Mordred tossed the little, palm-sized device and caught it. Ever since the shrinking device had been perfected, it had been a hot commodity. There were just so many ways to use it, and so many people to use it on. But it had taken ages for her to acquire it, and now that she had it, there was just one thing she had in mind. She could barely contain her excitement as she approached Ritsuka’s door.The door in question was slightly ajar. That was an excellent sign. The Master had become quite

You are heading down the hallway of the headquarters. Your heart is still racing. The battle had been an intense one, but somehow, your side had prevailed. The commander had placed a great deal of responsibility in your hands. If you were honest with yourself, it was more than you ought to have been able to handle. But you remembered your training, and with a lot of skill and a little luck you pulled through.You had always been a skilled warrior, but until this moment, you’d never really s

Skadi stood statue-still in the hallway of the headquarters, just outside the quarters of her master. The most recent mission had been a trying one. It could easily have gone against them. But under the calm, insightful guidance of Ritsuka, they had prevailed. She narrowed her violet eyes, a match for both her glorious hair and elegant robes, and watched her Master approach.“Ah!” Ritsuka said, glancing up from her notes. “Skadi. You performed wonderfully. A credit to the force. Do you need

Mikoro slammed her door and stomped into her room. This had simply not been her day. The weather was foul, raining out a number of outdoor drills and maneuvers she’d had planned. She’d knocked her favorite vase from the shelf and broken it. Everything she’d tried had gone wrong. Her cute little kitty ears were flat against her head. She flopped onto her bed and buried her head in her pillow.“I’m a screwup. Why can’t I do anything right,” she moaned.There were a

Ritsuka was enjoying a rare bit of leisure time. There were a dozen ways she could easily wile away the hours, but for some reason on this particular afternoon she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to do. Until her muse struck her, she decided to take a walk and enjoy the scenery of Chaldea.Almost too quickly, she came upon something that was sure to give her an adequate distraction.“Well, what have we here?” Ritsuka said. A large poster had been affixed to a wall. It was a bit ex

Jeanne Alter stalked through the halls of the headquarters. Her expression was sour and vindictive, though few saw her in any other way. In the absence of any worthwhile battle, she was at a loss for something worthy of her time.
Times like these weren’t rare, of course. But the others usually found ways to occupy themselves. They enjoyed themselves, found comradery. That was simply not an option for her. None would dare associate themselves with a dark witch such as herself. And if they

Ritsuka marched excitedly through the halls, Mash in tow.“Did you see Atalanta on the battlefield? I’ve always had the greatest of confidence in the capacity of my warriors, but she truly went above and beyond.”“She is a fiercely dedicated warrior, Master.”“You know something? Of late I’ve been increasingly aware of the tremendous role that relaxation and morale have in a warrior’s performance.”“There has been a great deal of novel forms of rest and relaxation in

Da Vinci strutted down the hallway, a smile curling her lips as she imagined the inevitable praise she would receive from her Master. The freshly crafted device felt heavy in her hand. A palm-sized bit of wood and brass, it would take a mind to rival her own to imagine the brilliant workings within. And, of course, no mind was her equal.She approached her master’s door and knocked.“One moment,” called Ritsuka from within.“At your leisure, Master,” Da Vinci assured.She straightened

Artoria
marched through the halls. She was growing restless. It had been too
long since she’d seen a proper battle. Times like this always wore
on her. A lifetime of heeding the call of battle and pursuing a grand
and glorious quest had sapped her patience for the quiet moments.
Other servants seemed to thrive at times like this. Everyone had
heard of the “fun” that had been had between the Master and some
of her favorites. Even some of the servants seemed to be pairing up
for some intimac

Mikoro
paced the halls of the facility. She flicked a kitty ear at the
echoing clack of her black shoes and mentally checked off the
servants who needed checking on. She was extremely sensitive to the
sort of tension and stress that might make the warriors under her
command less effective, and it was her duty to make sure it didn’t
get out of hand. Of equal importance was the simple fact that these
were people she cared for, and she wanted to make sure they were
healthy and happy.
She
curled a

Mash
marched back and forth in her room, shifting her equipment and trying
to gather the courage to do what she had in mind. Ever since her
lesson with Scathach, she’d been formulating it.
“I
have done my Senpai proud,” she muttered to herself. “A good
performance calls for a proper reward.”
She
took a breath. “I will like it. The Senpai will like it. All I have
to do is ask her.”
She
rummaged among her equipment and turned up Da Vinci’s shrinking
device. Feeling it in her hand b

Ritsuka
blinked blearily into the darkness. The weight of being a commander
was beginning to get to her. So far the many battles had yet to hand
her a decisive defeat, but that was only through the sheer volume of
planning and precision of execution. It left her exhausted. And
worse, it heaped so much stress onto her mind that despite her
weariness, sleep simply wouldn’t come.
As
her mind swept into ever tighter circles, she started to wonder why,
just a few weeks ago, she distinctly remembere

Mash
marched back and forth in the halls. She was a warrior. She’d faced
countless battles in service of Ritsuka. Even now her dark armor
jangled and her massive shield clacked against the floor. But to look
upon her face now, you would think she was approaching a foe far
greater than any she’d faced before. But she was among the other
servants. Servants at least superficially
like her. But the woman waiting behind this door? She was no average
servant. And that was precisely why she was ste

Tamamo
eagerly bobbed on her toes, hidden just out of sight in the hallway
outside Ritsuka’s office. She was a shrine maiden, and shared a few
features with her foxy patrons. Her enormous, fluffy tail flicked
side to side in anticipation. She checked that the ribbon holding her
pink hair into its pig tails was just right, and gave her foxy ear an
absent-minded scratch. If this was going to work, everything was
going to have to be perfect. What Raikou had done suggested a door
was open with the

Ritsuka
sat wearily at her desk, eyes upon her work. The battles were
relentless, but what had been wearing upon her were the times
between. Even when things were calm, there was always the planning,
always learning from the last battle and preparing for the next.
When
she caught herself dozing off, she shook her head a bit, flourishing
her vibrant red hair, and stood.
“Just
a short break,” she promised herself aloud. “Just a few minutes
to gather my wits.”
She
paced the room, trying to