A Not So Evil God In Fate/Grand Order

"You certainly brought me a colorful bunch, Bombe," Francis said to the pirate, now identified as Bombe. She had long wavy crimson pink hair, blue eyes, and a scar across her face. She wore brown choker collar almost attached to her pink captain vest that showed her b.r.e.a.s.ts, white pants, and long dark brown boots.

"Aye, Captain. I was a lucky survivor when the island swallowed the others out." Even if he didn't say it, that event scared the shit out of him.

"What are you talking about, Bombe? That was just a small tremor, don't go making things up." Seriously, this guy should stop drinking rum all day.

"So, what do you guys want?" Not letting the poor guy explain himself, she directly addressed the Chaldeans. Her party was interrupted, so she was in a bit of a bad mood.

"We are from Chaldea, an organization tasked with—" "What do you know about what's happening right now? You don't seem that idiot as not to realize things aren't like they are supposed to be." Before Romani's hologram had the chance to introduce themselves, Seth went straight to the point.

"You sure have guts; I will give you that. As for the matter with this place, I did notice some strange things, but so what? I quite like how it is right now." Even in her drunken state, her piercing gaze remained.

"I guess for pirates like you; this is paradise. You can do whatever you want, and there is no one to stop you, but that doesn't answer my question. What do you know about all of this?" Seth wasn't bothered by her tone. He had dealt with many people like that.

He was interested to know why she had a Holy Grail in her possession, though. Considering her ways, she might have gained it as some sort of spoils of battle. Still, this one was the real thing and not some copy like the ones they have been encountering so far.

"If you act like you know how us pirates think, then you know that the only way for me to listen to you is by beating me." Immediately after she said this, she took one of her pistols out and pointed at him.

Not even a second after her action, the others, except the gagged Stheno, prepared themselves for combat. Although looking at it from an outside perspective, this was overkill.

"There is no need for that." However, contrary to everyone's expectations, Seth refused to fight, making her frown.

"The hell? Now you are acting like a coward?" She questioned, still pointing at him. So much talk only to end up in nothing, she hated guys like that.

Before Altera moved to cut the woman's head for insulting her Master, Seth responded. "Don't get the wrong idea. There is no need to fight because you can't win, as simple as that." While the words came as mocking, that was not the intention.

There was no doubt that Drake was someone that stood out among the masses. She may not fall under the category of "Hero," but she is the type of person that marks an era.

That said, she was still human. Even if she has outside protection from the World, it wouldn't mean much. At most, she would be able to keep up with one or two Servants.

"Big talk for a chicken. Let's see if your skills amount to how much bullshit you spit out from your mouth." Without warning, Drake fired her gun multiple times.

With incredible precision, every single bullet impacted on his forehead one after the other. Silence enveloped the whole place; the only sound they could hear was their breathing. No one expected her, except for her crewmates, to shoot him out of nowhere.

"Woo-hoo! Nice aiming, Boss!"

"Boss is the best!"

"Another round to celebrate!"

Many cheers were coming from the pirates who thought that Francis had won this "Duel." They were unaware of the storm that was looming over them.

"You...did you just call me a chicken?" Seth's voice was as cold as ice. No matter how much time passes or how much he changes, there was one thing that will never disappear, and that was his hate for Ra and Nephthys.

Just comparing him to them brought tremendous disgust, and human or not, he wouldn't forgive it.

"You! How are you still kicking?!" Drake astonishingly asked. Her eyes were wide open, a trait shared by her crewmates.

"Brace yourself. It's going to hurt, very much." Seth didn't answer. There was no need to do so. His clenched fist would do the talking.

"Wait, calm yourself—" Before Romani could try to smooth things out a bit, the Egyptian God already appeared in front of Drake and punched her straight in the jaw.

Were it not for the force behind the punch that created a loud sound; they could have heard the woman's bones cracking.

Almost everyone watched dumbfounded as the pink-haired pirate was thrown back like an arrow released from a bow, crashing against all kinds of things. Luckily for her, she didn't hit any hard objects like rocks and trees, or she could have said goodbye to her life.

It took a moment for her crewmates to react to what happened, but when they did, they immediately pointed their guns and swords at him.

"I guess this is where we take action." Archer shook his head with a wry smile. They already messed up. Now, it was time to take responsibility.

"Good grief. I wish that man could take more consideration of our needs before doing things detrimental to our cause." Zhuge Liang said while puffing his cigarette.

"I am sure Master had his reasons, it's not your place to question them." Altera jumped in defense of her Master without hesitation.

Sanson just sighed, knowing full well that he would have to take care of the injury of that woman if they wanted to get some information out of her. If she was still alive, that is.

Stheno had a glint flash through her eyes. She has found something to amuse herself with, and to get revenge for her current situation. She had to think smart, though. Otherwise, he could trace the trouble back to her.

Meanwhile, Fujimaru and Mash looked at each other, not knowing how to react, while Romani just sighed in exasperation. Honestly, he should consider peaceful approaches from time to time!

"Just please...don't kill them. It will only make things more complicated." Dr. Roman said, not knowing what else to do. He would ask Magi☆Mari for help after this, that's for sure.

Although slightly inconvenient for some of them, they did as he said. Still, as they were normal humans, it didn't pose much of a problem, to not mention any.

After a short battle, the Chaldeans knocked out the whole pirate crew while Seth brought back Drake by dragging her by her feet.

Now, the only thing they had to do was wait for her to wake up, so they could get some information on the situation. With the majority of this Singularity being an ocean, they couldn't just search blindly. Who knows where they might end up?

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Three days. Three. F.u.c.k.i.n.g. Days. That was how long it took for Drake to wake up, even with Sanson's best efforts. Safe to say, Seth received many unamused looks from most of the Chaldeans, which he simply ignored. Three days was a short time compared to how much it would have taken had he left her an inch from death.

"Hah... You pack quite the punch—Ouch!" The source of their troubles, if you ignore the perpetrator of her wounds, was happily drinking rum with a bandage on her left cheek. For someone who got their jaw broken in many places, she sure could speak well despite the pain.

To Fujimaru, who was just an average human until a few months ago, it was pretty unrealistic. But then again, none of what surrounded him was.

"So, are you finally going to tell us what you know?" Ignoring this drunkard, Seth went straight to the point. He was not happier than anyone with all they have to wait to know something once and for all.

"Before that, let's have a toast for our new comrades. What do you say, sc.u.mbags?!" She seemed to have other intentions that answering, preferring to party more instead.

"AYE!" The other pirates were all down for it. As long as they could keep partying hard, then everything was alright and without hard feelings.

Tick marks began forming on his forehead. This woman seemed to like getting punched so much that he wondered if she was some kind of m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t.

"Relax. There is no need to make us wait even more days, let that woman do what she wants for now." Zhuge Liang came in to save the day before Seth made another mistake.

"I don't want to waste more time, either." When he was about to speak further, he noticed something far, far away. 'Hm? Well, that was something I didn't expect. I guess making mistakes is becoming something common.'

At the same time, that "Something" also noticed him, but after looking at his direction for a few seconds, it quickly ignored him.

"You guys gotta drink 'till you faint!" Drake came with a handful of mugs filled with rum and gave them to the Servants and Masters. Fujimaru immediately gave his share to Seth because he was a minor and couldn't drink. That and EMIYA's gaze was him very uncomfortable. He guessed that Archer wanted him to be responsible by any means.

Seth directly threw the content of the mugs onto the ground. It didn't take a genius to know that this drink s.u.c.k.e.d. The proof? Archer and Zhuge Liang were spitting it just as it entered their mouths. The only ones that drank the rum without problem were Altera and Sanson. The era where they come from didn't have that many delicious drinks, after all.

Stheno...well, Stheno was still gagged, and it didn't seem it would change any time soon, so her share also went to him. When he was about to throw it again, he noticed the slippery squirrel who was never in sight.

Seth's sadistic side came to the surface. He quickly caught the little beast and forced that disgusting rum down its throat. He may complain about the Gorgon Sister's behavior, but it seems he wasn't much different.

Everyone except for his Servants made sure to get some distance between themselves and this psychopath, lest they end up like that white creature.

All of this seemed to lead anywhere, but, quite ironically, they managed to get something out of Drake while she was still drunk.

By what little they could get from the pink-haired woman during her drunken state, this place was an anomaly though and through. Not only anything to serve as an orientation tool didn't work, but the area, in general, was an enigma.

One moment you were navigating through a place filled with a terrible storm, and the other you were in an incredibly hot climate.

There were also no continents here, only small islands, as far as they could explore. Not only that, but in one of their exploring adventures, they met a group of people that could take bullets, kind of like what happened with Seth, without any problem.

Drake's words confirmed the presence of Servants in this place. They didn't have much clue on who they could be as the woman was in no condition to describe someone at the moment.

Seth was confused, though. It wasn't like it was at first where he could only actively detect presences in a one thousand meters radius. His range was much higher now, proven by how he identified that thing in a faraway location.

In theory, he should be able to detect at least one Servant, which was not the case right now. 'Protection from the Ocean? Tch. Our kind will never get along. There is no other option than to use smell, as annoying as that may be considering we are at sea.'

It wasn't like he was not without a clue, though. Since he got here, he had been feeling the part of him that encompassed Typhon feeling restless. As if something that could awaken that monster was in this place or about to appear.

'Really, stop being a bother.' Being honest, he preferred avoiding Syncretism between them, even if it was reversible with a simple command. He liked to be himself and just himself. It was the reason why he never did like some of the others and inhabited the body of their kind, like Ra and Amun, to form Amun-Ra.

Although if he were to choose who to form a unified Deity with, it would be that person...no, it was too late. His body and soul were no more, so it wouldn't be possible. There was no point in thinking any more than this.

He just needed to see how the situation develops, and if it is indispensable to become Seth-Typhon or not. Knowing his luck, it surely will, though.

While he was contemplating what to do, Drake took the Holy Grail and used it to pour more rum into her mug. That action, however, caused the remaining Master and the other Servants to widen their eyes.

'Hm? Looks like she finally takes that thing out.'