Fate/strange Fake

Someday, that child is going to destroy the family Magecraft!

A child named Flat never existed to begin with!

Are you Flat Escardos?

Yes!

What's with that face?

Your mimetic muscles are moving in an order that ignores its intended functions.

Only caring about the ends while neglecting the means...

That is an immature thought process.

If that's your way of getting around in this world,

you should alter your way of thinking.

Ow!

I'm telling you, children should not be faking smiles.

These fashion choices really feel like you.

Don't they?

It's perfect for an infiltration mission, right?

Humph.

I would have agreed...

if we were heading into a disco full of cowboys.

This doesn't really feel like reality.

Are we really being watched by Special Ops?

Moreover, the American government joining forces with Mages in a conspiracy?

What is this, a fantasy movie?

Yes. I was surprised, as well.

But it also makes sense.

You kinda look like you're having fun.

I... looked like I was having fun?

Are you not gonna tell them that there is a vampire in the hospital?

I'd like to keep some cards up my sleeve, just in case something happens.

Oh?

I believe... they are good people.

But this is how I have lived my life.

You...

that assassin girl...

Quite the troublesome folks.

Only you five showed up, huh?

So? How'd you feel fighting a real monster and almost being killed?

Th-That's—

First of all, why do you go so far to keep fighting?

What is there to gain by standing at the front line of this war...

where people can die at any moment?

I...

We are police officers!

It's our job to save as many people as possible

under conditions where we may die at any moment!

You're glorifying things. Does doing that put food on the table?

I know that you built a giant mansion.

Hah, you sure have got some words!

Are you saying my works are glorifications?

You're exactly right.

Huh?

An overglorified protagonist who sees their will through to the end...

sells really well, actually.

There's a special gimmick, so I'll explain all sorts of stuff later.

But, I—

John Wingard, 28 years old.

The second son in a family of Mages.

Aspired to become a police officer

after losing his mother in a terrorist attack on an airplane.

Because you didn't want any person to end up with the same sadness as yourself.

It's nothing like that.

I simply wanted revenge—

It's fine. I'm still going to glorify it into something like that.

If revenge is what you actually want, then revenge it is.

I originally had no interest in plays or novels.

I was just tired of seeing nothing but boring tragedies.

But one day... I saw a tragedy called "Hamlet," and that was something else.

I was overwhelmed.

It ended up being one of my greatest inspirations.

However...

the Hamlet I saw was the one where old man Ducis

broke the original work into pieces...

and rewrote it with his own interpretation.

When I later read the real thing written by Shakespeare,

I got all weak in the knees.

Compared to the real thing, what I saw was truly just a wannabe Hamlet.

But what changed my life...

was that wannabe.

That is something I won't let anyone deny.

Fake or whatever...

the passion packed in there was real. That's all!

The Noble Phantasms I create are fake...

but the passion your boss has is the real thing.

If you believe him through to the end,

you should be able to overturn as many of those real legends...

as you need to.

Come in.

Chief, there's something urgent I need to report.

Release me!

I'm innocent!

Sit still!

We're in, Mr. Jack!

Infiltration...

is his intent, perhaps?

When we found him at the park...

the report said a cop and a woman in a dress...

suddenly appeared and disappeared, right?

Yes.

It is likely an ability of the Servant.

He should be off duty today.

I will gather nearby Clan Calatin members immediately.

Right.

Also...

who the hell are you?

I thought we had a ceasefire.

I don't trust you.

Where do your beliefs lie?

I don't believe in anything.

Not in my client...

not in Magecraft, not in myself.

You don't have a god that you send your prayers to?

I...

have yet to receive a god's favor.

The people who raised me

dragged fetuses out of mothers' wombs to experiment on them.

For the sole purpose of creating spellcasters that kill people.

They said...

those who commanded our country were gods.

But they were annihilated. So...

I don't have a grasp of what this god thing is.

I see.

Sorry.

I have made you confront such harsh memories.

You are different from the other Mages.

Your eyes truly look like they don't believe in anything.

That is likely because you have yet to discover what is worth believing in.

I have no right to speak of faith at present.

However...

I hope that someday...

when it is created within you, your faith will be of good nature.

I'm surprised, my boy!

It looks like you're quite the charming swindler.

What's wrong?

It can't be love at first sight, can it?

No.

This is the first time someone has wanted

something from me outside of Francesca's begging.

What is the meaning of this?

Can I take this as a form of workplace harassment?

You say things that the real Vera might actually say.

You still doubt me?

The real Vera...

is currently headed to the monitoring room.

I was able to read it just now.

An IC chip in the neck.

Something that complicated cannot be copied instantly.

A machine, huh?

Indeed, something like that...

I wouldn't be able to figure out.

Play Ball.

You tamed the Demonic Beasts?

Game Set.

You took over the police station's system?

Please stand down from your attack posture...

Police Chief Orlando Reeve.

Roughly 40 percent of the personnel within this police station...

are all me at this point.

It seems you have gained the upper hand here.

Oh, I'm glad you understand.

You show just a part of your powers...

to make the negotiations advantageous to you.

This is just like what the mafia does.

Oh, no. All of the bounded fields were connected to you, Mr. Chief...

so I was trying to have him check things out...

but I didn't think we'd get caught.

I'm sorry to have surprised you!

Hah.

To think there'd be a Mage like you...

So, what do you want?

There's no way you're here to make an alliance, are you?

We came here...

to file a report!

Oh, you mean the fire in the industrial district.

Don't worry. There haven't been any injured people brought over here.

Huh? Tsubaki?

On her right hand...

Thank you.

You take care of yourself, too, Big Sister.

Goodbye, now.

I confirmed it.

Just like what Mr. Escardos claimed...

Tsubaki Kuruoka has manifested Command Spells.

You're saying that her Heroic Spirit

is the source of the curse that is falling upon Snowfield right now?