Chapter 30 -:30 Magicians

Chapter 30 -:30 MagiciansIf you want to read ahead by 25 Chapters from her you can visit my Patre-on. S~eaʀᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. {P} {A} {T} {R} {E} {O} {N} /Playerfanfic ----------- "Glad to see you've got your priorities in order." Shirou noted, only to blink as Irina placed a folded bundle in his arms, the Faker sweat dropping as he found himself staring at church vestments not unlike the ones Kirei had worn beneath his Cassock "You're kidding me..." "I'm sorry, but we ran out of priest robes in your size." Irina offered by way of apology while Xenovia sent the Devils off to patrol the East side of town "There's a pool in the back used for ablutions, you can change there if you like." "Thanks..." Shirou muttered, not all that fussed to be honest, the Faker making his way to the back of the church, shivering at the sight of the full moon reflected on the water below. 'Why the hell does weird shit always happen to me on a Full Moon?' he muttered, recalling his entrance to the Grail War and everything that led up to his awakening in this world as he pulled off his clothes 'And people say werewolves have it bad...I'd take fleas over half the shit that's happened to me any day...' "Those are some impressive scars." Xenovia called out, Shirou freezing in the midst of removing his pants to see the Holy Sword user leaning against the wall, Irina waving at him from the doorway "For a Magician, you've certainly seen your fair share of combat." "I've been around." Shirou deadpanned, fighting down a flush as he pulled his pants off and slipped into the priest leggings as quickly as dignity would allow "Also, I'm sure I said this before, but I'm a Magus, not a Magician. If you want an official class, call me a Spellcaster or Faker." "I don't get it." Irina admitted, pouting cutely as she held a finger to her lips while Xenovia's eyes seemed to linger on the scar on his back from where Lancer's spear had exited after piercing his heart that night so long ago "Is there truly any difference between them?" "A Spellcaster...well, in terms you could understand, a Spellcaster is to a 'Traditional Magus', what the Protestants are to Catholics." Irina perked up at this while Xenovia scowled "While both parties follow the same core teachings, Spellcasters prefer not to limit themselves to the old ways and embrace the modern world and all its conveniences." "The Vatican isn't that bad." Xenovia muttered petulantly, though it was clear from the blush adorning her cheeks and Irina's grin that the comparison had hit a little closer to home than Shirou intended "So how do those differ from 'Magicians'?" she asked, clearly wanting to change the subject. "Only those capable of wielding a True Magic are known as Magicians." Shirou replied, seeing no harm in informing them of something the Church back home had been well aware off "In other words, they can perform a feat of Magic that cannot be replicated by modern technology. If you want to get technical, it wouldn't be too far-fetched to refer to True Magics as Miracles." "I see..." Xenovia mused, looking a lot calmer than Shirou had anticipated she'd be "I had heard that one of the oldest names for certain schools of Magecraft was Thaumaturgy, 'Working Miracles'...it would certainly explain why the Church associates with certain branches despite Magic in and of itself being viewed as a sin against God." Shirou said nothing, pulling on the rest of the vestments while Irina nodded in thought, only to blink as a cute theme began playing under her robes, the Protestant pulling out a mobile phone "Hai~! Issei-kun! What is it?" her eyes widened in alarm "Xenovia! They found Freed...sort of." "What do you mean, sort of?" Xenovia demanded sharply, in no mood for her partner's shenanigans, nevermind the Devils' "Either they've found him or they didn't, which is it?" "They found him...but they can't see him?" Irina repeated hesitantly after listening over the phone, her eyes widening in sudden realization "He must be using Excalibur Transparency! They're getting slaughtered out there!" "Tell them to hang on till we get there!" Xenovia snapped, racing for the exit only to blink as Shirou pulled up alongside her easily "Looks like you'll get to prove yourself after all, Magician." "I told you." Shirou countered, his expression grim as he focused on the road ahead "I'm simply a Faker." A Deserted Park... "Dragon Shot!" Issei yelled, launching his signature move only to curse as Freed disappeared again, the Stray Exorcist's cackling echoing around their impromptu battlefield "Dammit! Stop hiding you chicken-shit freak!" "How rude!" Freed cackled mockingly from the shadows "You kiss your mother with that mouth Devil-shit? Maybe I should pay her a visit, to purify her from your taint with my holy sword!" "You keep my mother out of this you fucker!" Issei snarled, only to yelp as he narrowly managed to block a strike from Freed's Holy sword with his left arm, the Boosted Gear negating the bite of the Holy Sword though the strength of the blow still forced him back "Dammit!" "Extend, my Line!" Saji called out, attempting to ensnare Freed with his own Sacred Gear, only to miss as the priest vanished into thin air once more, an enraged Kiba landing just short of his last position, Holy Eraser in hand "Damn it!" The group had been patrolling the area where the ORC had recently done away with a Stray Devil when Freed and jumped them, armed with a new Excalibur, this one capable of rendering him completely invisible. Fortunately, the Priest's bloodlust foiled the otherwise perfect ambush, allowing the Pawns and Koneko to put up something of a defence while Kiba lunged in to try and take him out. Unfortunately, even without Excalibur Rapidly enhancing his speed, Freed was a wily fighter and wasn't above taking pot-shots at them with his blessed firearms to throw them off their game. As it stood, Kiba and Koneko were slowly wearing down, and it was all Issei and Saji could do to keep up. "This really isn't going well for us, is it Hyoudou?" Saji panted, the Sitri pawn practically doubled over, his priest robes, the only protection they had from Freed's Holy Bullets, in tatters. ----------- If you want to read ahead by 25 Chapters from her you can visit my Patre-on. {P} {A} {T} {R} {E} {O} {N} /Playerfanfic