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Myeongseong explained to Kokumin what he had experienced.
That he had fallen from space, crashed to Earth, and ended up in this situation.
After hearing all of Myeongseong's explanation, the Tōsaka guy made an absurd (or bewildered) expression and asked in return.
"So…."
Slightly distorting the corner of his eyes as he rubbed them with his fingers, he spoke as if he had a headache.
"You're saying… you are an alien?"
"Yes. Unfortunately, that seems to be the case."
"Unfortunately?"
"Because my memory isn't intact."
"Huh."
'An alien. A strange metaphor, but it's correct. Because I really fell from reality into this fake (work of fiction).'
This fact alone was sincerely regrettable even to Myeongseong, and he bowed his head deeply.
As if drained of strength, as if in despair. But truly despairing, Myeongseong muttered slowly.
"Some, yes. There was some great impact."
He unnecessarily took a road under construction and missed his step.
"And I felt a falling sensation. Should I say a sensation of plummeting? I was actually falling through some kind of void."
So he fell into a sewer.
"I felt a sense of deprivation, as if falling from heaven to hell."
And then he fell endlessly.
"And then I saw space."
Turned out it was space.
"From space to the sky, from the sky to the ground, that's how I fell."
Like that, he crashed from the void, from the sky, and smashed into the ground.
"I don't clearly remember where I came from or what I am. I'm speculating that perhaps some of my functions malfunctioned due to the impact of the fall. Maybe there was a disturbance in my memory systems? It seems my common sense isn't completely broken though…"
Well, I guess I really came from the real world.
"Only two things are clearly remembered. My name and the fact that I am human. Those two things alone were engraved as if hammered into my brain. Only now have I become aware of that fact."
He never lost his memory. He didn't forget his name. If one were to insist on asking Myeongseong's species, he is still human.
"Huh. Hmm. Fell from space? A human? Is that possible?"
Myeongseong answered honestly(?) and Kokumin listened to his words quite seriously. Perhaps as a magus and a scholar, he was making his own conjectures.
"Is that possible? A real alien? Or a homunculus created with false memories implanted for some special purpose? Or a Dead Apostle who lost its memory? No. The body is too human for that. No matter how heteromorphic, the body's composition and components are purely human, and moreover, a child. …Or was it created that way? For what purpose? Could this being be the ultimate…, no. That's just an urban legend. But…."
Watching the Tōsaka whatever lost in flights of imagination, Myeongseong thought.
'Ha. Idiot bastard.'
No, he mocked. He sneered. He jeered.
'He thinks he's a magus and is making his own conjectures, but does he know they're all wrong?'
To Myeongseong, that Tōsaka guy is just a fake human. At best, a famous setting value.
An existence barely mentioned within the Type-Moon universe.
The sight of such an existence trying to understand him, a genuine human, within its own common sense.
'Pathetic.'
It was truly laughable and pitiful.
But―――
'―――The way he gets lost in thought is quite human-like.'
Yes. The sight of a character from a work of fiction misunderstanding on its own, making its own inferences, trying to draw conclusions…, even if fake, was quite human-like.
Yes. From a work of fiction…, a fake human―――
'―――Human…, is it?'
―――Then what am I?
If that thing showing such colorful emotions and hues before my eyes isn't a person, then what is?
Myeongseong was confused for a moment. But that too was brief.
"Good. I've decided."
At Kokumin's words, he stopped thinking for a moment. No, he stopped thinking.
Because if he thought any further, it felt like something within him, the boundary that allows Myeongseong to exist as Myeongseong, would be crossed.
Because it felt like he would become aware of a certain sin he committed the moment he fell to this land.
"You. No, Myōujō. You. How about becoming the adopted son of our family?"
"Adop…ted son, you say?"
At the suggestion that came from Kokumin's mouth, something he had never even considered, Myeongseong was startled.
"Adopted son right now…?"
'Adopted son? A magus takes in an adopted son? Is that something that can be decided so easily?'
What is a magus?
'Magus are madmen in human form. Inhumans in human shape. Heretic bastards. The dregs of humanity, weren't they?'
But.
'And such a human-like suggestion comes from the mouth of a magus?! And from the mouth of a Tōsaka or whatever?'
Could it be that guy is genuinely humane―――.
"From my perspective as a magus, you are quite an interesting existence."
Kokumin stroked his well-trimmed, neat beard and continued.
"Physical or pure mana attacks work, but strangely, an exceptionally strong resistance to mental interference magecraft. That goes beyond anti-magic and is akin to Magic Resistance. But curiously, you don't reject translation magecraft. On top of that, a grotesque body that doesn't even have Magic Circuits, not even life force (od) flowing through it. A body like seeing a separate human, a biological machine (human) made purely of biological tissue. And that peculiarity of smashing a Gander. You are an existence with plenty of worth investigating."
'―――Of course. Magus bastard.'
For a moment, he thought perhaps this was a magus with some humanity left. Myeongseong let out a sigh.
'As expected, a fictional character. He sees me as a test subject.'
Truly a fake human. An existence fitting of the setting value of being inhuman.
'But what's this?'
Myeongseong was puzzled.
'If he thinks of me as a kind of test subject, shouldn't he just take me away instead of bothering to adopt me? Why go through the trouble of making me an adopted son?'
Kokumin's suggestion was a type of proposal that made no sense according to Myeongseong's common sense(?). It was an un-magus-like proposal. So out of pure curiosity, Myeongseong asked.
"Is that so? But is adopting a son something that can be decided so easily? From what I know…"
"Hoh? You understand the meaning of being adopted into a magus family."
'Oops!'
He took the bait.
'The question of adoption itself was a kind of bluff!'
Kokumin was looking at Myeongseong while stroking his chin with an interested expression. At that cold, observing gaze, that mad scientist-like aspect, Myeongseong broke out in a cold sweat.
'Is this a magus?'
Just a setting value. A fake human. But precisely because of that, an utterly magus-like being.
Myeongseong felt chills at the clever bluffing to resolve curiosity and doubts at every turn, the sharp gaze observing his every move.
'But at the same time, this is an opportunity.'
But within that, Myeongseong glimpsed a thread of hope, a possibility for survival.
Because if he said he would make Myeongseong his adopted son, it at least meant he wouldn't kill him immediately.
"Anyway, yes. I want to take you in as my adopted son. For my intellectual curiosity."
"If I become an adopted son, what benefit is there for me?"
"Huh? You don't know that being taken in as an adopted son is itself a great boon for you?"
At the impudent answer, Kokumin, with an expression of disbelief, shook his head.
"Fine. Do you know the term Sealing Designation?"
"...."
Myeongseong shut his mouth. Silence. Consistently silent, with an expression of 'Sealing Designation? Huh? I don't know anything about that,' as he tilted his head slightly.
'I know nothing. I know nothing. I know nothi….'
"Indeed, as expected, you knew."
"Fuck!"
"As expected. Indeed. You even know the term Sealing Designation."
"Huh?"
He was tricked again.
"Damn it all!"
'I thought I was caught because I stayed silent incompetently! He was testing my reaction!'
Like a real person!
'For a fake human…!!!'
Grinding his teeth, *grrr*, Myeongseong gritted his teeth.
"Ha! Vulgarly spouting curses and grinding your teeth. Tsk tsk. A lowly fellow."
But thanks to that, he learned one more fact.
"You just committed a rudeness I can hardly overlook, but since I learned one more fact, I shall gladly forgive you."
Kokumin, who generously forgave Myeongseong's curse as if bestowing mercy, seemed quite pleased.
Was it because he satisfied some intellectual curiosity as a magus? Whatever the reason. From Myeongseong's perspective, it was infuriating and maddening.
"This is truly fascinating. You can't even properly remember your own identity, yet you know about magus families, adoption, Sealing Designation and such. It's as if only the few pieces of common sense necessary for survival were forcibly engraved."
Truly, an interesting existence.
At the Tōsaka whatever's muttering, Myeongseong gritted his teeth once more.
'That's not it, I know the original work, you idiot!'
(Of course, Myeongseong also only read the wiki, so he didn't know everything)
Do you know Notes.? Tsukihime? The Human Order Incineration? The Alien God?
'For a setting value living in a universe where destruction is certain. For a mere fake human!'
For a mere Tōsaka whatever.
Whether Myeongseong gritted his teeth in humiliation(?) or not, Kokumin, having misunderstood on his own, continued speaking.
"Both magically and personally, you are interest, curiosity itself. Therefore, I shall personally take you as my adopted son."
"So, what do I gain by following you? You still haven't answered me?"
"Your life."
Too lightly, yet blood-chillingly. Kokumin answered.
He looked at Myeongseong with cold eyes. Myeongseong also didn't back down this time and met that gaze.
Like a frozen winter lake, he saw his small self reflected in the pupils. The Myeongseong in Kokumin's pupils was trembling. But his eyes, his gaze, didn't turn away to the end.
'I won't be cowed by a fake human.'
I confront it. The fake (fear).
"I will hide your existence and protect you from Sealing Designation. In return, I will research you personally. Is that still insufficient?"
'It's seriously insufficient! You fucking bastard!'
An obviously unfair treaty. But because life is precious, Myeongseong quietly swallowed his curses.
'I have to endure for now.'
For a greater future. For ultimate survival.
"No…. That's sufficient."
"Good. Very good."
Kokumin laughed cheerfully and opened the first drawer of a nearby dresser (which had been tilted during Myeongseong's rampage) and took out a rolled-up parchment.
"This is…?"
Self Geis Scroll 自己強制証文
Self Geis Scroll - Self-Enforcing Document?
"Indeed, you recognize this too. Indeed, that biased common sense and survival instinct are amazing."
As if this too was an experiment, Kokumin spoke arrogantly with a pleased expression like a mathematician solving problems one by one.
"This is a Self Geis Scroll. Well, if you recognize it, you know its effect?"
"Yes. Soul to soul. Making an unbreakable promise, isn't it?"
"Huh, the meaning is slightly different but not greatly. Or perhaps it's correct?"
Kokumin took out a high-quality quill pen from his pocket (I don't know why he's still using a quill pen in this era. Ah, right, he's a magus.) and began writing the geis clauses one by one. Then he brought over a relatively intact table, placed it in front, and offered it to Myeongseong.
"So? Do you agree?"
Myeongseong slowly read the Geis Scroll Kokumin offered. And frowned.
[Self Geis Scroll]
1. Tōsaka Kokumin (hereinafter referred to as Party A) takes Jin Myeongseong (hereinafter referred to as Party B) as his adopted son.
2. In return, Party B absolutely obeys the will of Tōsaka Kokumin.
3. Party A provides protection to Party B as compensation for Clause 2.
(Signature) Қoқꚏmiᚢ Toᚺsaқa
(Signature)
Three clauses clearly written to favor the Tōsaka guy. And the Romanized name Tōsaka Kokumin written in a unique script.
It was unsatisfactory.
"The terms are vague. Let's revise them more clearly."
"Hoh?"
Whether Kokumin laughed or not, Myeongseong snatched the quill from his hand, drew lines thickly, and began adding new clauses.
"Now, how about this?"
[Self Geis Scroll]
1. Tōsaka Kokumin (hereinafter referred to as Party A) takes Jin Myeongseong (hereinafter referred to as Party B) as his adopted son and disciple.
1-1. Party A treats Party B as an adopted son and disciple, and teaches him magecraft as a magus.
2. In return, Party B absolutely obeys the will of Tōsaka Kokumin.
2. As compensation for Clause 1, Party B acts as the son and disciple of Tōsaka Kokumin.
2-1. As an additional clause to Clause 2, Party B actively participates in Tōsaka Kokumin's magical experiments (excluding threats to life, taxidermy, extraction of biological organs, preservation in formalin, etc.).
2-2. If Party B believes Clause 2-1 is being violated, he may refuse the experiment.
3. Party A provides protection to Party B as compensation for Clause 2.
3-1. Protection means protection against other magi, the Mage's Association, the Burial Agency, etc.
3-2. Actively protects against Sealing Designation, human trafficking, etc., and if Party A acts in violation of this, Party B may resist Party A's actions.
(Signature) Қoқꚏmiᚢ Toᚺsaқa
(Signature)
"Really, you wrote it thoroughly to favor yourself. And a disciple? You intend to steal and learn magecraft too?"
How dare? For something pretending to be human?
Kokumin glared at Myeongseong with a murderous expression.
"Do you not value your life?"
"No. My life is precious."
But Myeongseong spoke calmly.
"My life, my soul, my free will. If none of those are respected, I cannot agree to this contract."
"Ha!"
Kokumin let out a short, hollow laugh closer to admiration, filled with disbelief.
"I can take you by force, you know?"
Soon, he rolled gems (who knows when he took them out) in his palm. For a moment, an expression as if making some decision was glimpsed, but soon Myeongseong held his head. A headache was gradually felt.
"So? What are you going to do about it?"
"Huh?"
No, it wasn't a headache.
It was anger at the situation he was in. Hatred with no direction. Disgust felt toward the world itself. Or the foam of some emotion like hatred, loathing, a sense of superiority, etc.
Myeongseong glared at him as if to devour him.
A gaze tinged with rage and killing intent, and madness beyond that.
With that gaze, Kokumin's expression was visible. That expression made as if finding it absurd, as if not understanding. That gaze clearly looking down from above, as if a human looking at a non-human.
'It's irritating.'
He's angry.
The foam of anger bursts in his brain, his reason snaps, and the ringing in his ears stops. His extremely excited body becomes endlessly light.
'Fake. It's all fake.'
To Myeongseong, this situation, these moments were all like a dream. A precarious soap bubble about to burst at any moment.
And he was a butterfly trapped in such a soap bubble. A castaway trapped in a dream.
A victim oppressed by fakes. A real human.
'How dare, how dare a fake!'
A mere setting value from a work of fiction tries to handle me? A fake dares to treat me as a test subject?
In this situation where his life was at stake at any moment, Myeongseong finally couldn't endure. No, it seemed he exploded.
"Hey. You think I'm easy?"
"Huh?! What did you…."
"Ha, fuck. Let's be honest. You, you find me interesting, right?"
"...."
Myeongseong now threw away even honorifics and spoke bluntly.
"Aren't you curious about me? Don't you want to know what kind of existence I am? Please don't say no. You're a magus. A lump of obsession wanting to reach the Root. A fool who wants to become a Magician. That's what a magus is, right? Aren't you curious how I work? Don't you want to know why magecraft doesn't work on me? Don't you want to experiment on me right away? That's why you want to make me your adopted son, right? Because you want to monopolize me. Because you want to research me alone? Isn't that it?! You. Magus!!!"
Myeongseong, who continued speaking without even breathing, finally shouted right in his face. After panting and taking a deep breath for a moment, Myeongseong tapped the Geis Scroll with his finger.
"Then shut up and sign. If you accept these terms, I'll follow quietly. But you don't like these terms? Then there's no choice. Knock me out and take me by force."
"...."
"But remember this."
Myeongseong, who had been tapping the Geis Scroll with his finger, now drew his finger across it in one stroke. As if slashing a neck. And reaching the end, he grabbed the quill, lightly spun it once, and gripped it in a reverse hold. As if holding a knife.
"I'll at least crush one of your eyes. If I'm lucky, I might even stab your throat."
'Haha. Fuck. What am I doing.'
Myeongseong scoffed at the current situation, at his own rash outburst.
But Myeongseong didn't regret it.
'Even if I become a lump of formalin, I will never yield.'
Rather than being bound without freedom by a fake human (creation), he would choose death.
If his brain is extracted and taxidermied, he will continue thinking infinitely and ultimately make even his brain brain-dead (suicide).
With that resolve. With that killing intent. With that madness.
Myeongseong glared at Kokumin.
"Huh."
Perhaps finding it absurd, Kokumin let out a hollow laugh.
"Keuk, kheuheuheu. KHAHAHAHA!"
He laughed maniacally. Like a fake. Like a magus. Like a human.
"Yes, that's right! I find you very interesting! While you yourself don't even properly understand what you are, you know about the Tōsaka family, understand magi well, yet have that bold attitude before a magus! That strange physique! Very, very interesting! I want to thoroughly dissect and research you!"
Holding his forehead as if finding this situation truly amusing, Kokumin laughed and then declared.
"Good. I acknowledge you. I will take you as my adopted son, treat you as my disciple and son!"
"Good."
"But remember."
*Thud*, Kokumin stopped his manic laughter and glared at Myeongseong.
"I accept these terms because my eyes are precious."
Kokumin tapped his own eyes with his finger.
"Because I cannot tolerate any damage to my body, and because I found you interesting, I am tolerating this. Remember, there is nothing beyond this."
"Good."
'Phew. I've secured safety for now, I guess.'
Though he couldn't contain his anger for a moment, it seemed he somehow managed to fasten the first button correctly. He took the first step for survival and safety.
Relieved inwardly, Myeongseong addressed Kokumin with honorifics again and gripped the quill properly.
"Then let's contract with these terms."
"Yes."
'Ah. I really have come to another world.'
As he brought the quill to the Geis Scroll, just before signing.
Myeongseong finally felt the reality that he had come to a different world.
'This place is not my world.'
A different world. Another world. He had time-slipped into the Type-Moon world, a place with no dreams or hopes where ordinary humans (all fake anyway) die meaninglessly.
'I really can't go home now…?'
"Huh?"
Myeongseong stopped the quill. Because a very important piece of Type-Moon common sense(?), no, setting, came to mind.
"The Holy Grail…."
"What?"
"Is there a Holy Grail in Fuyuki City?"
"No, how do you know that?!"
Staring (glaring) at the astonished Kokumin, Myeongseong slammed the table.
*Bang!* *Crack*, Myeongseong's arm bone broke and pierced the skin. Blood splattered on Kokumin and Myeongseong's cheeks, but as if not even feeling pain, he instead applied force, pressing down in a self-destructive strike. A strike of madness that made even the relatively intact table crack and groan.
"Shut up and answer right now! Does Fuyuki City exist? Do the three founding families exist there? Is there a Greater Grail there?"
"Wh, what. Could it be you know even that…."
"Shut up and answer!!!"
With the shout, blood spurting from his mouth splattered on the Geis Scroll. It was a terrifying scream that seemed to tear his vocal cords.
"Is there a Holy Grail in Fuyuki City? Is there an Einzbern? Is there a Matō family? Is there a Ryuudou Temple? Does the omnipotent wish-granting device of the Third Magic exist?!!"
Kokumin couldn't even breathe properly and barely swallowed his saliva.
No matter how much he was the pinnacle of inhumanity (Myeongseong's prejudice), a magus himself, Myeongseong's scream and desperation, no, his madness was so dense and ferocious that his previous rampage seemed like child's play.
'Wh, what kind of thing is that…. Is that human?'
The Myeongseong visible in Kokumin's eyes was not human. No, he hadn't thought he was human from the start.
Now he seemed like something even more than that. Just a lump of pure madness. It was like seeing the physical form of madness in the shape of a child, seeing the concept of madness in physical form.
'No!'
That is simply.
'De, death itself…!'
A way of thinking deviating from harmony and providence, the collision of fundamentally different worldviews (reality and fiction)! At the primal fear-like emotion rising furtively from that sense of dissonance, Kokumin momentarily shrank back from Myeongseong.
"The Holy Grail is…, there."
Therefore, Kokumin stammered and inadvertently ended up answering.
"In Fuyuki City, the three founding families exist. Ryuudou Temple also exists, and there is a Greater Grail."
Yes, he ended up answering.
"Ah. Ahhh…."
Tears flowed from Myeongseong's eyes.
The madness held in his pupils slowly dissolved in tears of relief and hope.
"Huhuk. Huhuhuk."
"...."
Light.
Myeongseong saw light in the darkness.
He felt hope, the only star hanging in the pitch-black night sky.
"…I can go back."
To his distant home.
"…I can get it back."
His lost life.
"…I can see them again."
The family he didn't know if he could ever see again.
*Sniffle sniffle*, as Myeongseong cried like a child, Kokumin gave up on understanding and looked at him bewilderedly.
'What on earth is this guy? Going mad and rampaging like that just now, and now crying like that?'
Kokumin couldn't make sense of Myeongseong's erratic emotions and attitude at all. That thing is a lump of madness. Something with a way of thinking and principles of action he couldn't even guess an inch ahead, let alone understand.
Something that is not a Dead Apostle, nor an elemental, nor a phantasmal species, nor a homunculus.
A grotesque body that is human yet cannot possibly be called human. A body like a biological machine with not even life force (od) flowing through it. Yet with biological organs over 99.99% similar to a human's.
That strange anti-magic or Magic Resistance or whatever that smashes even a Gander with a fist, lightly ignores mental interference magecraft, yet accepts translation magecraft.
To a magus, it was a continuous stream of interest, a being that continuously showed the collapse of common sense, but.
'I only thought of it as an interesting test subject….'
The sight of him crying like a child like that was truly unexpected. Because it really seemed like looking at a madman. No.
'Is he… happy?'
If so, it's as if….
'Isn't it like a real human?'
Something that isn't even human. That lump of madness.
The sight of him crying so sorrowfully, happily, while seeming like one aspect of madness, was also utterly human-like. So Kokumin was confused.
"I've realized my calling, my purpose."
And then Myeongseong's words, accelerating that confusion, were heard.
"Purpose, you say?"
"Yes."
Toward Kokumin, who couldn't keep up with the situation, Myeongseong spoke decisively, with a hopeful voice.
"I descended to this land to participate in the Holy Grail War."
Like an ascetic who realized God's will, Myeongseong brought his hands together as if in prayer.
"That must be my purpose for existing, my origin, something like my calling."
Lies flowed out smoothly as if there was a certain virtual blue shark that would debut 96 years later living in his mouth.
"I must participate in the Holy Grail War."
To go home. To see his family again.
"Without fail."
"...."
And Kokumin thought.
'What kind of nonsense is this?'
Like that. To that extent, Myeongseong's words just now were sudden and preposterous.
'A being that fell from space actually descended to participate in the Holy Grail War?
Even nonsense has its limits.
Leaving behind the confused Kokumin, Myeongseong continued his actions.
"Let's add one more geis rule."
4. Party B participates in the Third Holy Grail War. This is guaranteed by Party A to Party B.
"Do you agree?"
"...."
He just said there would be no more additional conditions, and now he added a condition.
'What is this? This feeling?'
That absurdity was brief. The third head of the Tōsaka family. Tōsaka Kokumin instinctively intuited.
It was some sensation felt as a human from meeting Myeongseong, an essentially otherworldly being, or something like an impulse arising from a magus's curiosity.
This is a kind of fork in the road. That something would change due to his choice.
And that was.
'It might be quite interesting.'
That being who sometimes looks like an alien, sometimes like pure madness, sometimes utterly human-like.
That being's existence itself is an irregular. That thing itself is a lump of variables.
'Yes. Thinking positively, having one spare wouldn't be bad.'
A being that seems like it might have been created by a third force to intrude into the Holy Grail War, or maybe human—highly suspicious but simultaneously something he wants to investigate (experiment on).
Danger and suspicion remained in Kokumin's thoughts, but a magus's curiosity, and the anxiety about the soon-to-begin Third Holy Grail War, were enough to tilt Kokumin's thoughts to one side.
That moment when Tōsaka Kokumin's heart tilted――was the moment the world's future changed.
"Good."
"Good."
At Kokumin's affirmation, Myeongseong wrote his name in the signature space.
(Signature) Eun Myeongseong
In Korean. And in Hanja. Pouring his entire being. Pouring his will. Staking his soul.
'This is my first step.'
To return home.
My declaration of war against this damned moonlit world.
'Even if any Servant, countless phantasmal species, infinite magi block my path.'
―――Even if the Human Order blocks my way.
'I'll break them all.'
―――Even if a star blocks my way.
'I'll crush everything.'
―――Even if something else blocks my way.
'I'll burn everything.'
―――I will see my family again.
'I will return home.'
With that resolve, when Myeongseong finished signing, the Self Geis Scroll turned to light and disappeared. At that mysterious sight, Myeongseong's gaze was stolen for a moment.
"Indeed, the soul is an existing life form."
Kokumin uttered a short exclamation of admiration.
"...."
Myeongseong, whose appetite was utterly ruined by the Tōsaka guy who until the end uttered words fitting of a magus (mad scientist).
"Then I'll be in your care. You. No."
Tōsaka.
"Myō·u·jō."
Kokumin extended his hand.
"…Yes. I'll be in your care."
After looking at that hand briefly, Myeongseong soon grasped it firmly with hardened resolve.
"Fa·ther."
And at that moment.
*Growl*.
"Ah."
Myeongseong's stomach rumbled.
"...."
"Do you have any food?"
"...."
"Um, I'm hungry because I haven't eaten for three days. Buy me something. Do I pull that rope to call room service?"
Soon, Myeongseong devoured not only the breakfast that came via the hotel's room service but also additional services, eating three meals' worth in one go.
―――
-Material for Eun Myeongseong when "assumed" as a Servant-
Class : Foreigner?
[Parameters]
[Strength - Endurance - Agility F- Mana - Luck - Noble Phantasm -]
[Class Skills]
"Life from Outside the Territory A+++"
An arrival from the outer cosmos, from the void.
―――Rank decreased due to strongly affirming a part, some element of the world.
"■■ ■■ ■■(■■) EX"
―――Details unknown.
"■■■■ : ■■ EX"
―――Details unknown.
[Personal Skills]
"Madness EX"
Anxiety and fear. A deviation from harmony and providence.
In Myeongseong's case, he clearly distinguishes between reality and this different world, between himself and the setting, between real and fake.
…That's how he's maintaining his sanity. Or he has gone mad.
[Noble Phantasm]
None. He is not a Servant, so there's no reason for him to possess one. May he rest in peace.