The Summoning VI

General POV

It was supposed to be a normal day for one magi warrior aristocratic house in Finland, the prestigious and renowned, Edelfelt Family. Known for being a matriarchal household, the Edelfelts hasn't produced a male heir for centuries but instead, has always birthed a pair of twin sisters. And with their unusual thaumaturgy ability capable of splitting magic crests onto the twin heiresses, they became a force to be reckoned with.

The days in the family were as usual as sunshine, the twin heiresses wakes up in the morning, tidy herself up, join the rest of the house for breakfast, then practice magecraft, lunch, magecraft, dinner, magecraft, sleep. It's the main daily routine aside from the somewhat often spending large amounts of aristocratic bucks, it's a family with one big golden spoon.

Though something early in the morning happened, something enough to disturb the routine and shake the family, something worth revenge and immense desire.

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Beep beep... Beep beep... Beep beep... Beep beep... Those were the sounds coming from inside one of the larger bedrooms of the medieval Finnish castle solely belonging to the Edelfelts. "Argh! Close, close," a yawning sigh erupted and a hand appeared out of the thick cool blanket and promptly pressed the button atop the digital clock, silencing the alarm.

"Rise and shine," a figure pulled down the blanket and sat straight up, stretching both hands over her head. A head of blonde hair falling down to her shoulders and a face worthy of a noble's complexion, this alluring girl (not quite woman yet) is Luviagelita Edelfelt, the older twin of the current twin Edelfelt twin generation.

Yawning once more, Luviagelita, commonly only called Luvia, scratched the itch off her right arm as her dim eyes grow wider from the morning sunshine going through the window's semi translucent curtains. "Another day, another morning, anoth-" stopping her muttering of complaint halfway, she found something different on the back of her right hand, something red, something seemingly powerful!'

It looks like a fading tattoo, the colors not too vibrant yet the stain of it stays glued. It takes a form of two semi-circular slashes with it's edges just separated to look like a sliced circle, and what looks like a blade in the center of the circle, stretching both up and down. "What could this be?" Luvia asked to herself, opening the dictionary contained in her brain from years of magecraft education but unfortunately, couldn't find any too relevant information to help.

"Leave it for later, first time in the morning, a refreshing 1 hour bath," Luvia crawled out of bed like a sleepy snake and stood grumpily, dragging herself over to the bathroom for a '1 hour' shower. Spoilers, it's never that long, Luvia loves to exaggerate, she'll be out in about 10 minutes, let the clock tick.

20 minutes later... Luvia has finished up, her normal everyday blue dress on, her hair curled into 4 branches and lastly as well as most importantly, a sunny expression. Luvia hummed a nice soothing and cheerful tone as she made her way down the stairs onto a large dining room. On the walls hung old paintings and portraits and on the table, her meal is already plated out perfectly.

"Morning father, mother," currently, the entire castle has only three main occupants residing in it aside from all the waiters and butlers. Luvia's younger twin sister is having holiday over in her fiancé's own noble castle while her grandmother is running business in the Clock Tower. Her aunt however, is currently busy exterminating loose ends over in Southern Mongolia. "Morning Luvia, today, we're having delicious duck confit," her father patted one of the seats as Luvia came down.

"So what's the occasion, anything to be done today?" As usual, her mother asked the same question she had been asking for a decade, all so far, according to the routine. Luvia sliced the duck open and gently placed the juicy meat onto her mouth, chewing in delicious delight before swallowing it elegantly down the throat.

"Yes, there is indeed something," Luvia remembered as she raised the back of her right hand, luring her parent's eyes onto it. It started off fine, their eyes neutral, their expressions unrevealing but upon a squinting look into the hand, their faces shifted into a book of emotions. From horrified to exhilaration and then to blood lust!

Seeing her parent's shifts, Luvia grew even more curious. "So? What's this?" She questioned and placed her hand back down onto the dining table. "That is a sign, it means you have been deemed worthy to participate in the Holy Grail War!" The father laughed in happiness as if his biggest wish came true.

"Holy Grail War? THAT Holy Grail?" Luvia put a lot of emphasis on 'THAT'. "No, not THAT Holy Grail. The Holy Grail War we are talking about is more contest than war. The Holy Grail is a system object created in the late 18th century by three families of magi, the German Einzberns, the Russian-now-Japanese Makiris, and finally the Japanese Tohsakas," the mother answered, putting a tone of utmost dislike and disgust in regarding the 'Japanese Tohsakas'.

"The Holy Grail was constructed as an item with the usage of fulfilling wishes, anything you can think of, it can grant. Even reaching the Root and Truth, Akasha!" The father exclaimed towards the end, metaphorically drooling at the thought of reaching the end no one has dived upon. "Reaching the Root?! How does it do that?"

"True magic my dear. By utilizing true magic, the Holy Grail can realize anything upon the world, breaking through space and the void in between the worlds and Akasha becomes ultimately possible. And to this date, the only possible way of reaching the root lies on two points. Either through the Magician of The Second Magic, Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg which is unlikely or the Holy Grail which is mroe likely."

"Then... How does it get the capacity of magic enough to do what it's supposed to do?" Another good question, how? "The Third Magic, the Heaven's Feel, the materialization of the soul."