Morgan's magic clashed against Emrys's dark intentions. Ritsuka felt himself being pulled away from the scene, but he held onto the moment, knowing it was vital to understanding Morgan's struggles.

As the dream world faded into darkness, Aesc turned to Ritsuka. "That was intense. Morgan truly cares about her family and Camelot. She won't let Emrys win without a fight."

Ritsuka nodded, determination burning in his chest. "We need to show her that she doesn't have to fight alone. If she can see that there are others who believe in her, maybe she can find a way to reconcile her past."

Just then, the dream shifted again, and Ritsuka braced himself for whatever awaited them next. He could feel Morgan's turmoil and knew that they were one step closer to uncovering the truth about her heart and the strength she possessed within.

To be continued


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