Kayneth's last warehouse
In the far corner of the city, inside the abandoned building, a western magus grunted as she looked over his belongings. Or rather, what remained of hers. Almost everything Sola-Ui brought with her to Japan was lost over the course of this accursed war. Kayneth made her bring enough potions to heal and assist him. Yet, all of the high-quality stuff that wasn't lost to the building was used on the late blonde magus and his brief ally, the crippled Japanese half-magus Kariya. But that didn't matter anymore.
'Hmph…' With a sorrowful glare to the dilapidated ceiling, she sighed. 'I'm finally free…'
Usually, a fiancé would cry over the death of her deceased future husband, but not Sola-Ui Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri. The red-haired woman stood still in the empty warehouse and was giddily ecstatic.
Her marriage with Kayneth wasn't out of love but a political alliance between two magi families. She was just a tool, forced to plan ahead in spending life with a man whom she never cared for nor loved. Before, Sola-Ui didn't really care about it. Since her childhood, the idea to marry someone for the sake of her family was hammered into her head. Besides, before this war, Kayneth didn't seem like the worst option either.
A talented magus from a prestigious noble family, aside from being wealthy and well-educated, he possessed the finest assets any magus bride would look for in a potential mate, powerful genes for a future generation she'd rear with her own skills. Before all of this, Sola didn't care and was readily looking forward to accepting such as her fate.
But then it all changed.
She'd met her knight, an actual knight, who would've saved her from this lonely existence if she'd only ask. He was the man who showed her what real love was like by simply sparing her a glance. Sola-Ui never cared about such things before, but that man changed all of it.
"Ah… my beloved… Servant Lancer, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne." His name caused Sola-Ui's heart to stir every time she said it to herself. Even as she cried herself to sleep in the past few weeks, it was the only time she would find solace, saying his name over and over to herself.
He was the one she wanted to spend her life with. He was the one she wanted to take her away from it all. Even if said knight tried to avoid her in the beginning, there was no doubt in her mind or heart that he'd accede to her every fantasy, her every wish, so long as she dared take him up with her desire. She stopped caring about anything except for Lancer. She desired him. She wanted for the Servant to be hers and hers alone.
But Kayneth ruined everything.
Not only was he Lancer's master, unworthy of him, but he also made everything interfere with their love. In Sola-Ui's mind, it was without a doubt Kayneth's fault she and Diarmuid couldn't spend more time together while he was alive. Oh, yes, when he was alive. After all, her knight wasn't alive anymore. Not after the failure of a fiancé had him fight a battle he couldn't outright win.
'Kayneth's at fault! It's all his fault! He allowed Diarmuid to die! That jealous bastard couldn't stand the truth. That I fell in love with his Servant! He should have been the one to die on that night!' Calming herself, she recomposed with only her balled fist still tensed. 'At least that part is fixed.'
There was another reason Sola-Ui didn't grieve over the death of her betrothed one. Why should she when she was the one who helped in his murder?
After the night her Diarmuid died, the woman magus started to think about a way to get rid of Kayneth. The man should have paid for his crime against her love. And so he would. Thankfully, his ally, the boy Lelouch Lamperouge, was more than willing to help her.
While the fool would continue to project his visions of grandeur, his hopes of at least getting something out of his failure of participation, she would act as a spy and inform the Master of Avenger when her sorry excuse of a fiancé will inevitably betray him. After that, it was simply too easy. Kayneth never expected her to hide some modern devices inside Kayneth's clothes when he was too trusting of her to take care of his needs in their deplorable state. Lelouch finishing the job without her having to dirty her hands was the only regret she had.
And though she was free from it all, she still wished she could've seen the last look on that despicable fool's face when he realized she was to blame before he exploded to kingdom come.
'Well… there's nothing left for me here…' With a tired sigh, the woman snapped her fingers. As soon as she did, the boundary field surrounding the premises shattered and vanished, not leaving a single trace of a magus' presence apart from the woman standing alone in the building with what little belongings she had left. One of which was a pair of plane tickets sat atop her last remaining briefcase. 'In the end, at least that man was able to procure a farewell gift.'
Before his last excursion, Kayneth had prepared means to leave Japan. All Sola-Ui needed was to make her way to the Fuyuki Airport. She'd waited the entire night until the morning, waiting if her 'dear' fiancé would show up on the off-chance Lamperouge would've failed. But it would seem the plan worked out nicely.
Her familiar was sent to scout the church only saw ruins of the building and local authorities trying to make heads or tails of what was going on. Without the guidance of the would-be arbiters or the Magus Owner of the Fuyuki Ward, Tohsaka Tokiomi, the poor detectives were at a loss on what to explain to the public.
But having been a non-participant ever since the death of her beloved, it wasn't her issue anymore. Leave it to the oblivious plebeians to deal with the bloody mess her former fiancé left. She'd achieved her end of the deal. The boy had done his.
She was done, henceforth washing her hands of this sordid affair of a Holy Grail War.
Left hand wheeling away her stuff, right hand pocketing both of the tickets, there was no point staying here any more than necessary. It was time to leave.
However, as soon as she kicked open the disgustingly rusting doorway open and walked out into the cold night air, Sola-Ui felt something wrap around her neck.
"Wha—NGMPH!" She couldn't scream when, apart from the apparent elbow, something, or someone, had pressed a rag against her face. Having not prepared to encounter a combatant so close to her base mere minutes after disabling the boundary field, she couldn't fight off her attacker. She could only whine in defiance before slumping down silent. She'd been caught where no passerby or an ally would ever be able to save her.
Her consciousness, slowly fading, had sharpened in its last moments of waking. With the temperament of a magus that toed the line of life and death, Sola-Ui tried her damned best to fight to stay awake. All that she was able to accomplish, however, was catch a glimpse of her attacker. A stern-faced woman with short black hair.
"Target has been captured. Heading back now, Kiritsugu."
'Dammit…' unable to hold on any longer, Sola-Ui's thoughts cursed her former fiancé once more. 'Of all the people… it had to be… the Magus Killer…'
The last the woman could feel before everything faded to black was being hoisted up on the woman's shoulders to be brought to who knows where.
Knowing the name and identity of who her kidnapper worked for, however, she didn't have any pleasant dreams, if any, of what was to come.