Fate/Strange Fake Vol 1 Chapter 4

Act 4: Caster

Through a small gap in the window blinds, the roof of the neighboring

Judging from the backdrop behind the neighboring high-rise, it

the city of Snowfield.

The room, illuminated by the pale starlight, felt something like a

From the rows of desks with computers to the air-conditioning unit

easily forget that this room was also part of the stage atop which the

However, none of the fluorescent lights on the ceiling were illuminated.

darkness—

“Well, then... it seems that the other five Servants have been summoned,”

“Indeed. As of this time, the only Master whose identity we have

under her control. We have been unable to establish contact with Mr.

aware of multiple other magi in the city, but regrettably, we have been

replied a humble voice from the darkness.

disappointment in his voice. “The city-wide surveillance system is surprisingly

The other man calmly continued to deliver his report. “We did observe

Spells and summoned a Servant. However, the Servant performed

doing so, it evaded our agent who was situated there, disguised as a

he is quite capable.”

“I am afraid not. Furthermore, with regards to the first Heroic

we were unable to make heads or tails of the surveillance data. We are

to ascertain anything else, not even its location.”

judging from that ‘declaration’ of theirs.”

some days prior.

in the negative.

at the same time as the issuance of their declaration.”

by the Kuruoka family.” He stood up quietly, a sour look on his

is the King of Heroes. We need only eliminate him.”

Silence was about to descend over the room—when, suddenly, the

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The leaderly man reluctantly picked up the receiver and, in a most

《’Sup, bro! How ya doin’?》

you want?” he replied.

boob tube, and guess what?! They said that some of the babelicious

legit!?》

《Call one in for me tonight, bro. Help a brutha’ out.》The man on

“I am no brother of yours.” The leaderly man’s cheek twitched.

blood oath! We’re blood brothers! You know, I like the sound of that—

this sort of stuff in Scandinavia all the time. I dig it!》

That is the precise extent of our relationship.” His temples twitched as

There were Command Spells boldly visible on the back of his hand,

In that case, the man on the other side of the phone must have been

both in terms of physical distance and in terms of their relationship—it

The Servant grumbled, 《You just don’t get it, man,》before resuming

Master.

heck am not a Hero myself. But if you want to treat me like a hero,

to think of it, of course I’m a hero! I mean, come on—how can a guy

to forever-aloners!》

you have time to work. Return to your duties.”

man! Listen. All I want from the Holy Grail is good food and hot

of this war, and what happens to all the participants in the end. That’s

ends!》

complaints. “I will prepare women and food for you. Now, return to

《Man, you’re a real wet blanket. You know, this isn’t even my specialty.

there are better people out there! So I was on the internet yesterday,

a rumor—apparently, there’s another guy who can use some kind of

“A mere copy is of no value to us. A counterfeit that does not surpass

《Ha! So ya like my adaptations, huh?! I’m so happy I could cry.

would happen, I wouldn’t have joked about my stories being better than

mean, shit. I’d put that incident a hundred years behind me, and I was

then you come along and drag me out of bed. And look at me now!

man! This is a load of crap. Who’d want to hear a story like this?!

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“Do not misunderstand me. I chose you not because of those anecdotes

that exceed the legends of old. I believe that you have the power

power to give form to those tales,” his Master replied, quelling his frustration.

lies.

Hey, I’ve got an idea! Why don’t you take those compliments and write

lady. While she’s in bed with me, that is! ...Actually, if you’re going to

scripts than I am at writing legends, so 》

receiver mid-sentence.

again.

though his conversation with Caster had never happened.

and his infinite treasury shall prove to be our greatest obstacle.”

around the room with his hands behind his back.

before he draws his sword. We must use every means available to

honorably.”

aura. It was as though the darkness itself glowed the color of exigency.

on top of being unaffected by physical attacks, Heroic Spirits are immeasurably

I have summoned is an exception. In a brawl, I should imagine that

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He glanced askance, as if he had said something he should not have.

“Then again... what if men could master the use of Noble Phantasms?”

nigh-godlike ability possessed by each Hero. Take, for example, the

all Noble Phantasms, is a symbol of the Hero that wields it, and draws

Naturally, they are not the sorts of things one could find lying

be an exaggeration to say that summoning a Servant is equivalent to

Phantasm—a wild card that can turn the tide of battle.

powerful than the original items on which they were based. What

Having walked deep into the darkness of the room, the man stopped

He raised his right hand—the hand on which were inscribed his

In the room, suddenly awash with light—

the other. Each one of them was clad in black.

piece of equipment hung from each of their waists, like an emblem

Men and women stood there in no particular order. All in all, there

Each of them stood at attention, their black uniforms exuding an

different type.

Those utterly stony-faced uniformed police officers held swords,

things. What’s more, they all had a pair of handcuffs and a pistol holstered

well into the realm of “absurd”. One of them even had a golden arquebus

on their way to a performance to promote tourism in the Snowfield

Odds are, however, that any half-decent mage that saw them would

A power that had been tempered with magical energy and vitality

air within the room.

Even so, they were mightier than their originating legends.

“Those were the warriors of Celtic myth who crossed swords with

As he gazed upon that overwhelming yet out-of-place power with

He—the police chief of Snowfield—spread his arms wide and issued

“Though my words may mean little, as police chief, I shall guarantee

“You are justice incarnate.”

feet in perfect unison. As one, they saluted the police chief, who was

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And upon witnessing that action, any discerning person would

They were not mere police officers; rather, they had undergone

Their organization had established a “net” that ensconced the entire

All they required of the Servant was his talent of Noble Phantasm

In other words—

thus shaking the very foundations of the Holy Grail War.

That was a story that the man summoned as Caster had not yet

finished writing.