Y/n pov

We were sent back to chaldea, and everyone immediately got sent to check up at the med bey.

After that I went to my room, and then make a call to Mama and Future director.

F. Director: "Ah you finally call us, your mother is in a fit of rage currently"

The director then move the camera showing the beaten up Napoleon and Kintoki in the ground, and Raikou who was joining Mash fit of worries, since I did heard Mama learn some childcare from aunty Raikou and few other servant.

Y/n: "Ahahaha...." I awkwardly laugh

Y/n: "Ehem! Mama! I am fine"

I shouted a bit so Mama who was screaming and lifting up Heracles Axe and about to swing it at Lancelot or my Grandpa in a way, could hear me.

Mama then look at the screen as she heard my voice and let go of Heracles Axe that fall in front of Lancelot, as Mama went closer to the screen.

Mama: "Y/n! You're okay! I was so worried!" Mama shout

Raikou: "Yeah, you should make a report to your mama or at least send a message to calm Mama down you know" Raikou also join Mama

Y/n: "Y-yes, I will try to do on the next singularity" I said as I was bit scared

Mama: "So tell me what happened!? Did you got hurt!?" She ask

Y/n: "I'm fine, just feeling a bit tired"

And so me and Ywain start explaining what happened and the new enemies and how everything is so different.

F. Director: "I see... so that happens..."

Mama: "I'm glad your not hurt, so the Director survive because of someone interference? But why would they save the Director?"

F. Director: "Well that is a mystery indeed... but for now lets move on, after this you would go to the France singularity"

Y/n: "Oh yeah! And it's also be time for me to summon a servant! After my Mom thought"

F. Director: "Now about that, if you want with Alan ability we can make everyone think you summon a servants but it's actually servant that I will sent to you to help, or would you like to try your luck on summoning?"

Y/n: "I wanna try my luck!"

F. Director: "Well suit yourself, with Ywain you are already pretty strong and with current events there a possibility of having a strong allies servant being summoned in the singularity"

Y/n: "Roger that! I'll be sure to try find servant that can be an allies!"

F. Director: "Alright, I have nothing more to say for now other than be careful"

Mama: "Beeeee sure to be careful! And say hello to Marie okay!"

Y/n: "Okay Mama"

And so the call ended as I sighed tired

Y/n: "Well I'm going to sleep then, good night Ywain*

Ywain: "Good night"

And so I went to sleep

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The next the last two Master, is told to summon a servant for more power and allies

Marie: "Alright you two, time to try summon a servant a strong one would be nice, but! In the end of the day it depends on the master, and type of strategy, you are using!".

Marie start speaking and pretty much doing some kind of morning speech before she was stopped by Da Vinci.

Da Vinci: "Now now, Director, no need to be so intense in the morning".

Marie: "But these two need to understand the importance! They are the last two Masters!".

Marie then hugged by Da Vinci as they drag her away

Da Vinci: "Yes yes, how about we have some herbal tea to calm your anxiety and stress down so you can give clear orders during the next singularity".

Marie: "Hey! Let go of me, Da vinci!"

Da Vinci: "Well I leave the rest to you, Roman~" They said to roman as they easily drag the Director away.

Mash: "Da vinci truly know no fear... Handling the director like that..."

Roman: "W-well shall we start? Who want to go first?"

Gudako & Y/n: ""Me!""

Roman: "Ahaha... why don't you go first Gudako?"

Gudako: "Yay!"

Y/n: "Noooooo!"

And so Gudako went to summon a servant first and she summoned

Archer Emiya: "Servant arche-"

Gudako & Y/n: ""Actually Satan!""

Archer Emiya: "Oh hell no! Not this two childrens again!! This is truly the worst timeline!"

Roman: "Alright! Your turn Y/n"

Y/n: "Okay! Come to me rainbow light!"

Gudako: "Good luck! Y/n!"

And so I went to summon a servant, and so I did

The summoning circle glowed with an ominous red hue, sparks of mana crackling through the air. Y/n and Gudako instinctively took a step back as a gust of wind blasted outward, carrying the weight of a presence long forgotten by history.

A figure stepped forth, his jet-black armor gleaming beneath the dim summoning lights. A crimson-lined cape trailed behind him, battered yet regal, as though it had witnessed countless battles. His helmet obscured his face, but his stance unyielding, battle-hardened spoke of a warrior who had never known defeat.

The air felt heavier, as if the battlefield itself had taken form in the shape of a man.

Then, his voice rang out, calm yet commanding

Servant: "Servant Rider. Edward, The Black Prince... If you seek battle then you have found the perfect sword, and if you seek peace... then I shall leave that in your hand"

Y/n: "Ooooooohhhhhh!!"

Gudako & Y/n: ""Cooooollll!!""

Edward, who had stood with the poise of a legendary commander, visibly paused.

Edward: "...Excuse me?"

Y/n: "Seriously, look at that detail! The black plating, the way the crimson cape flows man, you look like you just walked out of an epic final boss fight!"

Gudako: "Right?! It's like a mix of knightly badassery and 'I will personally destroy you in battle' energy!"

Edward, clearly caught off guard, tilted his head slightly, as if this reaction was the last thing he had expected.

Edward: "...Hmph. I see my reputation precedes me, then."

Y/n: "Nah, we just think you look awesome. I mean, seriously, 10 out of 10 armor design."

Edward crossed his arms, his expression unreadable behind the shadows of his helmet.

Edward: "...I did not expect my Master to judge me based on fashion first. But if you must admire something, admire my swordsmanship. I am not here for appearances I am here to fight."

Mash took the first step forward, placing a hand on her chest in greeting.

Mash: "Hello, Sir Edward. My name is Mash Kyrielight, a Demi-Servant assigned to Chaldea. It's an honor to meet a knight of your caliber."

Edward studied her for a moment, his gaze briefly passing over the massive shield on her back before nodding.

Edward: "A shield-bearer. A rare sight. And a knight of unusual origin, at that."

Mash tensed slightly, but Edward's next words were spoken with measured approval.

Edward: "Yet your stance is firm, your spirit unshaken. A knight is not defined by blood, but by battle. Stand tall, Lady Mash."

Mash: "Y-yes, thank you sir Edward"

Edward's gaze then moved to Archer Emiya, who had been watching him carefully. Unlike with Mash, Edward did not immediately speak. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, noting something curious about the way Emiya held himself.

Emiya, ever unreadable, simply smirked.

Archer: "You sizing me up?"

Edward responded calmly, but without hostility.

Edward: "Not quite. I was considering something."

Archer: "Oh? Do tell."

Edward folded his arms, thoughtful.

Edward: "You carry the stance of a swordsman, yet fight as an Archer. A warrior who stands apart from kings and banners, yet one who does not lack discipline. I was... curious."

For a brief second, Emiya's smirk faltered.

Then he let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

Archer: "Hah. You really do think like a commander."

Edward did not deny it.

Edward: "A battlefield is only won when one understands their allies as well as their enemies."

Emiya huffed, his smirk returning.

Archer: "Fair enough. Just don't expect me to call you 'my lord' or anything."

Edward gave him a glance of mild amusement.

Edward: "Hmph. I have no need for titles. Only warriors who do not hesitate in battle."

Archer: "Hah! I like him"

Gudako: "Oh he has Actually Satan approval!"

Finally, Edward's gaze fell upon Ywain... and his lion that Ywain summoned to give some food.

The great beast stared back at Edward, golden mane rippling as it assessed him. Edward, to his credit, did not flinch or back away he simply observed the lion with quiet interest.

Edward: "A lion instead of a horse. A king of beasts, yet one that walks beside a knight."

Ywain grinned, patting his lion's head.

Ywain: "Heh, yeah, people tend to react like that. But he's more than a beast he's my partner in battle."

Edward nodded in approval.

Edward: "A bond of trust rather than control. That is how it should be."

Ywain smirked.

Ywain: "Oh? So, you know a thing or two about riding into battle, huh?"

Edward's expression did not change, but his presence seemed to sharpen.

Edward: "I led cavalry charges through fields of blood and steel. I have fought atop a warhorse so many times that its rhythm is second nature to me."

Ywain let out a whistle.

Ywain: "So, when are you summoning your steed? I'd love to see how your style compares."

Edward closed his eyes for a brief moment, then smirked slightly.

Edward: "Not yet. A warhorse is not called for ceremony. It is summoned when the battle demands it."

Ywain's grin widened.

Ywain: "Heh, I like that answer."

Y/n: "So when are you giving your lion partner the food you promise so you can unsummon him? He's sucking up my Mana"

Ywain: "In a couple of minutes!"

And so the day pass as they all get to know each other

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Meanwhile in France singularity

Somewhere in the ruins of France, beneath a crimson sky, firelight flickered in the darkness.

The streets, once belonging to the proud kingdom of France, had long since changed. Persian banners hung from every tower, their golden embroidery shimmering in the light of an empire that should never have existed. Soldiers clad in black and gold armor patrolled the stone roads, their marching steps steady, relentless.

This was no longer the France of old. It had been rewritten.

But not everyone had bowed to the invader.

Inside the ruins of a burned-out chapel, a group of civilians huddled together, fear etched across their faces. They clung to one another, whispering prayers to a God they were no longer allowed to worship.

Heavy footsteps echoed outside. The enemy was near.

A child gasped, gripping his mother's hand. The doors creaked, shadows moving beyond them.

And then a black flag tore through the air.

The doors exploded outward, the massive wooden planks splintering as a figure in dark armor stepped into the torchlight, wielding a massive, burning banner.

Her golden eyes blazed like fire in the dim glow.

Jeanne Alter...

Her sword, wreathed in black flame, dripped with the embers of the empire's soldiers she had cut down moments ago. Her breath was steady, unshaken.

Behind her, the bodies of three fallen Persian knights lay motionless, their once-proud armor shattered.

The civilians stared at her, caught between awe and fear.

One of them a woman, frail and trembling hesitated before speaking.

Villager Woman: "A-Are you... truly Jeanne d'Arc?"

Jeanne scoffed, flipping her sword to rest against her shoulder.

Jeanne Alter: "Tch. That woman was a fool. A saint who trusted too much, prayed too much, and died for nothing."

The child flinched. The mother gasped.

But then Jeanne lowered her weapon.

Her voice, rough from battle, softened ever so slightly.

Jeanne Alter: "I am not a saint. I'm just here because this little girl was begging me"

A little girl come out from behind Jeanne

Little girl: "Mama!" The lil girl cry as she went to her mother and hugged her

Villager woman 2: "Ah! Maria! You're safe! Oh thank God!"

Jeanne Alter: "Praying to God won't help you, if you want to live, follow me."

The firelight flickered in her eyes as she turned back to the open road, where more soldiers would soon arrive.

Jeanne Alter: "This war isn't over yet."
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Meanwhile in different place

In the depths of a ruined château, hidden from the empire's watchful eye, the warm glow of a single candle flickered against the cold stone walls.

Three figures sat in a dimly lit chamber, their voices hushed, their expressions heavy.

One woman, her once-elegant gown now stained by war, sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap. Though sorrow darkened her features, there was no fear only quiet, unwavering determination.

A knight, dressed in green and silver, stood at the table, their gloved hands resting upon the worn surface. Their posture was straight, their expression unreadable but their eyes carried the sharpness of someone who had seen too much.

A composer, his once-pristine attire now disheveled, sat beside the queen, one hand gripping his coat tightly, as if physically restraining himself from losing control. His other hand rested on the table, fingers tense, unmoving.

The silence between them was thick the kind of silence that only came before war.

Finally, Marie Antoinette, the last Queen of France, spoke.

Marie: "So... it is true, then. France is no longer our own."

Her voice was soft, yet it did not waver.

Across from her, Chevalier d'Éon, ever the silent guardian of France, nodded solemnly.

D'eon: "Yes, Your Majesty. The people have forgotten. Those who resist are hunted. Those who surrender... will never know what was stolen from them."

Mozart's grip on his coat tightened.

His hands shook.

Mozart: "Unforgivable."

Marie turned her gaze toward him.

Marie: "Wolfgang..."

Mozart let out a slow, shaky breath, his golden eyes burning with a rare, smoldering anger.

Mozart: "No. No, I will not compose words of comfort, not this time. I will not say that history moves as it must, or that all songs must end."

He leaned forward, gripping the edge of the table.

Mozart: "This is not fate. This is theft."

His voice trembled, not with fear, but with fury.

Mozart: "France was never meant to bow to him."

Marie reached out, placing a gloved hand gently over his own.

The touch was light, yet grounding.

Mozart took another breath, and calm down, as Marie start asking D'eon

Marie: "Please Tell us what you have gathered so far, D'eon."

The knight remained silent for a moment, as if weighing their words carefully. Then, they spoke.

D'eon: "You already suspect the truth."

They glanced between Marie and Mozart, watching their expressions carefully before continuing.

D'eon: "This is not simply conquest. This is not a king taking a foreign land. This is history itself... rewritten."

Marie inhaled softly.

Marie: "Rewritten?"

D'eon gave a slow, measured nod.

D'eon: "To the people, he has always ruled. There was no Bourbon Dynasty, no revolution, no history beyond what he allows."

Their voice grew quieter.

D'eon: "The first time I heard his soldiers speak, I assumed they were simply well-trained. Loyal. Fanatic."

Their fingers curled into a fist.

D'eon: "But then I realized... they had never heard of Louis XVI."

Marie's breath hitched.

Mozart stilled.

D'eon's gaze darkened.

D'eon: "Nor of the House of Valois, nor of Charlemagne, nor of the France we knew."

Their voice lowered further, as if the very walls might betray them.

D'eon: "To them, this land was always his."

Marie brought a hand to her chest, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Marie: "That cannot be. That is... that is not possible."

D'eon hesitated.

And then, finally, they spoke the words none of them wanted to hear.

D'eon: "It is possible... if the one rewriting it truly believes it and with the power of the Holy Grail..."

The candle flickered, shadows stretching against the walls.

And then, at last, D'eon spoke the title they dared not say aloud.

D'eon: "He is the ruler of the first great empire. The one who marches forward, never looking back."

It's silent as the candle light start to die out

D'eon: "He is the King Of Soldiers"
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And in another place

Within the grand palace of a kingdom that never should have existed, a lone figure sat upon a throne of black stone and gold, her face hidden by the shadow.

His fingers idly traced the hilt of his blade, the same sword that had carved an empire into history.

Before him, a Persian general knelt, speaking in hushed, hurried tones.

General: "My king, there are reports of rebellion. Jeanne d'Arc has resurfaced, and... the lost warriors are gathering."

For a long moment, the ruler did not speak.

Then, his voice smooth, unwavering filled the chamber.

Mysterious King: "A rebellion?"

Slowly, he chuckle...

Mysterious King: "Then let them come."

Chapter End
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A/n: Back with the whose that servants!

Current clue!

Title: The King Of Soldiers
Origin: Persian

And so who is that servants! It's pretty easy thought since he is a pretty popular king