Harry Potter, Sovereign - Chapter 3

Once they arrived in front of the Leaky Cauldron, Harry hid behind the ladies and put on his invisibility cloack. He gave his money pouch to the purple haired woman and instructed her to take rooms for them. While he did have the glamour on him, he got paranoid. He stayed in the middle of the group as they entered the pub. There were only 2 rooms available, so Harry would have to share his room with 3 women.

Once they got their rooms, they gathered in Harry’s for the long awaited talk.

“Okay… First thing, it’s a little late, but my name is Harry Potter. Please call me Harry. I don’t know where you came from, but I’m pretty sure you came to me due to the magic I released while I was in danger. I can tell that, somehow, I called you to me.”

“You are correct master. Sorry, Harry” said Caster. “We are the spirits of heroes from the past, who thanks to their achievements entered the Throne Of Heroes after their death. You summoned us, your Servants, that makes you our Master. Though it definitly wasn’t a normal summoning. You were not supposed to be able to summon more than one Servant, as it require a large amount of magic to not only summon but also sustain one. Yet you got 6. Furthermore, as spirits, our physical bodies are supposed to be shell created by magic and sustained by the master. That is not the case. We were given proper bodies, we are more like incarnated spirits. We still require the magic of the master, but in a much lower amount.”

“… Great, more complicated stuff… Spirit from heroes?”

“Not just heroes from the past it seem” said the black haired girl with the rifle. “3 of us definitly aren’t even from your world.”

“… Excuse me… What? Why? How?”

“When we were summoned by you, we received very basic knowledge of this world from you. Just enough to not be completly lost, but not enough to know all the little rules and customs you’re already familiar with. That’s why we can all understand and speak your language. However, that basic knowledge is enough to see the glaring differences between your world and the world we came from.”

“… I see” replied a thoroughly schocked Harry without much confidence.

“3 of us are already familiar with each others. The others, even though they don’t seem to recognise each others, must come from the same world. When we first saw you, we called you “Summoner”, while they called you “Master”. When Caster here presented herself as a Servant, my aquitances and I didn’t recognise the term, but the others did. In their world, there is a summoning system of some kind, where the summoned people are called “Servants”, and “Caster” is one of the class a heroic spirit is given. Most likely due to what they were in life, in her case, a magic user. Since you seem completly surprised by the summoning magic, and according to them you did something that should be impossible, then they likely aren’t from this world either, but another. One that is more similar to yours than ours.”

Harry looked at her with wide eyes. She was observant and had a sharp mind. The rest looked at her with impressed, surprised or downright schocked expressions. And most of them nodded in agreement. Harry shook his head slowly. Too much had happened within a few hours, he was getting really tired and the new information was giving him a headache.

“That’s a lot to take in… Why don’t you order dinner for us, please? Tom doesn’t know I’m here, so make sure there is some extra for me.”

“You can take my share” said the artificial woman. “I clearly don’t need it.”

Caster soon came back, and took a seat on the bed next to Harry.

“The food will be there in around 30 minutes.”

“Thanks… Hey, can you guys introduce yourselves? We are going to get stuck with each others for a while, so…”

“I understand. The regular servant classes are supposed to be: Saber, the sword specialist, Lancer the spear specialist, Archer the ranged fighter, Rider, the mounted fighter, Caster the magic specialist, Berserker the mad warrior, and Assassin the stealthy killer. Where we” she gestured to 2 of her companions “come from, the true name of the servants is usually kept secret, because when a servant is identified, his or her strenghts and weaknesses are revealed due to his or her legend. However, since we are in a different world and all summoned servants are on the same side, it should be alright… Harry, from what I’ve gathered so far, our original world is very similar to yours. Same name, seemingly same countries… It is quite possible that we had counterparts in the past here, so I ask that you do not reveal our names to anyone.”

“I understand. I won’t reveal your true identity to anyone without your permission. So, to whom have I the honor of speaking to?”

“I am Scathach.”

“… Sorry, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of you” Harry replied with an embarrassed smile.

The other servants looked at him in surprise at first, then in amus.e.m.e.nt at the frozen face of Scathach. Harry was akwardly scratching his head with a slight blush on his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t get to read much about heroes from the past, mythology, legends and the like. You’ve seen my relatives. I grew up with them, and they made sure I didn’t get any interest in anything related to magic. Heck, I didn’t know I was a wizard until I was invited to my magic school at the age of 11. Our history class is terrible, because the teacher is a ghost that focus on goblins wars, and other than that, I have little interest in the subject myself.”

“Your world seems to accept magic users that don’t focus on spellcasting as an integral part of the magical society, as demonstrated by the servant classes. Here, we only focus on spellcasters, so if you had a counterpart here, she’s probably drowned in the number of famous witches we had in the past. And since I know little about both history and mythology…”

That seemed to molify Scathach and the other servants a bit.

“I’ll be sure to research your name later, then we could have a talk about what I found. Let’s continue with the introductions.”

“I am also of the Caster class, Xuanzang Sanzang” said the voluptuous asian woman.

“I am a special case” said a black haired woman with golden eyes. She was the most eye catching person after the artificial woman due to her ears, reminescent of elves from mundane fantasy lore. “I am of the dual class assassin-caster, Semimaris, former queen of Assyria.”

Harry froze. He was shocked to be in the presence of a former queen.