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“Maiya, if you pace any faster, I think the chapel will have a new hole in the floor.” Kiritsugu told her, playing with the cigarette in his hand. Maiya kept moving, but slowed down for his sake. He really shouldn’t be worrying about her right now. Their wife was in labor, and they both didn’t have the heart to be present for their child’s birth. Maiya didn’t know Kerry’s reasoning, but she couldn’t bear the possibility of losing another child. Her precious baby boy…
She heard Kiritsugu get up from the carpeted steps leading to the altar, his shoes shuffled across the floor as he approached. Kerry placed a hand on her shoulder, and she stopped, waiting, listening for what he was going to say.
“Breathe. Iri’s strong. She’ll be okay.” Maiya nodded instinctively, the words going in one ear and out the other. She knew that Irisviel was going to be okay. She knew that but couldn’t stop her thoughts from spiraling. What if Iri didn’t make it? What if something happened to the baby? What if…Maiya didn’t get a chance to finish her thought as Kiritsugu squeezed her shoulder softly, grounding her.
“I know.” She stated, the words flying from her mouth before she could understand what she was saying. Her hand gripped the cloth in her pocket tightly, playing with the polyester fabric. She would have a cigarette, but Iri didn’t like it when she and Kerry smoked in the house. “I know.” She repeated, trying to reassure herself rather than her husband. Kiritsugu took her other hand, running his fingers over her knuckles to steady her. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, squeezing his hand three times. An ‘I love you’ passed silently between them. He pressed his forehead against hers, listening to her slowly calm down. “Kerry–”
The doors to the chapel creaked open and Maiya pulled away instantly, reaching for the handgun on her belt. Kiritsugu grabbed her wrist and shook his head. She was in the Einzbern Castle, no one was going to hurt her here. She was safe. He let go and watched as her hand hesitantly returned to her side. Now that he was sure Maiya wasn’t going to shoot anyone, Kiritsugu turned his attention to the chapel entrance. A homunculus maid had just entered, out of breath from running across the castle. Kiritsugu moved in front of his partner to address the servant, giving her time to calm down. Maiya was still on edge, surveying the room like a hawk. She was not in the right headspace to talk to anyone.
“Master Kiritsugu! And Lady Maiya too! Good, you’re both here!” The homunculus exclaimed, catching her breath.
“What is it?” Kiritsugu asked, watching as a smile appeared on her face. Maiya’s eyes locked on to the figure in the doorway, attentive as always.
“Your child has been born.”
She didn’t wait for her husband as she pushed past the maid and sprinted toward the bedroom. Maiya was pretty sure that was the fastest she had ever moved in her whole life. She paused in front of the doorway, her hand stopping right above the handle. She couldn’t just barge in and make a ton of noise. Maiya took a deep breath and then another, trying to steady her trembling hand.
“You can do this. She’s safe.” Maiya said under her breath. With one last deep breath, she pushed open the door. Inside, Irisviel was sitting up in bed, their bed, holding their baby. Maiya moved swiftly but quietly, trying to watch how loud her boots were on the tile floor.
“Oh Maiya, you didn’t have to run.” Irisviel smiled at her warmly, her sparkled like rubies as she gazed at her fondly.
“I didn’t, Madam.” Maiya shook her head, the lie falling all too easily from her lips. Her wife should be focusing on the baby, not her.
“But you did. Your hair is all messy.” Iri pointed out, in her no-nonsense playful tone of voice. Maiya sat at the edge of the bed, as her wife carefully moved her hair back in place. Even after giving birth, Irisviel was still carving out time just for her. “There. Much better now.”
“How are you feeling?” Maiya gripped the pink comforter tightly, afraid of the answer. Although Iri looked healthy, homunculi were fragile. If there was a complication, Iri’s life could be in danger.
“I’m alright, just a bit tired.” Irisviel placed a hand over one of Maiya’s. “I promise, I’m fine.”
“Good. That’s…that’s good.” She breathed a small sigh of relief, finally getting the courage to look at her daughter. Small, at least, smaller than what her son, Karim, had been like when he was born. Small but healthy. Little tufts of white hair could be seen atop the baby’s head. “What’s her name?”
“You’ll have to be a little patient, my love. I want both of you to present.” Irisviel ran her fingers over Maiya’s knuckles. “I’m surprised you came by yourself. Didn’t feel like waiting for Kerry?”
“Madam…Iri, that’s not–”
“I know, I know. I’m just teasing you. You and Kerry are so serious.” Iri laughed, her voice filling the room like music. “Do you want to hold her?”
“No, I shouldn’t–”
“You’re not taking her away from me. She’s your daughter, too, you know.” Irisviel stated. “You have every right to hold her.”
Maiya shifted more onto the bed, sitting right next to her wife. Irisviel gently placed the child in her arms, smiling all the while. Maiya could feel it, feel the love in her heart as it swelled up like it was going to burst from her chest. It was her daughter. Hers, and Irisviel’s, and Kiritsugu’s. Their little family of four.
Maiya stayed like that for a while before returning the child to Irisviel. She rested her head on Iri’s shoulder, talking about whatever came to mind. Her latest mission across the world, what her and Kiritsugu did while they waited, literally anything she could think of. Maiya had fallen asleep after a while, only to be awoken by the sound of the bedroom doors opening. She jolted awake, almost falling off the bed in her panic. Upon seeing it was Kiritsugu, though, she returned to her previously comfortable position.
Kerry walked right over to them, giving them both a quick kiss on the lips. Maiya could taste the remnants of nicotine on his breath and no doubt Iri did too seeing the look she was giving him. He gave an apologetic smile before giving the baby a kiss on the forehead. Had she not known him as well as she did, she would’ve missed the sad look in his eyes.
“Come sit.” Maiya gestured to an open spot on the bed. He seemed to consider it for a moment, before ultimately walking toward the window nearby to watch the blizzard. Silence enveloped the room for a while before Irisviel spoke.
“It took you a while, Kerry. It’s rude to keep your wives and daughter waiting, you know.” She teased. A glint of amusement crossed his features for a split second, before returning to normal.
“My apologies, Iri. Someone got a little too excited and ran off without me.” Kiritsugu sighed, throwing Maiya under the bus. She simply hummed at this, not bothering to engage in the banter between the two. That was their expression of love toward each other. Maiya wasn’t too good with words. “So, how is she?”
“She’s so cute. She’s adorable, and so small. So very delicate.” Irisviel replied, focusing on her daughter. “Look, Kerry. She has your eyes. And I bet she has Maiya’s spirit.” The homunculus glanced over and Kiritsugu had not moved, his expression staying emotionless. She turned to Maiya, who was smiling fondly at her daughter. “She’s beautiful. I’m so happy that I could give birth to her.”
“Iri, I…” Kiritsugu mumbled, trailing off. Iri turned her attention to him once more, listening intently. Maiya sat up, knowing what was coming next. “I will be the cause of your death.” The words made something twist in Maiya’s stomach. She knew that, she already knew and yet…
“I know.” Iri said at last, looking away. “The Einzberns have dreamed of the day. It is the very reason I exist. When I came to know your ideals, I made your wish my own. You made me who I am today. You have guided me on my path. You offered me a better life than that of a simple puppet. You needn’t pity me, because I am part of both of you. So–”
“Madam! But–” Maiya and Kiritsugu’s voices rang out at the same time, cutting her off. Maiya understood duty, she understood it very well. But she could not bear to see someone she loved be content to die in such a way.
“I have no right to hold that child.” Kiristugu finished his sentence, seeing how Maiya was done talking. He clenched his fist, not even bothering to look at the dark red Command Seals etched onto the back of his hand. “None.”
“Kerry, don’t forget. You’re striving to make a whole new world where no one cries. This is what your whole life has been about. Eight more years, and your fight will come to an end, and our ideal will become reality. The Holy Grail will save you. I’m certain of it. So take this child, Ilyasviel, and hold her close. Hold her and be proud, like any other father would be.”
These words seemed to strike a chord with him, and he finally walked over to hold his daughter. Maiya moved closer to Irisviel to make room for him as he gently held Ilyasviel in his arms.
“You and Maiya were so hesitant to hold her.” Iri told him. “She looked like a deer in headlights.”
“Madam…” Maiya grumbled, a slight frown appeared on her face. “I did not.”
“You did too.” She laughed as Kerry smiled, watching them. “But that’s alright, I understand. I know your boy would have been a wonderful addition to our family, Maiya. You wanted to name him Karim, right?”
Maiya nodded, lost in thought about what could’ve been. What should’ve been. Her little family of four should be a family of five. And it still could be, as Irisviel pointed out to her again and again. Karim could still be alive, she just had to find him. But for now, Maiya would focus on what was in front of her and win this Grail War for her family. This was her deepest wish, what she held close to her heart. And she failed to notice the burning sensation on her hand, as the Grail reacted in kind.
Eight years had passed since Ilyasviel had been born and the Fourth Holy Grail War was fast approaching. Raising a child was challenging to say the least, but Maiya wouldn’t give it up for anything. She still traveled quite a bit, doing missions on Kiritsugu’s behalf while he stayed at Einzbern Castle with Iri and Ilya. She had returned to the Castle a few days ago to go over the plan for the Grail War. Maiya met her partners in the study, bringing a chair over and sitting next to Kiritsugu. Irisviel stood next to her as Kerry gathered the papers.
“Let’s go over what we know. Of the seven masters the Grail will choose, we have identified four of them.” He told them, as Maiya adjusted the fingerless glove on her right hand. “Tohsaka Tokiomi, Tohsaka family head. Fire mage, uses jewel magic, very formidable.” He was in an expensive looking red suit, and judging from the picture alone, he seemed to exude an aura of confidence. Typical mage family head.
“Kariya Matou.” Maiya read aloud, looking at the next paper. A man around her age, maybe a little younger. “He left the family a few years ago and has been made a Master. The Matou are desperate.” She moved on to the next person before Kerry could speak. “Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald. Wind and water affinity. He’s a top expert in necromancy, summoning, and alchemy.” A distinguished mage who taught at the Clocktower in London.
“Next is Kiritsugu Emiya. Newest member of the Einzbern family and their trump card, and the man that we love.” Irisviel interrupted with a smile. She glanced at Maiya briefly, her gaze lingering a little longer than the usual quick glances she gave. Iri knew what Kerry did not. Of course she did, she’s the vessel for the Lesser Grail after all.
“The fifth Master is representing the Holy Church. His name is Kotomine Kirei.” Kiritsugu explained.
“He’s from the Church?” Iri questioned, unsure if she heard that right.
“He’s the son of the overseer, Father Risei Kotomine. He’s also got a brother, Shirou Kotomine, who’s an executioner for the Church.” Maiya added, pulling up images on the computer.
“Reports say Kotomine Kirei studied under Tohsaka Tokiomi three years ago, and split ways with him after his Command Seals appeared.” Kiritsugu said.
“Did something happen?” Irisivel asked, not seeing anything else written down about the situation. Kerry flipped the paper over before handing it over for her to read. “Kirei Kotomine followed his father on pilgrimages around the world since childhood, graduated from the St. Ignatius School of Divinity in Manresa, skipped two years, and graduated valedictorian. He sounds pretty impressive.”
“That's what it seems like. He suddenly left that life behind and joined the Holy Church’s Eighth Sacrament Assembly. However, if he wanted to do that from the beginning, he would’ve pursued that path sooner. He was an inquisitor at one point, changing positions three times before he ended up at the same place as his father and brother.” Maiya pulled up her notes on the desk computer, showing her research. “He studied so many types of magecraft.”
“But then he switches to another field and never looks back. It’s–It’s as if he throws away everything he’s learned like yesterday’s trash. Iri, Maiya, this man, Kotomine Kirei, terrifies me. He’s never shown any passion for anything at all in his life. He believes in absolutely nothing. He has no deep desire, no wish of any kind to be granted. A man like that–Why would he put his life at risk to get the Holy Grail?” Kiritsugu wondered aloud.
“But the Grail chose him to be one of its seven masters for this war.” Irisviel pointed out.
“You’re right, he must have some reason we don’t know about to want the Grail. But I can’t even begin to imagine what it is, and that terrifies me.”
“You have nothing to fear, Kerry. I am here for you and so is Maiya. If Kirei is truly as terrifying as he sounds, we’ll help you defeat him.” Maiya nodded at her words, letting her wife do all the talking. Iri was better at this, this comforting people thing. And Maiya…Maiya was not.
“Thank you, Iri.” Kiritisugu gave her a quick kiss. “I should probably go find Ilya. I promised that I’d play with her today.”
“Don’t forget the Einzbern Elder wants to meet us all later.” Maiya reminded him. That wasn’t what she had intended to say. She had wanted to comfort him, but instead found herself talking about business as usual. He nodded with a smile and left the study, leaving the two women alone. “Madam, I–”
“Dance with me, Maiya.” The request was so sudden it stopped Maiya’s train of thought. Irisviel took her hand and walked her to the middle of the study. Iri just wanted to talk but Maiya was still unaccustomed to such things due to her upbringing. She wanted to tell her that everything was going to be okay; that she was safe. And one of the ways to calm Maiya down was to keep her busy. She worried too much for Irisviel’s liking.
“Madam, I did not mean to hide this from you.” Maiya whispered, focusing more on making sure she didn’t step on her wife’s feet.
“I know. It’s easier for you to stay quiet about difficult things, right?”
“Right. Back then, we were told to keep our feelings to ourselves. Turn off our minds and follow orders.” As she said these words it was like she was back in her home country with blood caking her clothes and the sound of bombs ringing in her ears. She shook her head, narrowly avoiding tripping on the rug.
“Maiya, may I ask why you hid this from us?” Iri squeezed her hand gently. “You don’t have to talk about this anymore if you don’t want to, but it might help you process everything.”
“I…” Maiya stopped in her tracks, slipping her hands out of Irisviel’s cold fingers. “If I tell him about the Command Seals…it’ll ruin our relationship.” The words came out at barely a whisper and Iri thought Maiya was going to cry. “I don’t want to stand in the way of Kiritsugu’s dream.”
“Why would you think such a thing?” Irisviel approached to give her a hug but stopped when Maiya shuffled backwards. Her shoulders were hunched over, mumbling in a language Iri didn’t recognize.
“I’m no good at this marriage thing!” Maiya yelled in English, the volume of her voice startled her but she couldn’t stop talking now that she had started. “This delicate thing between the three of us; I don’t belong! I don’t want to be a Master! An–And if I summon a Servant, Kiritsu–Sir will be my enemy! It’d be better if I said nothing at all! That way we can keep up this illusion for as long as possible!”
“Oh, Maiya…hear me out, okay?” Irisviel watched as Maiya nodded, barely meeting her gaze. “You are loved so so much. I invited you to be part of our relationship because Kiritsugu and I love you just as much as we love each other. You are a wonderful wife and a great mother to Ilya. I’m sorry if we haven’t expressed how much we love you lately. This relationship between the three of us is real, as real as can be. And I will tell you that as many times as you need.”
Irisviel went to hug her again and Maiya welcomed it, practically falling apart in her arms. Iri had never seen her wife cry before, she must have been holding these feelings inside for a long time.
“Besides, having you as a Master means we already have a strong, dependable ally. No matter what kind of Servant you summon, Kiritsugu will find a way to incorporate them into our winning strategy. So don’t worry, okay?” Iri continued.
“Yeah, okay.” Maiya pulled out of the hug, wiping her tears with her sleeve.
“Do you want me to talk to Kiritsugu?”
“No, that’s alright. I think the Servant I summon should be a secret last resort. It’s better that way.”
“Whatever you want, love.” Irisviel gave her a kiss before heading toward the door. “Oh! Do you need anything for the summoning ritual? A catalyst? Something for the summoning circle?”
“I have everything I need.” Maiya’s hand instantly gripped the flag in her pocket. “As for the summoning circle, I’ll get blood from the wild animals in the woods.”
“That simply won’t do! I’ll get you some mercury from the storage room.” Irisviel protested, her cheeks puffed up a little at the thought of her wife fighting the wolves with just her handgun. “Thank you for telling me how you feel, Maiya. I’ll see you later tonight.”
“I can’t believe they really found the legendary Excalibur’s scabbard. There’s not a scratch on it. Is this thing really 1,500 years old?” Kiritsugu wondered aloud, looking at the relic on the altar. It was known as Avalon and decorated in a brilliant dark blue and ornate gold.
“The object itself is a type of conceptual weapon. It doesn’t rust or degrade as ordinary objects do. Just like in the legend surrounding its existence, it heals its owner’s wounds and halts the aging process. Of course, that’s only when supplied with the original owner’s mana.” Irisviel explained, reciting what she recalled from all the books she had read over the years.
“In other words, the master can use this in tandem with the summoned heroic spirit to protect himself during the course of a battle.” Kiritsugu walked away from the altar, pacing between the pews while he thought aloud. His fingers found the pack of cigarettes in his coat pocket, and he fought the urge to pull out his lighter and smoke.
“That’s just like you. What you’re saying is that a tool is just a tool?” Iri asked, watching as her husband walked around. They made eye contact and she saw his hand leave his coat.
“That’s right, I am, and that goes for the Servant too. No matter how famous the Heroic Spirit, when summoned as a Servant they’re nothing but a tool for their Master. Anyone who lets their fantasies get the better of them will never have the wherewithal to win this battle.”
“And because you’re the way you are, my great-grandfather decided this scabbard was the perfect relic for you.”
“What do you think?” Kiritsugu asked, sitting down. He stared at the floor, tapping his feet. How was he going to go about this?
“Does his gift not satisfy you?”
“Of course it does. Acht did a wonderful job. None of the other Masters have something this powerful.”
“What’s wrong with it then?”
“Given how perfectly the ancient relic is connected to it, the Heroic Spirit, the one we’re after, will surely respond to the summons: the King of Knights, Arthur Pendragon. My own compatibility with him is a secondary concern.”
“But Arthur, the wielder of Excalibur, is sure to be the strongest Saber Servant the Grail Wars have ever seen.”
“That’s true. I’ll have a Servant far stronger than any other in the battle. The question is, how best to use that power? How to make it work for us? To be honest, in terms of ease of use, Caster or Assassin would be far better suited to the way Maiya and I usually fight.”
“What good will it do to worry about that before you’ve even summoned him? After all, we don’t know what the King of Knights was like, and besides, no matter what your strategy is, once he learns of your ideals, of your dream, he’ll understand, I know he will.” Irisviel ran her hand over Avalon, tracing the writing engraved on it. “Just like Maiya and I did.” She heard Kiritsugu get up from the pew and she turned around to face him with a smile. “What is it?”
“I’ve found my strategy, the way to get the best use from the strongest Servant fighting in the battle.”
“That’s wonderful, dear!” Iri ran over and gave him a hug. She could feel her husband begin to relax and she nestled in closer.
“Before I go over the plan, I want Maiya to be here. Do you know where she is?” Upon hearing this, Iri froze. Right, Maiya didn’t want her saying anything about her status as a Master. And after leaving the study, she genuinely had no idea where their wife could be.
“I know she said something about needing to check on preparations for the War. By now, she’s probably called the hotel in Fuyuki and checked on her bat familiars she planted in Japan from her last visit. Right now though…she might be taking a smoke break.”
“She’s really that stressed, huh?” Kerry mumbled as Iri pulled away. “Why doesn’t she tell us?”
“You know how she is, Kerry. The best thing we can do is support her like we’ve been doing. I know the Grail War is causing her a lot of stress, especially in regards to what will happen to you and I. Kiritsugu, what will Maiya be doing during the War?”
“We’ll go back to our usual mission routine. She’ll back me up from the shadows and help me take out enemy Masters. We’ve killed plenty of mages before, the Grail War shouldn’t be too different in that regard.”
“Well in any case, could you keep a closer eye on her? I know Maiya likes her routines and you’ll be busy managing your Servant and keeping track of the other Masters, but I’m worried about her. The last time she participated in a war of any kind her son was taken away from her by that horrible government organization and she left her home country and hasn’t been back since. I think the Grail War is bringing up a lot of old feelings for her.”
“Of course I’ll keep an eye on her. Don’t worry. I should probably go find her.” Kiritsugu gave her a kiss and turned to leave the chapel. In a panic, Iri called out to him.
“Kerry! See…she doesn’t know I talked to you.” She trailed off, successfully stopping him in his tracks. This was technically true, as Maiya had only forbidden talking about her potential Servant. She never said anything about sharing her emotional struggles. “Besides, the time for the ritual is fast approaching.
“You’re right. I’ll talk to her after I summon Saber then. Iri, are you ready to see a Servant Summoning Ritual?”
Maiya finished drawing the Summoning Circle in record time. She was never the best at remembering sigils and magecraft symbols, but thanks to a cheat sheet Iri had drawn for her, she had finished it with minimal mistakes. She watched as the last of the liquid mercury hit the snow, impressed that it didn’t freeze upon contact with the negative temperatures. She finished the last of her cigarette, watching the smoke as it vanished into the night air.
Cold. She was cold, despite the circuits in her Magic Crest activating in response to the weather. Maiya would much rather be inside, watching one of Ilya’s favorite movies while being snuggled in between her partners. But instead she was about to perform one of the greatest rituals known among magi. She found herself wondering what kind of Servant she was going to summon. Caster or Assassin would be ideal especially in her line of work, and an Archer wouldn’t be half-bad. But she vaguely recalled a detail from her time in her home country, something a superior officer had said once. She supposedly had an affinity for the ‘extra’, or the ability to summon a Servant not categorized by the normal seven classes. She still doesn’t know what that meant, and dwelling on it would just keep her out here longer. She’d cross that bridge when she got there. After all, it was possible she wouldn't summon a Servant at all since she wasn’t a very skilled mage.
Maiya took a deep breath, checked that she still had her weapons on her in case something went wrong, and extended her right hand toward the summoning circle. She channeled her mana outward until she felt a solid connection between herself and the circle. Then she began reading the personalized Summoner’s Chant Iri had written just for her.
“Fill, fill, fill, fill, fill. Repeat five times, but when each is filled, destroy it. For the elements silver and iron, the foundation stone and the Archduke of Pacts, raise a wall against the wind and close the gates of four directions. Come forth from the crown and follow the forked road leading to the kingdom.”
The circle began to glow blue, shining brighter and brighter with each word. The wind began to pick up around her, blowing snow around her feet. Her Command Seals burned as an established connection to her Magic Circuits was beginning to take shape.
“Heed my words. My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny. If you heed the Grail’s call and obey my will and reason, then answer my summoning! I hereby swear…”
Maiya paused, unable to read the smudged handwriting on the paper. She must’ve messed up the writing somehow. Maybe it smudged when it was in her pocket? There was nothing she could do about it now. She’d just have to finish the incantation on her own.
“I cannot pretend to be good in a world full of hate. But I swear to combat that hatred and bring about my own desires! Seventh heaven clad in the great words of power, come forth from this circle of binding, Guardian of the Scales!”
Her Command Seals glowed brightly as the summoning circle erupted in a flash of white light. The smell of fire and blood hit her nostrils as the light dissipated. Standing in the center of the circle was a girl a little bit shorter than Maiya. She wore blackened armor of French design and some of her clothes were singed at the hem. A heavy cloak hung over her shoulders with the cross of Saint Peter emblazoned on each side. Maiya could make out dried blood and smudged ash on her cloak, and she couldn’t help wondering if all Servants looked like they came fresh from battle. A sword hung loosely at the Servant’s side and she was holding a large flagpole in her left hand. The flag carried the emblem of a black dragon, regal and imposing. The fleur-de-lis on her cloak’s cross design and the make of her sword made Maiya think her Servant was from France or at least from somewhere around that area. But there was something about her that made Maiya’s sense scream danger.
“Servant, Avenger.” The woman spoke at last. She sounded young, like a teenager or at least a young adult. Her short platinum blonde hair swayed in the winter wind as her gold eyes looked Maiya up and down, assessing her. “I have been summoned as per your request.”
“Y-You’re my Servant?” Maiya breathed, the words barely audible. Avenger. That was the class the Einzberns had created during the Third Fuyuki Grail War. How could she summon something like that? Avenger smirked; a feral grin made its way onto her face as her eyes glistened with a fury Maiya hadn’t noticed before.
“Are you worthy to command a powerful Servant such as I, Master?”
Now for Maiya and Jalter related things such as backstory and stats:
Maiya Hisau
- Height:5’3”
- Age: 26 yrs old
- Birthday: July 7th, 1968
- Spouses: Irisviel and Kiritsugu
- Children: Karim/Sigma and Ilyasviel
- Magical affinity: water (despite not having other magical affinities, it is possible to use other magic types besides water just at a weaker state with more risk of injury)
- Servant: Jeanne d’Arc Alter (Jalter)/Avenger
- Likes Western sweets, cuddles with her partners, dancing
- Dislikes fireworks (triggers her PTSD), makeup, fashion choices
Maiya was taken from her home by her country’s government where she was forced into becoming a child soldier. She had latent magic circuits and had a magic crest forcefully implanted into her body as the government needed a new fire mage. At 17 Maiya had her son, Karim (Sigma). Maiya barely got to hold her son before he was taken away from her. She came up with a name for him years later. She then ran away and met Kiritsugu in her home country. She married him and Irisviel in 86 before Ilya was born.
Learned intermediate level healing from Iri, advanced enhancement and reinforcement from her government, basic fire magecraft from implanted magic crest. Implanted spell: Dhi’ab al-nar or fire wolf in Arabic (I think, don't quote me I used a translator app). Her body is incompatible with fire magecraft and thus using it to a higher extent burns her skin. Uses a Steyr AUG(Austrian assault rifle with a scope, type of submachine gun) and a Calico M950(semi-automatic pistol with an iron sight or aim assistance tool).
Jeanne d’Arc Alter (Her stats have been weakened due to Maiya's skill as a mage)
- Parameters
- Strength: B-
- Endurance: A
- Agility: B
- Mana: C
- Luck: D+
- NP: C+
- Class Skills
- Avenger B: Lets Jalter gather hate and resentment and turn it into power
- Oblivion Correction A: incapable of forgetting the grudges ingrained in her Spirit Core
- Self-Replenishment C: functions like an Archer’s Independent Action
- Personal Skills
- *Dragon Witch EX: has a charisma that compels dragons to obey her and raises the attack of dragon Servants. Also serves as a riding skill for dragons specifically
- Noble Phantasm
- La Grondement Du Haine C+--->B+: an Anti-army noble phantasm that can hit a maximum of 100 people. It blocks an attack and reflects it back at a higher power level accompanied by flames akin to first rate dragon’s breath. With the raise of her sword she can also produce flaming metal stakes to pierce her enemies.