T.n; There is also a side story about Emiya Alter in Rhodes island with a total of 19 chapter but only 11 are available and here they are.
"You are the Master? Hm? A child? And what is with those donkey ears?"
In a wasteland, a tall man with dark skin looked at the pair of ears on the girl before him, ears that humans in his understanding should not possess, and showed a puzzled expression.
"Donkey? I am a Cautus. My name is Amiya, what about you? Mr. Black… Sarkaz sir?"
The questioned Amiya tilted her head in confusion. In her understanding, there was no such race as donkeys. To be more precise, she had never even heard the word before.
Out of politeness, she introduced herself first. As for why she thought the man was a Sarkaz, the reason was simple. Many Sarkaz were active in this area, and the man before her had no especially obvious traits otherwise, so it was natural to assume he was one of them.
After all, some Sarkaz would cut off their horns and tails for missions or other reasons.
Unfortunately, it seemed she had guessed wrong.
"Cautus… Sarkaz? Hm… so that is how it is? How ridiculous, sending someone like me here?"
The man first repeated the two keywords Amiya mentioned in confusion. Then he suddenly felt a headache and covered his head with one hand.
Drops of cold sweat appeared, and the veins on his forehead bulged out, making him look rather frightening. Only after several seconds did he calm down, muttering to himself in an extremely mocking tone.
"…Are you alright? Mr. Black."
Watching the man suddenly look as though he was in pain and then start talking to himself, Amiya only found him strange.
The reason she called him Mr. Black was simple as well. Aside from his hair and eyes, almost everything about him was black. His skin, his clothes, nearly all of it was pitch black.
Only the golden patterns on his clothes and the objects on his hands that looked like handcuffs added a little color besides black.
Hm… handcuffs? Was he a bad person?
Thinking of this, Amiya quietly stepped back two paces.
"I am fine… just call me Archer."
Coming back to his senses and noticing the wary look on Amiya's face, Archer finally introduced himself.
"Mr. A-cha? That is a strange name. Or is it a codename?"
After hearing his name, Amiya's first reaction was that it sounded strange. Then she realized it was probably a codename.
"It is a codename indeed. I forgot my real name long ago."
While casually exchanging a few words with Amiya, Archer also sorted through the various pieces of knowledge that had suddenly surfaced in his mind.
First, it was certain that he had descended in the form of a Servant, while the back of Amiya's hand bore a bright red Command Seal.
That meant she had most likely been drawn into a Holy Grail War.
As for the terms Cautus and Sarkaz, they were probably names for groups of people.
In other words, he was most likely in a place where humans all had animal ears growing from their heads.
Perhaps it was some kind of parallel world.
And he was currently in a place filled with people with various animal ears, created by insane scientists?
Before Archer could continue thinking, the sound of something moving through the air at high speed reached him. He immediately stepped between Amiya and the approaching figure.
Then came a cold female voice:
"Mon3tr! Protect Amiya!"
An angry roar
At the command, the gigantic black monster charged toward Archer.
"Trace on—"
Black and white twin blades appeared in his hands as the man blocked the black monster's claws.
"A mage? A familiar?"
Archer easily held back Mon3tr's claws without making any further move.
After all, before attacking, the other party had said to protect Amiya.
The person was very likely his little Master's guardian, so naturally he would not overstep his bounds.
"Doctor Kal'tsit! This Black gentleman does not have any ill intentions!"
As Archer and Mon3tr remained locked in a stalemate, Amiya hurriedly spoke.
Although the man looked rather frightening, Amiya clearly understood that he did not bear any hostility. Though he did not possess much kindness either.
"No ill intentions?"
At this moment, Kal'tsit absolutely did not believe the man before her truly meant no harm. The timing was simply too sensitive.
Theresa had died, the Doctor had been severely injured and entered the sarcophagus, and Amiya had inherited the power of the Demon King from Theresa…
And the people active in this region were mostly Sarkaz. The man before them might have come to seize Amiya and offer her to Theresis, or perhaps he intended to kill them all outright.
"Um…"
Seeing the situation completely deadlocked, Amiya had no idea how to explain Archer's origins.
Just moments ago she had merely been standing there when the back of her hand suddenly grew hot, and then he appeared with a whoosh.
Her Originium Arts allowed her to clearly sense that the man before her held no hostility, but there were also many intense negative emotions within him, making it difficult to call him a good person.
But at the very least, he was not an enemy. That much she could confirm.
"You should go over there. Looking at her expression, she seems ready to chop me into pieces."
Seeing Amiya stammering helplessly, Archer directly made the decision for her.
Continuing this stalemate was not going to solve anything.
"Alright."
After receiving Archer's instruction, Amiya jogged toward Kal'tsit.
The oversized coat she wore did not fit her at all and seriously affected her movement speed.
Fortunately, the distance was not far. After she ran behind the woman named Kal'tsit, the black crystalline monster before Archer slowly retreated.
Although it stepped back, it still remained wary of the man who had been able to withstand its assault.
"Can we talk properly now?"
Seeing the atmosphere ease slightly, Archer let out a faint snort and asked.
Anyone would be in a bad mood after suddenly being attacked like that.
If not for the fact that the attacker was someone his Master knew, what he had pulled out earlier would not have been twin swords, but twin guns.
"What is your objective?"
Making a gesture, Kal'tsit instructed Mon3tr to move back in front of her, positioning itself between her and the strange man.
That way, even if he attacked, she would have time to react.
"Why not ask the Amiya beside you? She was the one who summoned me, you know?"
The black Archer shrugged as he spoke.
He himself had not figured out the current situation yet. Judging from the circumstances, the two of them seemed unaware of the rules of the Holy Grail War. Were they merely ordinary people dragged into it?
If it was the latter, then things would become troublesome. Magi were trash who would devour people without leaving even bones behind, especially since the two before him possessed appearances different from ordinary humans.
"..."
Hearing Archer's words, Kal'tsit turned toward Amiya and also noticed the conspicuous red crown-shaped pattern on the back of her right hand.
Seeing the symbol, Kal'tsit frowned.
What exactly was the purpose behind the appearance of this thing at such a time?
"My right hand suddenly became hot just now, and then this Black gentleman appeared."
Facing Kal'tsit's questioning gaze, Amiya honestly explained everything that had happened.
"I already said it is Archer. Does that strange nickname not sound awkward to say? Even I feel uncomfortable hearing it."
Hearing Amiya continue using that odd title, Archer spoke with a helpless expression.
At the same time, he was also saying it for the guardian standing beside her to hear.
"Archer? An archer-class warrior? No racial traits… are you an Aegir? How strange…"
Frowning, Kal'tsit rapidly analyzed the current situation.
The strange red marking on Amiya's hand was something she had never seen before, while the man before her lacked any racial characteristics at all. The only possibilities were Sarkaz or Aegir.
But the Originium Arts he had just used were also unusual. The twin swords had appeared from nowhere, and disappeared the moment he discarded them.
When he threw away the weapons, Kal'tsit had considered having Mon3tr suppress him, but with Amiya present, she did not want the situation to worsen beyond recovery.
After all, she had not come here to fight. Her goal was to bring Mr. Blood onto the island.
"Likewise. The pair of ears on your heads are pretty strange too."
Hearing Kal'tsit call him strange, Archer replied in kind.
"..."
After hearing Archer's response, Kal'tsit glanced at Amiya and began thinking.
Faced with this situation, the best option would naturally be to ignore his existence. After all, she had no time to gather information about him right now.
The current Babel… or rather, Rhodes Island, could not withstand further turmoil. If even Amiya encountered trouble, it would be an extremely heavy blow to Rhodes Island.
"It is fine, Doctor Kal'tsit. You should go handle your own matters first. I will have a proper talk with this black-and… mm, Mr. A-cha."
Noticing Kal'tsit's gaze, Amiya sensed the anxiety in her emotions, so she suggested that Kal'tsit continue searching for the person she needed while Amiya handled the man before them herself.
Although his attitude seemed rather unfriendly, Amiya was certain that he held no hostility toward her. At the very least, he bore goodwill toward her.
Perhaps it was related to the thing on her right hand.
"My business is not urgent. We already finished most of the negotiations just now. She will definitely come with us, and the remaining matters can be left to the other operators."
Clearly, Kal'tsit had no intention of allowing Amiya to remain alone with such a suspicious figure, and directly pushed the work onto the others.
"..."
Hearing Kal'tsit say that, Amiya nearly failed to process it.
After all, it did not sound like something Kal'tsit would normally say.
But considering it was to avoid leaving her alone with a suspicious person, it somehow sounded a little reasonable.
"Operators? So you belong to some organization. The people surrounding us are all your people, then? You can tell them to stand down. Otherwise I am worried I might not be able to resist dealing with them first."
Unlike the tense and guarded atmosphere on Kal'tsit's side, Archer appeared completely relaxed. He crossed his arms and leaned against a tree trunk, waiting for his Master and her guardian to reach a conclusion while also organizing the information he had gathered so far.
Of course, he had not lowered his guard toward the surroundings. The moment Kal'tsit acted, he had already noticed the other people nearby. They simply had not made a move yet.
Being targeted by things resembling magecraft, along with firearms and crossbows, posed almost no threat to him, so he had not paid them much attention.
As for his young Master, she was being protected by a gigantic black monster, so there was no need for him to worry.
That was why he could remain so relaxed.
After all, the reason he had been summoned here was not, as usual, to act as a cleaner carrying out extermination work, but seemingly because he had been called forth by something similar to the Holy Grail War system.
Until he figured out his Master's faction and objectives, he would only provide the bare minimum level of protection… though perhaps he could raise it slightly, considering she was a young Master and his impression of her so far was not bad.
"Sorry. We have our own difficulties on our side as well. As long as you do not make any suspicious moves, the operators will not attack."
Kal'tsit did not order the operators to lower their weapons just because of his words, even if Amiya trusted him.
"Then do whatever you want. If it makes you happy. Though those people in the distance with horns and ragged clothes are not with your group, right?"
Archer shrugged indifferently and pointed in a certain direction.
The reason he assumed they were not allies was because he judged from the clothing worn by Amiya and the "operators" hiding around them.
He had to admit, these people dressed rather strangely.
Though he was hardly in a position to judge others himself.
"My personal suggestion is that you stop wasting energy on me and focus on dealing with those people instead."
After saying that, Archer's entire body transformed into blue particles of magical energy and disappeared before the group.
Since they did not trust him, there was no need for him to remain in front of them and worsen the atmosphere.
In spirit form, if anything happened, he could still move immediately to protect his young Master.
"An invisibility-type Originium Art? Mon3tr, protect Amiya. Ascalon, take the others and deal with those people."
Watching the man vanish directly before her eyes, Kal'tsit immediately mobilized the operators to handle the enemies behind them.
Although the person calling himself Archer had an unpleasant attitude, he indeed showed no intention of attacking. Someone capable of easily holding back Mon3tr could have attacked Amiya from that distance without any way for them to stop him.
And his decision to disappear on his own also relieved some of the pressure on Ascalon and the other operators.
After all, aside from her, many people still had not recovered from the fall of Babel.