Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

When she opened her eyes, a sea of flames greeted her.

The fire stretched across the entire mountain, its blaze leaping into the sky, dyeing the already dark, murky heavens a brilliant orange-red, like a stunning yet terrifying display of fiery clouds.

Okita Souji blinked in confusion, scanning her surroundings.

"What... is this?"

All around her, the high flames danced wildly.

She remembered. She had just been summoned, defeating a rather troublesome modern mage, and returned to her Master's home alongside him.

She had many questions, but seeing the fatigue on her Master's face, she decided to let him rest.

Then what?

She too began to meditate, closing her eyes to restore her energy... but when she opened them, she found herself here, in the midst of a blazing inferno.

Okita raised her foot, intending to take a closer look at the surroundings.

Crack.

A sharp sound reached her ears. She glanced down.

Beneath her foot lay a charred corpse.

She couldn't tell how long it had been roasting in the flames, but the body had been completely blackened, with no unscathed flesh remaining—its face entirely unrecognizable.

As she looked around, she noticed more of them—scattered here and there on the scorched earth.

Dozens of corpses, all carbonized by the fire, their appearance lost. Some were clearly male, some female, others the hunched forms of the elderly, and even young children of seven or eight. A rough count suggested over thirty bodies.

None showed any signs of life.

Judging from the condition of the remains, they had all been burned alive. Their final moments must have been ones of unimaginable agony.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from ahead.

"...Traitor!"

A staggering figure emerged before Okita.

The person wore tattered armor, their entire body wrapped in bandages, obscuring their face. Only their voice betrayed their advanced age.

Hatred burned in the figure's eyes as they glared at Okita Souji, as though wishing to tear her limb from limb.

"You traitor! Our entire clan devoted everything to you—our knowledge, power, loyalty, and even our magic crests! We gave it all! And this—"

The person pointed a trembling finger at the charred bodies around them, rage in their voice. "—this is how you repay us?!"

Okita Souji's body shook, a low, crazed chuckle bubbling from her lips.

No, not her. The person she was experiencing this through—their laughter was filled with madness.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The wicked cackle escaped from her mouth, evil and maniacal, like a demon from the depths of hell.

"Yes, exactly. This is the result of raising me for five years. Are you satisfied, old fool? It's a pity I can't see your face twisted in fury—it would've made this all the more delightful!"

The person, whose body she now inhabited, tilted their head back, their wicked laughter chilling.

Okita could feel it—this person took twisted joy in the massacre they had committed, reveling in the deaths of dozens.

It was ecstasy derived from destruction.

A genuine devil.

...

Okita Souji opened her eyes again.

This time, she found herself back in the present—a spacious traditional Japanese residence, a nameplate bearing the word "Aozaki" hung at the gate.

This was her Master's home.

After they had left Mount Enzou the previous night, the two had hurried back to the Aozaki residence. Her Master went to rest, while she had leapt onto the rooftop, standing guard while also closing her eyes to meditate.

Somehow, she'd ended up dozing off.

Okita glanced toward the sky. Though it was still overcast, faint rays of sunlight peeked through. It must have been sunrise by now.

"How odd. Servants aren't supposed to sleep," she mused aloud, rising silently from the eaves without disturbing anyone.

"Could it be an aftereffect of being forcefully summoned through the Grail by Master? And that dream earlier... was it truly just a dream, or could it have been someone's reality?"

She couldn't quite make sense of it.

If it had only been a dream, then why did it feel so vividly real?

"Saber, what are you standing there for?"

A voice interrupted her thoughts.

Okita snapped out of her reverie and looked down toward the courtyard, where Roy was stepping out of the house.

Despite the chill of the winter morning, the boy was casually dressed in a simple T-shirt and coat, his white hair tousled in the morning breeze.

He gazed up at her, crimson eyes cold as a winter's frost.

"I'm keeping watch to prevent any surprise attacks!" she declared eagerly, jumping down from the rooftop with boundless energy, the little tuft of hair atop her head bouncing playfully.

"Saber."

"Yes?"

"Until the Holy Grail War officially begins, you're not allowed to materialize."

"...Huh?"

Okita Souji's mind went blank for a moment, but she quickly recovered.

"Is it because you don't want anyone to know that you were the one who infiltrated the underground cavern last night?"

That made sense.

By now, Bazett had likely regained consciousness and reported last night's events. Though Roy had managed to stay hidden, Okita had fought Bazett directly, revealing her identity. If she were seen now, it would undoubtedly expose Roy as the culprit behind the infiltration, bringing him unnecessary trouble.

"That's part of it."

Roy's expression remained impassive.

"The main reason is that I have other plans. This shouldn't be too difficult for you."

"I understand."

Okita nodded, only half-comprehending.

Though she didn't know what other plans her Master had, being unable to materialize wasn't a big deal. It was a shame she couldn't enjoy wandering around in this era, but it wasn't something to be troubled over.

The fifth Holy Grail War, according to the information from the Grail, was only days away.

As long as she avoided exposing herself before that, everything would be fine.

"Let's start now, then," Roy said, turning to head back inside.

Okita Souji nodded obediently.

Just as she was about to dematerialize, a thought crossed her mind—that dream.

The dream where the mountain was engulfed in flames, consuming the lives of countless people.

Masters and their Servants were connected not only through magic and contracts, but also by fate itself. According to the knowledge granted by the Holy Grail, it was possible for a Master to experience their Servant's past in dreams, gaining glimpses into their memories.

Servants, being long dead, didn't require sleep. They had no reason to dream.

Their current bodies were magical constructs—made of spiritual particles, and would vanish without the continuous supply of magical energy.

That dream... could it have been something her Master saw instead?

Could it have been his dream?

"Master..."

She called out instinctively.

"What is it?"

Roy turned to look at her.

"...It's nothing," she replied after a moment's hesitation, shaking her head and then vanishing into spirit form.

Roy raised an eyebrow at her silence but didn't press the matter. He continued on his way toward the kitchen.

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