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purelylewd) wrote2016-07-16 09:39 pm
purelylewd) wrote2016-07-16 09:39 pm
Fifth Singularity: North American Myth War: E Pluribus Unum
A collection of Medb dialogue from E Pluribus Unum. Contains spoilers, as one might expect.
[Cu Alter is himself, slaughtering everyone in arm's reach and getting annoyed by people fleeing.]
Medb: ——Hehehe, you look braver than ever. Say, which do you like better, to fight, or to kill?
Cú Alter: Huh? Is there any difference? Or what? Are you one of those idiots who think of eating and living as two separate things?
Medb: ...You're funny, Cú. You really are different. You're like a wild beast. Even in life, there was a part of you that somehow felt like a beast in human's clothing... But this time, I can't sense a single trace of impurity! You're without a doubt a king among all violent beasts! Truly fantastic. I wonder if the hero Cú Chulainn lost all his rationality by being given an imaginary concept. But I like both forms of Cú. Hehe, hehehe, hehehehe!
Cú Alter: Well, that's number thirty... Huh? Woman, did you say something? Either way, job's done. Wake me up if anything happens.
Medb: ...Oh boy. I'm happy to see you all rough and tough, but it's a shame you're strangely indifferent now. Well, it's fine either way. You probably won't have much chance to show off anymore. Because from here on, it's my turn! Here comes the innocent, perfect, much beloved Queen Medb✰
Celtic Warrior: ...What are your orders?
Medb: Come, my warriors! It's time to advance our troops! Sing my praises, loudly! Praise me, and kill my enemies! Medb is the best! Oh, my dear and sweet warriors! Come on, we're almost there! This nation! This land! Everything will be ours! Eternal, an eternal nation! We'll create a utopia! If they oppose me, kill them! If they don't oppose me, still kill them! Foolish civilians, unwise leaders, and weak soldiers! I need none of them! The United States will be no more, and from its ashes we'll create a new nation. It'll be an eternal nation only for us! One centered around us!
Medb: Oh, really? And then you came running back. How pathetic.
Fionn: Yes. I am very sorry.
Medb: Hey, Cú... What should we do with them?
Cú Alter: ...What? Yeah, whatever. I don't care. They're not kids. They're allowed two mistakes. This is their first. They're off the hook for now. However, there won't be a third. Don't waste my time, got that?
Fionn: Understood. Then Diarmuid, let's go.
Diarmuid: Yes. [They leave.]
Medb: How naive! Cú, you need to be a lot more strict to people like that! You need to be more like an animal. An animal!
Cú Alter: No. Animals are free until they die. Unfortunately, I'm a king. The first time, I forgive their carelessness. The second time, I praise their narrow defeat. The third time, I resign myself to the fact that they're weak. That, I don't need.
[A door creaks open.]
Fergus: That opinion still suits you even after falling to darkness. Your ferocity against enemies, on the other hand, does not suit you.
Cú Alter: ...So it's you.
Fergus: Surely it's you who called me.
Medb: No, that would be me.
Fergus: Oh, Medb, is it? What's wrong? No one to warm your bed at night? I'd be happy to oblige.
Medb: No. Rest assured that I have no issue in that area. Actually, I have a bit of news from an earlier report. Servants aiming to "correct" this world have appeared. Enemies trying to return this nation to how it used to be.
Fergus: Interesting. How audacious. Are those the ones whom Fion ma Cumhaill and Diarmuid Ua Duibhne ran into?
Cú Alter: If you're bored, you go. They're strong enough, they shouldn't disappoint you.
Fergus: Oh, by myself?
Medb: No, they're trying to meet up with one another. So you could sneak ahead, take those Servants and——
Fergus: Oh, I see. In other words, pick them off one by one before they all meet up. Acceptable. That should be simple enough.
Medb: Thank you, Fergus. When you return, maybe I'll keep you company for a night?
Fergus: ——Hmm, oh, no, no. I'll pass after all. I finally got my second life. It's not bad to be greedy—— But being celibate every so often can't hurt. I'll dedicate all my vigor to combat. I'll let my surging animal instincts guide me. Don't you feel the same way?
Cú Alter: ——No. I won't get all enthusiastic over a battle that will end once I kill everyone. My task is to flatten this whole nation. Minor skirmishes with foot soldiers are mere drudgery. I'll fulfill my destined role. Before I die, this nation will become an uninhabited wasteland.
Fergus: I see... In spite of that, you're quite... Never mind. Something about friendships and hedges. Now, my queen, if you'll excuse me!
Medb: Good luck. I love you, Fergus♪
Fergus: Hmph. Except for your body, you're the worst woman ever. However, you do have a sharp eye for good men!
Medb: Well, how will they react? We're up against Rama and Geronimo, right?
Cú Alter: And that one group. Do they have a strong sense of purpose? Of duty? Or no reason at all? ..At any rate, what a nuisance.
Medb: Cú, you've changed so much. You've become more regal.
Cú Alter: ...I'm still my old self. Everybody has moments when they're not so eager to fight. That's just how I'm feeling at the moment.
Medb: I suppose. The animalistic side of you lusts for fulfilling battles and love. And the empty, hollow side of you is bored of battle, and just stoically deals with things. When summoned as a Servant, which side manifests is a matter of chance. Admittedly, you're basically one of my creations. I'm quite astounded at our compatibility. To be sure, I love both sides of you, Cú. I love you—— Really, truly.
Cú Alter: Shut up. You're annoying.
Medb: ——You're so spiteful. Hehehe. That aside, half of Eastern America has already fallen. We've killed George Washington and exterminated the majority of the nation's leaders. ...I thought the battle was won. Who would've known that the West would unite to oppose us? "Edison," was it? I didn't expect a mere human to go this far. The worst thing is that they have Karna on their side.
Cú Alter: ...Fool. I told you to mow them down while they were still weak.
Medb: Look, I didn't think a mere "King of Inventions" would go this far! I can't shake the feeling that he has some kind of backing. Something besides the Holy Grail. Otherwise, it's impossible to explain how he can oppose us as much as he has.
Cú Alter: ...Hmm. That's alarming. Well, I'll go and deal with him in time. Make sure our preparations are in order.
Medb: Yes, of course. Well, Cú. Let's dream together. A dream as pleasant as a nightmare. When we awake, I'm sure something will have moved forward. Hopefully, it will be something to celebrate—— Hehehe.
[A group plans to assassinate the people at the head of the parade.]
Geronimo: That woman is standing above the Celtic warriors—— I see, she's the queen!
[applause]
Medb: Everyone! Thank you so much for coming here to see me, Medb! This nation belongs to the Eternal King! A nation of Cú and myself, made by Cú and myself, for Cú and myself! Be honored that you serve us 24 hours a day. Rejoice that you are our subordinates 24 hours a day. Justice, honor, and glory all belong to us!
Geronimo: ——Robin!
Robin Hood: Got it. Removing "No Face May King"! Go, Saber!
Nero Bride: Yes, leave it to me!
Medb: Hm?
Nero Bride: Queen Medb! You may look cute, but your reign comes to an end now! Sunlight of spring, dancing flowers! The winds of May that brush your cheeks! The blessed bells that ring all the way beyond stella! Open, Nuptiae Domus Aurea!
Medb: Could this be...a Reality Marble!? No, this is different. This is Magecraft! Unwavering, unhesitant Magecraft! It's so beautiful! I want this Noble Phantasm!
Nero Bride: This Noble Phantasm is beyond you, but we have a great banquet for you tonight! Brace yourself!
Geronimo: Queen of Connacht, Medb! Sorry, but we'll be taking your head!
Billy: ——Here goes!
Medb: Oh my, so many! And because of this barrier, my warriors are weakened, too! This is bad! I'm in big trouble! Big, big trouble! Save me, my King! [note, she's smiling widely at the last sentence and doesn't look especially worried beforehand, either]
Nero Bride: Bring on your so-called king!
Geronimo: This is the moment of truth. Put some spirit into this!
Billy: Wait. I've got a bad feeling!
Cú Alter: ——Haaaaaah!
Nero Bride: Ugh... He has this much strength inside my Golden Theater!?
Cú Alter: A bold plan, but a failure. You should have targeted me, not Medb.
Geronimo: Child of Light, Cú Chulainn! Still in that ominous form, I see. It seems you're the holder of the Holy Grail!
Cú Alter: Huh? I don't care about the Grail. I gave that thing to Medb.
Geronimo: Then what's this strength!? You're within Nero's Bounded Field!
Medb: I wished for it!
Geronimo: What!?
Medb: I wished for Cú to "become a king"! A strong and wicked king, who could stand equal to me!
Geronimo: ——I see. If it's a wish upon the Grail, it's no wonder he can surpass this Bounded Field...
Cú Alter: That doesn't matter. All I sought was this situation. I decided to reign supreme as "king," and fight with all my might.
Nero Bride: ...Oh? So you're a "king"? Let me ask you as an emperor. How do you intend to take the right of leadership?
Cú Alter: I'll fight, kill, and conquer. That's all.
Nero Bride: Is that really all?
Cú Alter: I'm not the type to rule through wisdom. Besides, everyone living on this land is a warrior. I'll take everything, kill everyone, and dominate everywhere... Then, when there's nothing left—— I will return to the void.
Nero Bride: What... In that case, you're no different from a mindless beast!
Cú Alter: And what's wrong with that? We were born into an era that's neither dream nor reality. If everything's na illusion to begin with, we should all vanish without building anything, no?
Nero Bride: So you would deny prosperity...you are not fit to be a king!
Medb: Oh, but he is. The qualification to be king is absolute strength. Enough to declare domination and create a nation alone. That alone is enough for people to follow. Everything else can be handled by others. I mean, mankind is enslaved by strength. The weak will cling to the strong as long as they get to pick up the leftover glory. That's just the way of the world. Aren't you the same?
Nero Bride: Hah. I like lions, but mad dogs aren't my cup of tea. When it comes down to it, you're just another dog, a bitch, who seduced a lion.
Medb: That's fine. I don't mind being a bitch. I don't mind at all. I mean, I fell in love. What am I supposed to do? That's right... Ever since the day I failed to take Ulster! A warrior who wouldn't become mine, a man who didn't heed to my will. A great hero who protected his nation alone, who boasted to none, and ended his life with a smile! As far as I know, Cú Chulainn is stronger than anyone or anything, and I've always loved him!
Nero Bride: I see. Then watch as the man you love falls! Here I go!
Geronimo: We're right behind you!
Billy: Got it! ...Wait, are you kidding me?
[Arjuna shadow]
Robin Hood: A Servant...
Medb: ——To be perfectly honest, I thought Cú would be more than enough here. But I figured I'd have one more as backup, just in case. I'm so smart!
Cú Alter: ...
Medb: Oh dear. Don't look at me like that, Cú. This doesn't mean that I don't trust you, okay? But sometimes there's strength in numbers, you know? Like right now.
Cú Alter: ...I'll handle that woman. Take care of the other weaklings.
Medb: Excited?
Cú Alter: No. This is a matter of principle. If she calls herself an emperor, then it's my duty as a king to crush her.
Medb: Okay♪ Then go right ahead and handle the others, Arjuna!
Geronimo: Did she say...Arjuna!?
Nero Bride: What!?
Geronimo: Arjuna, the eternal archenemy of Karna? This is the worst... To think that they have something like that hidden up their sleeve! I underestimated them!
Arjuna: ...I have no intention of making you suffer. Please let me finish my duty quickly.
Billy: What should we do, Geronimo?
Geronimo: ——Robin!
Robin Hood: What!?
Geronimo: Take the communicator. Use "No Face May King" and get out of here. We'll buy you some time.
Robin Hood: !!!
Nero Bride: What are you doing, Archer!? Go! Unfortunately, I can't leave this place. I cannot afford to leave! I need to teach this man a thing or two about how to conduct oneself as a king! ——Listen well. You must live, and meet up with Ritsuka. We haven't been defeated yet. Just go! Then return to this land with the song of victory!
Robin Hood: ...That's a tough order, but I got it. I'll be getting out of here first, your Majesty.
Nero Bride: Yes, that's more like it, Hunter of the Forest. I'm counting on you. Now then—— Sorry to keep you waiting, Cú Chulainn. So, thorny man. I think you're overdoing it a bit with that imposing look. [Nero Bride and Cú Alter keep talking, but my hands are sore and Medb isn't talking.]
[Arjuna vs. Geronimo and Billy in Sucks To Be A Three Star]
Geronimo: Why did you join them?
Medb: Hehehehehe! You can't answer them, can you Arjuna?
Geronimo: ...Queen Medb. To think you'd serve Cú Chulainn.
Medb: Of course I would. I mean, Cú decided for himself to become king. Not out of righteousness, or nobility, or even ambition. He just wanted to heighten himself. The ones you sent to Alcatraz will be finished off by Beowulf, Fionn, and Diarmuid. Well, even if they fail to, that's not a problem. Your defeat is already certain. So long as we have the Holy Grail, this world will persistently continue to reincarnate. All that's left is the destroy Edison's army. That's easy.
Geronimo: ——Ah, I see. So you don't actually know yet.
Medb: ...Don't know what?
Geronimo: It seems you think you're some sort of chosen one, who obtained absolute power—— But actually, you're just one out of seven.Indeed, the fact you obtained the Grail is proof of your greatness. However, while it is rare, it is not the "only one." If anyone has the "only one," it's us. They have already recovered four Holy Grails.
Medb: !!!
Geronimo: That is why. Even if we fall here...others will take our place.
Medb: ...I see. But none of you have a chance against our king. A Mad King and a War King, Cú stands at the pinnacle of power.
Geronimo: As a shaman, let me make a prediction for you. Be glad, you'll die happy. Unfortunately, it'll be real soon.
Medb: ——Hmph. Arjuna. Go chase down the Servant who escaped.
Arjuna: ...Understood.
Medb: Now, Cú. Do you want me to help?
Cú Alter: No, it'll be over soon. [not soon enough, says my hand, and we skip through the philosophical debate with and death of Nero Bride]
Medb: I see it's over. Now, all that's left is that Servant named Robin.
Cú Alter: You make it sound like there's a survivor. Press the attack and crush them.
Medb: Yup!
Cú Alter: !!!
Medb: Cú?
Cú Alter: ——Over there.
[we return to our heroes, with a later flashback to Scáthach saving Robin Hood from Arjuna and Cú Alter, including:]
Scáthach: No need to answer, huh? In that case, the only thing left for us to do is fight to the death... However, it seems the circumstances won't allow us to. I must allow that pale...boy in green to escape. You have that burden named Medb behind ou. If we fight, things won't end well for either of them. So what'll it be, O king who gained a queen? Lose everything here, and promptly lighten your burden?
Cú Alter: You must be joking. Knowing you, you'd take Medb out the second we start this fight.
Scáthach: Of course. I can't stand that woman. So I might just impale her with the best thrust of my life.
Cú Alter: We won't fight here. I'll let that Archer go. Now you will get out of my sight, too. Come back again when everyone has died off, so no one can stand in our way.
Scáthach: Very well, that would be my duty anyway. When you no longer have a way to die, I'll kill you with a smile.
Cú Alter: ...A shield rune to escape from the battlefield, huh?
Medb: Not going after them?
Cú Alter: She's not someone who'd go down so easily. She can handle even a thousand spears I throw her way. I can't win unless I'm ready to die. When I fight her again, it will be when there's no one left to kill.
[And back with our heroes, after some introductions:]
Scáthach: That is the Cú Chulainn I know, and at the same time he isn't. It's likely because of Medb's wish upon the Grail. She wanted the fool to become a wicked king rivalling herself. As a result, a cursed warrior with nothing but the power to become a king was born. As a result, a cursed warrior with nothing but the power to become a king was born. [More back and forth with Nightingale.] Indeed. Either way, this isn't just a matter of defeating Cú Chulainn alone. Considering overall damage, Queen Medb has priority. The Holy Grail must be taken from that woman. Oh, do't expect much from me. I'd destroy the Holy Grail along with Medb, but that puts you back at square one.
Dr. Roman You're right... If the Grail is destroyed, repairing the Foundation of Humanity would be difficult. That would be a huge time loss for us. If possible, we need to recover the Grail intact. Let's consider Lady Scáthach to be our last resort. I want you guys to try defeating Medb by yourselves.
Mash: Medb... The legendary queen of the Celts.
Scáthach: Yes. She's a woman who is honest about her own desires. She's just engrossed in taking over a nation at the moment. That woman, along with Cú Chulainn... Those two alone are enough to take any nation. Yet they also have Arjuna. And...I suppose Beowulf is still alive as well. [and so on, the heroes get attacked. In the middle of battle:] Wyverns and Chimeras? Curse you, Medb, summoning things like this. Land and air. [A couple of rounds later.] Hm... Shadow Servants have appeared. That Medb seems to understand how to use the Holy Grail. [and describing them and Li Shuwen comes up and who knows if they talk about Medb she's not here]
[No Medb, but amongst the discussion of plans:]
Edison: Physical activity relaxes the mind, but in the end, there are only two ways to go about this.
Mash: Is one of them...assassination?
Scáthach: A select few will go to Washington D.C., and assassinate Queen Medb. That should prevent any further increase in Celtic soldiers. We can turn this into a fight between Servants. But Medb is extremely cautious. Once she senses Servants, she will likely bring all her Servants back at once. To be honest, she already survived one assassination attempt. I would expect her to be even more cautious.
Robin Hood: That really hits home.
Medb: Hey! Guess what, my king? They're dead. Fionn mac Cumhaill and Diarmuid. Looks like the Servants turned the tables on them. You really can't underestimate them, can you? Or, could it be that their Master is even stronger than we thought?
Cú Alter: ...That's nice.
Medb: So apathetic. Not interested?
Cú Alter: Of course not. The greatest benefit of a dead man is that you no longer have to think of him. What interests me is what the living are up to. ...Let's see. What do you think they are planning to do?
Soldier: I have a report.
Cú Alter: Ah. Speak.
Soldier: Yes sir. The United Western States Army split their troops to the north and south. The South Army is advancing towards us.
Medb: My, they want a final battle?
Soldier: They're bringing in troops standing by at the rear as well. No doubt about it. And leading the army is——
Medb: It's not Edison?
Soldier: No, Edison and Blavatsky are in charge of the North Army. The South Army is led by another Servant.
Medb: ...There's more?
Soldier: Yes. Leading the South Army is a young male Servant, and a Servant with a giant shield. We have also confirmed a nurse Servant. Leading the vanguard is Karna——the thin Lancer with a shining spear.
Medb: One, two, three... Four!? There are suddenly four more of them!?
Soldier: Karna's presence had been previously confirmed, but...
Medb: That still leaves three new Servants!
Cú Alter: ...Probably more than three.
Medb: Huh?
Cú Alter: My mentor, the Indian rascal, even the Servant I let escape once... On top of it, that shield Servant from the report... That means there must be more.
Medb: What, no way! Edison partnered up with those guys!? ...In other words, they gave up on giving up?
Cú Alter: Looks like it. He gave up on protecting America, and instead decided to take the world for his own.
Medb: Hmm, this might not be good, huh? You never know what can happen in an all-out war. What to do?
Cú Alter: ...Hey.
Soldier: Yes?
Cú Alter: We're off to war. Gather troops.
Medb: W-Wait... Are you planning on joining the fight!?
Cú Alter: Of course. Are you planning on leaving them alone?
Medb: No, no! In the name of the Mad King, I won't let them be. I'll crush those Servants with my entire army. By advancing on us, they insulted the king and provoked us. Then again, it just goes to show how desperate they are. Desperate people are favorable for me. The despair of those who hate us and spite us is so many shades darker than the ordinary kind, you see? An avenging father slain by his family's murderer, a lover killed by someone whose lover was also killed, I love stories like that. That's why I simply squash them, with my superior resources! Let us divide our army into two forces as well. Leave the North Army to Beowulf, and put Arjuna in charge of the South Army. I'll take care of informing the Servants. Now, go!
Soldier: Yes! [door creaks]
Cú Alter: ...Taking the scout's report into consideration, their main force is the South Army. They're planning to crush our forces with that army and march straight to the capital.
Medb: The North Army only needs to hold the front. At worst, they're buying time? My oh my... And they call themselves proud Servants?
Cú Alter: That's just how desperate they are. That Edison guy has cast aside his pride, and is trying to protect this world and fix history. The source is most likely——the world's last remaining Master that was in the reports. ...Medb. How are you reading this? Servants unleash their greatest powers when they have a Master. If they come fighting not as individual troops, but as Servants accompanying their Master—— Is our army powerful enough to defeat them?
Medb: ...Let's see. It might be tough. Beowulf and Arjuna are both top-notch warriors, but they have no will to fight. You could say Arjuna has a reason to fight, although it's a very personal one. But Beowulf is only barely following orders. I can't imagine him losing...but...
Cú Alter: Medb. We're going all in.
Medb: !!! O-Okay. But I need time. Setting the North aside, the South——
Cú Alter: I'll hold the South down. Arjuna can lead the charge, and I'll destroy all the Servants I can get my hands on. After all, they've got that woman.
Medb: ...Scáthach?
Cú Alter: Yeah, she IS my mentor. I can't imagine any other man being able to handle her.
Medb: ——Do you want to fight her?
Cú Alter: No. I am a king. A king doesn't fight for self-interest. I am the frame in establishing this nation. I'll devote myself to being a weapon slaughtering opponents. As long as Karna lives, Arjuna won't have the composure to deal with other Servants. If that is the case, I'll go. I'll go, and I'll kill.
Medb: Very well. I won't stop you. Ride forth, my king! [Cú Alter leaves.] Hahaha, hahaha, hahahahaha! The least kingly king in the world. Despite having no intention of unifying the nation, you devote yourself to its creation. That's why you never lose. You always kill the opposition. Once all opposition is gone, you may even turn on your allies. ...Perhaps that's the very thing I've been desiring most. For a king such as you to throw everything in this world into chaos. To wipe out everyone equally, with you Gáe Bolg. Oh believers of justice and miracles... Hurry up and come here! Let me lead you to your unsightly death!
[Cú Alter appears in Section 19, 20, but no Medb.]
Medb: They'll be here soon, my king. How's your body?
Cú Alter: The restoration is complete. It'd be a bit troublesome if Arjuna betrayed us, though——
Medb: If the need arises, we could always use "that."
Cú Alter: ...That's not necessary. I am enough. Throw everything at the northern front. That'll end the war, and this world.
Medb: ——Right. Oh dear, I guess this is the end of playing queen.
Cú Alter: Having fun?
Medb: Yes, very much so. That's why I intend to enjoy it to the very end. You aren't having fun, are you, Cú?
Cú Alter: I don't know. You can have fun on your own. All I need to do is continue being the king you wished for. No matter what happens.
Medb: ...Yeah. I love you, Cú.
Cú Alter: Is that so?
Medb: Now, let's begin the final battle. They'll struggle, and writhe, and try to stand up. All those who glare at us with determination in their eyes. We'll crush them under our heels easily. ——Ahh, I'm so excited!
[scene transition]
Rama: We're here...
Mash: Yes! Master, we're just one step away!
Dr. Roman: The northern front is fighting well. At this rate, we should somehow——
Medb: ——So you've come. Oh dear. I guess those Shadow Servants really weren't good enough.
Rama: You're——
Nightingale: Medb. The queen who brings Celtic heroes into this world.
Mash: So you're...
Medb: Your scrap soldiers, or my cute boys——I wonder which are stronger?
Rama: Sorry, but we don't have time for idle chit chat. We'll be taking you down now.
Medb: I've already calculated it. Your power, my power, my summoned warriors' power, my monsters' power... ...I'll make sure to win. After all, the one that the king trusted with everything was me, the queen! [dragon roar]
Dr. Roman: I've confirmed enemy signatures. Analyzing the magical energy wavelengths——this is... A massive dragonkin! Also——Chimeras, and even Shadow Servants!? Sheesh, she's really going all out!
Mash: Don't worry. We won't lose to enemies like this after all we've been through! Master, let's go!
[battle]
Medb: I guess that wasn't enough to stop you. ...But I can't afford to lose. Come, Spriggan!
Dr. Roman: Even more of them!? Can Queen Medb really create an infinite number of soldiers!?
[battle]
Nightingale: I would hesitate to call it infinite. It may be infinite given enough time, but we're defeating them faster than they're being created. You could say that we're cornering her, both in Magecraft and science. However——
Medb: ——H-Haha. Hahahahaha! ...Cornered? ME? Opposite. It's the opposite. I'm the one cornering you. Come visit the White House.
Rama: Tch... She's staying out of range. So she knows that "Brahmastra" is a throwing weapon.
Nightingale: Let's go, everyone... Although we may not make it in time.
Ritsuka: Make it in time? / For what?
Nightingale: ...I don't know, but it seems like they're hiding a secrt weapon. Her smile wasn't because this is too easy for her, nor was it an attempt to mock us. That was the smile of a predator. It was an unbearably sadistic smile, made right when she destroys something dear to us. But it's not towards us. If it was, she would have used the trump card immediately. In that case——
Rama: Yes, I understand what you're trying to say, Nightingale. However, we must still pursue her. Now, we head to the White House!
[after a North Army interlude:]
Mash: Master. The White House... It's transformed...
Dr. Roman: Wh-What the hell is this!? Are you telling me that this is truly the White House!?
Rama: ...Hm. Such extremely poor taste. The original White House was far more beautiful.
Cú Alter: ——Hey.
Rama: ...Cú Chulainn!
Mash: Queen Medb!
Medb: Hey, Demi-Servant. Don't utter my name so casually. I'm in a bad mood, mind if I kill you?
Mash: !!!
Nightingale: Leave this place. Your wickedness is no illness. You were born with it. I'd say you're in good health. Although you're still wicked.
Medb: What?
Cú Alter: Stand back, Medb. She's got business with me.
Medb: What are you going to do to Cú?
Nightingale: that goes without saying. I'm a nurse. A nurse must fulfill her duty.
Medb: Huh? With Cú? As a nurse?
Nightingale: In other words, I intend to treat him.
Cú Alter: ...What a simplistic reason. However, as my enemy, I intend to kill you. An enemy is an enemy, even if they're a nurse. It's simple.
Nightingale: Feel free to do as you please. I'll treat you, and you'll kill me. While contradictory, that's how we should be. One thing to say before combat.
Cú Alter: What?
Nightingale: You are ill. I recommend suicide, or allowing yourself to be defeated.
Cú Alter: ... I'm not really one to talk, but you're pretty crazy, aren't you? What you're saying is pretty ridiculous.
Nightingale: ——You can't feel joy.
Cú Alter: ...Say that again?
Nightingale: No, that's not quite right. It's not that you can't, it's that you don't. Becoming king didn't stop you from feeling joy. It only sealed your joy away.
Medb: ...Shut your mouth, nurse.
Nightingale: You've trapped yourself in a cage, ceding your body to a "system" called a "king." Since you feel no joy, you fight automatically and mechanically. If you don't do so, you can't continue being king.
Medb: Didn't I tell you to shut up!?
Cú Alter: You talk like you've seen it for yourself. Did we have some sort of connection in our past life?
Nightingale: No, I haven't seen it myself. I simply know, because that's how I used to be. I cast aside my own humanity, working only to fulfill my goal. I had to pay a price for that, but I didn't mind. I was fine being nothing more than a healing machine. Of course, I can't deny that it's a twisted way of life. Nothing changed from when I was alive, working tenaciously at a patient's bedside. But still, I didn't mind. I simply wanted to help expand the world, with an iron body and an iron will.
Cú Alter: ...
Nightingale: The hope for medical treatment. The delight of recovery. These things were needed in the world at the time. For that, I abandoned everything I had, but I have no regrets! ——So let me ask, king of savages. Is your rule truly necessary? What prospects for the future do you have? Where do you aim to be, after all is done?
Cú Alter: Who knows.
Nightingale: You have nothing. Your deeds are like severe burns. That's why——you and I are different. My blood boils, for the sake of dreams. Your blood has grown thick and cold, for the sake of ambition. That is your illness. Allow me to treat you, Cú Chulainn. Even if I die, I must treat you.
Cú Alter: ...You done talking? Your lecture was so crazy that I actually couldn't help but listen. Ill. Ill. Illness, huh? I see, I get it. Pretty fitting. I was used to things like curses and wounds, but—— I'd never actually suffered from illness before. This is what you'd call "seeing the light," iron woman. That must mean this overbearing sense of fatigue is an illness. If this body is healed, and this blood is purified, I might return to my senses. ——But that's not possible. I think you're well aware of that. You know, in this world there are incurable diseass that you can never recover from, right?
Nightingale: ——!
Cú Alter: Well then. Here I go!
Medb: ...Let's go, Cú! I'm Medb, queen of Connacht. I won't lose to people like you!
Rama: I am Rama, king of Kosala. This task was handed down to me, by those who have fallen. So long as you threaten to destroy this world—— my fighting spirit, my will shall never falter. In the name of my wife Sita, I swear by the name of the god I hold faith in. I shall smite thee as an iron hammer. Prepare yourself, Queen Medb!
[battle]
Rama: ——Right there! "Brahmastra!"
Mash: ...We did it...
Cú Alter: ...
Medb: Uh—— Ugh—— [collapse]
Cú Alter: ...Tch. You're in pretty bad shape, Medb.
Medb: Yes, Cú. I feel like I could die at any moment. But I fulfilled my role... I really, really did it. ...Will you praise me?
Cú Alter: ————————Yeah. You did pretty well. You defended your nation, as queen. You're a pretty capable woman, when you try.
Medb: ...I'm glad. That's all I wanted to hear. That was enough to save me. My wish came true. You've finally——become mine.
Ritsuka: What's this "role?" / What did you do?
Medb: Ahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Don't you know my name? I'm Medb! Queen Medb! Don't you know my greatest work, from my legend? The "Clan Calatin!" A group of warriors to defeat the peerless hero, Cú Chulainn!
Rama: So that's your trump card? Very well then, summon them!
Medb: ...Ahaha... That's wrong, so wrong. It's completely different from what you imagine! Completely, and totally wrong!
Nightingale: ... ...
Dr. Roman: ...Wait. Is that possible? Should it even be possible? A Heroic Spirit can't possibly come up with something that terrifying! I mean, is it even possible through Magecraft!? Queen Medb! This is something not even Solomon dared try!
Mash: Doctor!? Doctor, what exactly is happening!? There's nothing strange here———
Nightingale: The North Army!
Dr. Roman: That's right! THAT was summoned on them just now!
Ritsuka: Don't tell me that's... / A Demon God Pillar?
Dr. Roman: ...I've confirmed 28 Demon God Pillars at the northern front!
Mash: ...What?
Dr. Roman: To summon an entire pack of Demon God Pillars by shoving them into the framework of "Clan Calatin!" It's theoretically possible for a wielder of the Holy Grail. It's definitely possible... But a total of 28 of them!?
Rama: Is that really possible!?
Nightingale: Her wish must ahve been that powerful. More so than any other to date. ——If it was for that man. She would offer any sacrifice. Even her own life.
Mash: Doctor, the Servants on the northern front!
[northern front cutscene where Liz is the best and Robin Hood is also great]
Cú Alter: ...You leaving now?
Medb: Yes, I am. I entrust the Grail to you. Farewell, Cú Chulainn. May we meet again sometime, somewhere—— [she disappears]
Mash: ...Cú Chulainn. Are you——
Cú Alter: ——I've always been one to take the long road. I never had much luck with good women. It never lasted. But all the bad women flock to me. Medb was especially tenacious, more so than briar vines... ...Sheesh. The moment she becomes good, she disappears looking satisfied.
Rama: He seems a little different?
Mash: ...He's more like when we met in Fuyuki...
Dr. Roman: Just slightly, but the magical energy surrounding him has weakened. The era's ability to correct itself probably strengthened, because the one who wished Cú Chulainn into kingship vanished. It's basically like a 0% chance became 3%... But now there's a possibility! Listen, you have to defeat Cú Chulainn, before the northern front collapses! That's the last chance to repair this era!
Cú Alter: ——Okay. Then let's get the killing started.
Rama: Mad King. ...Do you intend to hand over the Grail?
Cú Alter: Not at all. That was my geis. While Medb may have been a helplessly wicked woman—— She used a wish granter with the power to dominate an era without hesitation to seize just the heart of one man... Me.
Flashback: ——Very well, this is my wish: to make Cú Chulainn king. A wicked king, enough to rival even me.
Cú Alter: For her, I may have been a toy to discard when she got tired of me, but I should admire her spirit, at least. That's why I've abandoned all joy, and continue to fight. Now, and forever. Besides, all of you—— You've gotten in my way so many times until now. Do you think I'd just let you live? Come, brats. What happens when you pick fights with an Ulster warrior—— I'll teach you by tearing your bodies to pieces, and crushing your very bones!
[anyway Medb is dead at this point so just watch it if I want to see it]
Prologue
[Cu Alter is himself, slaughtering everyone in arm's reach and getting annoyed by people fleeing.]
Medb: ——Hehehe, you look braver than ever. Say, which do you like better, to fight, or to kill?
Cú Alter: Huh? Is there any difference? Or what? Are you one of those idiots who think of eating and living as two separate things?
Medb: ...You're funny, Cú. You really are different. You're like a wild beast. Even in life, there was a part of you that somehow felt like a beast in human's clothing... But this time, I can't sense a single trace of impurity! You're without a doubt a king among all violent beasts! Truly fantastic. I wonder if the hero Cú Chulainn lost all his rationality by being given an imaginary concept. But I like both forms of Cú. Hehe, hehehe, hehehehe!
Cú Alter: Well, that's number thirty... Huh? Woman, did you say something? Either way, job's done. Wake me up if anything happens.
Medb: ...Oh boy. I'm happy to see you all rough and tough, but it's a shame you're strangely indifferent now. Well, it's fine either way. You probably won't have much chance to show off anymore. Because from here on, it's my turn! Here comes the innocent, perfect, much beloved Queen Medb✰
Celtic Warrior: ...What are your orders?
Medb: Come, my warriors! It's time to advance our troops! Sing my praises, loudly! Praise me, and kill my enemies! Medb is the best! Oh, my dear and sweet warriors! Come on, we're almost there! This nation! This land! Everything will be ours! Eternal, an eternal nation! We'll create a utopia! If they oppose me, kill them! If they don't oppose me, still kill them! Foolish civilians, unwise leaders, and weak soldiers! I need none of them! The United States will be no more, and from its ashes we'll create a new nation. It'll be an eternal nation only for us! One centered around us!
Section 8: My Fair Lady
Medb: Oh, really? And then you came running back. How pathetic.
Fionn: Yes. I am very sorry.
Medb: Hey, Cú... What should we do with them?
Cú Alter: ...What? Yeah, whatever. I don't care. They're not kids. They're allowed two mistakes. This is their first. They're off the hook for now. However, there won't be a third. Don't waste my time, got that?
Fionn: Understood. Then Diarmuid, let's go.
Diarmuid: Yes. [They leave.]
Medb: How naive! Cú, you need to be a lot more strict to people like that! You need to be more like an animal. An animal!
Cú Alter: No. Animals are free until they die. Unfortunately, I'm a king. The first time, I forgive their carelessness. The second time, I praise their narrow defeat. The third time, I resign myself to the fact that they're weak. That, I don't need.
[A door creaks open.]
Fergus: That opinion still suits you even after falling to darkness. Your ferocity against enemies, on the other hand, does not suit you.
Cú Alter: ...So it's you.
Fergus: Surely it's you who called me.
Medb: No, that would be me.
Fergus: Oh, Medb, is it? What's wrong? No one to warm your bed at night? I'd be happy to oblige.
Medb: No. Rest assured that I have no issue in that area. Actually, I have a bit of news from an earlier report. Servants aiming to "correct" this world have appeared. Enemies trying to return this nation to how it used to be.
Fergus: Interesting. How audacious. Are those the ones whom Fion ma Cumhaill and Diarmuid Ua Duibhne ran into?
Cú Alter: If you're bored, you go. They're strong enough, they shouldn't disappoint you.
Fergus: Oh, by myself?
Medb: No, they're trying to meet up with one another. So you could sneak ahead, take those Servants and——
Fergus: Oh, I see. In other words, pick them off one by one before they all meet up. Acceptable. That should be simple enough.
Medb: Thank you, Fergus. When you return, maybe I'll keep you company for a night?
Fergus: ——Hmm, oh, no, no. I'll pass after all. I finally got my second life. It's not bad to be greedy—— But being celibate every so often can't hurt. I'll dedicate all my vigor to combat. I'll let my surging animal instincts guide me. Don't you feel the same way?
Cú Alter: ——No. I won't get all enthusiastic over a battle that will end once I kill everyone. My task is to flatten this whole nation. Minor skirmishes with foot soldiers are mere drudgery. I'll fulfill my destined role. Before I die, this nation will become an uninhabited wasteland.
Fergus: I see... In spite of that, you're quite... Never mind. Something about friendships and hedges. Now, my queen, if you'll excuse me!
Medb: Good luck. I love you, Fergus♪
Fergus: Hmph. Except for your body, you're the worst woman ever. However, you do have a sharp eye for good men!
Medb: Well, how will they react? We're up against Rama and Geronimo, right?
Cú Alter: And that one group. Do they have a strong sense of purpose? Of duty? Or no reason at all? ..At any rate, what a nuisance.
Medb: Cú, you've changed so much. You've become more regal.
Cú Alter: ...I'm still my old self. Everybody has moments when they're not so eager to fight. That's just how I'm feeling at the moment.
Medb: I suppose. The animalistic side of you lusts for fulfilling battles and love. And the empty, hollow side of you is bored of battle, and just stoically deals with things. When summoned as a Servant, which side manifests is a matter of chance. Admittedly, you're basically one of my creations. I'm quite astounded at our compatibility. To be sure, I love both sides of you, Cú. I love you—— Really, truly.
Cú Alter: Shut up. You're annoying.
Medb: ——You're so spiteful. Hehehe. That aside, half of Eastern America has already fallen. We've killed George Washington and exterminated the majority of the nation's leaders. ...I thought the battle was won. Who would've known that the West would unite to oppose us? "Edison," was it? I didn't expect a mere human to go this far. The worst thing is that they have Karna on their side.
Cú Alter: ...Fool. I told you to mow them down while they were still weak.
Medb: Look, I didn't think a mere "King of Inventions" would go this far! I can't shake the feeling that he has some kind of backing. Something besides the Holy Grail. Otherwise, it's impossible to explain how he can oppose us as much as he has.
Cú Alter: ...Hmm. That's alarming. Well, I'll go and deal with him in time. Make sure our preparations are in order.
Medb: Yes, of course. Well, Cú. Let's dream together. A dream as pleasant as a nightmare. When we awake, I'm sure something will have moved forward. Hopefully, it will be something to celebrate—— Hehehe.
Section 12: Sympathy for the Soldier
[A group plans to assassinate the people at the head of the parade.]
Geronimo: That woman is standing above the Celtic warriors—— I see, she's the queen!
[applause]
Medb: Everyone! Thank you so much for coming here to see me, Medb! This nation belongs to the Eternal King! A nation of Cú and myself, made by Cú and myself, for Cú and myself! Be honored that you serve us 24 hours a day. Rejoice that you are our subordinates 24 hours a day. Justice, honor, and glory all belong to us!
Geronimo: ——Robin!
Robin Hood: Got it. Removing "No Face May King"! Go, Saber!
Nero Bride: Yes, leave it to me!
Medb: Hm?
Nero Bride: Queen Medb! You may look cute, but your reign comes to an end now! Sunlight of spring, dancing flowers! The winds of May that brush your cheeks! The blessed bells that ring all the way beyond stella! Open, Nuptiae Domus Aurea!
Medb: Could this be...a Reality Marble!? No, this is different. This is Magecraft! Unwavering, unhesitant Magecraft! It's so beautiful! I want this Noble Phantasm!
Nero Bride: This Noble Phantasm is beyond you, but we have a great banquet for you tonight! Brace yourself!
Geronimo: Queen of Connacht, Medb! Sorry, but we'll be taking your head!
Billy: ——Here goes!
Medb: Oh my, so many! And because of this barrier, my warriors are weakened, too! This is bad! I'm in big trouble! Big, big trouble! Save me, my King! [note, she's smiling widely at the last sentence and doesn't look especially worried beforehand, either]
Nero Bride: Bring on your so-called king!
Geronimo: This is the moment of truth. Put some spirit into this!
Billy: Wait. I've got a bad feeling!
Cú Alter: ——Haaaaaah!
Nero Bride: Ugh... He has this much strength inside my Golden Theater!?
Cú Alter: A bold plan, but a failure. You should have targeted me, not Medb.
Geronimo: Child of Light, Cú Chulainn! Still in that ominous form, I see. It seems you're the holder of the Holy Grail!
Cú Alter: Huh? I don't care about the Grail. I gave that thing to Medb.
Geronimo: Then what's this strength!? You're within Nero's Bounded Field!
Medb: I wished for it!
Geronimo: What!?
Medb: I wished for Cú to "become a king"! A strong and wicked king, who could stand equal to me!
Geronimo: ——I see. If it's a wish upon the Grail, it's no wonder he can surpass this Bounded Field...
Cú Alter: That doesn't matter. All I sought was this situation. I decided to reign supreme as "king," and fight with all my might.
Nero Bride: ...Oh? So you're a "king"? Let me ask you as an emperor. How do you intend to take the right of leadership?
Cú Alter: I'll fight, kill, and conquer. That's all.
Nero Bride: Is that really all?
Cú Alter: I'm not the type to rule through wisdom. Besides, everyone living on this land is a warrior. I'll take everything, kill everyone, and dominate everywhere... Then, when there's nothing left—— I will return to the void.
Nero Bride: What... In that case, you're no different from a mindless beast!
Cú Alter: And what's wrong with that? We were born into an era that's neither dream nor reality. If everything's na illusion to begin with, we should all vanish without building anything, no?
Nero Bride: So you would deny prosperity...you are not fit to be a king!
Medb: Oh, but he is. The qualification to be king is absolute strength. Enough to declare domination and create a nation alone. That alone is enough for people to follow. Everything else can be handled by others. I mean, mankind is enslaved by strength. The weak will cling to the strong as long as they get to pick up the leftover glory. That's just the way of the world. Aren't you the same?
Nero Bride: Hah. I like lions, but mad dogs aren't my cup of tea. When it comes down to it, you're just another dog, a bitch, who seduced a lion.
Medb: That's fine. I don't mind being a bitch. I don't mind at all. I mean, I fell in love. What am I supposed to do? That's right... Ever since the day I failed to take Ulster! A warrior who wouldn't become mine, a man who didn't heed to my will. A great hero who protected his nation alone, who boasted to none, and ended his life with a smile! As far as I know, Cú Chulainn is stronger than anyone or anything, and I've always loved him!
Nero Bride: I see. Then watch as the man you love falls! Here I go!
Geronimo: We're right behind you!
Billy: Got it! ...Wait, are you kidding me?
[Arjuna shadow]
Robin Hood: A Servant...
Medb: ——To be perfectly honest, I thought Cú would be more than enough here. But I figured I'd have one more as backup, just in case. I'm so smart!
Cú Alter: ...
Medb: Oh dear. Don't look at me like that, Cú. This doesn't mean that I don't trust you, okay? But sometimes there's strength in numbers, you know? Like right now.
Cú Alter: ...I'll handle that woman. Take care of the other weaklings.
Medb: Excited?
Cú Alter: No. This is a matter of principle. If she calls herself an emperor, then it's my duty as a king to crush her.
Medb: Okay♪ Then go right ahead and handle the others, Arjuna!
Geronimo: Did she say...Arjuna!?
Nero Bride: What!?
Geronimo: Arjuna, the eternal archenemy of Karna? This is the worst... To think that they have something like that hidden up their sleeve! I underestimated them!
Arjuna: ...I have no intention of making you suffer. Please let me finish my duty quickly.
Billy: What should we do, Geronimo?
Geronimo: ——Robin!
Robin Hood: What!?
Geronimo: Take the communicator. Use "No Face May King" and get out of here. We'll buy you some time.
Robin Hood: !!!
Nero Bride: What are you doing, Archer!? Go! Unfortunately, I can't leave this place. I cannot afford to leave! I need to teach this man a thing or two about how to conduct oneself as a king! ——Listen well. You must live, and meet up with Ritsuka. We haven't been defeated yet. Just go! Then return to this land with the song of victory!
Robin Hood: ...That's a tough order, but I got it. I'll be getting out of here first, your Majesty.
Nero Bride: Yes, that's more like it, Hunter of the Forest. I'm counting on you. Now then—— Sorry to keep you waiting, Cú Chulainn. So, thorny man. I think you're overdoing it a bit with that imposing look. [Nero Bride and Cú Alter keep talking, but my hands are sore and Medb isn't talking.]
Section 13: Over the Rainbow
[Arjuna vs. Geronimo and Billy in Sucks To Be A Three Star]
Geronimo: Why did you join them?
Medb: Hehehehehe! You can't answer them, can you Arjuna?
Geronimo: ...Queen Medb. To think you'd serve Cú Chulainn.
Medb: Of course I would. I mean, Cú decided for himself to become king. Not out of righteousness, or nobility, or even ambition. He just wanted to heighten himself. The ones you sent to Alcatraz will be finished off by Beowulf, Fionn, and Diarmuid. Well, even if they fail to, that's not a problem. Your defeat is already certain. So long as we have the Holy Grail, this world will persistently continue to reincarnate. All that's left is the destroy Edison's army. That's easy.
Geronimo: ——Ah, I see. So you don't actually know yet.
Medb: ...Don't know what?
Geronimo: It seems you think you're some sort of chosen one, who obtained absolute power—— But actually, you're just one out of seven.Indeed, the fact you obtained the Grail is proof of your greatness. However, while it is rare, it is not the "only one." If anyone has the "only one," it's us. They have already recovered four Holy Grails.
Medb: !!!
Geronimo: That is why. Even if we fall here...others will take our place.
Medb: ...I see. But none of you have a chance against our king. A Mad King and a War King, Cú stands at the pinnacle of power.
Geronimo: As a shaman, let me make a prediction for you. Be glad, you'll die happy. Unfortunately, it'll be real soon.
Medb: ——Hmph. Arjuna. Go chase down the Servant who escaped.
Arjuna: ...Understood.
Medb: Now, Cú. Do you want me to help?
Cú Alter: No, it'll be over soon. [not soon enough, says my hand, and we skip through the philosophical debate with and death of Nero Bride]
Medb: I see it's over. Now, all that's left is that Servant named Robin.
Cú Alter: You make it sound like there's a survivor. Press the attack and crush them.
Medb: Yup!
Cú Alter: !!!
Medb: Cú?
Cú Alter: ——Over there.
[we return to our heroes, with a later flashback to Scáthach saving Robin Hood from Arjuna and Cú Alter, including:]
Scáthach: No need to answer, huh? In that case, the only thing left for us to do is fight to the death... However, it seems the circumstances won't allow us to. I must allow that pale...boy in green to escape. You have that burden named Medb behind ou. If we fight, things won't end well for either of them. So what'll it be, O king who gained a queen? Lose everything here, and promptly lighten your burden?
Cú Alter: You must be joking. Knowing you, you'd take Medb out the second we start this fight.
Scáthach: Of course. I can't stand that woman. So I might just impale her with the best thrust of my life.
Cú Alter: We won't fight here. I'll let that Archer go. Now you will get out of my sight, too. Come back again when everyone has died off, so no one can stand in our way.
Scáthach: Very well, that would be my duty anyway. When you no longer have a way to die, I'll kill you with a smile.
Cú Alter: ...A shield rune to escape from the battlefield, huh?
Medb: Not going after them?
Cú Alter: She's not someone who'd go down so easily. She can handle even a thousand spears I throw her way. I can't win unless I'm ready to die. When I fight her again, it will be when there's no one left to kill.
[And back with our heroes, after some introductions:]
Scáthach: That is the Cú Chulainn I know, and at the same time he isn't. It's likely because of Medb's wish upon the Grail. She wanted the fool to become a wicked king rivalling herself. As a result, a cursed warrior with nothing but the power to become a king was born. As a result, a cursed warrior with nothing but the power to become a king was born. [More back and forth with Nightingale.] Indeed. Either way, this isn't just a matter of defeating Cú Chulainn alone. Considering overall damage, Queen Medb has priority. The Holy Grail must be taken from that woman. Oh, do't expect much from me. I'd destroy the Holy Grail along with Medb, but that puts you back at square one.
Dr. Roman You're right... If the Grail is destroyed, repairing the Foundation of Humanity would be difficult. That would be a huge time loss for us. If possible, we need to recover the Grail intact. Let's consider Lady Scáthach to be our last resort. I want you guys to try defeating Medb by yourselves.
Mash: Medb... The legendary queen of the Celts.
Scáthach: Yes. She's a woman who is honest about her own desires. She's just engrossed in taking over a nation at the moment. That woman, along with Cú Chulainn... Those two alone are enough to take any nation. Yet they also have Arjuna. And...I suppose Beowulf is still alive as well. [and so on, the heroes get attacked. In the middle of battle:] Wyverns and Chimeras? Curse you, Medb, summoning things like this. Land and air. [A couple of rounds later.] Hm... Shadow Servants have appeared. That Medb seems to understand how to use the Holy Grail. [and describing them and Li Shuwen comes up and who knows if they talk about Medb she's not here]
Section 16: The Fellowship
[No Medb, but amongst the discussion of plans:]
Edison: Physical activity relaxes the mind, but in the end, there are only two ways to go about this.
Mash: Is one of them...assassination?
Scáthach: A select few will go to Washington D.C., and assassinate Queen Medb. That should prevent any further increase in Celtic soldiers. We can turn this into a fight between Servants. But Medb is extremely cautious. Once she senses Servants, she will likely bring all her Servants back at once. To be honest, she already survived one assassination attempt. I would expect her to be even more cautious.
Robin Hood: That really hits home.
Section 17: War
Medb: Hey! Guess what, my king? They're dead. Fionn mac Cumhaill and Diarmuid. Looks like the Servants turned the tables on them. You really can't underestimate them, can you? Or, could it be that their Master is even stronger than we thought?
Cú Alter: ...That's nice.
Medb: So apathetic. Not interested?
Cú Alter: Of course not. The greatest benefit of a dead man is that you no longer have to think of him. What interests me is what the living are up to. ...Let's see. What do you think they are planning to do?
Soldier: I have a report.
Cú Alter: Ah. Speak.
Soldier: Yes sir. The United Western States Army split their troops to the north and south. The South Army is advancing towards us.
Medb: My, they want a final battle?
Soldier: They're bringing in troops standing by at the rear as well. No doubt about it. And leading the army is——
Medb: It's not Edison?
Soldier: No, Edison and Blavatsky are in charge of the North Army. The South Army is led by another Servant.
Medb: ...There's more?
Soldier: Yes. Leading the South Army is a young male Servant, and a Servant with a giant shield. We have also confirmed a nurse Servant. Leading the vanguard is Karna——the thin Lancer with a shining spear.
Medb: One, two, three... Four!? There are suddenly four more of them!?
Soldier: Karna's presence had been previously confirmed, but...
Medb: That still leaves three new Servants!
Cú Alter: ...Probably more than three.
Medb: Huh?
Cú Alter: My mentor, the Indian rascal, even the Servant I let escape once... On top of it, that shield Servant from the report... That means there must be more.
Medb: What, no way! Edison partnered up with those guys!? ...In other words, they gave up on giving up?
Cú Alter: Looks like it. He gave up on protecting America, and instead decided to take the world for his own.
Medb: Hmm, this might not be good, huh? You never know what can happen in an all-out war. What to do?
Cú Alter: ...Hey.
Soldier: Yes?
Cú Alter: We're off to war. Gather troops.
Medb: W-Wait... Are you planning on joining the fight!?
Cú Alter: Of course. Are you planning on leaving them alone?
Medb: No, no! In the name of the Mad King, I won't let them be. I'll crush those Servants with my entire army. By advancing on us, they insulted the king and provoked us. Then again, it just goes to show how desperate they are. Desperate people are favorable for me. The despair of those who hate us and spite us is so many shades darker than the ordinary kind, you see? An avenging father slain by his family's murderer, a lover killed by someone whose lover was also killed, I love stories like that. That's why I simply squash them, with my superior resources! Let us divide our army into two forces as well. Leave the North Army to Beowulf, and put Arjuna in charge of the South Army. I'll take care of informing the Servants. Now, go!
Soldier: Yes! [door creaks]
Cú Alter: ...Taking the scout's report into consideration, their main force is the South Army. They're planning to crush our forces with that army and march straight to the capital.
Medb: The North Army only needs to hold the front. At worst, they're buying time? My oh my... And they call themselves proud Servants?
Cú Alter: That's just how desperate they are. That Edison guy has cast aside his pride, and is trying to protect this world and fix history. The source is most likely——the world's last remaining Master that was in the reports. ...Medb. How are you reading this? Servants unleash their greatest powers when they have a Master. If they come fighting not as individual troops, but as Servants accompanying their Master—— Is our army powerful enough to defeat them?
Medb: ...Let's see. It might be tough. Beowulf and Arjuna are both top-notch warriors, but they have no will to fight. You could say Arjuna has a reason to fight, although it's a very personal one. But Beowulf is only barely following orders. I can't imagine him losing...but...
Cú Alter: Medb. We're going all in.
Medb: !!! O-Okay. But I need time. Setting the North aside, the South——
Cú Alter: I'll hold the South down. Arjuna can lead the charge, and I'll destroy all the Servants I can get my hands on. After all, they've got that woman.
Medb: ...Scáthach?
Cú Alter: Yeah, she IS my mentor. I can't imagine any other man being able to handle her.
Medb: ——Do you want to fight her?
Cú Alter: No. I am a king. A king doesn't fight for self-interest. I am the frame in establishing this nation. I'll devote myself to being a weapon slaughtering opponents. As long as Karna lives, Arjuna won't have the composure to deal with other Servants. If that is the case, I'll go. I'll go, and I'll kill.
Medb: Very well. I won't stop you. Ride forth, my king! [Cú Alter leaves.] Hahaha, hahaha, hahahahaha! The least kingly king in the world. Despite having no intention of unifying the nation, you devote yourself to its creation. That's why you never lose. You always kill the opposition. Once all opposition is gone, you may even turn on your allies. ...Perhaps that's the very thing I've been desiring most. For a king such as you to throw everything in this world into chaos. To wipe out everyone equally, with you Gáe Bolg. Oh believers of justice and miracles... Hurry up and come here! Let me lead you to your unsightly death!
[Cú Alter appears in Section 19, 20, but no Medb.]
Section 21: North American Myth War (Ending)
Medb: They'll be here soon, my king. How's your body?
Cú Alter: The restoration is complete. It'd be a bit troublesome if Arjuna betrayed us, though——
Medb: If the need arises, we could always use "that."
Cú Alter: ...That's not necessary. I am enough. Throw everything at the northern front. That'll end the war, and this world.
Medb: ——Right. Oh dear, I guess this is the end of playing queen.
Cú Alter: Having fun?
Medb: Yes, very much so. That's why I intend to enjoy it to the very end. You aren't having fun, are you, Cú?
Cú Alter: I don't know. You can have fun on your own. All I need to do is continue being the king you wished for. No matter what happens.
Medb: ...Yeah. I love you, Cú.
Cú Alter: Is that so?
Medb: Now, let's begin the final battle. They'll struggle, and writhe, and try to stand up. All those who glare at us with determination in their eyes. We'll crush them under our heels easily. ——Ahh, I'm so excited!
[scene transition]
Rama: We're here...
Mash: Yes! Master, we're just one step away!
Dr. Roman: The northern front is fighting well. At this rate, we should somehow——
Medb: ——So you've come. Oh dear. I guess those Shadow Servants really weren't good enough.
Rama: You're——
Nightingale: Medb. The queen who brings Celtic heroes into this world.
Mash: So you're...
Medb: Your scrap soldiers, or my cute boys——I wonder which are stronger?
Rama: Sorry, but we don't have time for idle chit chat. We'll be taking you down now.
Medb: I've already calculated it. Your power, my power, my summoned warriors' power, my monsters' power... ...I'll make sure to win. After all, the one that the king trusted with everything was me, the queen! [dragon roar]
Dr. Roman: I've confirmed enemy signatures. Analyzing the magical energy wavelengths——this is... A massive dragonkin! Also——Chimeras, and even Shadow Servants!? Sheesh, she's really going all out!
Mash: Don't worry. We won't lose to enemies like this after all we've been through! Master, let's go!
[battle]
Medb: I guess that wasn't enough to stop you. ...But I can't afford to lose. Come, Spriggan!
Dr. Roman: Even more of them!? Can Queen Medb really create an infinite number of soldiers!?
[battle]
Nightingale: I would hesitate to call it infinite. It may be infinite given enough time, but we're defeating them faster than they're being created. You could say that we're cornering her, both in Magecraft and science. However——
Medb: ——H-Haha. Hahahahaha! ...Cornered? ME? Opposite. It's the opposite. I'm the one cornering you. Come visit the White House.
Rama: Tch... She's staying out of range. So she knows that "Brahmastra" is a throwing weapon.
Nightingale: Let's go, everyone... Although we may not make it in time.
Ritsuka: Make it in time? / For what?
Nightingale: ...I don't know, but it seems like they're hiding a secrt weapon. Her smile wasn't because this is too easy for her, nor was it an attempt to mock us. That was the smile of a predator. It was an unbearably sadistic smile, made right when she destroys something dear to us. But it's not towards us. If it was, she would have used the trump card immediately. In that case——
Rama: Yes, I understand what you're trying to say, Nightingale. However, we must still pursue her. Now, we head to the White House!
[after a North Army interlude:]
Mash: Master. The White House... It's transformed...
Dr. Roman: Wh-What the hell is this!? Are you telling me that this is truly the White House!?
Rama: ...Hm. Such extremely poor taste. The original White House was far more beautiful.
Cú Alter: ——Hey.
Rama: ...Cú Chulainn!
Mash: Queen Medb!
Medb: Hey, Demi-Servant. Don't utter my name so casually. I'm in a bad mood, mind if I kill you?
Mash: !!!
Nightingale: Leave this place. Your wickedness is no illness. You were born with it. I'd say you're in good health. Although you're still wicked.
Medb: What?
Cú Alter: Stand back, Medb. She's got business with me.
Medb: What are you going to do to Cú?
Nightingale: that goes without saying. I'm a nurse. A nurse must fulfill her duty.
Medb: Huh? With Cú? As a nurse?
Nightingale: In other words, I intend to treat him.
Cú Alter: ...What a simplistic reason. However, as my enemy, I intend to kill you. An enemy is an enemy, even if they're a nurse. It's simple.
Nightingale: Feel free to do as you please. I'll treat you, and you'll kill me. While contradictory, that's how we should be. One thing to say before combat.
Cú Alter: What?
Nightingale: You are ill. I recommend suicide, or allowing yourself to be defeated.
Cú Alter: ... I'm not really one to talk, but you're pretty crazy, aren't you? What you're saying is pretty ridiculous.
Nightingale: ——You can't feel joy.
Cú Alter: ...Say that again?
Nightingale: No, that's not quite right. It's not that you can't, it's that you don't. Becoming king didn't stop you from feeling joy. It only sealed your joy away.
Medb: ...Shut your mouth, nurse.
Nightingale: You've trapped yourself in a cage, ceding your body to a "system" called a "king." Since you feel no joy, you fight automatically and mechanically. If you don't do so, you can't continue being king.
Medb: Didn't I tell you to shut up!?
Cú Alter: You talk like you've seen it for yourself. Did we have some sort of connection in our past life?
Nightingale: No, I haven't seen it myself. I simply know, because that's how I used to be. I cast aside my own humanity, working only to fulfill my goal. I had to pay a price for that, but I didn't mind. I was fine being nothing more than a healing machine. Of course, I can't deny that it's a twisted way of life. Nothing changed from when I was alive, working tenaciously at a patient's bedside. But still, I didn't mind. I simply wanted to help expand the world, with an iron body and an iron will.
Cú Alter: ...
Nightingale: The hope for medical treatment. The delight of recovery. These things were needed in the world at the time. For that, I abandoned everything I had, but I have no regrets! ——So let me ask, king of savages. Is your rule truly necessary? What prospects for the future do you have? Where do you aim to be, after all is done?
Cú Alter: Who knows.
Nightingale: You have nothing. Your deeds are like severe burns. That's why——you and I are different. My blood boils, for the sake of dreams. Your blood has grown thick and cold, for the sake of ambition. That is your illness. Allow me to treat you, Cú Chulainn. Even if I die, I must treat you.
Cú Alter: ...You done talking? Your lecture was so crazy that I actually couldn't help but listen. Ill. Ill. Illness, huh? I see, I get it. Pretty fitting. I was used to things like curses and wounds, but—— I'd never actually suffered from illness before. This is what you'd call "seeing the light," iron woman. That must mean this overbearing sense of fatigue is an illness. If this body is healed, and this blood is purified, I might return to my senses. ——But that's not possible. I think you're well aware of that. You know, in this world there are incurable diseass that you can never recover from, right?
Nightingale: ——!
Cú Alter: Well then. Here I go!
Medb: ...Let's go, Cú! I'm Medb, queen of Connacht. I won't lose to people like you!
Rama: I am Rama, king of Kosala. This task was handed down to me, by those who have fallen. So long as you threaten to destroy this world—— my fighting spirit, my will shall never falter. In the name of my wife Sita, I swear by the name of the god I hold faith in. I shall smite thee as an iron hammer. Prepare yourself, Queen Medb!
[battle]
Rama: ——Right there! "Brahmastra!"
Mash: ...We did it...
Cú Alter: ...
Medb: Uh—— Ugh—— [collapse]
Cú Alter: ...Tch. You're in pretty bad shape, Medb.
Medb: Yes, Cú. I feel like I could die at any moment. But I fulfilled my role... I really, really did it. ...Will you praise me?
Cú Alter: ————————Yeah. You did pretty well. You defended your nation, as queen. You're a pretty capable woman, when you try.
Medb: ...I'm glad. That's all I wanted to hear. That was enough to save me. My wish came true. You've finally——become mine.
Ritsuka: What's this "role?" / What did you do?
Medb: Ahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Don't you know my name? I'm Medb! Queen Medb! Don't you know my greatest work, from my legend? The "Clan Calatin!" A group of warriors to defeat the peerless hero, Cú Chulainn!
Rama: So that's your trump card? Very well then, summon them!
Medb: ...Ahaha... That's wrong, so wrong. It's completely different from what you imagine! Completely, and totally wrong!
Nightingale: ... ...
Dr. Roman: ...Wait. Is that possible? Should it even be possible? A Heroic Spirit can't possibly come up with something that terrifying! I mean, is it even possible through Magecraft!? Queen Medb! This is something not even Solomon dared try!
Mash: Doctor!? Doctor, what exactly is happening!? There's nothing strange here———
Nightingale: The North Army!
Dr. Roman: That's right! THAT was summoned on them just now!
Ritsuka: Don't tell me that's... / A Demon God Pillar?
Dr. Roman: ...I've confirmed 28 Demon God Pillars at the northern front!
Mash: ...What?
Dr. Roman: To summon an entire pack of Demon God Pillars by shoving them into the framework of "Clan Calatin!" It's theoretically possible for a wielder of the Holy Grail. It's definitely possible... But a total of 28 of them!?
Rama: Is that really possible!?
Nightingale: Her wish must ahve been that powerful. More so than any other to date. ——If it was for that man. She would offer any sacrifice. Even her own life.
Mash: Doctor, the Servants on the northern front!
[northern front cutscene where Liz is the best and Robin Hood is also great]
Cú Alter: ...You leaving now?
Medb: Yes, I am. I entrust the Grail to you. Farewell, Cú Chulainn. May we meet again sometime, somewhere—— [she disappears]
Mash: ...Cú Chulainn. Are you——
Cú Alter: ——I've always been one to take the long road. I never had much luck with good women. It never lasted. But all the bad women flock to me. Medb was especially tenacious, more so than briar vines... ...Sheesh. The moment she becomes good, she disappears looking satisfied.
Rama: He seems a little different?
Mash: ...He's more like when we met in Fuyuki...
Dr. Roman: Just slightly, but the magical energy surrounding him has weakened. The era's ability to correct itself probably strengthened, because the one who wished Cú Chulainn into kingship vanished. It's basically like a 0% chance became 3%... But now there's a possibility! Listen, you have to defeat Cú Chulainn, before the northern front collapses! That's the last chance to repair this era!
Section 23
Cú Alter: ——Okay. Then let's get the killing started.
Rama: Mad King. ...Do you intend to hand over the Grail?
Cú Alter: Not at all. That was my geis. While Medb may have been a helplessly wicked woman—— She used a wish granter with the power to dominate an era without hesitation to seize just the heart of one man... Me.
Flashback: ——Very well, this is my wish: to make Cú Chulainn king. A wicked king, enough to rival even me.
Cú Alter: For her, I may have been a toy to discard when she got tired of me, but I should admire her spirit, at least. That's why I've abandoned all joy, and continue to fight. Now, and forever. Besides, all of you—— You've gotten in my way so many times until now. Do you think I'd just let you live? Come, brats. What happens when you pick fights with an Ulster warrior—— I'll teach you by tearing your bodies to pieces, and crushing your very bones!
[anyway Medb is dead at this point so just watch it if I want to see it]