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If you were to ask Ritsuka Fujimaru what he thought he'd be doing after the Grand Order was over, he'd probably respond by saying something like "Going back home" or "Taking a vacation".
Instead what he got was an immediate notice to stand trial at the Mages Association with the potential sentence of a sealing designation, thanks to Marisbury's shady actions being brought to light after Chaldea's Grand Order combined with no one left to take the fall other than him. He couldn't even ask his servants for help with diplomacy, as most had been unsummoned after the Grand Order had finished, and the only 2 that remained (Mash and Da Vinci) couldn't defend him despite their best efforts, as their non-human nature made their words hold little value in a court full of bigots.
So now, here he was, surrounded by a dozen or so “esteemed” mages condemning him for saving the world under the excuse of violating association laws and having too much power. And by the looks of it, they had him cornered, as he had no one on his side and no way out.
At least until someone who looked suspiciously like Zhuge Liang spoke up.
"Rather than immediately killing and dissecting the boy for use as a catalyst, why not simply keep him here under the pretense of being a student at the Clock Tower, so we may more closely study him?"
"And how can we trust that he will be properly monitored? You may be the new Lord El Melloi II, Waver Velvet, but your word alone will not be enough to convince us" one of the mages countered
"Simple," the newly dubbed Waver replied, "we assign Tohsaka and Edelfelt as his wardens-"
"WHAT" shouted a blonde girl with drills who looked like Astraea and a carbon copy of Ishtar in tandem.
"...I trust they are fully capable," continued Waver Velvet, silencing the two with a swift glare, "to oversee and report on him during his time in captivity, and any issues may be reported directly to me"
The mages all huddled together in hushed tones and communed for a while before they separated and one spoke up
“This proposal of yours is… not entirely without its merits. We shall agree, but on one condition. Should the boy stay here under probation, he must also do missions for us. No reward. No support. No refusal. And you, Lord El Melloi II, must provide the funds.”
“...Very well. I agree to these terms. What do you say, Fujimaru?”
…
“Fujimaru?”
So basically, he was gonna be an overworked, unpaid intern with the entirety of the mages association watching his every move like hawks. No servants. No friends. And worst of all..
“I agree to these terms”
No choice.
