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

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It starts with a magic formula composed of countless characters.

A dense and powerful stream of magical light swept out instantly.

Crimson lightning flowed across the battlefield.

In a split second, Mordred moved swiftly across the street, the boost from the release of magic allowing him to successfully evade.

Mash raised her large shield to block the aftershocks of the spell.

Weaving through a dense barrage of magical beams, even a mere glancing blow can cause some damage.

Armor is like paper in front of it.

They leaped through the air with all their might to evade attacks, then used the walls of the surrounding buildings to push off with their feet and sprint forward.

"Successful!"

Mordred seized the opportunity to launch a slash.

As if by a miracle, through intuition, the sword bypassed the magical web woven from beams of light and slashed toward Morgan with a chilling sharpness.

It stopped just an inch from Morgan's head.

The attack was blocked by the magic wand.

"You really think it'll be that easy, Mordred? Looks like I haven't taught you a lesson enough. This time, let me give you a proper lesson."

Morgan's dignified demeanor changed slightly.

The wand that had blocked the sword blade slashed horizontally, overflowing with magic that sent Mordred flying away from him.

She regained her balance as soon as her feet touched the ground.

A muddy, turbid current spread out around Morgan, like a primitive animal stirring and twisting.

The turbid currents surged, and darkness raced.

The sweeping tsunami engulfed everything in its path, spreading out at supersonic speed.

An ominous stream formed from curses and resentment.

Anything tangible will inevitably be corroded within it, and no matter how much it struggles, it cannot escape this fate.

"Ugh—!!"

Mordred was caught off guard.

The dark waves roared and crashed against her head.

In the blink of an eye, I was caught up in it.

Mashu acted even faster.

She led Ritsuka to the rooftop first; if they had been even a fraction slower, they would have been swept away by the torrent.

Normal humans simply cannot resist this filth.

"Gua-ah—!"

Mordred was drowned in the muddy water.

His entire body was enveloped in a white mist with a corrosive acidity, and his flesh felt a burning pain.

We can't stay in this filthy torrent for too long!

Just as I was trying to escape, another wave hit.

It submerged her once again.

"Ha! In the way!"

A crimson thunderclap exploded from the filth.

He briefly gave Mordred a moment to catch her breath, then raised his sword high, unleashing magic to unleash a ten-meter-long blade of light.

It cleaved down directly in front of the street where Morgan was located.

Lightning flashed and streaked across the ground.

A vertical electrical discharge cut three feet above the ground, a huge blade-shaped flash of light passing through in a straight line.

The contaminants were evaporated by the overheating current.

Morgan raised her wand to block the attack from the front, only to find that Mordred, who had been wielding the sword, had vanished.

He couldn't help but frown slightly.

The next second, a voice came from behind.

"Mother, I succeeded this time!"

The voice suddenly rang out from behind.

The burgeoning killing intent transformed into a hurricane that swept in, but it stopped the moment Morgan turned around.

The cold tip of the sword stopped in front of Morgan's delicate pink neck.

Mordred's armor was corroded and damaged in many places, greatly reducing its defensive capabilities.

"...Aren't you going to do anything?"

Morgan gazed at her with her pale blue eyes.

Through Mordred's emerald eyes, a hint of hesitation flashed through her vision.

A slight smile appeared on her face.

"Let me tell you one more thing, Mordred. Don't think that targeting a single magician will be enough when dealing with a magician."

"What do you mean?!"

Mordred suddenly sensed a fluctuation in magical energy.

The moment I turned my head, I saw something incomprehensible.

Another Morgan appeared behind them.

Morgan, wielding a giant axe imbued with deep blue magical light, unleashed a slashing aura that struck her from the side.

Requesting flowers?

Boom!

Mordred crashed into the building on the left.

"There are...two Morgans...!?"

Mashu Ritsuka, who was on the roof of the house, saw the battle and both of them showed a shocked expression.

Moreover, it was not an illusion.

Instead, they are biological entities, and it is impossible to discern any difference between the two Morgans.

Both the pressure and the magical power are the same.

I had no idea this would happen.

"You don't think there's only one me here, do you? If so, then the history of humankind is far too lenient and peaceful. Since I'm a magician, I can do whatever I want with 'clones that are equal to myself'."

. . ....

Morgan's words carried a hint of disdainful laughter.

She can quickly create such thought entities, and she alone can support a country.

Each clone possesses the same strength as the original.

The winter sun shone on the streets.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a pristine world of ice and snow.

Mordred emerged from the rubble, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, having been struck in the abdomen.

The Empress Dowager remained as ruthless as ever in dealing with enemies.

At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder why he was fighting here.

Is it to pull out the sword of royal selection that your father once drew?

The girl's silhouette as she drew her sword gradually came into view.

As an observer, I watched this scene unfold, and I also knew that she pulled it out after learning the outcome.