Chapter 116: Sub-Servant
Thick smoke filled the boundary of the world.
The great fire burned without end.
Shirou walked within the sea of flames.
On the road to Mount Enzou, he asked Cu Chulainn to confirm, "Caster, about the information of the Servants, how many do you know?"

"Mm… let me think. Berserker, no need to bother, as long as you don't provoke him, he'll just wander around the forest."
Berserker was still confirmed to be Heracles.
"As for Lancer… speaking of that, I actually prefer being summoned as Lancer myself."
The Dog-Bro grinned slyly, "That guy, call him troublesome and he is, call him not troublesome and he isn't. Just be careful not to get injured by her weapon, then there's nothing to be afraid of."
Lancer was still Medusa.
"About Assassin," Cu Chulainn said with disdain, "that kind of guy who can't even get on the stage, I'm afraid he couldn't even beat you."
"So exaggerated?"
Shirou felt that right now he was quite wea, his mana wasn't enough, his martial skills half-baked, his stats not even at Servant-level, and he had no strength correction.
'System-san, can't I switch my panel?'
'Is it not possible?'
'If only someone summoned me.'
That way he could use the authority given by Alaya, becoming a heroic spirit as a handy familiar.
"It's not exaggerated, Master," Cu Chulainn admired, "Your perception of killing intent is very sharp. One could say you're the natural nemesis of assassins… if that old hag were to meet you, she'd probably be delighted beyond words."
What Cu Chulainn referred to was Shirou's skill and talent displayed during those two exchanges against Red A's attacks.
After all, the opponent was Archer, and Cu Chulainn had already experienced his precision firsthand.
If it were him handling it, the Dog-Bro could only think of ways to drag Archer down for close combat.
Once that guy pulled away into distance, the following would not be pleasant at all.
Yet Shirou not only didn't fall into passivity, but in a certain sense, even made effective counterattacks.
This was also one of the reasons why Cu Chulainn was willing to cooperate with him.
"Old hag?"
Shirou asked with a subtle expression, "Based on your true name, that old hag wouldn't happen to be…"
"You thought right, it's that one."
Cu Chulainn briefly slipped into spirit form.
Then he picked up the previous topic, "As for Archer and Saber, you know already, those two are the most troublesome."
"As for Rider… honestly, I haven't encountered them, so I don't know their true name."
"Is that so?"
Shirou thought about it, but likewise couldn't recall who Rider was in the burning Fuyuki City.
It seemed no one had ever mentioned it.
Previously, some said it was Medusa, and that Lancer was someone else.
That indeed couldn't be ruled out.
Because in FGO's prologue, there wasn't any specific mention of Medusa's class.
And the weapon Medusa held was a spear, which she herself called as such.
Looked at this way, the possibility of Lancer was higher.
Suddenly stopping, Shirou called, "Caster."
"Mm, looks like outsiders again," Cu Chulainn's figure exited spirit form.
He looked up to see Red A sniping from atop a tall building.
Dense crimson meteors streaked across the sky, falling about five to six hundred meters away from them.
Shirou realized this was a great opportunity.
He said, "Caster, act according to plan."
"No problem?"
Cu Chulainn asked, "Martial skill, I believe you're not worse than Archer, but the opponent is a Servant."
"No worries."
Shirou replied firmly, "If we're talking about which Servant I have the highest chance against, without a doubt, it's him."
"All right then," Cu Chulainn respected Shirou's idea.
He moved his staff and vanished on the spot.
Since he had acknowledged Shirou as his Master, Cu Chulainn would offer his loyalty.
Moreover, he would not interfere too much with matters unrelated to his own era, only serving as a weapon to assist.
That was the iron rule of a Servant.
Shirou's plan was simple.
Let Cu Chulainn attract Red A's attention, while he himself stealthily approached.
As long as he got the chance to close into melee.
He didn't believe Red A wouldn't want to personally cut down an Emiya Shirou.
———
Somewhere not far from Fuyuki Bridge, within the commercial street district.
Ritsuka faintly regained consciousness, coughing from the thick smoke choking her.
"Cough! Cough! Cough…"
"Where is this?"
She confusedly scanned her surroundings, but aside from the overwhelming sea of fire, she couldn't discern anything.
Creak! Creak!
The sound of bones grinding against each other came.
If it were just that, it'd still be fine.
But that crisp sound, close to the impact of something striking the ground, or rather a bone-like substance firmly contacting the ground, sent trembling vibrations through.
It made Ritsuka shiver.
Her body stiffened for a moment.
"What is that thing, a ghost… or a monster?"
If one were a magus, even without being too skilled, they could see that the seven or eight skeletons approaching Ritsuka were...
Skeleton soldiers.
A kind of undead.
When they saw Ritsuka, it was like a starving pack of wolves spotting a plump lamb.
They charged madly.
Ritsuka felt the danger.
"Fou! Fou!"
A four-legged beast pressed firmly on her shoulder.

"Fou! Fou!"
There was no time to wonder why Fou was here, when suddenly a gust of wind whooshed past from behind, along with, "Duck, Senpai!"
Ritsuka obediently crouched down with her head covered.
Black, or maybe purple. Anyway, beneath a strange fusion of both colors, a girl, moving at a speed surpassing that of humans with ease, held up a massive black shield as she passed over Ritsuka.
Then, with force in her arm, the seemingly heavy shield was swung as both protection and weapon, wielded effortlessly.
Slamming hard into the ground, the immense power gouged a pit into it.
The skeleton soldiers, too slow to evade, turned to ash.
After that, the girl used her shield as support and displayed punches and kicks.
She should have been a frail type of girl, her muscles not looking firm at all.
Yet the power she unleashed had already broken the sound barrier.
The fragile skeleton soldiers before her were no different from toothpicks snapped by hand.
In just a few moves, the skeletons were completely annihilated.
The fight ended without much thrill.
The girl pulled her upright shield from the ground.
With one hand, effortless, not like a human.
Or rather, she wasn't truly human to begin with.
But to say Servant, she wasn't entirely one either.
Sub-Servant, that was the girl's current state.
Its essence was a special existence born from the fusion of a human and a Heroic Spirit. Incredibly, while retaining her own personality, she gained the miraculous power that belonged only to Heroic Spirits.
Such a case, from ancient times to now, perhaps she was the only success.
Mash Kyrielight.

In her Sub-Servant state, she had short pink hair, a slightly alluring black bodysuit, and a massive, heavy black shield.
"Mash?", Thinking it was over, Ritsuka stood up.
At this moment, she was wearing a white uniform, Chaldea's work attire.
This Chaldea, not the Chaldea Academy existing in Shirou's world.
But rather, in a parallel world where magic existed, a miraculous institution called Chaldea, the Organization for the Preservation of Human Order, Chalde Security Organisation.
Its existence was established to prevent human extinction.
Yet just recently, this institution had suffered a massive explosion.
The cause of the explosion was unknown.
In that explosion, only Ritsuka, who had no special qualities beyond being an ordinary person, survived.
It had originally been during an important meeting, where she was dozing off, annoying Director Olga Marie.
She should have been able to live safely without harm.
But in order to save Mash, she lost her only chance to escape.
At the last moment, she remembered holding Mash's hand.
Then, opening her eyes again, she had arrived here.
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