Fate/Fool Chapter 9 (Patreon)

The Mages Association was a scary as fuck place, and one of the most secure places in the entire world. This wasn't a surprise as the system and main superstructure even survived Goetia's bleaching of the human texture on the surface of the planet.

Like the Spiritual Evocation Department for example... Coming into it, I had to walk through a long tube that was made out of what looked like obsidian and I shivered at the sight before my covered Six Eyes.

As mirrored within the walls were countless even to my Six Eyes... A truly uncountable number of souls were bound within the tube of obsidian surrounding me. The obsidian itself acts as a massive filter for the necrotic energy and even fills the air with purified magical energy to enrich the air to enhance rituals and make Spiritual spells more powerful while in the area.

But I didn't want to know how many people died and had their souls sealed within this obsidian tube of a walkway... How many literal tens of thousands died and had their spirits turned into eternal batteries for this purgatory?

'To be a Magus is to walk with death.' I spoke to myself mentally as I shook aside my thoughts and kept a cold demeanor as I walked to the end of the tube and saw a homunculus at the end where I showed my membership token in the coin that Lord Bram Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri gave me.

Once I got into the Spiritual Evocation Department, it was just a matter of going to their particular library which would be more focused on their department's study and then from there it was just a matter of time as I looked for what I desired.

As the ritual, and magecraft needed to summon a Heroic Spirit, was a more modern piece of Magecraft in comparison to the Magecraft used more than two millennia ago. Hell, it was once upon a time, a rather popular form of study and method to defend one's self in summoning shades of less powerful but still useful figures of legend to guard one's home that was built onto a Leyline.

But most people couldn't support even a shade of a Servant these days. And even if they could, why would they? Most Magi, weren't involved in combat and were stuck in their libraries and laboratories trying to find immortality or the Root.

[Spirits of the Past, and the Past that binds you.] That was the book in which I found that which I desired.

A book in that ran off with the Matou's Servant Container system and then cracked it open and left its guts open to be both more unstable but possibly more powerful.

As this ritual, would instead of binding a Servant within a certain class, would summon a pure multifaceted shard of the Heroic Spirit itself instead of a clone which would have all the different potential Servant classes abilities at the cost of the servant being much more mana intensive.

The dumbass who made this ritual was a fan of King Arthur... Guess how he died as he tried to do this ritual? Yeah, he summoned the omega Saberface and instantly was sucked dry of all his mana as Artoria had way too many versions of herself.

As for me... I had the Six Eyes's so I was going to be able to perfectly control the amount of mana going to my Servant so I wouldn't be sucked dry by them. Unless... They wanted to kill me directly for having the temerity for summoning them.

But with the book in hand I went back to my apartment as before I ran off to America to go try to deal with the ghouls, missing people, and possibly even a Dead Apostle. I needed my own Servant to help me if something went fucking terribly wrong like meeting a greater Dead Apostle or something.

I may have been reincarnated but I didn't want to chance anything if I could help it.

So I studied the book hard, learning as much as I could... And quickly realized that it's 'simplicty' was due to it taking a metaphorical hammer to the Servant summoning ritual and smashing it flat until all its guts were a uniformly flat surface allowing all of the Servant's essence to fill out the wider area rather than a small cup.

'Now... I don't have a catalyst, nor do I know where to buy one, or what could actually be used for one.' I mused as I knew if I wanted to summon a specific Servant, I needed something that literally belonged to them or was tied very heavily to their legend.

Like to summon Heracles, I could have used stone from his temple to summon him as a Catalyst, but to summon Tamamo, I couldn't just any random fox tails or whatever... Maybe if I used nine fox tails it could work or it could literally summon Koyanskaya with all nine tails in her Beast form.

It was a fine line between summoning what you wanted... And a horror that if you were lucky, would simply kill you without torturing you with some terrible fate.

Hence I would be summoning without a catalyst besides my natural self.

Taking a breath, I flooded the ritual diagram with my prana, with it glowing with a soft blue and red glow. And once the diagram was saturated with mana, I began speaking with my voice taking on a deeper timber due to the amount of mana running through my body.

"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.
The ancestor is my great master Pential.
The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate."

The ritual's energy shifted as the mana began to take on a deeper stabilized form as the diagram through tendrils of my mana into the ether as invitations to become my Servant, to walk the mortal world once more.

"Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate." 

The next stanza had the tendrils reaching out into the Ether, make contact... And I could instantly feel the rejections of things as they didn't find my offer appealing, they didn't want to serve, they didn't like the feel of my very soul.

So many reasons to refuse and yet there were feelings of acceptance within them.

And as I left the tendrils out... I felt something grab hold, I felt it grab hold of my desire for a companion, someone I could trust, someone I could rely on in times of need.

And feeling the connection I finished the chant to give the connection its true form with my mana swiftly draining at a swift but controlled speed as the connection was given a flesh and blood body.

"Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.
From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!"

The form of light turned solid with blinding power and I felt the connection we shared become a soul-deep connection with the Servant drinking of my mana to sustain its existence and I shuddered as I felt it drain... A good deal a lot fucking more mana than I thought.

But as the light broke apart, my lips twitched as I realized why they were taking so much mana to make their body which held all their Noble Phantasm's tied to their legends.

I stared at their curvaceous form, with pink hair, and golden slightly slitted eyes staring upon my form in turn. And there was silence before I took a breath and introduced myself. "Hello, my name is Jake Bariss, I thank you for answering my summons." 

To say the least, I was surprised at seeing who I had summoned, and as she placed a hand over her chest my eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the... Nine fluffy tails undulating from behind her form as she spoke with a voice as smooth as velvet. "My master... I am Tamamo no Mae, the wife, the maid, the Beast, the summer disaster, the purity and so much more... Please treat me kindly." She finished by bowing her head demurely towards me in greetings.