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

Jeanne darts smiled in the direction of Ritsuka and Mash, her voice as warm as a gentle breeze as she said, "May Chaldea once again become a beacon illuminating the way forward, ushering in a tomorrow called hope..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the saintess's consciousness completely dissipated.

Only the humans who served as the host remained in place.

The light particles scattered by the wind seemed to be illuminating the way in the darkness, as if they wanted to bring their Master that warm hope.

Another follower has vanished.

Sensing this, Ritsuka clenched her fists, biting her lips to keep herself alert.

"Mash, let's go, let's get the Greater Grail!"

"Senior...Yes!"

Mashu looked at Ritsuka, whose face was full of determination.

Her emotions stirred within him, and his grip on the shield tightened.

Bagst is now incapacitated.

This is the perfect opportunity for the Chaldeans to storm the royal city; they cannot afford to waste the efforts of Joan of Arc and Spartacus.

"Goo! I am the Fairy Knight... Bagst... guarding the city gate under the orders of Lord Duve... how could I...!"

Bagst struggled to stand up.

From the very beginning, she single-handedly fought against multiple Servants, a truly remarkable achievement.

It's about time.

Morgan's words reached Bagst's ears.

"What...? Are you asking me to step down!? Since Your Majesty has made this decision... then I... have no objection..."

Bagst clenched his teeth as he spoke.

It wasn't anger at Morgan's decision, but rather regret that he couldn't personally kill Chaldea.

She had done her best in terms of combat performance.

Morgan let her leave the game because he didn't want her to be too overworked, and besides, it would be too boring to keep having the Cavaliers play.

She already had the idea of ​​going into battle in her mind.

"Pan-human history has demonstrated such power to me, so as the ruler of a nation, I should reciprocate in kind, shouldn't I?"

Morgan smiled sarcastically and rose from his throne.

From this moment forward, she will take control of this battlefield.

It's time to let the Pan-Human History know the power of the Lostbelts; we can't let them get too cocky.

.......

.....

Meanwhile, outside the inner city gate.

Bavanshi never saw the enemy attack.

Boredom overwhelmed him, and the idea of ​​helping Du Wei and his mother began to take root in his mind.

This is a chance to impress them.

It is also an opportunity for both people to love each other more.

Bagst is guarding the outer city gates, and there must be a lot of fighting going on. How can he just stand there like that?

"How about having some fun? This time I'm going to give Du Wei and Mother a real surprise! Aren't all the people in Pan-Human History just small fry?!"

Bawanshi smiled brightly and innocently.

Red high heels clicked on the pristine street, and the gorgeous gown swayed gently in the breeze.

A magical fluctuation appeared within the range of perception.

"Found it!"

When Bawanshi noticed this, she smiled with amusement and excitement, like a cat that had caught a mouse.

Without saying a word, he rushed to the location of the reaction.

After Spartacus breached the walls, the android soldiers stormed inside.

There was also a follower mixed in with them.

Although he doesn't have many formidable combatants, he possesses a unique set of characteristics.

William Shakespeare.

They infiltrated this place as servants of Chaldea.

"With such an interesting and grand Holy Grail War story, how could we possibly give up such a wonderful subject! Whether it's Spartacus's rebellion or the saint's self-sacrifice, these are truly exhilarating! Inspiration is—constantly flooding my mind!"

Shakespeare walks down the main street of the royal city.

He had just finished watching the battle in the outer city.

Chaldea is currently advancing on the main city, and as a Servant without combat ability, he can only take advantage of the chaos.

As for what contributions he made in this war....

That is to add a Noble Phantasm to the androids.

Originally, only Heroic Spirits could possess Noble Phantasms, but Shakespeare had the special ability to compose stories.

Therefore, items and concepts can be enhanced through magical attachments.

If you write that it can cut through everything in the world, the sword will transform into a magical artifact and become incredibly sharp.

The same applies to other items.

Now, in his heightened emotions, he has run into trouble.

The fairy knight is right in front of me.

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Even with a Noble Phantasm, it's useless.

The physical body is a shackle for androids; even if they obtain a Noble Phantasm, they cannot fully unleash its power.

Moreover, these Noble Phantasms are of too low a level.

Shakespeare could only create C-rank Noble Phantasms at most, which were insignificant in Bavanshi's eyes.

The pungent smell of rusty iron filled the air.

Drip, drip...

Liquid dripped slowly from the transparent sound ducts, creating ripples in the already formed pool of blood.

A weak, whimpering sound came from his throat.

The next moment, what awaits the android is not salvation, but an invisible string that wants to take its life.

The pristine, snow-white ground gradually turned a deep red.

The bloody drama unfolded just like that.

Witnessing this scene, Shakespeare's mind was in turmoil, and indescribable emotions surged through his heart.

Shock? Sigh? Indignation?

Perhaps all of these feelings are present.

As a writer, he was indeed amazed by this scene, especially the fairy girl dancing in the pool of blood.

She was like the leading lady in a play.

Dancing a dance that never stops.

"Gurgle—!"

Shakespeare suddenly came to his senses.

So engrossed in the visual experience that they didn't realize the other person had locked onto them as a target.

What a blunder!

You can feel invisible sound threads surrounding you, and if you take a step a meter, you might be shredded into pieces.

Keep in mind that he was just a writer with no fighting ability.

They couldn't even cast a single magic trick.

"You're a bit different from these guys, aren't you? Are you a Servant?! Hahaha, looks like I've found another great toy~!"

Bawanshi laughed happily.

The invisible strings are entirely controlled by her ten fingers; a single, gentle stroke can bring about the demise of any servant before her.

"Wait! How can you treat a writer like this! This is going too far! At least, at least let me put pen to paper!"