The Summoning XIX

General POV

"Look at what we have here! The mongrel, this time with him, a worthless imitation, how unsightly," an extremely conceited male's voice was heard from within the dark as he verbally degraded the two. 'No! It can't be!' Lord El-Melloi II shouted to himself from within his heart and couldn't for the life of him believe that voice!

"Cat got your tongue, mongrel?" footsteps were heard next as the haughty man showed himself. He looks young yet old, handsome yet ugly, significant yet small, this is the man, the only one, the "King of Heroes!" The lord stated, horrified to his bone! With yellow blonde hair, red eyes, white buttoned-up shirt below a short black jacket and some black trousers, no one would've dared thought that this 'deliquent' is the first documented hero in the world!

"Gate of Babylon," the King of Uruk, the mighty and powerful, Gilgamesh coolly said as a golden portal opened above his shoulder, slowly retrieving an ordinary looking sword. Swish!!! The sword made a beeline for the lord as he retrieved a cigar in panic! "Sauve Garde!" Lord El-Melloi II plunged a cigar into the ground whilst chanted a spell!

He carried his apprentice and retreated back as the cigar touched the ground and formed a blue bubble! POP!!! Lord El-Melloi II knew the spell wouldn't hold as the sword flew forward and pierced the ground. "Before you were only a little sissy of a mongrel, but now looks like you grew quite a lot, huh, Cur!" The King of Heroes taunted as he stepped down the street calmly and without any haste.

"Gray! Gray! Are you alright!" Lord El-Melloi II ran as he stopped by a corner, checking his apprentice's condition. 'Mana! Too much mana is coursing her body and there's something mixed within! The feeling of a Phantasmal Beast!' Phantasmal Beasts are creatures of magic that once roamed the Earth, however, with the fall of the Gods, these creatures have gradually declined in numbers.

'And her hair, it's changing color!' Hair, previously fully gray, is now a mixture of gray and blonde. 'But it can't be! How is Gilgamesh still alive! The Holy Grail War should've been held in another 40 years! What is happ-' feeling sudden danger, Lord El-Melloi II sprinted off as three swords penetrated through the cover he was hiding behind a moment ago.

"You know, running won't help you, especially not for a mongrel," Gilgamesh with a smirk casually strolled out, multiple more portals opening behind him. "How! How are you still existing in this mortal plane! You should've been back in the Throne of Heroes!" Lord El-Melloi II demanded answers to his questions!

"Oh? Did no one tell you? What a poor dog, your owners must not like you," Gilgamesh grinned at the mocking he had just said, launching more swords at Lord El-Melloi II, not with the intent to kill, but with the intent to have a simple game, get hit by a sword, you die, not get hit by a sword, you have a living chance, simple premise.

"Smeocan Escran!" Lord El-Melloi II pulled out yet another cigar, tossing it to the ground, puffing up a thick cloud of gray and black smoke between him and the King of Heroes. "That won't help little tyke," Gilgamesh has clearly attained enlightenment in the field of 'dog mocking', look at how easily he switched between different unpleasant dog related insults.

"Magique Missile!" Lord El-Melloi II dropped yet another cigar as it transformed into 5 streams of glowing blue orbs, extending backwards toward the smoke as a delay for Gilgamesh! 'Why! Why! Why! Why! WHY!!!' Lord El-Melloi II narrowly dodged two thrown swords as he continued on his escape.

"No matter how much of an accomplished teacher he is, or how much of a magus he is, he knows that when faced against the King of Heroes, except if one was a hero, will only serve as a death sentence! Only mages such as Zelretch, the Second Magician or the Magician of Blue, Aoko Aozaki will be able to stand on ground with the arrogant king!

And he is only a servant! If Gilgamesh would to come as a real person rather than a summoned being, than he would have the power to destroy the world! Actually, any hero has that ability! 'Another powerful burst of mana! Has the Holy Grail War commenced 40 years early! Why hadn't I heard of this!'

"I've played enough with you mongrel, ultimately, it's time for your demise. I spared your life ten years ago, what makes you think I'll spare it utter uselessness once more," 10 portals opened as 10 spears moved outwards, swirling as wind gathered and Gilgamesh waved his hand forward in grace! SWISH!!! The ten spears charged forwards, every one of them had one clear command, kill the mongrel!

'Shit!' That was Lord El-Melloi II's final thought before the ten spears pummeled onto him! CLANK!!! Instead of hitting flesh and drawing blood, the spears hit only a hard object, a hard object certainly made of metal! Said hard object swiped through as the spears were parried effortlessly onto the ground!

"I, the servant Ruler, has been summoned to judge and assist in this Holy Grail War..." A valiant and brave female's voice was sounded throughout the knight as she stopped her announcement halfway, frowning as new information entered her mind. "...Or not..." She thought as she thrusted the hard object into the ground.

Wearing ancient medieval armor as well as a catholic cape connected to her shoulders, the newly summoned servant wields not swords nor spears nor axes nor maces, she wields a flag, a flag of gospel! Her kind blue eyes surveyed the surroundings as her long braided blonde hair fluttered in the wind.

"This isn't what I was expecting," she said as she turned around to see a shocked pair of master and apprentice, kneeling on the ground, one of them too surprised to utter anything, and the other too hurt to even think. Yet, that pain must've been what caused the servant to be summoned as a wish to end the unimaginable pain is a powerful wish on it's own.

"Oh? A servant? How amusing."