Chapter 65 - 64 Masters and Servants (2/2)
Archer shook his head in denial, his face showing a smile as the memory of that giant black blade touched his throat. The Mystery behind what Gray truly was baffled even himself. Truly this must've been what Sherlock felt every time he arrived at a murder scene....
He spoke,
”That would be technically incorrect. A Pseudo-Servant implies that the body is human but the soul is not. Gray, just from a slight examination, proves to be neither human nor Servant, but a combination of both. To put it simply, he is the end result of putting human parts and Servant parts into a blender and seeing what comes out at the end”.
Diana showed a look of worry at the allegory Archer used. Gray was something that was neither human, nor Servant? Then what was he....
Archer ignored the look Diana showed and kept stroking his beard as he turned to look at Saber, the Servant of the Sword also showed an slight curiosity to Gray's power, but made no outward movement to express it.
”If he was back on our Earth he would've been slapped with a Sealing Designation and hunted to the ends of the Earth. A human that could gain the powers of a Servant and evolve as a result, would be invaluable for any mages research. Even to a Dead Apostle Ancestor.....”.
Saber showed a disgusted expression at the mention of mages, and Archer just looked out the window to the image of Earth in the distance. His plan to destroy the Earth would've started up here, and here he was. In a satellite with a size that could destroy a continent if it hit just the right spot.....
His eyes turned towards his Master and Dr Fate, the only two people here who could do anything to him if he wanted to try something.
He wasn't known as the Emperor of the Criminal World for nothing, even if he was just a story.....
Batman spoke up, temporarily ceasing Archer's train of thought.
”I wanted to ask, is their any Servant with that can heal wounds caused by eyes that can see lines of death?”.
Archer's eyes widened slightly at the mention of Mystic Eyes before composing himself in the time it took to blink before shaking his head with a sad frown. Nothing about his current expressions were true, even if it fooled the people in front of him.
”It would take something on the level of True Magic to heal a wound caused by the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. Other than True Magic, I only know of one thing that could heal such a wound”.
Archer showed a thinking expression but in his mind his smirk was larger than the Crime Prince of Gotham. Metaphysical cogs were turning in his head, and plan started to form as he spoke.
He gave a slight bow to his Master trying to appear subservient to the man. It didn't seem to work, but asking for his opinion showed that he had information that he could manipulate to his own advantage. Fooling his Master, might be a fun as fooling with Sherlock....
”The only being I know who could even repair a wound caused by those eyes is a very special type of Dead Apostle”, Archer stopped for a moment as the term seemed familiar to the group of superheroes, the smirk in his mind growing even larger as he continued. He couldn't underestimate his Master or the other members of the Justice League, and the elderly looking man knew he had to by his time....
”A Dead Apostle is a term we use in our world for beings that resemble the Vampires of this one. However, this type of Dead Apostle is considered one of the highest Rank beings of our World. They are considered Planet-class Spirits rather than Divine Spirits. They possess the ability to reshape the world around them, and are almost completely immortal. At certain times they have no lines of death and is completely immune to the effects of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception”.
He looked around the room but showed a troubled expression as he spoke.
”Although in this world, where could we find a True Ancestor?.....”.