Did you bring him

Sanson and Lancelot exchanged glances as they entered Jalter's castle, the air thick with tension. Jalter, adorned in her regal attire, stood before them, her expression unreadable.

"Did you do as ordered? Did you bring him—Ritsuka?" Jalter demanded, her voice sharp like the edge of a blade.

Sanson hesitated, the weight of failure heavy on his shoulders. "No, we failed," he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor.

At that, Jalter's expression hardened. "You had three jobs: burn the town, bring the kids, and Ritsuka Fujimaru to me. And yet, you come back empty-handed?"

Sanson's heart raced as he noticed Jalter's eyes briefly flicker to hearts at the mention of Ritsuka's name. It was a small crack in her usually cold demeanor, but he knew better than to take it lightly. "Um, no, my lord," he replied carefully, attempting to gauge her mood.

Jalter's face darkened, her eyes narrowing. "Be grateful that the children in the House of Flames are still awake right now," she warned, her voice low and dangerous, "or else this would be a whole different story. I'd have to consider summoning a new Assassin and Berserker to replace you."

Lancelot shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flitting between Jalter and Sanson. "We encountered unexpected resistance," he interjected, trying to smooth over the tension. "Ritsuka has powerful allies. We couldn't just charge in without a plan."

Jalter's expression remained icy, but she considered Lancelot's words. "So you're saying it was Ritsuka's friends who stopped you? What are their capabilities?"

Sanson cleared his throat, regaining some composure. "They have a formidable presence, especially the one named Kama. We underestimated their resolve."

"Underestimated?" Jalter's voice rose, sharp and piercing. "You two have proven to be more of a liability than an asset. If you wish to continue serving me, you better not fail again. The consequences could be dire."

"Yes, my lord," Lancelot replied, keeping his head bowed. "We will devise a better strategy next time."

Jalter's demeanor softened slightly, but the spark of frustration lingered. "I need Ritsuka alive, and I need those children to fuel my plans. Do whatever it takes to ensure success. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to find more competent hands for the task."

"Understood," Sanson said, nodding vigorously. "We'll find another way to draw Ritsuka out. He won't escape us forever."

Jalter's lips curled into a slight smirk, her dark aura receding just a fraction. "Good. I expect results soon. Dismissed."

As they turned to leave, Lancelot murmured to Sanson, "We can't let her down again. We need to come up with a solid plan."

Sanson nodded, determination igniting within him. "We'll figure something out. But first, we need to gather more intel on Ritsuka and his allies. They won't catch us off guard next time."

With that, the two exited the castle, a renewed sense of urgency guiding their steps. They would not fail again—not when their lives depended on it.

Jalter sat regally on her throne, her fingers drumming impatiently against the armrest. With a sudden burst of energy, she stood up and turned her gaze to Gilles de Rais. "If you want something done, I guess you have to do it yourself," she declared, her tone laced with a dangerous edge.

Gilles, standing a few paces away, regarded her with a mixture of admiration and concern. "But Jean thinks of it; we have a few towns to raid and children to… adopt," he said, choosing his words carefully to avoid the term 'kidnapped.' "You can't just go out there like this."

He paused, internal conflict evident in his expression. What Gilles would never say out loud was how unnerved he felt by Jalter's newfound obsession with Ritsuka Fujimaru. Sure, they had shared a kiss—an act that had seemingly transformed her. But the effects of the Holy Grail had twisted her affections into something darker, giving rise to a vengeful, possessive version of the original Jeanne d'Arc.

He had wished for a stronger, colder incarnation to serve his ambitions, but the price had been steep. Now, Jalter's fixation on Ritsuka was consuming her, and it was terrifying. The once-noble heroine was slowly morphing into a figure that sent chills down his spine, leaving him wary of her next move.

Jalter's eyes sparkled with an unsettling blend of intensity and determination. "Ritsuka is not just any opponent," she said, almost to herself, as if savoring the thought. "He's the key to my victory, and he must be brought to heel."

Gilles felt a knot form in his stomach. "But my lady," he started cautiously, "what if your obsession clouds your judgment? The towns we raid need to be taken carefully. We can't afford mistakes. Not now."

"Do you doubt my capabilities?" Jalter shot back, her voice rising slightly, filled with an edge of anger. "I am the rightful ruler of this land! I will not be outdone by some… mere Master!"

Gilles hesitated, sensing the shift in her demeanor. "It's not about doubting you, Jalter. It's about ensuring our plans succeed. If we're reckless, it could lead to disaster—not just for us but for everything we've worked toward."

Jalter's expression softened slightly, the flames of her rage flickering as she considered his words. "You're right, Gilles. I cannot let my feelings for Ritsuka overshadow my objectives. But the moment I find an opening…"

She paused, her voice dripping with venom. "He will regret crossing me. I will make him understand what true despair feels like."

Gilles nodded slowly, a mixture of relief and lingering apprehension flooding through him. "Then let's devise a plan, my lady. We'll find Ritsuka and eliminate any threats while securing the towns. But we must remain strategic."

"Very well," Jalter agreed, a predatory glint returning to her eyes. "But remember, the moment I see him, all bets are off. I will have him—body and soul."

As they began to discuss their next move, Gilles couldn't shake the feeling that they were treading on dangerous ground. Jalter was no longer just a servant of the Holy Grail; she was becoming something far more dangerous—an embodiment of vengeance wrapped in obsession.

Sanson walked the dimly lit halls of the castle, his boots echoing against the cold stone floor. His thoughts were preoccupied with the strange obsession Jalter seemed to have developed for Ritsuka Fujimaru. It was a curiosity that gnawed at him, making him pause every so often as he turned corners and glanced down narrow corridors.

What is it about this Ritsuka guy that has Jalter so… smitten? he wondered. I've seen countless heroes and villains, but none have had this kind of effect on her.

The more he thought about it, the more perplexing it became. Jalter, the fierce and proud Avenger of Jeanne d'Arc, a woman who had once been the symbol of righteous fury, now seemed to have a singular focus: Ritsuka.

Sanson scoffed inwardly, wondering what the appeal was. The man was strong, yes—he'd seen him fight, and there was no denying his impressive skills. But he was surrounded by powerful women, each one more captivating than the last. Sanson recalled the battle with Marie, Kama, and the rest of Ritsuka's entourage—strong, commanding women, each with their own allure, each more than capable of holding their ground. Was that part of the attraction?

He grimaced as jealousy began to creep into his thoughts. Here I am, a legendary executioner, a man of power and conviction, yet I can't help but envy this... boy... surrounded by such power. How did he manage it?

Sanson shook his head as he continued walking. It doesn't matter, he thought. I have my own mission to attend to. But that Ritsuka… he's something else entirely. No ordinary man can garner such a following. There must be more to him than meets the eye.

The castle around him seemed colder the longer he thought about it. His own doubts, frustrations, and even jealousy about Ritsuka's luck began to build.

How did a mere man manage to get that kind of attention? Sanson wondered, more confused than ever. Is it his strength? His charisma? Or is it something more… hidden beneath the surface?

As he turned a corner, his pace slowed. The walls of the castle seemed to close in around him, echoing the tangled thoughts in his head. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had just witnessed the start of something much larger than any of them had anticipated—something that might shift the balance of power in ways none of them could predict.

A small smirk tugged at his lips. I suppose I'll find out soon enough. But, for now, I'll keep my eyes on him. There's something about Ritsuka Fujimaru that makes even me question my role in all of this.

Back with Ritsuka and the group, Ritsuka ones again feels the chill but ignores it and then kama looked at him, they had made sure using Morgan magic to basically put defensive spell's on town to protect, as once again they were campaigning in the night

Kama just looked at Ritsuka before looking at Morgan. "Hey Morgan put some magical safety spells on Ritsuka"

Ritsuka looked at Kama. "I don't think I need kama".

Medusa then spoke. "I think it is great idea".

Ritsuka glanced at Medusa, surprised by her agreement with Kama. He was about to protest, but then he noticed the determined expressions on both Medusa and Morgan's faces. It seemed they weren't taking "no" for an answer.

Morgan smirked slightly, crossing her arms. "Even a hero needs protection sometimes, Ritsuka. And you may not realize it, but having a few extra layers of defense could save you from unpleasant surprises."

Kama nodded in agreement, her eyes playful but serious. "Exactly, darling. You have no idea how many people out there want to get their hands on you—for various reasons." She shot a mischievous look at him, but Ritsuka could sense the genuine concern underlying her words.

Sighing, he gave in. "Alright, alright. I'll let you put a few spells on me. Just don't make it too obvious, okay?"

Morgan held out her hand, a faint blue glow emanating from her palm as she began to weave the protective spells. "I'll keep it subtle. But rest assured, these will be more than enough to shield you from most physical and magical attacks."

As the protective magic surrounded him, Ritsuka felt a gentle warmth settle over his body, almost like an invisible armor. He could sense the careful precision in Morgan's spells, the way each layer wrapped around him with purpose.

Kama watched intently, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "There. Now, we can rest a bit easier, knowing you're better protected."

Medusa nodded approvingly. "You can't afford to be reckless, Ritsuka. You may be strong, but we all worry about you."

Touched by their concern, Ritsuka gave them a soft smile. "Thank you. I didn't think you'd all go to such lengths for my safety."

Kama raised an eyebrow, folding her arms with a smirk. "Of course, we would. You're our idiot, after all."

Morgan chuckled softly. "Indeed. Now, with the town under protection and you properly shielded, let's try to get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us."

The group settled back around the campfire, the warmth and security of their bonds comforting each of them as the stars glittered overhead.

Mash looker at Morgan. "Morgan are you sure that the spells you but on the town is enough".

Morgan looked at her and spoke. "Yes, I may be a Beserker, but my Mage craft is noting to scop at, the spells I put on the town is to make sure who ever attacks there soul is being sent to oblivion, even do a lot my magic was drained, but still no one but top Caster can take that spell down, and Gills is no top tear Caster servent"

Jeane then looked at Ritsuka. "Are the same spells on Ritsuka".

Marie feairng for her life moved a few inches away as she was clinging to Ritsuka. "Nope not risking it'

Morgan smirked, giving Jeanne a reassuring glance. "Ritsuka's protections are similar, but tailored to be less... intense. I don't think he'd appreciate his soul being 'sent to oblivion' if something went wrong." She paused, then added, "But rest assured, he's well-protected. No one will lay a hand on him without facing severe consequences."

Mash nodded, seeming slightly relieved, though still cautious. "I trust you, Morgan. Just wanted to be sure we've covered all bases."

Ritsuka, noticing Marie edging closer to him, chuckled. "Marie, I don't think you're in any danger from these spells. Morgan has it all under control."

Marie let out a sigh of relief but kept close, gripping his arm. "Well, better safe than sorry! Besides, who knows what kinds of scary magic we're up against here."

Kama gave an amused smile, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, Marie, you act like Ritsuka is some fragile porcelain doll. But…" She looked at him warmly. "It's nice to know we're all on the same page about protecting him."

Ritsuka sighed, a bit overwhelmed by all the extra precautions. "Alright, alright! I get it, everyone. I appreciate all of you looking out for me, really."

Jeanne smiled softly. "Good. Because you're important to us, Ritsuka. We can't afford to lose you."

They settled into a comfortable silence around the fire, each member of the group feeling the weight of their responsibilities and the depth of their camaraderie.

To be continued

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