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"What do you mean I can't be cool?" Maverick argued with his chat, gesturing wildly in the empty chapel. "I'm the protagonist now. I have a trench coat. I have magic. I'm literally the coolest person in this room."
He glanced at Jubstacheit.
The old man rolled his eyes. It wasn't a subtle eye-roll; it was a full, 180-degree rotation of the eyeballs that screamed, 'I am surrounded by idiots.'
Maverick froze.
"Chat," he whispered, genuinely rattled. "Did you see that? The NPC just judged me. He looked at me like I was a piece of gum on his shoe."
[Chat]:[AI_Researcher]: That expression was incredibly nuanced. Micro-expressions of disgust. [Simp_Alert]: Step on me, Grandpa Einzbern. [Kink_Shame]: @Simp_Alert Disgusting. (Same though). [Immersion_Breaker]: It's just a script. Don't overthink it. [Maverick_Fan]: No, usually scripts just ignore the player. This AI reacted to Maverick being annoying.
Jubstacheit sighed, the sound heavy with the weight of carrying an incompetent Master. He beckoned Maverick to follow him behind the altar.
There, etched into the stone floor, was a complex pentagram glowing with faint, magical leylines.
"Place the catalyst in the center," Jubstacheit instructed. "Stand outside the circle. Recite the incantation."
He paused, looking Maverick up and down with skepticism. "You look like you're half-asleep. You probably don't even know the words, do you?"
Before Maverick could defend himself, a holographic prompt appeared with the chant.
"Listen closely," Jubstacheit snapped. "I will not repeat myself. This concerns the fate of the Einzbern family."
"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.""The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.""The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that reaches the Kingdom circulating."
"Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).""Five perfections for each repetition.""And now, let the filled vows be betrayed."
"Heed my words.""My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny.""If you heed the Grail's call, and obey my will and reason, then answer me!"
"I hereby swear.""I will be all the good in the world.""I will be all the evil in the world."
"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance!"
Jubstacheit cleared his throat. "That is the standard incantation. However, if you were foolish enough to summon a Berserker, you would add the lines of Madness Enhancement: 'Yet, thou serves with thine eyes clouded in chaos. Thou, bound in the cage of madness. I am he who chains thee.'"
He glared at Maverick. "But surely, you aren't stupid enough to summon King Arthur as a rabid beast? Stick to the script."
Max, watching from his developer console, grinned. He knew the power of "Chuunibyou"—that Eighth-Grader Syndrome where you desperately want to be special. Making the player recite the chant manually wasn't just for immersion; it was to make them feel ownership. It was embarrassing, sure, but in the heat of the moment? It was exhilarating.
[Chat]:[Cringe_Comp]: Oh god, he has to say it out loud? [Anime_Fan]: DO IT! DO IT WITH PASSION! [Berserker_Gang]: ADD THE MADNESS LINES! SUMMON BERSERKER ARTHUR! DO IT FOR THE MEME! [Tactician]: Don't do it. Berserkers consume insane mana. You'll die. Stick to Saber.
Maverick took a deep breath. He ignored the "Berserker" spammers. He'd died enough today. He wanted a win.
He placed the scabbard, Avalon, in the center of the circle.
He raised his right hand, the Command Spells glowing red.
"Let's go," Maverick muttered. Then, louder:
"Silver and iron to the origin!"
The circle flared with light. A wind picked up inside the closed church, whipping Maverick's coat around his legs.
"Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone!"
His voice grew stronger. The embarrassment vanished, replaced by the rush of the visual effects. The magical energy in the air crackled like static electricity. He could feel it on his skin.
"Heed my words! My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny!"
The light became blinding. The stone floor trembled.
"I hereby swear! I will be all the good in the world! I will be all the evil in the world!"
He screamed the final line, caught up in the moment.
"ARRIVE FROM THE RING OF DETERRENCE, O KEEPER OF THE BALANCE!"
BOOM.
A column of golden light erupted from the floor, blasting through the roof of the church. The sheer pressure forced Maverick to shield his eyes.
Slowly, the light faded. Steam hissed from the scorched stone.
Standing in the center of the circle was a figure.
Armor of polished silver. A blue battle dress trimmed with gold. Blonde hair tied in a practical bun.
The figure opened their eyes. They were emerald green, sharp and regal.
"I ask of you," the knight said, their voice clear and melodious. "Are you my Master?"
Maverick stared. The chat stared.
[STATUS: SABER]True Name: Artoria Pendragon (King Arthur)Gender: FemaleStrength: BEndurance: AAgility: AMana: ALuck: DNoble Phantasm: A++
[Skills]Magic Resistance: ARiding: AInstinct: AMana Burst: ACharisma: B
For ten seconds, nobody said anything. Then, the chat exploded so hard it nearly crashed the stream.
[Chat]:[History_Nerd]: FEMALE?! [Arthur_Simp]: KING ARTHUR IS A GIRL?! [Lore_Master]: WAIT. WHAT. [Waifu_Hunter]: OH NO SHE'S HOT. [Feminist_Icon]: YAAAS QUEEN! SLAY! [Purist]: This is historically inaccurate! Arthur was a dude! [Weeb_Lord]: "Adaptation is not random." Screw history! This is better! [Simp_Nation]: I declare myself a loyal knight of the round table immediately. [Game_Dev]: Look at that model though. The armor detailing. The hair physics. [Relationship_Counselor]: Wait, look at the stats. There's a "Bond Level" meter? Can we... romance King Arthur?
Maverick stood there, his mouth slightly open. He had expected a bearded, grizzled warrior. He got... her.
But looking at her—the steel in her spine, the unwavering gaze—he didn't doubt for a second that she was a King.
He cleared his throat, his face flushing red despite himself.
"Uh... hi," Maverick stammered, completely losing his cool persona. "I'm Maverick. From... uh... Cleveland."
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