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CHP 15: A Change of Heart

As the gentle light of the early morning Sun quietly crept into Winterfell, lighting up the dark and dreary ancient keep, I sat on a wooden chair in my room, one that was too small for my stature, and considered the consequences of my actions, tapping my fingers against the armrest.

My actions with Arya and Sansa had provided the North a massive advantage, what could've been important hostages were taken away and now, these folk had nothing to hold them back from burning down everything...

CHP 14: Small Council Meeting - I

Cersei Lannister sat in an ornate mahogany chair with all the splendour and grace one would expect from the Queen Dowager, both hands placed elegantly on the armrests.

Her curly golden hair flowed freely, adorned with emerald jewels that glinted in the dim light of the Small Council chambers, reflecting the colour of her own eyes. She wore a red, low cut dress lined with golden lace, the colours of her own house, House Lannister, leaving her shoulders naked.

Her eyes slowly passed...

CHP 13: The Nature of Life

It was only a few hours later that a Stark soldier came and ushered me into a great hall made of grey stone, named the Great Hall... I'd come to accept that the nobility didn't have the best of naming senses in this world, starting with House Redwyne and their red wine.

But still, the hall was massive, lined with rows of plank tables, benches on either side, and a long table at the head of it on a slightly elevated wooden platform, presumably for the Starks themselves judging by the nat...

CHP 12: Awe & Respect

Robb Stark treaded across the walkway overseeing the main courtyard with hurried, almost desperate, footsteps on his way to confirm if the one bit of good news he'd received in such a dreadful time was true.

He passed armed men, older than himself, bearing the Sigil of House Stark, a House he now led after what the bastard King Joffrey had done to his father, Eddard Stark... Robb had steeled himself, but was still understandably nervous.

He'd known the day he would have to rule wo...

CHP 11: The Northern Way

Helman Tallhart was a good fellow, a bit too blunt and stand-offish sure, but his attitude went from confrontational to... accommodating in the blink of an eye as soon as he realised just who he was dealing with.

I suppose that went to show how loyal he was to his Lord Liege, Eddard Stark.

"I bet you're all talk."

Unfortunately, I couldn't say the same for his son, Benfred Tallhart.

The brat was tall, with shaggy blonde hair and a thick neck that would put a boar to sh...

CHP 10: Moat Cailin

"Gah, what the fuck? Did Miyazaki have some hand in creating this world?" 

I groaned, feeling thick sludge squish into my shoes, between my toes, and stick to pants as I led Roach by the reins through one of the biggest swamps I'd ever passed, beaten only by the one in Caelid after Malenia went nuclear with her rot against Radahn... at least it didn't rot through my body with each passing moment so that was a plus.

Swamps would always be annoying no matter the world, they hin...

CHP 09: Heroes or Men?

It was when the Sun had almost set that I decided I'd make camp for the day and moved a bit into the forest that we'd ended up entering some two or so hours ago, going deeper so as not to catch attention of passers-by and possibly chance on something like a rabbit, or deer, preferably.

Understandably, the forest got darker a lot faster than the open plains we spent most of the day travelling through, and the tall trees cast strange twisted shadows on the forest floor.

I tied Roach...

CHP 08: The Negotiator

I walked into the dingy inn with a disarming smile on my face, a noble lady slung over my shoulder and her younger sister walking with me of her own volition.

It would've looked like some weird kidnapping if not for the fact that I was dressed like a noble too... minus the few drops of blood that spilled on my white tunic from the men I'd cut down in the castle.

"Nice place." I commented, looking around curiously.

Admittedly, it wasn't all that 'dingy' for the time period we...

CHP 07: Lords of Men

(A/N: I saw a lot of you guys misunderstood the goal but... like... you violated it anyway.)

Eddard Stark grimly looked at the main gates to the Red Keep, leaning on his cane as he attempted to appear controlled and stoic.

Even calling them gates felt improper when he considered their current states.

These bastions, defenses that stood the test of time since when the Red Keep was first constructed had never truly been breached, by-passed, certainly, but never brought down in...

CHP 06: Breakout

"Wait," I put a hand on Syrio's shoulder, stopping him before he could open the door, "Do we have any idea how we're making the journey? Where to go?"

I know that the Starks are a noble house, in charge of one of the Seven Kingdoms that come under the dominion of the so-called Iron Throne, and that they rule from the North.

But that's really all I was able to scrounge from servants and whispers before Ned thrust this task on me so... I have no real idea how long it's going to take...

CHP 05: First Task

I peered off the balcony of my room, studying the sprawling city under me with narrowed eyes.

The moon shone in a cloudless black sky filled with shimmering stars that seemed to stretch on endlessly.

As for the city, well, it looks pretty enough if you don't take a closer look but then again, people mistake shit for chocolate cake so I don't think that really matters all that much.

Anyway, the 'heir' to the throne is a bastard because the current Queen and her brother were a...

CHP 04: Easy Life... Not

(A/N: Goddamn I woke up a while ago and holy shit, you guys demolished that req.)

I'm thinking about taking my words about being in the good graces of royalty being a good thing back.

The room they gave me was too small, my feet dangled off the edge of the bed when I lied down on it, and I've hit my head on the doorframe about three times now.

I'm not even going to mention the fact that I'm being monitored constantly, or the fact that there's holes in the portrait of the whi...

CHP 03: A Strange Hovel

I walked behind Rober-...er, King Robert's entourage with a stoic face, ignoring the estranged looks of the footsoldiers escorting the King's carriage.

The realisation that dawned on me a few hours ago is one I'm still having trouble accepting.

I was in my twenties when I woke up in the Lands Between and spent such a significant amount of time clawing my way to a respectable level of strength that those twenty or so years seem so distant and superficial I can't even be certain the...

CHP 02: Revelation

You know, I get it.

I really do.

You see a guy like me standing next to the bloody body of your king, of course you'd put a blade to my neck... It's the reasonable thing to do.

But, I don't have to like it.

I studied the old man's face and spoke neutrally, "You heard him, right? I was just trying to stop the bleeding."

He has short hair and a stubble that's long lost it's colour thanks to his age and is wearing dark gold armour that's shimmering in the sunlight.....

CHP 01: The Beginning

"Marika's tits!"

My eyes shot open as I jolted up, breathing heavily as I tried to make sense of my new surroundings.

A... forest, I was in a forest.

But the trees were smaller than what I was used to, more like the ones from Earth actually, and the forest floor was covered by all sorts of vegetation and small plants. I could see a peculiar bird eying me curiously, perched atop a branch on a small tree right beside me.

This feels oddly familiar.

Feels like I've b...

CHP 35: A Stellar Rep

Time changes everything, animate or inanimate, sentient or base, but that's only because everything is imperfect and never at complete harmony with itself.

And since I was perfect from the moment I first drew breath, a meagre four or five years couldn't possibly change my way of thinking... or did you forget that I was an adult before I woke up as a would-be rapist waste of oxygen?

Anyway, my innate perfection is something that is reflected in my creations.

They don't erode,...

CHP 34: Growing Up

Sakura Matou looked at herself in the mirror with a small smile on her face, preparing herself for the rest of the day.

"Today will be amazing." She held up her fists and nodded to herself with conviction, "Hopefully, Nii-san will be at school too."

She'd already changed into the Homurahara Academy uniform that her old brother incessantly complained about, comparing it's dominantly brown colour scheme to human waste, but wore all the same when he joined the school last year.

CHP 33: For A Friend

(A/N: Extra long chap.)

As all of you know, I'm a man of my word and I never forget what I owe to others, regardless of the nature of the debt.

As such, it's shameful to consider that I promised Shirou a teacher for his magecraft a while back and still haven't made any actual progress towards fulfilling it.

But, it's always been at the back of my mind and today's the day I finally get him one.

Rin Tohsaka arrived in Fuyuki a day or two ago after Kirei drove her funding...

CHP 32: Gas Leak Accident

"Shinji, is this really a good idea?"

Dear Shirou, how you manage to come up with such reasonable questions despite being a heroic mc is beyond even my intellect.

You're supposed to charge headfirst into impossible situations and somehow come out on top through sheer cough plot arm- COUGH will and self-sacrifice.

"Are you telling me that two twelve years going into a forest in the middle of the night is a bad idea?" I asked him curiously, looking ...

CHP 31: Detective Work

I understand and accept the existence of individuals so mentally advanced that they would charge at a raging bull thinking that they would somehow come out on top... I just didn't consider the possibility that I would come across one of them.

Humans are intellectual and advanced, among the most intelligent species on the planet if not in the universe... And the one thing that makes them stand out, is common fucking sense.

Stay with me now, and consider this situation.

A hous...

CHP 30: An Odd Development

I was sitting in the living room, distracte-...er, pondering such profound matters that the feeble human mind would simply explode were I to elaborate on them when Shirou poked my shoulder, looking slightly nervous.

"Bro... a guy shouldn't be making that kind of expression." I said with a deadpan, that nervous fidgeting is reserved only for cute girls, not for you Shirou, even if you are a housewife, "What's up?"

Shirou stopped for a few seconds, narrowing his eyes in confusion, "...

Note

Guys, I'm sick.

High fever, flu, shitty coughing, pain in joints and no sleep whatsoever.

I really wanna write but the fever and flu make it damn near impossible to concentrate whenever I try to. So, I'm going to have to take a 2-3 day break depending on how long this shit lasts, I'm really sorry.

I can power through it and write, but from prior experience, it's gonna kill the story's quality.

Better this than ruining everything.

So, again, sorry, I'll be back to...

CHP 29: Wrong Line!

I have come to the realisation that many among you might hold not summoning servants against me, after all, why go around picking up problem children and hiring folks at great expenditure when I can just use the circle in Shirou's storehouse to spawn literal heroes of legend, supplied prana by Tiamat's boundless reserves, who'd do all I want for nothing.

And frankly, I'm offended by this notion.

Do you think I haven't considered it?

There's a 100% chance that using a ritual ...

CHP 28: New Minion

"Watch carefully now, Caren, I expect you to help me out with this one day." I glanced at the small white haired demon following me with a small smile, "Maybe you won't even need weapons."

Who am I kidding?

She definitely won't.

If she can depress Gilgamesh with her insults at this age, I'm pretty sure she'll be making people kill themselves a few years later... I'm so proud I could cry.

"Definitely not, I'm not a walking mass of insecurities that copes by appearing st...

CHP 27: Forever Together

I sat in Shirou's living room, twirling a pen as I went through the flight records for the past few weeks.

Cortana had pulled IDs from the concerned databases and printed them all out, a worker drone brought them to me a few minutes ago... The timing was great cause the house was mostly empty at the moment.

Shirou was visiting his late father's grave while Sakura and Caren left for some sisterly bonding... okay okay fine, you got me.

I forced them to go shopping for grocerie...

CHP 26: Live Testing

I understand that Warframes are weapons of mass destruction that can decimate entire armies by their lonesome and I made Gauss Prime as both a nuclear deterrent and answer to threats, to be used only in said situations.

But can you judge me for wanting to take it on a test run?

No, you can't.

You'd do the same thing if you had a speedster suit just lying in your basement... The problem is, you don't.

But, I do.

"All systems online."

Cortana's voice buzzed i...

CHP 25: Uncomfortable Day

Have I ever talked about things I don't like?

Of course I haven't, I'm a benevolent and highly tolerant person who never holds any grudges and doesn't even know the meaning of the word spite.

No, I didn't adopt Caren just to fuck with Kirei.

I will deny the allegations until the day I die.

Anyway, back on topic, one of the few things I don't like or tolerate is being interrupted when I sleep.

My peace and calm is one of the reasons I conduct suicidal experiments,...

CHP 24: Weapon of Mass Destruction

Gilgamesh couldn't help but frown ever so slightly when he walked into the so-called lab of a twelve year old... He didn't like being wrong, and while normally, he would end up being happy a little while after, this was an entirely different circumstance.

It was somewhat grating... but at the same time, brought him a kind of joy he hadn't experienced in a long time.

On the outside, it looked like any old storehouse the rotten humans of the current age would have, and entering it t...

CHP 23: A Day Alone...

Admittedly, it was somewhat naive and lazy of me to not investigate my 'ability' to it's utmost limits so that I could understand just where it drew the line between what was possible and impossible.

So, I'm doing it right now.

I passed Cortana some blueprints I drew up for the preliminary prep before leaving for some ice cream... Just the base, so that I can design what I have in my mind with my own two hands.

Now, this might leave room for mistakes and all that but I feel ...

CHP 22: What's She Gonna D-

The standard Executor equipment consists of a copious number of black keys (key-shaped swords) and whatever sacred rites they've learnt in their lifetime. The latter are usually highly effective against malevolent spirits, daemons, curses and the likes.

So technically, I don't really have anything to worry about against Sancraid... or so I'd like to say.

He's just standing there with a small grin, waiting for me to approach.

Usually, you'd just write this type of guy off as ...