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

The almost misty ethereal magic floated in the air, and the blue-green electric currents moved like water snakes.

A fierce and unrestrained gale howled.

A figure gradually came into view amidst the surging sea of ​​light, the phantom from the Wheel of Suppression becoming clearer.

It was as if it had been stained with a jet-black luster.

Perhaps it was because of this unusual situation that she was able to be summoned in her reversed form.

Even if someone wears a mask, their identity can still be discerned.

Morgan's eyes narrowed, a flash of resentment crossing them.

She probably never expected that the Servant she was summoned would be this one; even a lame joke wouldn't warrant such a reaction.

"Isn't that... in Fuyuki...!?"

Mash recognized her identity.

Chaldea fought this Servant in Singularity F, and that battle remains unforgettable to this day.

"I see... Camelot, the Knights of the Round Table, and Morgan—all the elements for her to appear in the world are here. Heh, the final episode of the Holy Grail War won't be boring."

Du Wei's face was beaming with immense joy.

It's impossible for Du Wei not to recognize her; meeting her in this way was truly unexpected.

Legend has it that she is the nemesis of the witch Morgan.

Once the Red Dragon of Britain, it ruled Britain and was known to the world as the invincible king.

Her name is Artoria Pendragon.

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Chapter 72 My Opponent [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

The day of shattered dreams has arrived.

Among them are knights who follow human reason and those who sense a connection to themselves.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

She is the killing machine tasked with eliminating enemies from the Lostbelt.

Her dark blonde hair swayed slightly.

It surpasses all the vibrancy and solemnity in the world, and should be pure and flawless, yet it has touched something that should not be defiled.

A pale face was covered by a pitch-black mask.

A chilling, malevolent aura filled her surroundings.

It feels like a symbol of life-stealing, destruction, a terrifying and chilling environment.

The King of Black should not exist in this world.

She wasn't supposed to be summoned like this, but instead, she ended up in this completely reversed state.

"Camelot..."

Artoria could immediately discern the surrounding environment.

The Camelot vaguely resembled the one in my memory; it might be a replica created by someone else.

They now understand to some extent the reason for their existence in this world.

Their gazes met those of another person they could not avoid.

"The ominous red dragon... Artoria!"

27 Morgan stared intently at Artoria.

The information originated from Morgan's memories of Pan-Human History, which carried her grief and hatred.

To say what similarities exist between Pan-Human History and Morgan of Lostbelt.

That is to unite against Artoria.

"I see... Morgan... is here?"

Artoria's tone was devoid of any emotion.

She is a reverse of the King of Knights.

Rather than focusing on her own feelings, she was a woman who would not shed a single tear even when her people or subjects died.

Cold-blooded and ruthless.

She was so similar to Morgan, who was both her sister and mother.

“Father...why would you...?”

Mordred looked utterly bewildered.

Having never seen Artoria like this before, a look of bewilderment and helplessness appeared on her face.

My father, who was known for his integrity and saintliness during his lifetime, was not like that.

She wouldn't possess such overwhelming murderous intent, nor such an icy aura that keeps strangers at bay.

It's so different from what I had in mind.

"Mordred is also part of the reason I am here. Don't get in my way."

Artoria glanced at Mordred

She raised her slender right hand and clenched it tightly.

The pitch-black magic seemed to want to devour and absorb the beam of light, greedily concentrating it all in its hand to transform into a demonic sword.

The shockwave shattered the floor of the house.

Because it was summoned by Pan-Human History to protect itself, Artoria's spirit origin is stronger than before.

The source of magic is also connected to the local dragon vein.

At least, there's no problem with its unrestrained use.

"..."

A bitter look appeared on Mordred's face.

He couldn't help but speculate about what he had done during his lifetime.

Could it be that my own actions led to my father's current state? If that were the case, wouldn't I be...?

I can't think about it any further.

A sense of guilt washed over me.

"Leave this to me."

Du Wei stepped forward and said this.

He didn't want Morgan to fight with this uncomfortable anger.

"...I will join the battle...I will never forgive Artoria, I must do it myself."

Morgan harbored an extremely strong obsession.

Even after suppressing my anger for a long time, it still doesn't change.

"...Okay, but don't go too far."

Du Wei sighed and smiled helplessly.

He was aware of the feud between the two.

I want to at least test the strength of the Knight King after his reversal by being my first opponent.

It begins with the most ominous spiritual pressure.

At first, it was just a shadow.

An image without a physical form; it contains no elements that constitute a physical entity.

Despite this, it exudes an astonishing ghostly aura, highlighting Du Wei's overwhelming presence.

"Humph!"

Artoria snorted coldly.

Under this immense pressure, his body stiffened slightly, and he unleashed his magic to block it with his own aura.

A stream of pitch-black, turbid liquid burst forth from the demonic sword, drawing in everything.

The dim light flickered and danced faintly.

Boom!

Without warning, a scorching undercurrent swept straight through.

"Hmph, don't get too cocky."