There was this old tale told among the younger Fraga children, that centuries ago their family had been inflicted one of the worse curses tere can be.

Bad luck

A seemingly innocuous curse but sometimes a little bit of bad luck was all it took to ruin a day, a year or even a life. He was living proof of that, even after all the debacle with his family the world couldn’t let him rest. Oh you are traveling to the USA to escape your family? Whoopsie-daisies your contact mixed your tickets and you ended in japan without knowing the language, Oh you were trying to open a bar? Well too bad you accidentally filled the forms for a café instead, Oh your small business is having a success greater than you anticipated? Here, an unprecedented natural disaster Just. For. You.

And to top it all now he had to deal with a god-forsaken holy grail.

Letting out a sigh he continued to follow Rider, the guy seemed a little crazy seeking to fight an unknown enemy in the middle of the night but perhaps all Heroic Spirits were like that, no that he was really complaining being that Rider appeared to be a High class Servant.

Maybe his luck was finally turning around, and maybe he could even get a quiet night… but he took a step closer to Rider.

Just in case