Souls Of The Fateless (FGO x God's Wrath OC Series Story)

Picnic Stories

★ Uruk, sunrise ★

Another sign of dawn, the glorious light of day, rose over the city.

A peaceful three days breezed by after the attack; each morning since then, I found myself visiting Meltryllis in the dungeon.

Like the other days, I walked in an indignant wave of my greeting towards Meltyrllis, whose eyebrows were knitted in frustration.

"Another visit? Must you torture me every day?" She focused on me, a playful smirk teeming on her lips contradicting the harsh words.

"I did warn I took a fond interest in you. I thought dancers like yourself love heartfelt attention."

"I never said I hated it... but my legs will start itching to run you through if you visit so often."

Her smirk turned into a mischievous, almost seductive look as my eyes became naturally drawn to the shapely figures.

The way she sat, one leg crossed over the other, further emphasized their toned, slender form, making the joke sound sinister.

Silva
"I'll take the compliment...... now that I think of it, this is the first I've seen your actual legs. ...You're shorter than anticipated."

Despite my expressionless exterior, the icy glare Meltryllis gave was enough to stir a chuckle on the inside.

I sat crisscrossed on the edge of the same bench as her, the only furniture in the cell.

It was small enough just inching a bit closer could end with us being nose to nose.

Meltryllis didn't mind continually sitting off to the side before facing me with an expectant look.

"So, what are you here for?"

"Because I wanted to see you again. Truthfully, I didn't consider how to entertain you...how does a stroll sound?"

"Your idiocy seems to know no limits. Honestly, do you believe Mr. high and mighty will let me walk right out?"

"Seems to me he doesn't much care. There isn't a guard watching you, which speaks the ongoing war is much more important to him than keeping you contained."

"Your cell is accessible, and near the door, it's almost as if archer knew I'd come to steal you away."

"So, what it'll be, Meltryllis?"

(Mesopotamia Coastline)

The salty ocean breeze was a welcoming comfort. At her request, Meltryllis was a passenger on my back as I flew over the large body of liquid.

My wings gleamed and shone off the water, distorting our reflections. Meltryllis's great laugh echoed around us like a happy child as she laid down, reaching her arms for the sky.

"I've missed this place quite a bit. Who knew riding a dragon over the ocean could be so relaxing?"

"Hey, land over there," She slid up, peering over my head pointing towards a plateau where the watchtower sat.

Immediately upon landing, Meltryllis disembarked, reattaching the metal legs, returning to life, dancing upon the waves.

"Are you sure saving her was for the best?" Typhoon chipped in, their voice speaking for the first time this week.

"You ask that of all my decisions," I stated, bringing him to eye level.

"I wish I could care less, but your recklessness won't allow it."

"Once she stabs you in the ass, don't come complaining, seeking consolation from me."

"As someone who can't console themselves, that's rather hypocritical. Let's not forget the many nights you've pitifully cried yourself to sleep, all five hundred and seventy-three."