Fate Series Servants Novels & Stories

Quietly, I whispered, “Wendy, no matter what comes our way, I’ll always be right here with you.” She glanced at me with a playful smirk. “What’s gotten into you today? Too much sun?” I didn’t reply. I just smiled and gazed at her radiant face, silently making a vow. I had been given a second chance at life, and I wouldn’t make the same mistakes. I would stand by her, cherish her, and right every wrong I had made. As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of gold and amber, the sea breeze carried a hint of evening’s chill.

I hardly look at the face of any of them when I’m at a gathering neither does anyone, I guess. I hardly know the servants at the palace in Avalor, apart from my maid and a few others. My personal was slaughtered brutally along with the others who Damien and his men killed. Rest her soul. Servants come and go so it is hard to take notice of their different faces. To be honest they all look the same to me. This is one of the things that Gives me hope that I will be successful in my mission tonight if I don’t draw any attention to myself. I go around serving food to these people and it seems to be going well.

Charles sighed regretfully. “Please, don’t feel guilty. I know you are doing everything you can. The only reason I haven’t lost hope in meeting His Grace is because of you.” A smile brightened Charles’s face. Receiving praise from a noble lady for his work was a rare delight. It motivated him to try even harder. “I will do everything I can for you, miss.” “I am deeply grateful for your service, Barkley.” Before Charles could notice how time had flown, a servant hurried in and whispered something in his ear. Apologizing, he asked Isabella to wait for him in the sitting room and quickly left.

The Festival of Fools The palace was awe-inspiring, its golden minarets climbing up towards heaven. I flew overhead, circling above the party, hidden in the night’s darkness. Below, humans danced under the moonlight, their laughter a symphony of ignorance. Nobles in dazzling gowns and luxurious robes filled the courtyard, cheeks stained with wine and indulgence. But my gaze found only one. Prince Fred. He wore silver-trimmed armor, his dark locks framing a face carved with quiet strength. Unlike the others, he was still, unreadable. There was something in his eyes—something that made the fire within me coil with curiosity.

Asher and I immediately signaled our understanding of his unspoken command. "Yes, sir." "Then you may be on your way. You are dismissed from the premises, Shitta. We appreciate your efforts and you, along with the others, will be duly compensated. You may all leave." "Sir?" Shitta stuttered, his voice wavering. "What about the demon?" "We will handle it alone. As you said, one cannot fight an unseen enemy. Are there any fatalities among the men?" "Ten dead so far. We are still counting. The survivors are brutally maimed."

The first servant asked, returning from the partition holding Camila’s bath. “I don’t know. The first name that popped into my mind was maybe a story I once read.” Camila said, dismissing it. “You can read?” The other servant asked with surprise. “Yes, you?” Camila asked. They both shook their heads. ‘How could such a thing be possible, they were lowly servants, slaves before being bought by the Flowing Sword Sect.’ The two girls thought to themselves as Camila frowned and entered her bath. “What are your names?” Camila asked.

After a few minutes, Chaos gathered with all the servants in the castle, but the only two that could actually talk were Belphegor and the two skeletons, Oserius and Padhur. The rest were a dozen of living statues, some living armor, a large group of very weak will-o-wisps, and three living brooms that never did their job well, so everything was dusty. Unlike the three Undead, these servants were weaker, the strongest being Ainz's Statue, which was a B-Rank Monster, the rest varied from E-Rank to D-Rank. In this little meeting, Chaos announced to everyone that from now on they could casually address him as Chaos, albeit everyone would still call him "lord" anyways.

Any thoughts about her could lead to their death! Of the two men, one was extremely tall and the other was extremely short. The tall man was slim and lanky. His muscles weren’t well defined, neither was his face the most pleasant thing to behold. He was hunched over, and his arms were much longer than his legs, so much so that they were almost dragging on the floor. He was average looking at best, and his strange frame kept people away from him. This tall man a High Level Divine Servant at the 7th stage of the Nobility Realm. He was a master of no weapons other than his own body. For his long nails were refined and sharper than many Mid-Level Weapons and comparable to High level Weapons. And

Even the men who fought alongside him did not dare stand within half a meter of him. Vivian was terrified of him. Even after becoming his wife, she would scream in panic whenever he came near. That pitiful man was now leading his soldiers in a brutal sweep, eliminating the remaining enemies. He stood far away from me, yet the voice he called out carried clearly, unexpectedly pleasant to the ear. "Ma'am, I am Caporegime Marco Santoro. Do not be afraid. I will escort you home." Suppressing the fear rising in my chest, I lowered my head slightly, my tone filled with gratitude.

“ This is my private matter, don't ask why.” Lina spoke with a voice to the maid, the maid was scared and cowered because Lina had been very gentle with the maid before, but since waking up from the coma, her temperament had completely changed. After a while, Lina handed it to her maidservant, Ceto, and instructed her: “You go investigate the person in this picture, then find a way to destroy her for me.” “ Yes, lady, I understand.” “Remember, by all means, let it disappear.”