I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

Another voice entered the battlefield.

Mordred could never forget.

The owner of that voice was none other than the fairy knight "Gawain" who had defeated her last time.

She immediately stopped releasing her Noble Phantasm.

"...Gawain...Why did you come here...!"

Atalanta's hostility lessened somewhat.

No matter what, Bagst was an ally, so she naturally wouldn't consider him a target for killing.

She still retained this rationality.

"It's nothing. I was just sent here to provide support by Lord Du Wei. I'm happy and honored by the kindness shown to me by the Lord. I'm quite envious of him, though."

"Master...?"

Atalanta's tone softened slightly.

She still sounded quite unfriendly, but what can you do when she's a berserker?

The Chaldea members raised their alert level to the highest level.

An unprecedented fairy knight has appeared!

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Her long, golden hair was smooth and wavy.

The silver-white armor gleamed in the dim firelight, while the black flame greatsword concealed a terrifying, man-eating power.

Her heroic and magnificent demeanor is like that of a war goddess.

Solemn and untouchable.

"Such an unusually heavy magical reaction! This is completely different from the Servants I've encountered before! This is... a Fairy Knight?!"

A bead of sweat the size of a bean trickled down Mashu's forehead.

If the opponent is this powerful without even launching an attack, one can only imagine how terrifying they would be if they wielded their sword.

This is different from their previous enemies.

“Atalanta, I really like this wild look of yours. It’s quite reminiscent of my Fang Clan. Let’s discuss it in more detail later.”

Bagst turned his head and revealed a pleased smile.

It's like seeing someone similar to yourself in a foreign land, and you feel a vague sense of belonging and joy.

Her meaning was quite clear.

Both Atalanta and the chalk walls behind her are what she is meant to protect.

"Gawain, I don't need protection."

"Hmm, he is indeed a strong person... Well, at least we share the same goal of protecting the city."

"...That's no problem."

Atalanta and Bagst 110 reached an agreement.

They were all guarding this place under Du Wei's orders, so there was no need to view each other as too hostile.

Moreover, they used to have a pretty good relationship.

Bagst taught Atalanta how to spend time with children and how to make treats that children would like.

"That girl is dangerous. You need to be careful when dealing with her and absolutely cannot let your guard down."

Mordred raised the level of vigilance to the highest level.

Joan of Arc attempted to see through Bagst's true name to obtain information about him, but she could see nothing.

The other party is undoubtedly a survivor.

She is not a heroic spirit, but a living being who breathes air and truly lives in this world.

"So this is Chaldea... Ha, even weaker than I imagined. I really don't know why Lord Duwei cares about you so much, and even gave us those kinds of orders."

Bagst's gaze was extremely cold.

However, these opponents should be able to keep her entertained.

One-sided oppression of the weak is sometimes a very boring thing and does not conform to the standard of "survival of the fittest".

"I hope you're not no different from the livestock of the Fairy Kingdom; soft flesh can't satisfy my appetite. As rare guests in the pan-human history, I will treat you well with this sword!"

The flames on Bagst's sword grew even stronger.

An extremely clear sense of hostility was conveyed to the Chaldeans.

"My name is Gawain, a member of the Fairy Round Table, the guardian of Britain! I will crush you with the name bestowed upon me by His Majesty!"

The battle began in the blink of an eye.

Mordred was undoubtedly the first to respond.

She was the most suitable person to deal with Bagst, while Joan of Arc was the one to deal with Atalanta.

"I will never... I will never let, I will never let such people stop me from realizing my ideals! They are sinners just like them!"

Atalanta's claws unleashed dark shockwaves.

"Goo!"

Joan of Arc once again used her holy banner to block it.

A faint bloodstain was left on his cheek and body, and the immense mass of the filthy magic was undeniable.

The situation on the other side is also quite intense.

"You defeated opponent, do you still want to embarrass yourself in front of me?"

"Ugh, so annoying! This clumsy, fat knight! Has no one ever complained about how annoying he is to talk!?"

"Fat—? You bastard! How dare you fool me!"

Mordred is second to none when it comes to hurling insults.

He enraged the enemy with just one sentence.

Bagst was 1.9 meters tall.

Her appearance exudes a beauty that combines fullness and elegance, and her figure is beautiful and sexy due to her hard work.

Although it is an undeniable fact that she is tall.

But Bagst has always been mindful of his appearance.

Because in front of the man she likes, she naturally wants to show her most beautiful side as a woman.

Boom!

The explosion, powerful enough to alter the terrain, left behind a trail of devastation, turning the surrounding area into a sea of ​​fire in the blink of an eye.

Mordred was thrown back by the force of the impact.

I felt my magic being devoured again, as if it would be taken away just when the blades clashed.

"The words of a loser are not worth mentioning! To me, such a little thing is just a roadside weed. Wait until it grows up and matures before you speak, or I'll get tired of talking."

Bagst shrugged as he spoke.

The weight she concealed within her front breastplate was no mere decoration; its specifications completely surpassed Mordred's.

The size is like comparing a warship to a car.

After all, how could an A- possibly beat a massive D+?

"For someone with such a poor body, this kind of hardship is something I may never experience in my entire life."

"Hmph, isn't he quite the talker?!"

Mordred unleashed her magic and slashed down again to meet the attack head-on.

Even when the two women were fighting, it did not prevent them from talking.

This battle was slightly different, however, as Mordred had the assistance of Mash and Astolfo.

"Mash, move forward and cover Mordred!"

"Yes, senior!"

Mash raised her great shield and slammed it down on Bagst.

She caught the pressure of the falling air and blocked the shield bash with a swing of her greatsword.

Mordred immediately seized the opportunity.

As she swung the demonic sword forward, carrying crimson lightning, chains formed from azure flames bound her movements.

Bagst controlled the chain.