In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

otherwise--

Singularities cannot be repaired!

The wind blows.

The clouds dispersed.

it's time!

"Excalibur Morgan—!"

A sinister black light emanated from the man's projected artifact.

That was a light of memory that should not have existed, but now, for some reason, it has been given power comparable to the original.

Vlad Tsepesh Dracula frowned slightly.

After all, the opponent had never shown anything like this in previous battles.

but--

For this man who had already suffered countless assassination attempts during his lifetime, such unexpected attacks were nothing new.

"Kazikli Bey!"

Vlad Tsepesh Dracula raised his hands and unleashed a Noble Phantasm that had never been shown before.

The moment the words were spoken...

Countless sharp spears rose from beneath the man's feet, forming an iron curtain that blocked all directions.

It was like a demon castle (Draculea), possessing extremely terrifying defensive capabilities!

Unseen curses and pain flew out, completely deflecting the beam of Excalibur Morgan.

This was a closely contested battle.

"Ah."

Vlad Tsepesh Dracula gave a cold laugh.

"Your strength is indeed very strong."

"but--"

"It seems that's all there is to it."

"maybe."

Ian's gaze never left Vlad Tsepesh Dracula.

He gripped the projected black sword blade tightly with both hands and assumed an attack stance once again.

"Excalibur Morgan—!"

"what?!"

Piercing Gong never expected that Ian would be able to unleash another attack in such a short time.

Could it be——

Is his Noble Phantasm the type that isn't very powerful but can be used multiple times?

Vlad Tsepes Dracula's idea was shattered in less than a second.

because--

The opponent's attack did not weaken at all; it remained as powerful as before.

once.

twice.

three times.

Ian is constantly unleashing Excalibur Morgan.

Although each attack was repelled by Vlad Tsepesh Dracula's piercing fortress (Kazikli Bey), it never stopped.

The piercing man quickly realized something was wrong.

If released like this—

The body simply couldn't withstand such a drain on magic power!

and many more……

Vlad Tsepesh Dracula suddenly realized a possibility.

Could he be a legendary dragon?

If it's that kind of creature... then it could indeed support this level of magic power consumption!

But the puncture expert no longer has the opportunity to verify all of this.

Suppressed by the absolute amount of magical energy, he ultimately couldn't hold on.

In the dark, ominous Excalibur Morgan, this powerful man vanished with resentment.

Only Lancelot remains.

Ian looked up at the slightly whitening sky, feeling somewhat worried.

Time is running out.

After daybreak, Jeanne Alter could not possibly be unaware that so many Servants had died.

Going to fail?

Do not!

I absolutely mustn't think about that; I have to hurry!

however--

Things unfolded as if in response to the man's determination.

"I see."

Understanding Ian's intention in drawing his sword, Lancelot threw down the Lake Sword—Aroundight.

"Come on, Shadow of the Knight King, give me a quick death."

Ian paused for a moment.

"Lancelot, you..."

“Don’t worry about me cheating.” Lancelot smiled slightly. “I had a feeling something was off all along.”

"Now I understand why this is the case."

“A true knight would never hesitate at a time like this.”

“However—” Lancelot looked at Ian in front of him.

"Next time I'm really going to take action... I'm not willing to keep losing to you."

Faced with this "challenge," Ian naturally did not shy away.

"Happy to accompany you."

“Then let’s go.” Lancelot spread his arms.

"Ah."

hiss-

Blood spurted from Lancelot.

Ian killed him effortlessly.

But the man knew he would remember this excellent knight forever.

At dawn.

Having been bathed in the blood of many, Ian returned to Atalanta.

"Master did it." The catgirl said in a trembling voice.

"Then... it's my turn next."

"But before that—"

"May I ask my master a question?"

“Of course,” Ian answered without hesitation.

"that is--"

Atalanta looked into the man's eyes, her gaze softening with a tender affection.

"Can I try being carried in a princess carry?"

"I'm so envious of the way you lifted Master down from the dragon that day."

"..."

Without the slightest hesitation, Ian bent down and picked up the catgirl.

He suddenly realized that this seemed to be the first time he had done this with her.

He suddenly realized that his relationship with her was more than just playing with fire.

"I'm sorry, Atalanta."

"Shhh."

The catgirl reached out and gently covered the man's mouth.

"I don't want to hear my master say such things anymore."

"Now--"

"I just want to walk a little further with my master."

"..."

All words have lost their meaning at this moment.