Once again Micheal read the piece of paper with the ritual chant as he finished practicing drawing the circle with chalk. He stood up and took a step back to examine his work. He had been practicing before now but now that he was actually going to do it he wanted to make sure his nerves wouldn't make a mess of it. He took a deep breath, held it, and exhaled slowly. He focused and drew some water out from a barrel nearby wiping the chalk off the hardpacked earth. Returning the water to the barrel he turned and moved to the ritual items. He took several liters of quicksilver and made the circle with it. As he did so he chanted the preparation phrases. That done the quicksilver quickly stilled and went motionless being held in place by the binding words of the spell. Micheal looked around him making sure that no one was nearby.
He was standing in a clearing in the middle of one of his families wheat fields. He had spent the better part of the past week tracking down the optimal spot to summon given the leylines running around and under the Lafaire mansion and eventually settled on a spot where two small branches intersected with three medium branches. As he made sure no one was nearby he glanced at the opposite end of the clearing at the burnt piece of wood laying atop white silk on a pedestal that he had drug out here several hours before. Focusing back on himself he checked his mana. It had barely been touched by the preparation spell but he needed to keep an eye on it regardless during the summoning ritual as well as afterwards.
He closed his eyes, thinking back to the first dreamwalk he did, and the promise he made. His watch's alarm went off and he quickly silenced it. He opened his eyes and read the time
"6:29pm….Alright, Micheal. You've got this…."
He sensed his internal amount of mana again to make sure it was at its peak, held out his right hand and focused his mana into the ritual. As he did so the wind stilled and the nearby bugs quieted as the world itself seemed to freeze in anticipation. He had memorized the chant by now but he needed to add one line to make sure he got her to show up. As he took another deep breath and shunted his mana fully into the circle as he began the chant,
Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let Abyssal Black and Flame Red be the colours I pay tribute to / Let my great Master Lafaire be the ancestor.
The scent of ash was in the air as the relic vibrated on the pedestal. Micheal grabbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand as he felt his command seals burn,
Let my spoken vow to you, and your spoken vow to me, return us to each other in our time of need,
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 quicksilver burned turning into a substance that seemed to absorb light while also being lit from within only to burn away carving the circle itself into the ground as the ground cracked. Nearby stalks of wheat carbonized before shattering as wind whipped embers around the clearing. Micheal felt his mana start to drain rapidly causing him to stagger. He steadied his stance and focused feeling his eyes activate as he put even more mana into the carved circle causing it to glow red, then orange, then white...and then black,
I hereby declare.
Your body shall serve under me.
My fate shall be your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail
If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!
An oath shall be sworn here!
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven.
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!
Micheal felt his hair start to singe from the heat coming off the circle and his eyes watered. He squinted through the heat as though it were physically blinding him and he saw his command seals glowing bright ruby red. He gritted his teeth and bellowed,
From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,
Come forth from the ring of restraints,
Protector of the Holy Balance!
An explosion rocked the clearing reducing the nearby wheat to nothing but ash. Micheal was blown backwards and he fell onto his back knocking the wind out of him. He levered himself up onto his elbows trying to get his breath back as a tornado of pure blackened hellfire towered where the circle had been. He heard laughter -cruel, evil laughter- that seemed to echo around him. Through the flames he saw two points of gold shining as the flames were dispelled like someone turned off a switch.
Standing in the middle of the circle was a woman with white hair, yellow eyes, armor blacker than night, a sword that dripped with malice in one hand, and in her other hand was a flagspear with a banner meant to represent hatred and rage waving behind her in the windless clearing. Her very presence screamed danger of the highest order. Before Micheal could stand up she took notice of him, her eyes flashing as she moved faster than he could ever hope to match, as she sunk a knee into his diaphragm and grabbed his throat in a gauntleted hand. She glared venom at him and raised her sword to run him through. He swallowed nervously and she firmed her grip on his throat as she pushed her knee further into his chest.
"What the hell are you playing at Saint." She spat, her eyes burning with hatred as she glared down at Micheal who just raised his hands in surrender. As he did so he smiled at her and he saw her glare falter as she narrowed her eyes at him. Suddenly she leapt off of him, eyes wide in panic, as she held out her sword. Flames began to coalesce around Micheal as he stood up slowly,
"So. Bet you're wondering how I'm here-"
"You- How- How can you be here if the last thing I saw was your face when I died." The flames intensified. Micheal swallowed realizing that this could not have gone off to a worse start and tried to talk as fast as he could,
"Look I don't want to use a command seal to force you to calm down but I really need to explain whats going on before you kill me so please just hold off on killing me until I can explain.
….Please."
The woman's panic gradually gave way to suspicion as she narrowed her eyes at him. The flames dancing around Micheals feet died away and with a flick of her hand she dispelled her sword and flagspear causing them to vanish into blue particles. She folded her arms and nodded her head at him indicating he could speak.
And he did. He told her everything. From the dreamwalk he had made to wind up meeting her and making that promise, to his command seals, to his uncle dying to make sure he could escape with the relic, and how the Church had chased him 15 kilometers trying to kill him only for the relic to save him somehow. He even stated his families several hundred year feud with the Church. Eventually he finished and silence lingered in the clearing for several seconds before the woman burst out laughing. It was a different laugh than earlier. One full of disbelief.
"So let me get this straight. Your origin is Saint, you've grown up as a mage, and your entire family, despite being French, loathes the Church."
"Yeah that- That about covers that part."
Still chuckling the woman walked forward until she was standing right in front of Micheal looking up at him. She narrowed her eyes and he tried not to notice that she smelled like ash and fir trees. He swallowed as she said,
"Your eyes are different than how I remember them."
Ah. he must have activated his eyes when he was pouring mana into her. He partially activated his eyes and she grunted, stepping away and putting a hand on her hip. He stopped the flow of mana to his eyes as the servant held out her hand to shake. As he reached out to shake he saw her get an evil smirk on her face as she introduced herself,
"Jeanne D'Arc Alter. My class is Avenger. Who do we need to burn?"
….Shit.
Servant Profile: Jeanne D'Arc Alter
Class: Avenger
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Parameters:
Strength: A
Endurance: C
Agility: A
Mana: A+
Luck: E
Noble Phantasm: A+
Class Skills:
Avenger (B): The holders rate at which they can charge their Noble Phantasm is increased based on the level of this skill with the rate being tied to the battle lust or rage of the Avenger in question.
Oblivion Correction (A): As someone from a doomed timeline Jeanne D'Arc Alter manifests this as increased attack power and the ability to discern weaknesses of enemies based on Skill level.
Self Restoration (Magical Energy) (A+): Given her origins as a creation of a Holy Grail she has the ability to overcap her mana if required to do so. This overcapped mana can then be used for things such as sustaining her existence without a Master and augmenting her combat abilities among anything else that requires or uses mana. This extra mana can be obtained in the same way it would be possible for a normal servant to.
Personal Skills:
Self Modification (EX): She is able to modify or augment any skill, spell, or ability she has and can obtain new skills, spells, and abilities at an increased rate and in varying ways depending on Skill Level.
Dragon Witch (EX): A form of witchcraft that is exclusive to Jeanne D'Arc Alter due to her link to Fafnir and her status as a Witch. As someone who is linked to one of the most famous and powerful phantasmal beasts she has the ability to control anything she considers weaker than her by simply letting her mana flow through it although the level of control weakens the more targets are controlled by her. Due to her being linked to Fafnir she also has the ability to "resonate" with dragons or beings related to dragons allowing her to enhance or debilitate the resonating target at her whim. She mainly uses this skill to conjure draconic lances made of blackened fire and shadows for both offense and defense as needed.
Ephemeral Dream (A):
Passive(Active at all times): As an existence that shouldn't truly exist Jeanne's true name and class, stats, and skills are all obscured with the exception of those she trusts or whoever she is contracted with. If someone attempts to scan her without meeting these two requirements they will receive no information on her at all.
Active(Intentional Use): By using the fact her existence is "unsure" she is able to reach beyond the limits of her class however she will receive blowback depending on how far she reaches as well as what she reaches for with classes considered "closer" to her being easier than ones "farther" away. (Closest classes: Lancer, Saber, Caster/ Mid distance classes: Berserker/ Far distance classes: Archer, Rider, Assassin/ Impossible classes: Ruler)
Duel wielding Mastery (B++): She Is able to use her sword, La Noir Pucelle, alongside her flag spear in combat with a skill and finesse thats based on skill level.
Spell Sword mastery(A+): Able to cast spells with her off hand while wielding a weapon in her main hand ranging from summoning her lances or using her hellfire.
Hellfire (EX): Another skill exclusive to Jeanne D'Arc Alter due to the circumstances of her creation. Wields absolute control over any flame she creates, able to change its shape, color, and even temperature at will. By infusing her mana into another flame that she hasn't created she can control it as well to a lesser degree(Rank B+).
Noble Phantasm:
La Grondemont Du Haine
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Army
Description: By using the very flames that she was created from she manifests the fires of hell itself using whatever she desires as kindling to burn whatever she wants until not even ash remains.
Although the type of this Noble Phantasm is listed as Anti Army that is purely in terms of raw power. In truth it would be more accurate to say that the "type" varies depending on the target or targets. The Noble Phantasm itself manifests as hellfire igniting and burning the target both inside and out as lances of cursed shadows impale them from below skewering them. The amount of hellfire and the size/amount of lances can increase up or down depending on the size of the target as well as how much mana is used.
–Jeanne's PoV–
Jeanne watched with some relish as her Master hesitated for the briefest of second before clasping her hand. She squeezed his hand a bit forcefully and got a nice wince out of it. She then pulled her hand back and had to resist the urge to wipe it clean on her armor as she looked around.
"So where's the fight?"
"Oh its not for another 9 months or so."
Jeanne's mouth fell open but she quickly closed it glaring at him,
"So why the hell did you summon me then?"
The man shrugged and smiled at her. It was the same smile she had seen while she was dying and she hated how well it looked on his stupid face.
"I figured I'd take the next few months to get to know you a bit better, figure out your likes and dislikes, etc. That way we can function better as a tea-"
"Let me correct you on several points, Saint, since you seemed to have misunderstood something," She interrupted and growled, spitting the word 'saint' like it was something foul in her mouth, as she felt her rage burn, "My business is my own. You don't need to learn anything about me because there is nothing there for you to learn in the first place. Secondly, we are not a team nor are we friends and we never will be. I am a weapon that you need to point at whatever needs to be reduced to ash. All you need to do is make sure you aren't in the way when I let loose. Finally, if you're done entertaining this farce, I'm going for a walk."
Not bothering to let him respond Jeanne turned on her heel, filled herself with mana and leapt away cracking the ground as she did so. She frowned and waited for her master to use a command seal to force her to come back but he never did. She glanced back as she hit the ground again and pushed off expecting to see some glow of a spell or something to be fired after her. Her frown deepened and eventually she turned to look forward again as she kept moving.
Several minutes later she was crouched beside a stream and looking at her reflection. She saw her own face looking back at her, her golden eyes glowing slightly in the setting sun reflecting off the stream. After several seconds of looking at herself she stood up and looked around for anything that looked familiar. She saw some hills in the distance that vaguely reminded her of something so she moved off towards them using her mana to move more quickly. A minute or two later she was standing on the tallest hill looking out around her. She was shocked at how much the world had changed. While the grail gave her some rudimentary knowledge it didn't get anything close to what she was looking at.
To her right was the river that branched off into the stream she had been at minutes before. Sitting on it was a ship packed with people who seemed to be celebrating as white flashes seemed to occur at random from them. She looked to her left and saw a city bigger than any castle town she had been in or burned to the ground. If she augmented her hearing she could faintly hear the chatter of people even now. She focused however on the sight in front of her which was a massive forest. She knew on the other side was her goal and so she braced herself and jumped off the hilltop, landed in the field below, and pushed off into the air clearing an entire farm as she soared into the forest.
She quickly grabbed a branch and used it to adjust her angle and momentum as she fell down through the upper reaches of the forest to land on the forest floor to continue running. Every so often she'd jump up and push off a sturdy branch to break through the canopy to make sure she was going in the correct direction. As she did this a sparkling on the horizon grew ever nearer. At some point she began to smell the sea breeze and she accelerated in its direction. She saw that the trees were beginning to thin so she sped up as she reached the treeline, jumped into the air, and saw the ocean for the first time in her life. She landed in the odd mix of dirt and sand that marked the boundary between the forest and the sea and walked towards the ocean looking around her as she did so.
She didn't see any people but even then it didn't hurt to be cautious. She focused on detecting people and followed the oceans edge until the ground started to arch up to a cliff face about 20 meters above her. She crouched down and jumped up, easily clearing the top of the cliff, and landing on top of it. She looked around again as she dispelled her armor until she was only wearing her burnt and tattered robes. She sat down on the cliff near the edge, hugging her knees to herself as for the first time since Gilles had created her she had time to just think. Think about how she had been created, what she had done, the things she had tried to do.
Things that had been done to her….
She frowned remembering how that "Last master of Humanity" had beaten her at every turn. He had found servants that he had brought under his command, he had that obnoxious shield girl who managed to block her flames, and then there was the master himself.
Jeanne ground her teeth together as she remembered his last words to her before he left her to die. How he had called her an inhuman monster, that he was glad she was dying, and that France would be better off without her ever existing. She felt froth in her mouth as she stood up, conjured her sword, and swung it casting an arc of hellfire off the blade and into the ocean where it burned its way through the water itself as she screamed out over the ocean,
"I KNOW OKAY. I KNOW FRANCE WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME. I FUCKING KNOW THAT. THE ONLY REASON I WAS EVEN CREATED WAS TO BURN FRANCE TO THE FUCKING GROUND AND I COULDN'T EVEN DO THAT. I FUCKING FAILED AT THE ONE GOD DAMNED THING I WAS CREATED FOR SO WHERE DO YOU GET OFF BEING A JACKASS."
Jeanne clenched her hand on sword hard enough that she felt the skin on her fingers begin to split before she dispelled the sword and sat down roughly burying her face into her knees as she hugged herself and cried into her robes,
"After all….Who would ever care about a failure like me…."
By the time Jeanne had had her fill of crying the sun had gone down and the stars had come out. She rested her chin on her knees and watched as the ocean reflected the the slowly rotating stars overhead. She picked up a rock and tossed it off the cliff in front of her as she sighed. She knew that feeling sorry for herself wouldn't fix anything but she just had to say…something. Anything.
To prove that she had existed.
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Jeanne had sat there alternating between crying and thinking for what felt like hours, finally able to let out everything that had been building up since Gilles had created her. Grimly she wondered if she'd be like this every time she was summoned. She looked out over the ocean finding a sort of peace in its uncaringness. In its unwillingness to judge anything. She stretched out her legs groaning as she felt her muscles unclench, finally moving after sitting in the same spot all night. She had not slept at all for a couple of reasons. The first being that she had no need for sleep as she was a servant much in the same way she never needed to eat food. The second reason was more personal. Every time she had slept in the Orleans singularity she had always had nightmares about being burned alive, being violated for hours, or being stoned to death to name three of the myriad nightmares she had had. She frowned as she finished stretching and stood up. She wondered briefly if the reason she had nightmares like that was entirely because Gilles planted them in her when he created her,
"Twisted bastard would and most likely did." She muttered to herself as she turned left and took a step off the edge of the cliff she was on to land in the sand below cratering it in the process. She leapt out of the crater easily and was about to walk around the beach when she felt her sense of danger activate. In a flash she had re-equipped her armor, had pulled her sword out of its sheath, and swung it twisting her body in the air to get away from whatever had snuck up on her. Her sword sliced off the tentacle of a sea horror behind her and she felt her rage burn on top of her revulsion. She hated these things, even more ever since Gilles had forced one to-
Jeanne screamed in rage as she pulled the hand holding her sword back and then plunged the blade directly into the creatures mouth. Before it could bite down on her arm she twisted her arm inside of it and filled it with hellfire causing it to explode into guts and purple mush that Jeanne dodged with ease. She knew better than to let these things blood or viscera get on her. She saw movement closer the oceans edge and glared with venom as three more sea horrors slithered out of the ocean. Jeanne sheathed her sword in one fluid motion and raised her hand, fingers prepared to snap. A meter above her dark lances made out of hatred and fire made manifest appeared above her one after another. She snapped her fingers and launched them, turning the monsters into pincushions. As they screeched and tried to escape back into the ocean Jeanne smiled cruelly and extending her other hand, snapped her fingers.
Immediately one of the lances exploded blowing a hole into the monster but leaving it alive. Jeanne kept snapping her fingers, her grin growing more and more malicious, as she took out her anger on the monsters. She loved hearing their screams and she relished in their pain. With one final snap the last lance exploded and she looked at her handiwork satisfied. She turned away to go back to her walk when she realized that anything could come up and eat the remains which would just turn whatever ate them into more sea horrors. Sighing she turned back around and palmed some hellfire before extending her arm and making sure to burn every last speck of the monsters. She looked at the beach again making sure that nothing remained when she felt a brief presence touch her mind. She whirled around trying to find who it was only for the presence to send a feeling of apology and withdraw.
Jeanne closed her eyes and focused, tracking down where the feeling had come from only to find that a connection had been formed between her…..and her Master. She stopped just short of touching his mind but she could feel his surface level thoughts. She stood there right outside the door to his mind and watched as she sensed relief and followed by something she didn't recognize. She opened her eyes and briefly wondered if that first feeling of relief was her new Master being worried about her. She scoffed at the idea immediately and turned on her heel to walk along the beachfront more. She knew that no one would miss her if she was gone and so she did her best to stop her brain from thinking he had been worried about her….
but she couldn't shake the thought completely.
Aftrer walking for a while she glanced back in the direction to where she had been summoned and briefly wondered if she should go check on her Master. The fact he hadn't used a command seal to force her back was….decidedly weird. The fact he hadn't tried to kill her for just running off as soon as she was summoned was even weirder. She shrugged and figured messing with her new Master might be fun for a bit. She turned right into the forest, filled herself with a bit of mana, and jumped back in the direction she had come from the night before. She wasn't moving as quickly so she was able to pick out more details around her as she jumped over farms, fields, and farm animals. As she landed at the base of the hills from before she stopped to look around. The hills themselves were nothing to speak of but she could see a road leading into that city. She briefly wondered what she'd be able to find in it but quickly tossed the idea. She didn't have any way to change her clothes and the minute she was seen with a sword on her hip she was liable to get involved with the town guard or whatever equivalent the present day had. Of course if she was able to turn into spirit form she would have been able to explore the city easily but for whatever reason this Origin seemed unable to do that.
A bit later she was back at the clearing right as the sun was coming up and looked around with a hand on her hip. Her summoning had been quite violent it seemed. She idly nudged some charred quicksilver with her boot and watched as it crumbled easily. She looked to her left and saw the carbonized wheat stalks standing perfectly still even in the breeze that suddenly blew past her, brushing her hair into her eyes. Using a hand to hold her hair back to the side of her head she looked in the direction the wind was blowing and saw a large house and decided to walk towards it figuring it must be her Masters house.
As she got closer she realized exactly how massive the house was. She walked up to a wooden gate that fenced off a garden with more plants in it than she knew existed. She opened the gate and felt herself pass through a bounded field. She frowned as nothing happened beyond the slight pressure on ones body that passing through a bounded field caused. Had she already been keyed into the mansions defenses? She shook her head and walked through the garden stopping to look at anything that interested her. She stared at the white sheets of paper and the scribbles on them as her face morphed into a glare. Clearly the grail had decided being able to read, and presumably write, was too much of a damn ask but it sure as fuck filled her head with how to fly a fucking plane among a bunch of other useless shit. Standing up from where she was crouched she walked through the rest of the garden and through another gate as well as another bounded field. This one seemed to be more standard than the first one as the pressure it put on her as she passed through it felt like every inch of her body was being pressed by an over-enthusastic hug but just as quickly the feeling vanished. She was clearly inside the grounds proper now and she felt her mouth fall open as she stared up at what she realized wasn't a house but more like a palace. She shook herself a bit to get her focus back and walked up to the house to see a yellow note on the door leading into the house with more scribbles on it.
Feeling ticked off Jeanne decided to just yank the door off of its hinges but as she made to grab the handle the door opened and standing in the doorway was her Master who froze in place upon catching sight of her. He was wearing a grey apron with more of those damn squiggles sewn into it. Under it he was wearing a simple t-shirt and some jeans. Jeanne realized she was staring and took several steps back trying to stare at anything else. She saw her master look her up and down once out of the corner of her eye, nod to himself, and walk right past her into the garden. She subtly tried to turn around to watch what he did as he knelt down in front of a bush with red and yellow orbs growing from it. He looked them over and pulled a few off the bush before putting them into a basket he had brought with him from inside.
Jeanne watched curiously as her Master took what were clearly fruits and vegetables from four other sections of the garden and walked past her smiling as he did so. As he opened the door to the house and began to go back inside he turned around and looked at her,
"Making breakfast if you want some. I'm...glad to see you're okay. I felt you using mana a little while ago and got worried. So I reached out through the master-servant connection just enough to check on you….not to say that you can't take care of yourself either but-"
Jeanne stared at him as he continued to fumble over his words eventually leading into an awkward silence between the two of them. This was her Master? She groaned and rubbed her head with her hand as she felt a headache coming on. She looked back up at her Master who seemed to be wavering between going into the house and staying outside with her. Firming her lips she walked up to and past him into the house before glancing back at him eyebrow raised. He smiled a bit and moved past her waving for her to follow him as he led her into a kitchen.
--Micheals PoV--
Micheal took the diced red and yellow bell peppers and added them to the mix of minced onions, diced bacon, and shredded chicken in the skillet he had put on the stove. He focused on making sure that it was all cooked properly and by focusing on that he hoped he'd be able to ignore the sounds of Jeanne exploring the kitchen. Her mouth had fallen open when he had led her in here and asked him if this was his workshop at which he chuckled a bit saying it was his families kitchen. Now she was opening drawers, going into the pantry, and exploring every inch of it clearly curious. After a few minutes the peppers had softened nicely and he moved them to a plate that he covered with foil to keep warm. As he did so and turned to his left he almost jumped out of his skin to see Jeanne had been standing there watching him the entire time. She noticed him flinch and grinned evilly clearly enjoying her effect on him before she turned her gaze back to the mix he had covered,
"As much as fun as it too mess with you. What are you making? It smells really good. Much better than the crap I had to eat back when I-" She froze for half a second before continuing on like nothing happened, "When I was alive."
Micheal arched an eyebrow but said nothing and looked back at what he was making,
"I'm making omelets. What I just put onto the plate and covered with foil goes inside of it."
Jeanne tilted her head to the side and moved back as Micheal walked past her to get some eggs out of the fridge. He cracked several of them into a large bowl, broke the yolks with a fork, and whisked them into a solid yellow mixture. He then took a small bit of butter and put it into the skillet turning the stovetop back on high and moving the butter around the pan. He glanced to his left and saw that Jeanne was watching his every movement carefully. Smiling a little he poured half the egg mixture into the skillet and turn the heat down to low.
"What do you like to eat anyway?"
"Servants don't need to eat. Thats basic knowledge."
Micheal hummed as he got a loaf of bread out of the pantry and sliced off a piece of it. He held it inbetween his fingers and quickly ran a light electric current through it browning it nicely as well as warming it. Putting it onto a plate he cut another piece of butter and placed it onto the slice of bread spreading it around with a knife. Jeanne had moved around the center island to watch him do this. Micheal nodded, satisfied, and gently pushed the buttered toast across the countertop to Jeanne who stared at it then at him and then back to it.
"Well if you're going to be my servant you're going to be eating at least three meals a day," He said grinning at her, "Trust me on that. Go ahead and eat it. The rest of breakfast should be done soon. I promise you I didn't do anything to it beyond toasting it a bit with some electricity if thats what you're worried about."
"I'm not worried," Came the response quickly. Micheal turned back to the eggs in the skillet as he watched out of the corner of his eye as she slowly reached out to pick it up before stopping just shy of it. She pulled her hand back, glanced at the toast, and then dispelled her gauntlet leaving her arm bare. She reached back out and picked up the toast looking at it critically before taking a small bite. He looked back at the skillet and smiled a bit as he heard Jeanne gasp a bit before devouring the rest of the toast. Then she was to his left again and staring at what he was making clearly wanting more,
"I take it my cooking agrees with you then," Micheal said dryly as her face turned red and she looked away, "The rest will be done in a minute or two. If you want to explore the house a bit feel free to do so. I'll call out to you when its done."
"That one slice of bread was good," She glared at him, "There's still a chance whatever else your making can be shit. I'm gonna explore some." With that she turned on her heel and walked out of the kitchen muttering to herself. Raising his eyebrows a bit Micheal mentally berated himself as he remembered what she had said the day before. Sighing he focused back on making breakfast trying to forget the gasp he had heard his servant make upon eating his food.
Several minutes later Micheal had put two plates on a small coffee table in the nearby lounge area along with two cups of coffee and some toast as well as some slices of bacon he hadn't diced. He stood up and moved to the doorway leaning out of it calling into the house,
"Jeanne? Breakfast is done if you want some! I made you a plate! I'm in the lounge area two doors to the right of the kitchen."
He walked back to his plate and sat down beginning to eat it. He had a feeling she wouldn't show up and wasn't surprised when she didn't. He looked at her plate after he had finished his, sighed a bit, and took it back into the kitchen to cover it with foil. He wrote another note for her and left it on top of it as he put it into the refrigerator. After cleaning up the kitchen and still not seeing any sign of Jeanne he frowned wondering where she was. He thought about using their master servant connection but thought better of it remembering the blind panic he had sensed when he had done so yesterday. Rolling his shoulders he instead decided he would practice some combat techniques instead using some of the new targets his mom had set up for the training room.
He went to his room to get dressed into his combat gear. It mostly looked like hiking gear than the military gear it was based on if he was being honest but whereas full military gear would have pockets for the magazines for their rifles Micheal had developed something similar for his ball bearings. They were tubes made of reinforced resin that had a capacitor at the top of it that he could store various levels of charge in. The ball bearings were loaded into it and when he thumbed a tab on one of the tubes it would load a bearing with a certain level of charge and drop it into his hand. Desmond had been the one to suggest it which knowing what Micheal did now made where Desmond had gotten the idea make more sense than the answer he had gotten at the time which was a small smile. Micheal had also done something else as well. The first iteration of the magazine he had made had a capacitor that was faulty. He had loaded it with a charge, noticed the capacitor swelling, and had flung the tube as hard as he could with a reinforced arm as it flew high into the air and exploded sending ball bearings everywhere. That had been an awkward explanation to his mother when a few of the bearings had shot through various windows in the house.
After consulting Desmond more alongside reading some electrical design documents he figured out a way to not only stop his magazines from turning into grenades but also how to purposely do it. It had taken a few tries but eventually he settled on a design he was happy with. Micheal then slid four of those magazines through loops on the right side of his hips going from highest to lowest voltage as they circled around his hips to the right . He then put on the rest of his gear and moved to the training room.
As Micheal entered the training room he shifted his rifle to his off hand as he walked up to the glyphs on the wall that programmed the room. He punched in an order to create 5 zombies, Two bicorns, and to finish off his training session, a lesser chimera. He turned around and walked into the center of the room as mana filled the air and 5 zombies grew out of sand. He thumbed the 25v magazine, slid the bearing into the chamber of his rifle, and got into a stance filling his legs with mana as he grinned maliciously, closed the bolt to his rifle, and thumbed off the safety.