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What should have been a normal day at Chaldea is turned on its head when several Servants decide to start gorging themselves on anyone they can find. Seeing this, but with all the other capable Masters away (hooray for alternate time lines), Da Vinci is left with no choice but to rely on a Master she really, really doesn’t want to.

First off I have to say I’m a touch ashamed I went over the word limit with this one. I really didn’t have a choice in the matter if I wanted everything to look as good as I could make it.

Second, I’m a little glad I got to write my disaster necromancer master for this. She’s just the worst I assure you, but you’ll find that out just by reading this.

All the characters presented in this story, sans horrible necromancer with the lead role, belong to Type-Moon. The previously mentioned necromancer belongs to me.

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