Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

The power was like the simultaneous release of countless treasures of the king, each shot containing the terrifying power equivalent to the release of an A-rank Noble Phantasm, causing Gilgamesh and Ozymandias, who sensed the intensity of the true ether fluctuations within, to change color.

No wonder their attacks couldn't hurt the opponent in the slightest; now there are countless attacks comparable to the previous one!

Even the composed Kingpin and Raikou felt that things were getting complicated.

Just based on their current strength, they are definitely no less powerful than the two of them. If this is such a powerful enemy, which is only the tip of the iceberg, then if all the enemy Servants are like this, then this faction war can be skipped!

Ramses II: "It's not over yet! This is nothing!"

Despite his stubbornness, La Er shouted, and the next moment several more high-intensity flashes of light fell from the solar ship and crashed into the earth.

Rumble! This attack wasn't aimed at the white dragon, but instead transformed into countless towering sphinxes upon landing.

Each one is a powerful fantasy species whose combat strength is comparable to that of a first-class heroic spirit.

Most importantly, these sphinxes are 'faceless'.

Screams echoed through the city below.

It was daytime, and in densely populated Tokyo, everyone's attention was drawn to the enormous white dragon.

This battle of heroes was inevitably brought to the forefront.

Many Masters who were secretly watching the situation here—such as Tokiomi Tohsaka and Kenneth—were all green with envy. Mystery must never be revealed in reality, as this would accelerate its fading. If the Holy Grail War were to take place in Fuyuki, it would mostly be at night, and the Church could cover up any damage that occurred. But how could they cover up such a big commotion in Tokyo during the day?

Even if magic were used to erase the memories of ordinary people, such a huge commotion, known to the whole world, coupled with people already recklessly taking out their phones to film and spread it online...

it's over...

On the other hand, although the two Counterforces had decided to ignore this world, after seeing the huge commotion caused by the opening of the Holy Grail War, they also felt that it was all over, that this world was completely beyond saving, and decided to just cut it off as a Lostbelt.

Tokyo--

The appearance of dozens of sphinxes caused ordinary people to scream continuously, especially since those summoned by Ramses II seemed to be related to the Cthulhu Mythos, all being incarnations of the 'faceless god' that resembled the face of the starry sky.

After all, in the Cthulhu Mythos, a certain evil god has appeared in the form of a black pharaoh or even a black god.

The starry sky represents the infinite unknown and humanity's most primal fears. To these ordinary people at this moment, it is undoubtedly a monster. What is unfolding before their eyes is a monster battle between a monster and an ultimate, colossal monster!

Ozymandias: "Try these! Heh heh ha ...

With the vast magical reserves that the Ise family, which had been defeated by Ozymandias, had prepared for the Holy Grail War as their trump card, Ozymandias squandered his power without restraint. Now, he and Gilgamesh each had the power to fight a Holy Grail War in one night.

Unfortunately, the opponent they faced was an even more inhuman being.

The destructive jet of white light swept across, not only shattering all the Sphinxes that tried to approach, but even causing Ramses II's solar ship to explode upon being hit, its hull being sliced ​​through.

Ramses II: "!!!"

What terrifying power! It actually destroyed his solar ship...

Just that one attack from Yoru was equivalent to wiping out the entire participating Heroic Spirits from three Holy Grail Wars.

The original lineup of two kings was already powerful enough, but after encountering the enemy, they realized that there are always people stronger than them.

impossible--!

My solar boat is as flimsy as paper.

Gilgamesh's expression turned serious and he rebuked, "Fool, you brainless Sun King... When facing such a colossal enemy, you should have used your agility to your advantage. Such a massive solar ship is nothing more than a target for the enemy."

Of course—in Gilgamesh's eyes, that enormous white dragon was nothing more than a target, just like the Bull of Heaven before him. Although its power was formidable, it was still no match for his countless human treasures—the Gate of Babylon!

His very existence is the greatest countermeasure against such a gigantic enemy...

Of course—except for those as powerful as Tiamat, the creator goddess, who would be a headache even for Gilgamesh who wields the two great weapons, Ea and En.

In order to deal with this huge enemy, Tiamat Gilgamesh did indeed make preparations, specifically for dealing with her mother's secret weapon.

But now is not the time to bring it out...

If the battle to defeat Tiamat has already reached the point of revealing one's trump cards before even beginning, then this battle is far too 'difficult' and 'heavy'.

At the same time, Mordred was completely unable to intervene in the battle.

The two kings' high-ground aerial battle against the white dragon made it impossible for most of the heroic spirits who wanted to intervene, leaving her helpless.

On the other side, Linglongguan, through magic, took in all the battles at Tokyo Tower. The fairy queen Morgan, who was watching the show with a group of people, had not looked away since the white dragon appeared and called himself 'father'. After a long while, she finally looked away and glanced at the direction of the night beside her with complicated and unintentional eyes.

That indifferent, seemingly unintentional glance was actually a look that had been rehearsed countless times in her mind.

Chapter Sixty-Six: Arthur! Starlight? The strongest fantasy, but only a sliver.

'Two different classes summoned by an era?' Morgan shuddered. Had you already—discovered it? Mordred and I, and you here, have you…?

Two identical people appeared in the same era.

With just one glance, she recognized the white dragon's true form. Even from a great distance, the Fairy Queen could clearly sense that familiar and immense aura.

She wouldn't mistake him... The figure she dreamed of countless nights, the white dragon was the very one she longed for.

Thinking in terms of the Heroic Spirits' perspective, we can only assume that the same Heroic Spirit descended at different classes and ages.

The other party recognized Mordred's connection to him and even acknowledged her identity as his 'daughter'.

Although Morgan is a fairy from the Lostbelt world and does not have a daughter named Mordred, there is a legend of the witch Morgan in Pan-Human History. Acknowledging Mordred means acknowledging her as well, right?

If Mordred is a daughter, then wouldn't she be—a 'wife'?

Thinking of this, she no longer dared to spy on Ye. Even though her face remained calm, the faint blush that rose to her cheeks and her small, plump, red ears betrayed this seemingly aloof queen.

Even after experiencing so many life events, compared to 'Ash's' life, even as a Lostbelt member, Morgan's life as Morgan is far shorter than the length of her life from the birth of Norse mythology to the present.

The 'wife status' that he had been searching for for thousands of years without success, the boundary he dared not cross, now—it seemed like he saw a glimmer of hope. At this moment, he couldn't even muster the thought of continuing to demand an explanation or harbor resentment.

When something you've longed for but never obtained is finally placed before you, no one is a saint—how could it not cause a huge shock! Even if it's just for a deep-seated obsession, it can cause you to waver and hesitate greatly in that instant.

'Master—it seems she didn't intentionally abandon me. She protected Mordred precisely because of me…' Such thoughts inevitably arose, and Morgan even began to find reasons to justify her initial 'disappointment' that Night hadn't recognized her immediately.

'After all, I've been through a lot over the years. Even my closest family members would find it hard to recognize the changes in me at first glance. Am I being too demanding of him?' Morgan thought to himself with a sense of relief, his grip on the staff tightening slightly.

Aside from Yoru, only Ayaka Sajou, the Master who knew her true identity, seemed to sense something and glanced at her, while the rest of the people were still focused on the magical image on the other side.

……

"Irisviel—should we go help?" On the road very close to the battlefield, Artoria, who had originally come on Kiritsugu Emiya's orders, looked at Irisviel beside her for her opinion.

The situation in the sky is now quite clear.

On their way here, Kiritsugu Emiya had given them some information. Although they didn't know King Pikachu's real name, his distinctive appearance allowed them to clearly determine which side was their allies.

Irisviel watched in awe at the scene of the myth being recreated. When she heard that the King of Knights wanted to participate in such an exaggerated battle, she was about to agree to this heroic beauty's request. However, when she remembered the scene of the King being knocked out by the enemy's Heroic Spirit with three punches not long ago, she suddenly worried that Saber would be gone the moment she entered.

"but……"

“If I activate my Noble Phantasm right here… I should be able to hit that big guy…” Looking at the surrounding area, which had been reduced to a sea of ​​fire, and the ruins and fleeing people, the Knight King’s sense of justice restored his somewhat depressed spirit, and he couldn’t help but speak up.

"Release the Noble Phantasm directly? Okay...!" After thinking for a moment, Irisviel, feeling that it was no problem, readily agreed.

As long as we don't face that terrifying behemoth directly, attacking from such a distance should be fine... right?

Although Noble Phantasms are a Heroic Spirit's trump card and should not be easily revealed, both Artoria and Irisviel are now filled with resentment. They have long since lost the right to compete for the crown of this glorious battle. If it weren't for protecting Irisviel, Artoria would never have agreed to let that villain continue to acknowledge his Master.

Since that's the case—they might as well go all out and do what they want openly and honestly. As for whether this would anger Kiritsugu Emiya, the two of them didn't care at all. Besides—that kind of terrifying enemy, without using their Noble Phantasms... with Artoria's current strength, she probably wouldn't even be able to get close to him.

The next moment, Artoria took a deep breath and raised the holy sword in her hand. Under normal circumstances, she would have felt that it was unfair to win against one against many, but after being hit by Kiritsugu Emiya's despicable methods, Artoria, who had grown a lot, finally began to regain some of the flexible moral compass she had when she was a queen.

In the Arthurian legends of her lifetime, when decisiveness was required, she would never hesitate or be indecisive.

Frequent volcanic eruptions near El Salvador spew out large amounts of volcanic ash, blocking sunlight and impacting crop yields, leading to food shortages.

The king led an invasion from neighboring Scotland, seizing a large number of cattle and sheep, thus solving Britain's food problem.

She may be an aggressor to outsiders, but to the Britons, she remains a hero, an eternal queen who brings hope to them. Compared to the pedantic Knight King of the Fourth World War, the current Artoria is more similar to the one who grew up during the Fifth World War.

As the dazzling light of the holy sword illuminated the horizon: "EX—"

That familiar glow immediately drew Mordred's attention: "...!!! Excalibur! Damn it!"

Even the glittering figure in the sky, Ramses II, and the seemingly insignificant Conqueror all turned their heads to look over—the Holy Sword Wielder!?

That is humanity's greatest fantasy. A sliver of starlight.

The dream itself, which transcends all time and space and is unattainable by ordinary people.

Past, present, and future. Forged from the hopes of countless warriors, undefeated across twelve wars in ten years. And now, the ever-victorious king will once again proclaim the true name of miracle.

The countless golden particles of light drifting in the sky seem like the faith, spirit, and soul of countless knights, following the resolute voice emanating from that radiance.

"—Calibur!!!" Boom~!! The light roared, the light—was howling—! In an instant, it crossed the distance and struck the huge figure of the white dragon in a straight line. The huge beam of light shot straight into the sky and completely engulfed the night's armor and figure.

Mordred's expression twisted utterly at the sight, her eyes turning bloodshot: "Arthur!!!"

In that instant, she stopped calling him "Father" and seemed to transform into Kuang Lan.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Light That Swallowed the Light, the Shadow of the Dragon! I, Awakening as—

Clearly—it was so hard, so hard, that was the most precious thing to Mordred.

It was a long-awaited moment when this child, who had never felt warmth before, experienced a warmth akin to that of a stray dog ​​that had been wandering for years, suddenly receiving a gentle, warm pat on the head.

Even though he fiercely resisted like a hedgehog, biting the other's palm (Wang Jian stabbed the other's chest), he still gently protected him—a fatherly love that was both dignified and domineering!

This domineering nature is precisely what he desires most.

Mordred—a child who went astray because of a lack of proper education, a good child who was not inherently bad, but who simply lacked care and recognition.

This is also why she and her Master, Kairi Shishigare, got along so well during the Subspecies Holy Grail War, and why she was able to resolve her obsessions and inner conflicts with his guidance in the end.

One is a child who lacks a father's love, and the other is a father who, due to a family curse, could not even protect his beloved adopted daughter and could not have offspring. He appears fierce but actually has a soft heart, a pitiful and desperate father. The two lick each other's wounds and heal each other's hearts.

Mordred's emotional wounds in this world have yet to be healed, especially since she is different from Shiki-Kai-Jie-Li, and Night may indeed have some kind of connection with her.

That kind of intimate connection is irreplaceable by any other emotion.

Before she could figure out why the other party claimed to be her father, she had a strong feeling that it wasn't just a joke, but that the white dragon really had some kind of connection with her.

She would never allow anyone to hurt the other person.

Could it be—a 'father' from another world, someone she wouldn't even dare to dream of, someone who only exists in her dreams and fairy tales?

But now, before this fairy tale has even been proven, it's about to be 'shattered' by a sliver of light from the invincible radiance of the Star Sword, the light that the Knights of the Round Table held in high regard?!

How could she not feel disgust?! How could she not feel anger?! How could she not feel fear?! The king, who would so cruelly shatter even her last hope and illusion.

'King of Knights!! Do you—hate me that much?'

They didn't even leave me a sliver of possibility for happiness, a single chance to be recognized.