Chapter 3

"That fucking bitch!" Hiasen was furious, more furious than that time he wanted to hunt down that fish bitch. That fish bitch almost drowned him with her innate mana of water. But this? THIS? His whole apartment building complex blew up after her reckless blasts trying to fight that cat archer.

He was furious, there she was, looking like a little bird in the sky. A bow made of dream mana formed as he loaded up a dream as he took aim before it pierced right and missed her. Ishtar was confused as a streak of blue covered her as it missed. All of a sudden she started falling.

"What?!"

She continued to try fly only to fail. When Hiasen launched the dream, it was loaded with the set rule of no flying. Ishtar could only continue falling as she hit the ground hard. Atalanta shivered as the dust from the impact was severed with a single clean strike. A man with black hair and molten gold eyes stared at her with malice. The mana flared off of him in waves as his dreams encroached into his mana. A scythe soon formed as a single word came out "Scram." Atalanta's animalistic instincts compelled her to run away. Unfortunately her pride as a hero refused.

Her bow raised as the arrow fired at speeds invisible to the naked human eye. In a split second Hiasen's Nine spread around as the arrow disappeared before reappearing as it shot towards her multiple times faster, this time that strange mana was imbued within it.

Atalanta fired another arrow after arrow as they simply disappeared the moment they left the bow. Hiasen felt a small tug as he realised a stray arrow had destroyed a memento of his father. Although not that important, it was still sentimental as it was from all the times that his father continued to protect him while he had erased his memories. Even when he didn't know his own father, he continued to watch over him.

Hiasen stared at his penguin themed slippers only to see a hole right in front. "I think I'll tame a cat today." Hiasen thought back to the time when his father deliberately forced the fish bitch to get caught. He even thought she was so supposed to swallow the bait. Hiasen shook his head as he spread his mana even further as she ran away.

"In my dreams no one can escape."

Atalanta ran to the edge of the boundary only to run into a solid object. She jumped back only to notice the very man she was running away from. Hiasen opened his mouth "I did summon a servant before, though I assume she's somewhere doing her best to win"

"I did not intend on even interfering with this farce. But that bitch blew up my apartment then you attack me. I did not need a servant, but I think house cat should be good for future endeavours."

The ethereal blue scythe appeared as he swung at her from afar. "You'll make a fine toy for my dreams. Come with me into my dreams." The flare of dream mana swallowed her as she appeared inside his dreams. In an instant her contract was erased, the next instant he announced "In my dreams, no one is allowed to leave until they surrender and serve."

Atalanta immediately knew she was screwed, no this was no magus. No this was something entirely. Hiasen walked towards her as he pressed her chest before pushing her away. Atalanta felt empty as her Hiasen faded away and darkness enveloped her.

To others, Atalanta was having a peaceful dream. However, she was having anything but that. Hiasen had used Silence, Atalanta could feel the empty vast space of Hiasen's dreams as her own illusions and fears created her own nightmare. A custom made nightmare realm made from her own fears and horrors from her own soul.

Safe to say that when used in a different way, it could be possible to invert a servant into their alter form. Though that was not what he was going for. Ishtar was trying to run away while being gunned down by multiple paper airplanes enforced with the rules from his dream and sent at supersonic speeds.

Multiple gashes of wounds appeared on Ishtar as she ran away with a tactical retreat. Her white hair and red eyes instinctively told him that it was simply a vessel made to hold Ishtar's spirit origin. How someone summoned her? He had no idea and could only attribute it to the messed up grail war.

"Hmm. Can't exactly have the perps running around can I?" Ishtar immediately found herself back in front of Hiasen. His hand grabbed onto her face as he raised her into the air. Her servant strength did nothing as his hand grasped firmly. Ever since his alter ego and him had recombined, he did feel a lot more like his father. Like father like son.

"I'll give you three seconds to decide. Either you come nicely with me, try to run away or scatter on concrete as stain."

"Now that I've given the instructions, I'll start counting."

Ishtar squirmed as she panicked.

"1"

"2"

Her panicking only increased as she screamed "I'll go with you!" Hiasen nodded "Good choice. Otherwise I would have chosen the third option for you." She soon vanished into his dreams to await interrogation. Hiasen smiled "I learnt from the best. Although lucky she didn't go for an option that wasn't listed."

Meanwhile Atalanta broke, she had been through so much. She couldn't take it anymore. The agonising fear of her own demons and her worst nightmares created infinitely within the space. She surrendered "I give up! Please! I give!"

Tears streamed as she watched herself tear into multiple children before finding herself in the perspective. She had no control as she committed atrocity after atrocity. She finally slumped as she froze. The silence faded away as Hiasen smiled "That wasn't so hard was it?" So comfortable and fluffy. He rubbed her ears with a content smile.

"By no means am I usually cruel. I gave you a chance to run. Instead you decide to attack and you blame me for trying to tame an unruly servant?"

"I must give you credit as these ears are truly soft and fluffy."

Atalanta weakly looked up as she noticed that the hair strands on his head had formed an intricate dancing flower.

"I shall use that white haired bitch for fishing!"

Thus Hiasen decided he would interrogate Ishtar in an unusual way passed down from father to son.