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[center][b][h1]Interlude III[/h1][/b][/center]
[center][h2][Remains of Tragedy / Reparation for victory (1)][/h2][/center]
[center][h2]Ruler ?[/h2][/center]
[center][h2]Burning Miyama Town[/h2][/center]


The trouble in Miyama was something that could not be ignored. The threat to the ritual could not be ignored. The role of a Ruler, his role in this war was the preservation of the authority of the grail, to protect the ritual.

As such the fire was something that he could not allow to spread or continue burning.

As a hero his role was that of one who saved people, who conquered monsters and vanquished evils. Calamities beyond mankind’s ability to overcome, forces that were far beyond human limits. 

This was an absolute terror and evil visited upon the world and people, a great calamity visited upon the people of Miyama town, no, Fuyuki City. People burned, houses were being swept up by the flames. The battling servants only added to its strength and their continued disputes and battles only threatened to make things worse.

So he had to act, and put a stop to it. It was not only a matter of duty, It was a need, a call that he had to answer. A hero could not look upon such injustice and not act. A hero could not see such horror and remain unmoved.

So that is why he could not let a servant stand before him, nor would not. This fight was different from the one with that Caster. While the Lancer before him was a participant that Ruler should avoid fighting, the fact remained that the highest priority was the sanctity and safety of the Holy Grail War. It was not a battle that he should have, but it was a battle that he would earnestly fight. The Lancer had become an obstruction to Ruler. Just like that Caster. Yet the transgression that Lancer was committing was far greater.

From his satchel came a weapon, a great golden axe the size of many normal men. His cursed body hefted it with ease and his great power before he burst into a charge that left the winds screeching in torture. With godly speed the axe fell upon Lancer, and as a natural result the blow that would shake the foundations of the entire district sent the young boy flying. The power from the strike rippled out into their surroundings, and what was in their near vicinity that was not shredded into bits was sent high into the air like the star-like bolts that had marked the beginning of the war.

In a sense they were what declared the beginning of a new conflict, and resolution. That this was a incident that would be seen to personally by him.

Yet…

There was a sliver of surprise that flickered through Ruler’s mind. It was not enough to make him halt or hesitate, and he charged in again, following the wake of the blow. That strike had surely hit, yet it was met with a force practically equal. That was far from the strength that had been attributed by the servant. Yet that the blow had matched his own was an undeniable truth.

The flames licked at Ruler’s body, yet did not even leave a single burn, not even the slightest hint that would be a small bother like the bite of a insect. Let alone what the great scorching flames that burned even the soul would surely bring.

It was not that his body resisted these flames. It was simply that these flames could not burn him at all.

An unfortunate consequence came from this as the curse of Ruler’s body was leeched, bound to the flames as a divine mystery now spread into it.

But Ruler stood unharmed, even as he moved further into the flaming town.

Ah, so that was it. That armor, that servant. In this fire, in the midst of this tragedy it now made sense how he could stand against him. Yet that did not change anything. But perhaps now this child could give him a small amount of enjoyment in battle.