Hint Of The Past

It was currently the day before departing for the next Singularity. The anticipation was high, making everyone take the time to let the true depth of the situation soak into their bones. Mars prepared a lot of rations ahead of time so when they were in the Singularity, Roman or Da Vinci could send them throughout their time in the Singularity.

Mars was in his brick gold room, which was previously a boring white decor. It was refreshing to wake up to see such a richly decorated room. Mars's desk had a gold mug, which looked exactly like the Holy Grail cup. On the walls were various Japanese-style paintings of dinosaurs. Mars never talked much about his love for Dinosaurs.

Ever since yesterday, Mars's eyes remained their bloodshot crimson, as if Gilgamesh wanted him to be prepared for whoever that was that minor vision. The lady said Gilles…was she talking about Gilles De Rais? The man became a vessel for madness and cruelty after the death of Jeanne D'Arc. Mars shook his head. Today was a day of relaxation.

"Little man."

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"EH?"

"Fufu~ Your awareness is lacking," The tease came from Medea who floating in a corner like some sleep paralysis demon.

"I'm not even going to ask how you got in my room."

"The door was open."

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"Oh…well, what is it you want?"

Medea's eyes were cloaked in her robe, which caused a nauseous feeling to anyone but Mars. His red eyes seemed to pierce through her robe. His lizard-like silts grew as he seemed to get visions of the Witch, her time of innocence, and her calling Circe Auntie.

"Those eyes of yours…I don't like them. Mystic eyes? No…it's something else," Medea seemed to trail off as she began to speculate the power behind Mars's eyes, forgetting his existence momentarily.

"Not that I don't mind a beautiful lady like yourself in my room…I don't think Atalanta will appreciate you being here."

"Master! I'm here too-" The door opened to reveal Atalanta, who was wearing formal clothing…which showed off her slender legs.

"Oh boy…"

"Medea. I hope you're not trying to kill my Master," Atalanta said more playfully than what Mars was used to.

"I wouldn't dare. He sleeps as if he's on cloud nine. With that carelessness, I'm surprised you're not sleeping in the same bed as him," Medea took off her hood, showing her face for the first time, getting Mars to furrow a brow at the decision.

"I wondered when you would take off that gloomy hood, Medea. Now…what are you doing in my Master's room?"

"I wanted to learn why he feels of divine origin. I'm sure you feel the slight pressure around him, Atalanta," Medea's iridescent blue eyes gazed at Atalanta, her eyes flickering with a child-like curiosity.

"I suppose so, but I'm sure it has to do with Gilgamesh."

"I'm not convinced. I, of all people, know that ever lingering aura of divinity," Medea laced with venom, so much that the air seemed to melt.

"Okay…let's not melt my room! Anyway, not that I don't mind two beautiful women talking about my origins, I have to get ready for the day," Mars, who was still wrapped in his blankets, interrupted the two former Argonauts.

"Well, you can get up, Master."

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"I'm in my boxers."

"Fufu~ I don't believe that's all there is to it."

Atalanta sighed and walked over to Mars, and without warning, she pulled him by his right ear and effortlessly pulled him out of bed.

"ACK! OW! HEY! STOP! MEDEA HELP!"

"Last I checked, my Master is little Fujimaru. Bye-bye~" The Witch floated out of the room gracefully, leaving Atalanta behind to torture Mars.

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After an hour, Mars was seen with Roman eating sandwiches. Mars's right ear was blistering red, and he wore a frown as he ate with a grumble.

"Trouble in paradise?"

Mars shot a look at Roman, who flinched. "I feel like I summoned a nanny."

"Can't be that bad?"

"She practically threw me out of bed by the ear! I thought she was going to shoot it like an arrow! I can still feel the pressure of her fingers on my earlobe!"

"Okay…I take it back. It is that bad! Well, look at it this way. You have a new Olga!" Mars groaned at that and continued to wallow in pain.

"Roman, I have a question."

"Eh? It sounds serious."

"It is. Medea was in my room-"

"Oh dear, I taught you better than that!" Once again, Mars deadpanned. "Sorry…but continue."

"She said she could feel a lingering aura of divinity within me…why?"

Roman was about to bite into his sandwich but stopped right before he could take a bite. "I'm sure it's because of Gilgamesh."

"Not from the way Medea was talking. It was like she saw me as a god or something. It doesn't help that anything before I joined Chaldea is seemingly shrouded in darkness. Like I have amnesia or something."

Roman blinked, and his eyes went downcast for a moment. The sandwich in his hands looked like it was about to be crushed from the pressure he was gripping it. He shook his head, and his eyes returned to their usual shine.

"Let's figure it out together if that's the case. We can always ask Medea for help. I'm sure she has some magecraft to help you remember your fractured memories."

"I…haven't thought of that," Mars wanted to question Roman more, considering he was his mentor in most things, but he knew the Doctor had his own problems…whatever they were.

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The group decided it was time to sleep as the day passed, and the night fell in. The Servants didn't necessarily need to sleep, but they indulged in it because why not?

Mars stood in his room, his lamplight shining bright and his gaze lingering on the palm of his hands. He now had a new dilemma on his hands.

<i>His past. </i>

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<i>OMAKE: Mars is a….Dad?</i>

<i>Mars walked down the halls of Chaldea. He was a little late for lunch, so he was going to prepare a feast for everyone. However, the smell of something burning entered his nostrils, and his nose seemed to scrunch as he could feel the pain of the food itself. </i>

<i>With his instincts running high, he rushed toward the kitchen and shot inside like a rocket. His eyes saw complete horror. The kitchen top was toppled with egg yolk, spilled milk, and powdered spices all over. The black smoke coming from the stove led to him meeting the one responsible.</i>

<i>It was Okitan, and…he didn't know why she was cooking.</i>

<i>"Oh…Master, welcome," She said with a bored tone, but her face lit up when Mars entered.</i>

<i>"Umm. Okitan…what're you doing?"</i>

<i>"I'm…cooking. Rengoku wanted food."</i>

<i>"I'm sure…he wanted me to cook," Mars deadpanned. He looked at the table to see Rengoku, who was wearing a black and orange coat with the hood down showing his face. He looked like the child of Okitan, even sharing her voice but..manlier. </i>

<i>"Wielder's Master is right. I didn't want you to cook," Rengoku expressed bitterly, but Okitan seemed unfazed. </i>

<i>"Let me cook. The kid wants me to make food," Mars didn't push Okitan away but kept her in the vicinity so she could learn. "And it's lunchtime. Why are you making breakfast?"</i>

<i>"Well, I wanted to impress Master as well…but it seems like I should leave the fatherly duties to you."</i>

<i>"Oh, okay…."</i>

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<i>"FATHERLY WHAT?"</i>

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<i>AN: Chapter and OMAKE done. So, now a subplot is happening, which is just a subplot and not anything of importance…yet. </i>

<i>In the next chapter, we finally hit Orleans, Thanks for actually reading these last few "slice of life" chapters. </i>

<i>As of this being uploaded, we've hit 500+ collections and 30 Power Stones…I can't express how much I appreciate the support. Once again, I never thought I'd continue this story past chapter 4, and ever since I started diving into Fate. I still lack knowledge about things, but I really like the characters more than anything. </i>

<i>Since it's Friday, I won't be uploading until Monday to rest my fingers and relax. So, thanks for the support this week. I hope to keep you guys entertained with the story. I'm open to any suggestions regarding the characters, Harem (since I'm going with the flow at this point.), and overall, just anything else. </i>

<i>Have a good weekend! </i>