Look here... Savior of Humanity... For we are impressed by your dedication in saving this world...
OUR world... and so we adhere our lives before you, the living and the dead...
for we serve with the one volition and that is to obey our Master... Even if our Master was the only one left...
Even if all your servants were to be perished... Even if the world is upside down...
Even if the humanity will be compose of only you... Even if the world abandoned you... Even if the world was against you...
as long as you remember US Contractor... OUR Contract...
we, the servants whose name forged upon the forgotten and lost... we, the servants who only exist in the alternate side of the world...
we, the servants forgotten by the reality ... no matter what, as long as you have the will to live... we will come for you...

Prologue: The Player

Animusphere knew that his life was being threatened to be killed but he didn't care. As long as the Chaldea is successful he is more than willing to sacrifice his own life for the sake of prolonging the Chaldea. He knew he will be assassinated sooner the more he became vulnerable at the moment notice.

He loved Chaldea as much as he loved his daughter. So much is his affection that he secretly summoned a Servant he can trust prior to Da Vinci without the Chaldea's notice. His secret third, no, fourth servant so far. What he was doing might leave a bad reputation on Him but why would he care when he will be dead the moment they discover his new Servant.

The Servants currently registered in Chaldea are enough as he knew but why would he go to so much length to summon a Servant in hidden sight? Nevertheless, summoning a Servant without a permission was beyond ridiculous already, what more can he defy?

Only one random answer; his guts told him so and nothing else more. A man of magecraft and science, who was willing to believe his own gut feeling? Preposterous but what's done has already been done.

This Servant, whoever it was, obligated Animusphere into preparing his role and purpose to be given to the Heroic Spirit when that time comes.

In order to finish things up, he ordered his Servant to hid in a secret room that no one knew but hum and only he knew the location of this room. He knew this because he also dabbled with the architecture.

Inside Chaldea in secrecy, all are ready for Animusphere, in one final stand. He looked through the eyes of his latest Servant, his command codes on the back of his hand glow as he willed his thoughts.

"We might have met recently, Saber … and our meetings are quite abrupt. Please pardon this poor man." His voice is subdued but his eyes are gentle. His Servant just nodded in understanding.

"… From this moment from now on, you will no longer serve but to my Chaldea itself."

Animusphere smiled, as if he was attempting to soothe his Servant. A mark on his seal glowed in sudden radiance.

"As a parting gift. I will give you something that will aid you in your journey."
The Director breathed deeply.

"Thou shall *** ****** *** ****!"

A part of the mark of his command seals was consumed.

"Thou shall ******* ******* ** *** ***!"

Another part of his command seals was consumed.

"Lastly, thou shall **** **** ********!"

The last part of his seal were gone and he was finally satisfied. His proof of being a Master were now gone.

The Servant, after receiving the blessing from his former Master, retreated back into the room prepared by Animusphere. There, the Servant stood valiantly, staring toward the former Master, who was still smiling confidently.

After making sure everything is alright, Animusphere step back, as if he was magnified by his own creation. The hidden door closed slowly as the Heroic Spirit was swallowed by darkness, but the Servant care less.

Eventually, everything returned to how it was, a normal, forgetful corridor, with no traces of how it was a secret door leading to a small room. Animusphere doesn't know how the Servant will react once the Heroic Servant will be sealed there for so long that Animusphere will never knew when but he believed in the Servant.

The room was a total sound proof, combination of a silencing spell and wise use of a structure. Also, to make sure it will be left alone for so long, He added additional seals that will expire in due time. He believe that it is not the time today but in the future.

"So long, my Servant." He whispered his last words before he went on to his way and cared no more. His task has been fulfilled and he is now ready for any moment even the day his life will be doomed.

His own little secret will be kept anyway when his mouth will be shut forever.

Little did he know, that this small, oblivious act has already created gigantic ripples of changes in the future.

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On **/**/2014, Animusphere's greatest expectation came true… he was assassinated in his own office.

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