Other Dimension's Knight

Servants didn't need to sleep.

Yet she laid down tonight. Not needing didn't mean that they couldn't or shouldn't.

After all, she needed answers. She had too many questions and there was too many unknowns.

One could not be cautious enough when you invite, or force an unknown into your team.

She was a genius magus of an era where magecraft was much stronger than right now.

With only spells, she could fight against the mightiest heroes, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

But then again the variable was too important, too strong and too concealed this time.

His weapons didn't give away his identity. His strength didn't bear any name in this place. For heroes which tales were sung in the entire world, someone this strong should be easily recognizable.

Yet he wasn't.

He was 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴.

Even overlooking his actual prowess in battle, he was 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴.

Every heroic spirit had their background laid b.a.r.e the moment they used their noble phantasm. He was the exception.

The idea of him having a weakness after witnessing his might was laughable, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

But, through deception and wits, she got him.

She was known for these kind of tactics. This kind of behaviour was efficient, but it was forced upon her instead of her being this way.

The 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘖𝘧 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭.

Yet she was the one betrayed.

But all of this didn't matter anymore. All the pain, humiliation she suffered before would be gone soon. Her salvation was close.

So close she had trouble sleeping.

Quite the irony for someone that didn't need it.

Still, she had to sleep tonight. She was confident that she could end it all soon if she wanted. The amount of mana her new pawn produced was too much. She even felt it was unfair. Past the magic core, it was something she'd only seen within the divine realm.

𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮.

These words sent shiver through her spine and made her eyes look bloodshotted.

For her, these words were akin to both fear and anger.

Fear for the hopelessness she felt.

Anger for the hopelessness she felt.

But soon, all of that would be over aswell. Who would have thought that it was through death that she would be able to free herself from her demon, her that was cursed by the divine even after death.

The gods were long gone. No traces of them could be found anywhere, yet they still existed she knew. They were weak, without any support from her kind, but still present.

She wasn't a genius magus for nothing, she could feel it, the multiple realms.

She wasn't sure if the device could reach them, but she would sure try.

Even if it wasn't possible, she would unleash her fury against her kind.

Her anger towards humans wasn't less than against the divine. She was betrayed and played with by everyone.

She needed to stop. The more she thought about it, the less closer she was from sleeping.

𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘯.

But right now, she closed her eyes and drifted into a dream. A dream that wasn't hers. She needed information.

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A giant boat was sailing through the sea. It was made of fine wood, something that only royalty would have. It was early in the morning, the position of the sun gave it away. In a period where there was no way of accurately knowing the time without the help of some tools that weren't available to everyone, they had to go with their guts.

At this era, people woke up early, yet a couple of dozens of people could be seen sleeping in the boat. This architecture could probably hold around 100 people maximum, yet only half of it were present here.

53 to be exact. More and more people could be seen waking up. One of the earliest was seen looking at the sea on the border of the boat. Although people from this era didn't really wear a lot of armor, he did. But even then he couldn't hide the perfection that was his body. People from this era were generally well-built due to the living conditions, but this man was above them.

He had long perfect white hair that were tied up into a pony-tail. This wasn't too popular back in the days, but it suited him. At his waist, a simple weapon. It was made out of steel and it was sturdy, but that was it. The might of this man certainly wasn't due to his weapon, contrary to most of his peer. Much to the disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e of his peer, the prowess of this man was a notch above theirs, and the fact that a crude steel sword was used to achieved that was somehow discouraging to say the least.

But it didn't matter, the people of this crew departed for fame and riches, and they gained something more important, friendship. Years of fighting together reinforced their bonds and they could be considered brother and sister. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐.

The sea didn't give away their position. They had a goal, but it seemed like they were lost. The water were dangerous around this area, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. But then again, even excluding the white-haired man, nobody was normal here. Their quest for fame was followed by actual prowess, they simply wanted a reward for the training and effort they put in.

There was even a couple of demi-gods here. Although it gave them some extra strength, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒏.

A blonde man came out. He had a much more lithe figure than most here but he exuded a feeling of leadership. 𝑱𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏.

She knew him personally, she was supposed to be his lover, although against her will. She was supposed to feel either love during her early years, or hate after realization. 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

No, to be exact, she didn't feel anything intense. She felt the same way about him than the others here. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆, yet .... 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 ?

Her vision focused on one man. She stared at his broad back and the white hair that covered part of it. She felt her heartbeat accelerate, her cheeks fl.u.s.tered but she couldn't look away.

What was a couple of seconds felt like hours to her. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚.

Once again she felt something was wrong, but she couldn't focus her mind on anything else other than him. She heard someone snicker to her side. Her cheeks became as red as the robe she was wearing, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆.

She turned her head, what she saw next should have been something that would have made her mad beyond reason, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕.

Her mouth curved into a smile against her will, happy feeling washed over her at the sight of her friend, 𝑨𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂.

Her friend simply walked past her grinning at her and went into another section of the ship.

Immediatly her attention returned to the white-haired man.

She felt as if she could spend her entire time watching him. He was still looking at the sea. It was calm, gentle tides came washing the boat they were on. The pristine blue of the sky was reflected on the water. The Sun was rising and the view was beautiful. Yet she was more interested in what kind of expression he was making right now.

She felt hesitation. She seemed to want to walk to him yet her steps haltered and her cheek reddened.

A friendly fight was apparently happening between two crew mates a little further, but she couldn't care less. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

She felt the boat shake a little. The sun was now at its highest, and they apparently arrived on some sort of island. Hours have passed, the whole crew was awake, chatting laughing, even some anger right here and then. But as he just watched the vast sea, she kept on watching him.

He turned around as the boat accosted the island. She saw his handsome face, 𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒏.

She felt that nothing could be more beautiful than this face. When he flashed her a small and gentle smile, she froze, the red color once again took over her face.

He walked past her and landed on the ground with the rest of the crew. They wanted to explore apparently.

She was still on the boat looking at his back. But he turned around and as she had the opportunity to once again see his face, she heard him speak with a voice that seemed like a symphony in her ears.

" You aren't coming Medea ? "

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Medea woke up feeling confused to say the least. She wasn't the person he spoke to, she wasn't the person who stared at him for hours, she wasn't the one that was on this boat, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 ?

For once, she hoped that someone would have attacked the Ryuudou Temple this night so that she could have left this confusing dream.