Chapter 19 - 19 Hero? Villain? (1/2)
”Dispatch to all available units. There is currently a bank robbery happening at 3rd and Main Street. Requesting all available units to head to the vicinity immediately. Set up barricades with 500 meters of the bank. Suspects are unknown in number and are armed and dangerous. I repeat, there is currently a bank robbery....”.
Gray stood on the edge of the roof of his building with a faint smile on his face. His crimson eyes glowed with an eerie intent as he observed the bank robbers several hundred meters away he were hiding behind several hostages they had captured when they took over the bank.
The twenty year old Pseudo-Servant had currently installed a Class Card that he didn't normally use, and was feeling the effects over a longer period of time when compared to the likes of Rider and Shielder.
”.... An Immortal Witch..... cursed to never die, blessed with knowledge that no human could should ever have.....”.
Lancer was originally a mortal that reached the extremes of the spear. Using her techniques as well as her unique weapon, she killed kings, gods and demons indiscriminately, obtaining their knowledge and becoming Queen of the Land of Shadows.
She was a queen. A Monarch. A member of the ruling class. Although in her supposed ”death”, or lack of remembrance by the mortal world she no longer dwells on events in her past. Even if the world were to be destroyed, it would be a discourtesy to those who presently live in this world to hold back their potential for growth.
Lancer was a beautiful young woman with dark purple hair and crimson red eyes. She had the demeanor of a queen, a big sister, a teacher or even the refreshing presence of the girl next door.
Rider likened Lancer to a rose, complete with its own set of thorns.
She didn't seem to really care about being stuck in the Class Card, and saw no real reason to help Gray with his previous endeavors. Stating that a queen would never lower herself to deal with something as irrelevant as wealth.
”But your a teacher Lancer. One that even rivals Chiron who taught Rider. Can you show me how to wield your power? How to do become strong?”.
These were the words Gray said to the Lancer Class Card, and in the next moment, he found that his eyes had turned red and his hair an inky purple.
Countless memories flowed into his mind, but weren't as uncontrollable and as Riders and Shielders.
Sensations of wielding a blood red spear, a dėsɨrė for blood filling Gray's body as he pierced gods and demons alike in pursuit of the pinnacle of her spear arts..... Learning runic magecraft from the Norse Gods and perfecting it so that it alone could destroy deities and devils..... Teaching her students, the Hound of Chulainn.
Hoping to die at the hands of her student, giving him her spear in hopes of him surpassing her and granting Lancer he final wish.... watching that hope die, and having to spend the rest of her days guarding the doors of the Land of Shadows. Never once opening them to any other mortal.....
Being left in the Outside of the World, countless skills flowed into Gray's mind, with the exception of every Servants unique Skills....
Another iteration of her as a Divine Spirit came to mind before Gray's hand firmly grasped on a blood red spear that appeared in his right hand.
He looked down at the runic spear as well as the copy in his left hand.
”Gae Bolg.... The Soaring Spear Of Piercing Death.....”.
Gray looked at this weapon and then moved his gaze towards the group of police officers in the distance. Shouts could be heard all they way up on Gray's rooftop with his enhanced senses.
He looked down at the several hundred foot drop from where he was now to the ground.
He gulped.
”This is a stupid idea”.
He back up several meters, the pair of blood red spears still in his hands.
”Even with my Pseudo-Servant body, I'm not immune to all injuries. Rider could die if he was dropped from 30,000 feet in the air..... even if he could just fly away with his chariot”.
He stopped and faced the ledge in the direction of the New York City bank.