Non-Canon Omake: The Little Dragons, Part 1

“I did it!” A girl with two blond pigtails came running into the room.

A boy, looking about seventeen, nearly identical to her, looked up. His pale yellow eyes met her vivid green eyes. “Did you finally manage to get into Aunt Rias’s skirt like you’ve been whining about?”

“Well, no. I’m still working on that.” The girl huffed.

“...right.”

“Listen, she’s a Devil, and she’s like thirty years old and still a virgin! That’s a crime against those huge tits of hers!” The girl flailed her arms around. “I’m willing to sacrifice myself to correct this great injustice!”

“....”

“Anyways, stop distracting me!”

“So this isn’t another scheme to get into someone’s skirt?” He eyed her.

“......technically—“

“Gwyneth, no.” The boy said firmly. “I’m not helping you get laid.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You owe me.”

“I don’t owe—”

“I took the fall when Mom found your porn stash.” She put her hands on her hips. 

“....”

“Big Ass Milfs.” She punctuated.

“...you can’t prove that was mine.”

She stared at him; he stared at her. He was the first to look away. “Fine….what did you do?” He finally spoke with mock enthusiasm.

“I found a World-Line where the Fourth Grail War is taking place! I even calculated everything properly; we can go right now.”

“That’s….” The boy blinked. “How does that equate to you getting laid?”

“I’m going to summon a Servant.”

“Gwyneth, seriously? You’re going to force a servant?”

She scoffed. “Don’t be an idiot, Gwydre.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m going to summon my own Medea.”

Gwydre opened his mouth, and he had trouble saying the word before finally forcing it out. “She’s your teacher.”

“And I want her to sit her elf-eared ass on my face.” She returned without an ounce of shame.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” She grabbed his shirt and pushed her face to his. “What’s wrong with me is that I don’t have my own Medea milf pulling on my hair as I call her mommy.”

“You’re making me uncomfortable.” He said quietly.

“Listen, I’ve been in a perpetual state of horny for the past three weeks as I worked this out. Do you have any idea how hard it is to do calculations for the Kaleidoscope without Ruby just so we could sneak out without anyone knowing!?” She let him go, nearly tossing him back. 

“Why do you need me?” He asked.

Her expression softened. “Come on, bro, if I’m sneaking out to go on an adventure, I can’t leave you behind.” She smiled softly.

Gwydre sighed because he knew that he relented as she said that. “I can’t believe I’m going on a quest to get you laid.”

Her eyes lit up. “Don’t worry, I got everything prepared!”

“Don’t you need a catalyst?”

She pulled out a pair of panties, stretching them out for him to see. “Stole them from Aunt Medea yesterday.”

Gwydre facepalmed. “I can’t believe we’re related.”

She shrugged. “Mom says I inherited Dad’s libido.”

“She also says you didn’t inherit any of his self-control.” He pointed out. “And you also inherited all his bad decision-making.”

She scoffed. “I don’t make bad decisions.”

“Three months ago, you were waiting for Aunt Rias to come home, lying naked on the couch with rose petals scattered everywhere.” 

“It was romantic!”

“She had her entire peerage come with her.”

“It was a miscalculation.” She waved it off.

“And then you said, and I quote, ‘Shit, I’m still down for it’ when you saw them all.” He added. “Mom had to come pick you up. You were still naked when she got there.”

“You miss all the shots you don’t take.”

Gwydre sighed; he was used to his sister’s antics at this point. “Should we call Big Sis Arachne? Or maybe Mordred? Kunou?”

Gwyneth. “Ugh, no way. You know they’ll secretly let our parents know if we sneak out. You remember how Big Sis Arachne told us that they hid Uncle Ddraig in her spear when she went away from home for the first time? Besides, you have Avalon, don’t you?”

Gwydre frowned but relented again. “Fine, I’ll come with you. But if it gets too dangerous, then I’m calling for help.”

“Deal!”

Gwydre got up and walked to a display case, opening it up. There was a sword inside, decorated and beautiful. However, it was also covered in cracks, as if shattered and pieced back together. 

One might think that it would break at the slightest touch, but it was a weapon that could contend with even Divine Constructs and not be damaged despite its looks.

There was also an inscription on the blade, weathered, cracks running through it, but still visible and readable.

‘Whosoe'er pulleth out this sword of this stone is rightwise king of all England’

“Oooh, you’re taking Caliburn with you? You’re being serious, huh?” \

“You said it’s a Holy Grail War; it’s prudent to be cautious.” He said righteously. “You’ve heard all the stories too.”

“I still don’t know why you keep it in a case like that. Just store it in your ring like a normal person.”

“I’m being respectful to it and its history.” He huffed indignantly. “It’s a symbol of –”

“Blah blah, kingship, blah blah honor.” She interrupted him, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, I get it; I don’t need to hear this speech again.”

“Just…get on with it.” He gestured for her.

@***@

Both boy and girl were unceremoniously spat out of a flickering rainbow portal. It crackled and shattered as they both were thrown onto the pavement.

As if barely having been held together, it then unraveled, disappearing from the world.

“I thought you said you could manage a proper portal?” Gwydre stood up, brushing himself off. 

“I said I could manage to get us here. “We’re here,” I say. “I did a good job.” His sister stood up, brushing herself off too. “I never said the road wouldn’t be bumpy. I’m still learning to use the Kaleidoscope, okay? Do you know how long it took Aunt Rin to learn how to use it without Ruby? I’m doing good already!”

“As long as it’s safe enough to return home.” He grunted, though he then noticed the look on his sister’s face. “It should be safe to go home, right?”

“.....”

His eyes then widened in realization. “Did…you not prepare for a return trip?”

“...In my defense, I’m super distracted by the thought of having my own Medea. Frankly, it’s a miracle I got this far in any kind of plan.”

“Dammit, Gyneth.” Her brother groaned. “I can’t believe we’re related.”

It was rather funny, in a way.

Gwydre Pendragon-Schweinorg and his sister, Gyneth Pendragon-Schweinorg. They were nearly identical twins, if not for Gwydre inheriting their father’s striking red hair. That, and the fact that he inherited his mother’s pale skin and yellow eyes compared to his sister’s green eyes and normal skin tone.

That is to say, his sister was born of Artoria Pendragon, and he was born of Artoria Pendragon Alter.

They may as well be siblings of the same mother. And while it was awkward and confusing in the first months of pregnancy and subsequent birth of the siblings, the two mirrored Artorias had just decided to treat them as siblings.

That and they were basically both moms to the ‘twins.’

Though, just to differentiate, Gyneth calls Alter ‘Momma Alter,’ and Gwydre calls regular Artoria ‘Momma Saber,’ while they call their respective mothers just ‘mom’ most of the time.

Gwyneth, to Gwydre’s misfortune, was about three months older, and she never let him forget it. Both siblings nearing their adulthood, sitting at seventeen years of age.

However, despite their many differences and the uniqueness of their parentage, they never felt it particularly odd or distasteful. They loved both their moms and their dad all equally.

Both Artorias also had their own difficulties in their upbringing. Both had to learn how to be a parent but also navigate the fact that they had another version of themselves present with their own child as well.

Eventually, they settled on their own normalcy.

Alter was the primary parent for her son; Artoria was the primary parent for her daughter. They didn’t overstep with the parenting roles there, letting the other be the ‘true mom’ in a sense. 

Despite this, the siblings turned out… different from what one would think.

Alter’s son was a Knight.

It was what he wanted since he could barely talk. He was honorable, righteous, kind, and courageous. That was contradictory to his almost menacing yellow eyes and pale skin to accompany it. Not to mention his scowl that seemed to default on his face, just like his mother.

Contrary to his sister, born to Artoria. 

His sister was…the wild one. She disdained the whole concept of honor and ‘fair play.’ Not only that, but she took after their father and went the route of magic. She could handle a bladed weapon well enough, but she preferred to sling spells.

She took after her mom, with fair skin, bright green eyes, and nearly identical features to both her and Mordred in appearance. Though she wore robes similar to Medea’s, a gift from the witch, and her long hair was tied into two long ponytails. 

By happenstance, she was even born with a talent for the kaleidoscope, so she’s been learning that for a few years.

Likewise, both of the kids were…strange in other ways. Not in personality, but in metaphysical makeup.

Due to their father’s amalgamation of different things, no one could really guess what would pop out of his wives when they gave birth.

His two kids were dragons.

Like their mothers, they were basically Dragon Incarnates. It should have been diluted, or lessened with subsequent generations. However, the fact that their father had a Dragon’s Heart and had Ddraig in his soul for so many years meant they inherited dragon blood and a dragon concept from him as well.

And that Dragon Aspect seemed to just eat away any Devil nature on conception.

While technically devils by the strictest definition, they had no devil traits at all. It’s not that they were so minuscule that they were unperceivable; they simply didn’t exist. They were devils in name only, not even negatively affected by Holy Power. 

In fact, the dragons of the world recognized them as their own.

“Do you know where we are, Gyneth?” Gwyrde? she asked, looking around.

“Duh, we’re in Fuyuki.”

“No, I mean where in Fuyuki. You said we need to summon a Servant, right? We have no command seals, so I assume we’re going to hijack a summoning?” He furrowed his brow slightly. “I will not partake in dishonorable acts. You’re not allowed to steal a spot from someone who worked hard to acquire it.”

“Don’t worry, the guy we’re going to mug is a serial killer and was going to summon Aunt Jeanne’s insane friend, and they were going to make eldritch monsters or something.” She said casually.

Gwyrde furrowed his brow again, only vaguely recalling the details of this war, as it was only mentioned in passing. He seemed to recall that their Aunt Jeanne had a friend summoned here, and their mother fought him. He confused her for Aunt Jeanne, in fact. Though that wasn’t strange, Aunt Jeanne looked a lot like their mother.

In fact, Gwyneth often got mistaken for Aunt Jeanne’s daughter.

“Wait, did you say ‘mug’?”

“He’s over there, get him!” She quickly pointed to a guy crossing the street, two blocks down. Apparently loud enough for the person to hear. He looked at them confused, then panicked and began to run.

Gwyrde turned to look at his sister and admonish her for being an idiot, but he realized she was now gone.

“Dammit, Gyneth!” He hissed under his breath. “This is exactly why I keep telling Mom that it was a horrible idea to give you Carnwennan!” He began to run after them.

It took him a bit to catch up, and by the time he arrived, his sister was punching the unconscious man repeatedly. “Oh hey, I caught him!”

“I noticed.” He drawled. “Did you at least manage to get the location of his workshop before you beat him into unconsciousness?”

“Workshop?” She tilted his head before laughing. “Oh, he’s just a regular person. We just needed his body. You know, he was going to kidnap a bunch of kids and use a blood ritual to accidentally become a master. We can just use him as a sacrifice since he has a tentative link to the Grail already.”

Gwyrde shrugged.

He was an honorable Knight, but that didn’t extend to child killers. Death would be the quick and easy response, but if they were useful, he wouldn’t say anything about using them for a bit before killing them.

Gwyneth dragged the unconscious serial killer into a nearby abandoned building. By the smell of blood, they both noticed, they could assume that he was just about to enter his own hideout, presumably this building.

“I’m impressed, sister. You did manage to time it perfectly so we ran right into our target and even found his hideout.” He said in a rare breath of praise.

“.....yeah, I totally meant to do this.”

Gwyrde’s twitched slightly.

“Anyhow—“ She tossed the serial killer onto the concrete floor of the fifth story they had decided on. “ -- Just need to draw the ritual circle, and we can bullshit this. Aunt Medea taught me a few tricks on how to cheat it already.”

Gwyrde turned away as his sister began drawing copious amounts of blood from the serial killer and then began to use it to draw the ritual circle.

Gwyrde had no mind for magical things. Beyond the most basic of spells, he had a desire for it.

“Awesome, now we just need to do the right chant, I think.”

“You think?” He looked at her.

“Hey, it’s not like I’ve done this before. Or even researched it well, if I’m being honest. Actually, I’m pretty much flying by the seat of my pants.” She admitted it fully. 

“...do you even know the proper chant?”

“Nope!”

“Great.” He said dryly. 

“It’s fine, give me a moment; I can come up with something.”

An awkward beat passed, the silence rather deafening amidst the smell of blood on the ground.

Suddenly, the air around Gyneth changed; her eyes turned serious as she held her hand out. Her magical energy flared to life, practically vibrating around her. In one fluid motion, she threw Medea’s panties into the center of the circle.

Gwyrde leaned forward; it was rare for him to see his sister utilize magic so seriously.

"Let silver and steel shape the arcane law,

Let my will forge a binding pact with awe—

Medea, oh queen of ancient might…

Step on me, mommy witch, I’m ready tonight!"

“I hate you so much.” Gwyrde said. “In what world do you think that would—”

The spell circle lit up, and a burst of wind nearly knocked them off their feet as the world’s mana began to swirl around the summoning circle.

Gwyneth began to laugh maniacally. “Mommy Witch, I’m ready!” She held her hands out, and since she wasn’t bracing herself anymore, the intense winds swept her away, but her laughing never stopped even as she was flung to the other side of the room.

Gwyrde held his arm up, shielding his eyes, vaguely able to see the silhouette that was now appearing.

Without warning, as if commanded, the intense winds stopped all at once and settled disquietly as if they weren’t just running rampant a moment ago.

They both saw the figure standing there now.

Gwyneth, who was lying on the ground, looked up, eyes widened.

Gwyrde peeked between his arms as his focus returned now that he wasn’t getting blasted in the face with wind and mana.

It most certainly wasn’t Medea.

A blond-haired woman stood there now, wearing a veil, but her familiar green eyes shined brightly.

“...fuck.” Gyneth! he blurted out as he looked down at his hand, seeing the command seals on the back of it.

“You cock-blocking asshole!” He heard his sister shout from the other side of the room.

Though that took a back seat to Gyneth as the woman opened her mouth.

“Servant Caster.” She spoke, both melodic in tone and oddly chilling. “Morgan Le Fay, are you my Master?”

@***@

A/N

Thank Kilokilop in Discord for basically outlining this Omake idea. Introducing two more of Wilhelm’s potential future kids. Gyneth, Artoria’s daughter, and Gwyrde, Alter’s son.

Gwyrde is the dutiful knight, born to the Tyrant Knight. Gwyneth is the gremlin that treats rules as suggestions and thinks honor is for idiots, born to Artoria. 

You could probably imagine the chaotic dynamic in the family.