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

The palace guards were talking to the knights of the Queen's personal guard, and their words were full of sarcasm and ridicule.

These are all noises that Bavanshi ignores in private.

"Honestly, that's too licentious. If someone had the power of Lord Duwei, they could tolerate it... but that little girl's magic is only at the level of a low-level fairy."

The royal guard's words were full of disdain.

The guards nodded slightly, a sentiment echoed by many of the fairies.

"Dare to talk about me? Then die! You, the one holding the book, haven't you had enough fun yet?!"

Seeing this, Bawanxi unleashed another sonic blade.

An unbearable anger erupted from within.

*Pfft!*

The knight and guards, still talking, suddenly collapsed, but the drama did not end there.

Because it hasn't ended yet.

Even if the knights and guards in front of you fall, there are still other characters who can continue the story.

"The drama doesn't end here yet. After all, these are all real issues stemming from the heart, and I'm merely a mediocre first-rate writer responsible for exposing them. This treasure won't stop so easily!"

Shakespeare's voice echoed in the theater.

But Bawanshi couldn't find the guy's shadow, and even wildly slashing with the sound string couldn't hit the target.

She could only watch the disgusting drama like this.

The most vulnerable parts of my heart are constantly being touched.

"Without the name 'Tristan', he would only be third-rate... no, even with it, he would only be third-rate. Without His Majesty's protection, he would be even inferior to us, the Queen's knights."

The new royal guard continued the narration.

He also interacted with new palace guards.

"The weaker the dog, the louder it barks. If she weren't Her Majesty's daughter and Lord Duvie's lover, I imagine every fairy in Britain would have chosen to kill this yelping dog..."

A jumble of intricate and chaotic sounds entered my ears.

Even after cutting off the other person with a string, one still cannot stop the voice originating from one's own heart.

It's too noisy, too noisy.

It's no use what the other small fry say.

She was Morgan's chosen successor and also the woman deeply loved by the fairy knight Duve.

It was her mother who taught her magic and bestowed upon her the Darlington, which she could freely manipulate and destroy.

It was Du Wei who took her away from that village, allowing her to experience what is called happiness and joy.

"But was he truly loved? No, the question is, was he truly worthy of being loved? If he believed that killing was his way of repaying his mother and lover, then why does he still question himself now?"

The questions that penetrate to the core cannot be ignored.

Shakespeare's words struck a chord with Bavanshi.

Generally speaking, only a few people who can assert that their lives are pure and spotless can overcome this Noble Phantasm.

The more confident you are in yourself, the easier it is to fall into this treasure's trap. There are very few people who can firmly believe that they have no regrets.

This is a powerful weapon capable of defeating countless heroes.

"Du Wei told me to 'kill the infuriating fairy,' and Mother told me to 'destroy the annoying happiness.' I've been doing it very seriously, but it's still far from enough...!"

Bawanshi's pupils trembled slightly as she covered her head and cried out.

She is already deeply entangled in this treasure.

"Hmm...something seems off...?"

However, things were somewhat different from what Shakespeare had anticipated.

Normally, one should be distraught and appear completely unprepared.

However, Bavanshi is somewhat the opposite.

She has become much more agitated now.

"Ahhh... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Mother... Du Wei... Next time I'll be serious... Next time I'll kill even more..."

I am the free-spirited (willful), elegant (cruel), cool (cute), and popular British celebrity... the beloved Bavanshi...

A crimson magic power emerged from Bawanshi's body.

Seeing this, Shakespeare vaguely sensed something was amiss, as if something was slipping out of his control.

An aura similar to that of a Noble Phantasm emanated from it.

That was the "garden" that Morgan placed on Bavanshi just in case.

Legend has it that even the plum grove is so secluded that it can only be found within its tranquility.

Morgan came up with this plan in order to prevent Bavanshi from being persecuted by others.

It has now successfully served its protective purpose.

The "Court" itself has similar abilities to Shakespeare's treasures, which is why it can activate its defensive mechanism.

"This is how I've always acted. Like the queen's heir, like the fairy knight's lover. I've always been striving, striving even when I don't understand!"

Ah...my mother, gentler than anyone else...and...Du Wei, who protected and saved me...I want to love you more deeply than anyone else...so I must kill more...more...!"

Bawanshi wiped the tears from her cheeks.

From the very beginning, she cried like a little girl, afraid of not being loved by the person she liked.

This worry is her pain.

Now, this emotion has transformed into her strength.

"I want to be a daughter that my mother can be proud of, and I want to be a worthy lover by the side of the fairy knight...!"

Shakespeare did not break Bavanshi's spirit.

This, on the contrary, strengthened her resolve.

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With that, the theater's Noble Phantasm was broken.

The surrounding scenery returned to the appearance of Camelot, and Shakespeare was freed from the constraints of the strings.

Unfortunately, Bavanshi had no reason to let him go.

Unable to resist the approaching strings, they were easily disarmed and subdued.

"Hmm! Although I know about high-ranking Servants who can combine Heroic Spirits, to attach the name of a Heroic Spirit to a fairy... isn't that just adding another tragedy on top of another...? How...?"

Even being bound could not stop Shakespeare's writerly spirit.

Through the performance of the play, one can glimpse Bavanshi's inner world; he understood it quite well after only watching for a short while.

The killing intent surged continuously within the strings.

Only this method can make others love you more.

"Hahaha... Hahaha... Found you... Got you...! I won't let you escape! This time I'll definitely finish you off!"

Bavanshi glared fiercely at Shakespeare.

Morgan remembered the magic he had been taught and decided to use it as a Noble Phantasm to defeat him!

Immediately, she produced a hammer and nails.

The most unusual thing was the wooden doll she took out; Shakespeare could sense an ominous aura emanating from it.

"Hahaha, are you unwilling? Very unwilling? How does it feel to be killed by a nobody like me? But... none of that matters now!"

Bavanshi hammered the nail into the puppet's chest.

Suddenly, Shakespeare shuddered.

An ominous magical power arose from within his body, and a strange, foreign sensation was rapidly expanding within him.

"【Fetch.Failnaught】!"

This treasure can curse and kill the opponent no matter how far away they are.

You can create a clone by obtaining items from the opponent, and then kill the original by destroying the clone.

Shakespeare is enjoying this kind of treatment now.

Black spikes shot out from the pierced chest, the overlapping blades once again resembling the delicate beauty of a datura flower.

The blood watered this flower, giving it a vibrant red color.

It looks incredibly tempting.

"Gulp... Is this the end...? We...... But... in the end, this ending is... truly heartbreaking...!"