The Summoning II

General POV

"This... was this hidden underneath the temple all this time?!" Issei exclaimed in shock as his hand rests on a pulled lever that lights up what's underground. It's a big hall, one would call it a fusion between a library, a laboratory and a museum. There's book alright, tons of it, there's also display shelves containing items that looked very much of value, as well as tables filled with different types of equipment.

Did I say it's also an office? Because it is, what with the big bossy table and spinning chair on the far side of the room with notes piling on it and next to it on the floor. "This! This is extraordinary!" The young teen really couldn't hide his excitement, it's thoroughly broken from uncovering this hidden section no one has ever known of.

Issei walked further in, inspecting everything with a clear eye and sparkled imaginations. Why is this room here? For what use those it hold? What secrets is hidden? In the middle of questioning himself, something caught his eye, it's a shelf but unlike the others containing all kinds of objects, this one contains framed pictures.

"Adolf Hitler and Emperor Hirohito... with my great grandfather!" Of the frames, each and every one of them might catch a big price in auction, this one especially. Because of the historical fact that Hitler and Hirohito have never physically met, this very painting would immediately object the thought statement.

"My friend Seimei," Issei held up yet another picture with true value above the skies. On it, his great grandfather posing seriously together with a smiling young man, dressed in odd garbs only suited to the ancient times, yet looking very up to date as well. Yet another picture was hand picked, this one contains a handsome black haired man in a stylish suit but no descriptions could be made whatsoever from it.

"I need more information... Oh?" Issei muttered to himself, resolute to solve the mystery before something in his peripheral vision caught his eye once more. It was something on the floor, something written on the floor but it was no writing, it was a drawing or could it be called a drawing?

It is a circle, matched with overlapping triangles, and strange symbols or inscriptions on it. It's color white, obviously chalk but what's it for. Another interesting observation, a strip of paper was gently placed on top of the drawing. "Don't get careless, the summoning ritual must be done perfectly, can't mess up a grand moment," Issei read.

"It's unmistakable, these are great grandfather's writings!" It isn't strange for Issei to be able to recognize it, giving his great grandfather did have some precious spiritual material written by himself in the temple that Issei had read before, countless times just from the wisdom it gave and advices it bestows.

Issei flipped the paper to discover more in the backside, more unfamiliarity. "Summoning ritual... Might as well give it a try, maybe I could get something that would drive the evil out of Tohsaka!" Issei grinned and cackled disturbingly before coughing up and realigning his throat. "Right, best condition."

"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.

The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.

In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――"

"Mhm??? Nothing happened? I'm not surprised nothing-" Issei's muttering was soon stopped in its tracks as the drawing glowed a bright blue! "What! What is happening!!!" Issei yelled, not at all noticing his body's energy slowly declining into tire. The light burn brighter as it blinded Issei for a short second before dimming back.

This time, Issei realized of hid physical condition as his legs could not held up any longer and fell straight on his knees. His eyes struggled to open as he tried to overcome the intense exhaustion and pain his body is in. "I am servant caster, I ask of you, are you my master?" All Issei could manage to hear was a gentle haze of a voice he can't place before fainting to the ground in a thud.

"Oh my, this isn't good."

***

Today is a happy day for the Irish heiress of the McRemitz House. For the simple reasoning of getting to meet her friend. Who is her friend? It's the one and only emotionless Kotomine Kirei, though she doesn't know that. Other than that, today is also the day where she would finally meet her long time idol and ancestor, none other than the famous Ireland's Son of Light, Cú Chulainn.

Yes, she has successfully been chosen to participate in the Holy Grail War, quite an event in itself but being able to fight alongside her idol and ancestor? That beats all. Either way, she was currently on a mission of contemplation. Whether one, to summon her idol in front of her friend in a delightful show off, or summon said idol right here, right now in this 5 star hotel penthouse to then show off once she meet her friend.

Both yield the same results but for the love of God, Bazett Fraga McRemitz can't figure which to choose. She had just moments ago, chosen the former in a steadfast stance but for some odd reason, her mind was influenced to do the latter. (Some Gods in Heaven: You're crucial to our competition and *cough* entertainment *cough*, so you can't die) Of course, once more, Bazett does not know of it.

"Screw it! I'll do it now!" And with a wave of her hand, a summoning circle was drawn on the hotel floor. You could call it vandalism but Bazett was always skilled in the art of 'erasing'. Bazett went in the center of the circle, a delicate earing held in her fist as she gazed strongly into the circle, concentration placed high up.