How I Saved History (Fate/Grand Order SI)

[nick012000]

They did, in fact, forget the Grail.

Which means that their first stop on the gotta-secure-'em-all train is going to be really embarrassing.

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Wouldn't whoever is running mission control in Chaldea notice that they just returned from closing the Singularity, but it's still there, trucking along without a care in the world?

Looking forward to seeing Flynn deal with the Fate/Zero and Prillya Singularities, though.

 

[Charles Flynn]

The grand quest to gather up Grails has a… less than auspicious beginning.

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"So," Ozymandias says with a chuckle as my Servants and I all come to stand before him. "The prodigal Master returns."

Right then. Egoistical God-Emperor to deal with, which means that it's flattery time.

"Oh glorious Ozymandias, your divine majesty eclipses all the world. Your will wins the waters, your generosity gives us grain. Truly, Your Majesty, your most humble of servants is pleased beyond what words can express to have been granted the unspeakable boon of your existence, much less the indescribable glory that is to stand before you. He, however, must reluctantly ask a further boon of you. Not for his sake, but for the sake of all mankind, of all who are your subjects. He must ask that-"

"Enough."

I stop my speech in its tracks, keeping my head respectfully bowed.

'Wow.' Galahad whistles appreciatively over the mental link. 'Just when I thought I knew how absolutely shameless you could be, you hit an entirely new low. That's almost impressive.'

'I swore that I'd sacrifice anything if it meant saving humanity, Galahad. My dignity is far from the most important thing I've discarded.'

"I see why you like him, Nitocris," the Pharaoh says, laughing appreciatively. "The man certainly has a clever tongue."

"I- I simply granted unto him the benevolence of a pharaoh!"

"Certainly," Ozymandias says, impeccably deadpan. "All the same, I find myself offended, oh Master of Chaldea. You have partaken of my hospitality, and yet, the moment you heard of Jerusalem's fate, you departed in a rush, not even bothering to thank me in person." I'm suddenly acutely aware of the fact that we're inside his Noble Phantasm, where most of my servants won't be able to fight at full power. "Furthermore, when you gathered your forces to go after the Lion King, you did not even think of me, either to consider me an enemy or to try to recruit me as an ally. Indeed, I feared that you had entirely forgotten about me."

"Lord Pharaoh, nothing could be further from the truth." A lot of things could be further from the truth, considering that I actually did forget about him. Still, got to sell the lie. "For the first, how could I ever consider you an enemy? You are the just and merciful pharaoh, from whom all earthly goodness and justice is derived. You exist, and have walked among us, and no greater proof of your selflessness could ever be found. And as for why I did not seek you as an ally, I did not wish to trouble you petty concerns. What can be handled by men should be handled by men, without troubling your august self."

He raises an eyebrow. "I don't think I much like you, Master of Chaldea."

Dammit. "That is, of course, your right."

"And there it is." He shakes his head. "You've cast away your pride. You've cast away your morals. You lie and use those around you without a shred of shame, letting others do your work for you. And to top it all off, you lack pride! I cannot understand you, Master of Chaldea. I may follow you someday, since your cause is just, but I doubt that I will ever understand you."

That hurts. It really does. And I did have the off moment of pride, when I was younger, but… That died. It died in the Grand Order. It died one piece at a time, surrounded by people better than I ever could be, forced to make choices that no good man would make. There is nothing admirable about me anymore. Nothing to be proud of.

"Pride, Lord Pharaoh, is the domain of better men than me."

"And again you prove my point," Ozymandias says, looking almost sad at the fact. "But very well. I will permit you to take the Grail, if you, and only you, perform a task for me. No help from your Servants."

Right. That'll be hard, but I can do that. "Very well. Name your task."

"I want you to pluck for me the feather of a griffon."

Oh. Shit.

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I return five hours later, with a gash on my shoulder, and a foul mood gripping my heart. My Servants are still restrained,

"Lord Pharaoh. I have done as you asked." I present the feather with as much ceremony as I can muster.

"Excellent! And how, may I ask, did you come by it?"

"I found the nest of a griffin." Nitocris gave me directions, but I'm not going to rat her out. "The mother was absent, having been forced to leave her eggs momentarily unguarded so she could hunt for food. I then seized two of her eggs, drew my knife and established a hostage situation. I was forced to kill one of the eggs to make a point, but, fortunately, that was the full extent of the killing required. Then, I traded the egg's safety for one of its mother's feathers. I held on to the egg as I retreated, of course, it was the only thing keeping its mother from killing me. Then, when I came within the final stretch of the palace, I tossed the egg into a ravine, forcing its mother to dive and save it, while I retreated to the palace as swiftly as I possibly could."

Ozymandias has stopped laughing. "Disappointing. You really are a dishonorable coward through and through, I suppose."

"Oh. Really."

"I had aimed to have you face the griffin, or perhaps take the feather by stealth and nimbleness. Perhaps you could have even befriended a griffon. But instead you chose the path of treachery and manipulation." He sighs, and it's the most condescending fucking thing I've ever heard. "But, all the same, you've fulfilled my terms. Congratulations. You're free to go, and you may take the Grail with you."

I should calm down. I should just take the Grail and go. I should do a lot of things, but instead I step up to the most powerful man in Egypt and speak my mind.

"Oh, so I'm a dishonorable coward, am I?" I practically snarl the words out. "I don't meet your standards, do I? Well, you know what, FUCK YOU! I'm not some fucking king, or any other kind of Heroic Spirit, and I'm not STUPID ENOUGH TO FORGET THAT! I'm dishonorable, am I? May I ask why? Is it because I actually take every opportunity, pull out every stop, in order to ensure that I win, instead of just charging into battle trusting in my own invincibility and indefatigable tactical mastery? Because I've got news for you, Ramesses! Every time you went into battle doing that? The other guy was doing the exact same thing. And it DIDN'T WORK OUT FOR HIM, NOW DID IT?" I'm up in his face, now, and I know he's going to kill me. I don't care, though. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of them judging me. I'm sick of them all looking down on me because I'm not some idiot warrior king, tossing himself out onto the front lines. I'm sick of them looking down on me. I know that I'm a worthless nobody, and I know that I've discarded every ideal I ever had. AND I'M SICK OF IT! I'M SICK OF THESE MURDERERS, WHO'VE KILLED MORE PEOPLE THAN I COULD EVER EVEN DREAM OF KILLING, LOOKING DOWN ON ME FOR NOT MURDERING IN ACCORDANCE WITH PROTOCOL! "YOU WANT ME TO SAVE HISTORY, and THEN YOU LOOK DOWN ON ME BECAUSE I DIDN'T DO IT THE WAY YOU WANTED? GO FUCK YOURSELF! IF YOU WANT TO LOOK FOR A FUCKING HYPOCRITE, LOOK AT THE JACKASS WHO WANTS ME TO SAVE THE WORLD, AND THEN GIVES ME SHIT FOR USING THE ONLY TOOLS I FUCKING HAVE!"

And then I'm done. Everyone's staring at me, as I stand inches away from Ozymandias, waiting for death, all because I couldn't control my fucking temper.

And then Ozymandias starts laughing his head off, leaving me staring at him in confusion.

"By Ra!" he crows, wheezing with laughter. "The boy has a spine after all! And here I was beginning to lose hope!"

"Indeed, Pharaoh Ozymandias," Nitocris says, smiling slightly.

"Take your Grail, Master of Chaldea! Take it and allow nothing to stop you from saving humanity! Your Pharaoh commands it!"

I comply, still not entirely sure what the fuck just happened.

Nitocris escorts us out of the temple, all to the sound of Ozymandias' gales of laughter.

"Pharaoh Nitocris, may this humble one ask what just happened?"

"The Pharaoh Ozymandias wished to test you. He wanted to see if you had some measure of steel in you. Some measure of pride. So he decided to push you, and see what lay at your core."

"I see."

"And… Master of Chaldea?"

"Yes, Divine Pharaoh?"

"What you said about having to resort to dishonorable means, because they're all that you've got?" she gives me a small smile. "I just wanted to make sure you knew that I understand."

"You do?"

"When I had to avenge my brother, I couldn't go about it with strength of arms. I had to use every bit of guile I possessed. I had to use poison, and witchcraft, and treachery, all because it was all I had. And even though everyone agreed that it had to be done, they called me dishonorable for doing what they were afraid to, the only way that I could." She looks me dead in the eye. "So, um… this is embarrassing, but I just wanted you to know that I understand. And I don't think you're dishonorable, or a coward, or anything like that."

I smile, as the Rayshift begins to carry me away.

I suppose it's a relief, in the end, to be reminded that somewhere, in all corners of the Throne, I have kindred spirits.

 

[HelloThereItsMeGeralt]

Beautiful...


And there goes Grand Avenger.

 

[Darko]

For some reason when Ozy and Charlie were talking about their meeting, or lack of one, I got the image of a guy and someone they had a one night stand with talking about it and the guy not remembering anything about it.

Don't know why, but I did.

Nice to see Charlie stand up for himself, even if the guy he was standing up to could kill him with less than a thought.

 

[EVA-Saiyajin]

Damn that was satisfying. I'm glad that he finally let loose. This will hopefully be a wake up call for everyone, one sorely needed before Babylonia.

It occurs to me that part of this may have been caused by losing one of the oldest and most reliable Servants who, more than any other, never judged him for his methods. Cursed Arm.

 

[Charles Flynn]

Damn that was satisfying. I'm glad that he finally let loose. This will hopefully be a wake up call for everyone, one sorely needed before Babylonia.

It occurs to me that part of this may have been caused by losing one of the oldest and most reliable Servants who, more than any other, never judged him for his methods. Cursed Arm.

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Cursed Arm is still around, actually. Servants can be resummoned, which is why he tends to be a little less cautious with their lives. Unlike him, they're functionally immortal as long as Chaldea's still running.

 

[EVA-Saiyajin]

Ah.

Well, regardless, this is something a long time coming. Even Heroic Spirits aren't immune to self-reflection.

And I really liked that showing of Ramesses.

 

[HelloThereItsMeGeralt]

Nice to see Charlie stand up for himself, even if the guy he was standing up to could kill him with less than a thought.

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This matters most, as at this stage standing upto those incapable to do so means nothing.

 

[EVA-Saiyajin]

It's more that thanks to the Armor of Fafnir, it's functionally impossible for Mordred to hurt him. Beyond that, Siegfried is just flat out a better swordsman, and has the advantage of reach and superior strength. Mordred was screwed from the start.

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Not denying these advantages but wouldn't Mordred be able to at least be functionally able to harm Siegfried with Prana Burst? Wouldn't mean he'd win, just that Siegfried would have to account for the ability to be scratched by him.

And while Siegfried is undeniably a superior swordsman, Mordred makes up for it with supernatural Instinct. Mind, I can easily be convinced such an outcome was set, I'm mostly curious as to your response.

I need to find my copy of Apocrypha because I can't trust the anime at all as far as canonicity. See if Mordred was empowered by a Command Seal as the anime had it.

Edit:

Here, Sieg did have skill.

Saber of Black's slash had been quite skillful and clever. It was an attack that hadn't simply relied on power like Berserker's had, but instead efficiently destroyed a person's body without any emotion at all. And the way he had flicked away her weapon as a lead up to his attack was also excellent. In other words, he wasn't simply wearing the shell of Saber of Black. It was obvious that he had inherited even the hero's abundant accumulated battle experience. The exceptional battle sense that Servants possessed—especially those of the most powerful Saber class—this homunculus did indeed possess it!

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[EVA-Saiyajin]

Ah, I may have been wrong Charles Flynn

It's not so much that her Instinct would have closed the gap in skill, so much as it was what let her take her reckless style and make it into something deadlier than the sum of the whole.

As he exchanged blows with her, Rider of Black understood. Her sword skills possessed the conflicted yet perfect balance between the ferocity of a Berserker and the skill of a Saber. To use a comparison, take a ferocious wild monkey. Say it was taught to fight to receive food and pitted against thousands of 'enemies'. Of course, it didn't have the intelligence to learn fighting techniques. But, if instinct trained it, numerous battles sharpened its mind, and the reward for doing so satisfied it… Then what was produced in the end was an ultimate monster that had mastered not fighting techniques, but 'something else'. Saber of Red's sword skills were extremely close to that. It was a sword technique that was produced only by those who continued fighting, fighting and killing, throwing away things like etiquette and chivalry and fighting only for the sake of survival and slaughter. No one but her could master this technique, and no one but her was compatible with the logic behind it. It was the technique of a lion, created and mastered by Mordred alone.

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[Charles Flynn]

Not denying these advantages but wouldn't Mordred be able to at least be functionally able to harm Siegfried with Prana Burst? Wouldn't mean he'd win, just that Siegfried would have to account for the ability to be scratched by him.

And while Siegfried is undeniably a superior swordsman, Mordred makes up for it with supernatural Instinct. Mind, I can easily be convinced such an outcome was set, I'm mostly curious as to your response.

I need to find my copy of Apocrypha because I can't trust the anime at all as far as canonicity. See if Mordred was empowered by a Command Seal as the anime had it.

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True, Mordred has both Instinct and Prana Burst, and together they could theoretically allow the Knight of Treachery to do a little damage. Unfortunately, both of those traits, much like with his/her "father" are derived from his/her draconic nature. Against Siegfried, this was a crippling disadvantage, since Mordred fights like a dragon. Thus, thanks to his long experience with fighting dragons, Siegfried was controlling the flow of their duel, simply by dint of being able to read his opponent like an open book.

 

[EVA-Saiyajin]

True, Mordred has both Instinct and Prana Burst, and together they could theoretically allow the Knight of Treachery to do a little damage. Unfortunately, both of those traits, much like with his/her "father" are derived from his/her draconic nature. Against Siegfried, this was a crippling disadvantage, since Mordred fights like a dragon. Thus, thanks to his long experience with fighting dragons, Siegfried was controlling the flow of their duel, simply by dint of being able to read his opponent like an open book.

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Is he known for fighting more than Fafnir?

 

[Charles Flynn]

Is he known for fighting more than Fafnir?

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Unknown. His epic, unlike Sigurd's, starts post-dragonslaying, and instead focuses entirely on the stupid love triangle that made the second half of the Saga of the Volsungs a total slog. Thus, we don't know his precise dragonslaying history, or how his fight with Fafnir went down. Fate seems to propose that he actually dueled Fafnir in a fair fight, instead of going for the cheap belly shot like Sigurd, and moreover, that he fought off an entire draconic outbreak.

 

[Delta Green]

Unknown. His epic, unlike Sigurd's, starts post-dragonslaying, and instead focuses entirely on the stupid love triangle that made the second half of the Saga of the Volsungs a total slog. Thus, we don't know his precise dragonslaying history, or how his fight with Fafnir went down. Fate seems to propose that he actually dueled Fafnir in a fair fight, instead of going for the cheap belly shot like Sigurd, and moreover, that he fought off an entire draconic outbreak.

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Because Siegfried, when asked to fight off the ENTIRE FUCKING OUTBREAK, just went... "Alright." and "Sorry it took so long."

Git Gud Sigurd.

Also, looks like the ChocoBunny Pharaoh is on Charlie's side.

 

[Deep_Blue]

I read this entire thing in one day. So like it was pretty okay at first but like the main character is actually developing a personality and your writing skills actually are improving a lot

 

[Charles Flynn]

I read this entire thing in one day. So like it was pretty okay at first but like the main character is actually developing a personality and your writing skills actually are improving a lot

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Thank you. I'm glad to see that people think I've improved.

 

[Charles Flynn]

Of course, not all the Grail retrievals go so smoothly.

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"So, Sinfjotli, Brynnhildr, the rest of your team is inside?"

My guides both nod, so I open the door to the bar.

And then immediately close it.

Nope.

"Flynn? Is that you?" Attila shouts from inside. "Come, join us!"

"Yes!" Duryodhana bellows. "We need someone to judge our arm-wrestling competition!"

Nope.

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"So," the towering, muscular oni begins, his rumbling voice echoing throughout the cave. "You're the Master of Chaldea! How splendid! After all, you look good enough to eat."

"Shuten-Douji," I say with a nod of acknowledgement. "May I ask, before you eat me, that you wait until tomorrow? My faith prohibits being cannibalized on holy days, and this is one of the big ones. I really don't want to end up in hell over some minor infraction, you know?"

Okay, not my best material, but I'm not really doing so well at the moment. It's fine, though. All I have to do is wait for Kintoki to get here, and then-

"Now that's just stupid. What are you trying to do, buy yourself some time?" Shuten rises, looking me over more carefully. "So, who are you waiting for? What rescuer are you hoping will spring up and-"

"GOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLDDDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNN!" Kintoki roars off in the distance, freezing Shuten in his tracks.

"Boss!" one of the lesser oni shouts, running in from the front of the cave. "Golden Boy's here!"

"WHAT?" Shuten-Douji yelps, all plans of eating me suddenly forgotten. "But- But I'm not ready for him! Damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN! Alright, fine. You lot go up and delay him, while I prepare to face him myself!"

The grunts all rush out, and Shuten ducks into another antechamber out of my line of sight, no doubt to secure his arms and armor for his fight against Kintoki.

'Galahad, how're things going on your end?'

'We're making good time, Flynn. Your idea on how to find Shuten's lair definitely worked.'

Having Yan Qing disguise himself as an oni, pretend to take me captive, and then trick an oni patrol into leading us to their hideout was a solid plan. Now, all I have to do is wait for my Servants and allies to dispose of Shuten, and-

My train of thought is interrupted when a well-figured young lady with oni horns steps out of the antechamber Shuten went into and fixes me with a glare.

"You. Human. How do I look?"

"Umm... good?" Seriously, what the hell is going on here?

"Good enough for Kintoki?" the woman, who can't possibly be who I think she is, asks.

"Yes. Definitely."

"Oh, thank the kami!" she says with a relieved smile. "I was a little worried that the dress might be a bit too much, but, if you're sure, then I'm definitely going with it! Anyways, there's a spice rack in the back of the cave, so please sprinkle a little paprika onto your clothing before I get back. It really sets off the flavor of humans."

And then she sashays on out, humming cheerfully to herself.

No. No way.

'Flynn? You still there?'

'Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just... Oni are weird.'

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The Fuyuki Grail stands before us.

This Grail War was a veritable odyssey. Identifying the Servants was easy enough, but the Masters were a much more difficult task. As was piecing together the situation, and what the hell that weird Assassin in red was up to. But now, we're on the home stretch. The King of Conquerors has fallen, as have Diarmuid, Bluebeard, Hundred Face, and Artoria. Gilgamesh was... well, bribing him into helping us win the Grail was difficult. Very difficult.

But in the end, he decided to help, in exchange for us killing his old Master. Apparently our cause was amusing enough to merit his aid.

And now, we stand at the final hurdle. The Grail is within our reach! Only Lancelot stands against us, commanded by a withered shell of an old man, who I swear looks uncannily familiar.

"Now! Now, the Holy Grail War finally reaches its completion, outsider, and there is nothing you can do to stop it!"

"Well, yes, that's kind of obvious." The damn thing is spurting black tar, for some reason, and Gilgamesh mentioned something about it being infected by the Zoroastrian answer to Satan, so, honestly, I'm probably not going to take it back with me to Chaldea. But by that same token... I can't let this Zouken guy win it.

"Yes, finally!" he laughs with a sort of twisted, perverse joy. "The Makiri's dream will be fulfilled!"

Wait, hold the fucking phone. "Makiri? As in... Zolgen Makiri?"

"Yes, once I was Zolgen Makiri, so very long ago." He stares off into the distance, lost in the memories. "So long ago..."

"OH MY GOD!" This is the best day ever! "YOU'RE THE PANDA GUY!"

He's jolted out of his reverie with a look of absolute horror on his face. "W-What? No! I don't know where you heard that name, but I am most certainly not-"

"Mongrel, what are you referring to?" Gilgamesh asks, in between chucking swords at Emolot like there's no tomorrow.

"Oh, you're going to love this one, King Gilgamesh. See, this dumbass used to be part of the Clocktower's Cryptozoology department. Then, he blew his entire budget-"

"SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!"

"-because he thought that pandas were a type of unicorn."

Gilgamesh breaks out laughing, even as he forces Lancelot to stay at range. "Truly, a clown without equal!"

"I know, right? I mean, when I first got to this parallel timeline, I could barely believe that they'd run this whole Grail War three whole times, and still nobody had managed to win. But now that I know he's involved, it make perfect sense!"

"If I was in Uruk, I would name this man my court jester! No man would be more fitting for the role than this bungler!"

"True, milord! Indeed, we-" "CALADBOLG!" Fergus, having taken advantage of the distraction I provided, ambushes Zouken from behind, disintegrating him as he drives his spiral sword into the decrepit old man's back.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRTTHHHUUUURRRRRRR!" Lancelot roars, suddenly beginning to fade. Gilgamesh turns him into a human pincushion in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, just shut up, thief. Your inane, endless repetition grows dull."

"Well said, King Gilgamesh. I think the screaming was really starting to get on everybody's nerves."

And then, of course, the grail fires up in earnest.

"MAKE YOUR WISH."

Hm. Definitely not bringing this one back to Chaldea. Of course, there's also absolutely no way in Hell that I'm going to leave this thing primed. That would just be an unabashed disaster in the making.

"I wish that, in the Tohsaka Manor's backyard, there was a swimming pool, thirty feet in length, twenty in width, and ten in depth, filled entirely with lemonade."

"WHAT?"

Gilgamesh, for his part, is laughing like a madman, while Galahad just facepalms.

"You said to state my wish, so I did!" I insist, barely keeping a straight face. "So, lemonade swimming pool. Hop to it, Lucifer."

"FINE."

Okay, note to self, he definitely poisoned the lemonade.

All the same, we Rayshift out once Gilgamesh finishes incarnating himself.

Maybe we didn't get the Grail, or save anyone, but I made a lemonade swimming pool. That's a net win no matter how you slice it.

 

[EVA-Saiyajin]

Huh...I was expecting more introspection and self-reflection and recrimination between the teams after his outburst. Entertaining but sad.

 

[Silver W. King]

"I wish that, in the Tohsaka Manor's backyard, there was a swimming pool, thirty feet in length, twenty in width, and ten in depth, filled entirely with lemonade."

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That's actually a pretty good way to use up a wish, in a way that even if it's monkey paw'd it still would only cause minimal damage. Unless the lemonade had some weird shit in it, that made anyone who drinks it a lemon zombie or something.

 

[EVA-Saiyajin]

My train of thought is interrupted when a well-figured young lady with oni horns steps out of the antechamber Shuten went into and fixes me with a glare.

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You tricked us all good. I was like "ah, the more historically "accurate" one.

 

[Charles Flynn]

Huh...I was expecting more introspection and self-reflection and recrimination between the teams after his outburst. Entertaining but sad.

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Ultimately, the difficulties between him and the heroes serves alongside are frequently inherent moral conflicts, or inherent conflicts of personality, brought on by how different his ethics and behaviors are from the standards of their own times.

That's not going to go away. However, they will most likely be less openly judgmental, and they'll keep their opinions more to themselves. And, of course, now Flynn is more aware that not all Heroic Spirits share a negative opinion of him. In fact a lot of the ones that dislike his lack of moral standards still respect him, simply because it's clear for all to see that he takes his duties as Master of Chaldea seriously, and wants to stop the Incineration as much as anyone else.

 

[Charles Flynn]

You tricked us all good. I was like "ah, the more historically "accurate" one.

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It's a bit of both, really. After all, oni are shapeshifters. For them, gender is entirely a matter of preference.

 

[EVA-Saiyajin]

Ultimately, the difficulties between him and the heroes serves alongside are frequently inherent moral conflicts, or inherent conflicts of personality, brought on by how different his ethics and behaviors are from the standards of their own times.

That's not going to go away. However, they will most likely be less openly judgmental, and they'll keep their opinions more to themselves. And, of course, now Flynn is more aware that not all Heroic Spirits share a negative opinion of him. In fact a lot of the ones that dislike his lack of moral standards still respect him, simply because it's clear for all to see that he takes his duties as Master of Chaldea seriously, and wants to stop the Incineration as much as anyone else.

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And the staff at Chaldea who observe through him?

Gilgamesh breaks out laughing, even as he forces Lancelot to stay at range. "Truly, a clown without equal!"

"I know, right? I mean, when I first got to this parallel timeline, I could barely believe that they'd run this whole Grail War three whole times, and still nobody had managed to win. But now that I know he's involved, it make perfect sense!"

"Truly, if I was in Uruk, I would name this man my court jester! Truly, no man would be more fitting for the role than this bungler!"

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Maybe one "truly" too many.

 

[Charles Flynn]

And the staff at Chaldea who observe through him?


Maybe one "truly" too many.

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Chaldea's staff, on the other hand, fear him. Sure, they acknowledge that his methods work, but that doesn't mean that they want to be anywhere near him.

The fact that, as Galahad has noted, Flynn's "I'm faking because I'm uncomfortable" smile is identical to his "I'm about to have Cursed Arm rip your heart out mid-conversation" smile has not done him any favors. Particularly because he's not entirely comfortable talking to his co-workers, and tend to try smiling at them to ease the tension.

 

[Darko]

So let me get this straight.

You added Attila and Duryodhana in this chapter, but didn't do anything more with them...

....

You bastard.

The panda thing redeems you, but only a bit.

 

[Darko]

That's actually a pretty good way to use up a wish, in a way that even if it's monkey paw'd it still would only cause minimal damage. Unless the lemonade had some weird shit in it, that made anyone who drinks it a lemon zombie or something.

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Or it summons the legions of Hell with its sinfully delicious taste.

Now we wait for Angra to be summoned and him calling Charlie the Lemonade Guy.

 

[EVA-Saiyajin]

Chaldea's staff, on the other hand, fear him. Sure, they acknowledge that his methods work, but that doesn't mean that they want to be anywhere near him.

The fact that, as Galahad has noted, Flynn's "I'm faking because I'm uncomfortable" smile is identical to his "I'm about to have Cursed Arm rip your heart out mid-conversation" smile has not done him any favors. Particularly because he's not entirely comfortable talking to his co-workers, and tend to try smiling at them to ease the tension.

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So, they don't know how much of his outburst was genuine?

 

[Charles Flynn]

So, they don't know how much of his outburst was genuine?

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Exactly. Being a pretty good liar is one of Flynn's most useful skills in the Grand Order. It's also a bit of a double-edged sword, since it means that anyone familiar enough who's had a front-row seat to his exploits, like the bridge crew, are very unlikely to take him at his word.

 

[Potates]

Okay, note to self, he definitely poisoned the lemonade.

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Flynn, for someone so manipulative, you're awfully small minded about monkey's paw. The pool is full of lemonade. But, where does lemonade come from? That's right, lemons. And who gave them to you? A grail cursed by a spirit with all man's evils. And all man's evils cannot exist without man which is classified as life. Therefore, life gave you lemons and when life gives you lemons, you don't make lemonade, you give the lemons back. No, you don't want no damn lemons! You'll burn life's house down! With lemons! And life's house is Earth. So your wish for lemonade will lead to the Earth being incinerated. Nice going champ.

 

[Darko]

Flynn, for someone so manipulative, you're awfully small minded about monkey's paw. The pool is full of lemonade. But, where does lemonade come from? That's right, lemons. And who gave them to you? A grail cursed by a spirit with all man's evils. And all man's evils cannot exist without man which is classified as life. Therefore, life gave you lemons and when life gives you lemons, you don't make lemonade, you give the lemons back. No, you don't want no damn lemons! You'll burn life's house down! With lemons! And life's house is Earth. So your wish for lemonade will lead to the Earth being incinerated. Nice going champ.

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This was the weirdest and funniest rant I have ever read.