Omake 6: FGO 6

Baobhan Sith was someone that had seen some 'interesting' things in life. Most of those were driven by the pain and the misery of those that were unfortunate to stumble on her part.

Cruelty was her main element of personal pleasure and joy, especially when it came to make use of her rights as the soon-to-be ruler of what her cold mother once dominated. It was hers, her own playground, and she could already imagine the screaming of agony for those that dared to irk her even so much. But as much as she loved despair, the red-haired woman also loved aspects of human civilization. Such as heels and other aspects of fashion. A capricious and sadistic princess, she would have never thought to be subjected to a form of 'revenge' from reality itself. A slight that, much to her eternal dismay, drew out the worst out of her.

It all started when Morgan ordered her and Barghest to keep track of a single individual. Someone that was considered the ruler of Britain, but wasn't part of the Pendragon family. How unusual, and actually endearing! What kind of rule did he establish? From what she could tell, this was akin to Morgan's own subjugation, except missing the daily cruelty and adding a form of 'involvement' of the monarch to the actual betterment of the subjects' lifestyle. It felt so alien, so abstract- why would a ruler ever need that kind of action? Subjects were puppets to tease and then slain, to use and then exploit to the point they lost value and purpose within the kingdom. Toys. Baobhan was extremely sure she could easily kill the man if she was given the chance… and yet her confidence wasn't absolute. Not when his posture just screamed of preparation all the time. Despite his eyes being filled with warmth and ease, his body wasn't. And the posture itself… drew concerns from Morgan. And partly from Baobhan herself.

What could have driven a king to behave like this with others… except his family?

It was clear he trusted them to death, which was something that lightly irked the young woman since that's the kind of relationship she would have loved to have with her mother. Trust. And affection. But as she mused about the many flaws of her current bond with Morgan, the real issue manifested out of a surprising summon. One that, by all accounts, got the Fairy Knight Tristan baffled at for how absurd the development turned out to be. Here she was, a similar-looking individual, a Caster, that was allowed for that calm hand of his to pat her head. She was sprawled greedily over his lap, as if a child that wanted to be praised for everything she did. For some curious reasons, that further annoyed Baobhan and… it even got worse when her ears caught the name he bestowed to her. Lyanna. Why?

Why give that name out like that? Why would a fairy like her need that? Then, Baobhan realized how things could have gone and why she existed in such a 'disgustingly sweet' form. The human, he had to have intervened to save her or something like that. He knew her story, and he took her in but… did he really adopt him? The Archer-Class Servant pondered some more about it: wouldn't humans be opposed to such a decision? She considered what could have happened, but then the sight turned sour the more she was in range to see it unfold. 'Lyanna' was giggling, teasing her father by pinching his cheeks and saying that 'he should have seen her kick' some of the monsters'… ass. She was rather foul in that disposition, she realized, but it even got worse when she disobeyed Morgan's order out of pure irritation towards the scene.

Capricious to the very core, Baobhan wanted to get done with this mess at once. She refused categorically to allow a ripoff version of herself to wander Chaldea and strut as if she was in charge of things here. It really didn't help her perception of this issue, when Lyanna coyly declared she was the prettiest of this realm too. That the Fairy Knight would never stand to. But as she approached… something unusual unfolded with her chest. Each step felt like her anger was getting dented, with another strange emotion pouring out of her chest. It was odd, it was intense and it made her almost… fall. But why and what did 'fall' mean for her mind?

Before she could question further, she felt her body enter auto-pilot, and it wouldn't take long for her to blink awake in another scene that was… odd. The oddest she had ever seen so far in her whole life. Here she was, drawing strength to fight her counterpart, and then she was happily nuzzling on the strange king's lap while her cheek was patted by her happy-looking version.

"You know, you hold a lot of loneliness in yourself. Mama wouldn't be happy."

...Mama?

Why would Morgan… no. She wasn't talking about that mother. She was talking about… her.

That smile, that kindness… all stolen by others. These tears tasted familiar, they were poured out of past's pains. Her throat itched, and the whole circumstance she was in felt more appropriate. Baobhan needed this. A giggle, Lyanna kept care of her until her mood was better and soon a new idea came to her mind through a proposal. What if she treated this counterpart as a… sibling? She always wanted a sibling. And a twin at that. She could already perceive the multiple ambitious pranks that could come out from it. Much to the king's chagrin, Lyanna was more than open to starting a pranking spree within the facility, offering her magical knowledge to further expand the means of prank.

In that bizarre scenario, Barghest looked at the situation as grimly as she could, realizing how quickly the 'princess' had fallen to the charms of her counterpart. It had been an unexpected surprise, even so as it raised the question if she too was somehow tied to this. Was there a 'Barghest' that King Joseph knew about. A friend, a foe- the possibilities were endless. What Baobhan had failed to grasp was the concept that the young man was actually in charge of Britain, and not a small alteration of it. He had subjects, he knew people, and he had years worth of training.

It didn't help that he had a quick grip over someone like Baobhan, but even worse when the blonde saw another fairy 'falling' to the charm of the scene. Melusine was usually a cool-headed individual, so it felt particularly wrong to see her stare at the king with such interest and eagerness. It was wrong, and Barghest knew that the queen had to be alerted of this dire situation.

If only she knew that the essence of the knights they harbored within was actually elevating and replying to the presence of a king one of their counterparts served with virtue and loyalty.