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

She looks quite cute when she makes this little gesture.

"Du Wei, don't you have any thoughts on my posture? This is a posture befitting the pinnacle of mystery. If you have any feelings like trembling, I'd be more than happy to accept them!"

"Hmm, it's grown antennae and a tail."

Wow... the wings on those arms are made of cartilage... and they even have streamlined wings... won't they be prickly to the touch...?

"Ah...no, no...I won't prick you...! I'll be very, very careful...!"

Melusine's aloof expression lasted no more than three seconds.

A look of panic quickly appeared on his face.

Indeed, both the wings and the fleshy wings have some sharp edges.

However, if this prevents Du Wei from getting close to her, then Melusin will be quite troubled.

It feels pretty good to be watched by someone you like.

Especially when it touches between your fingers, there is a tingling and tense feeling that is hard to describe.

Du Wei gave it a try to satisfy his thirst for knowledge.

I examined it closely, from its tail to its wings, and it looked like a perfect dragon creature.

Boom!

The sudden bombing drowned out their conversation.

Artoria's figure flew out from the black smoke.

His iron boots landed on the ground, sending sparks flying, and he looked up, staring intently at Morgan through the smoke.

The match is still close and the winner is still uncertain.

However, this situation has come to an end.

"Dark Lake, descend."

A deep, enigmatic voice came from Morgan's mouth.

Unlike the previous torrent of powerful magic, this time the air was filled with ripples, as if something was about to happen.

Thirteen demonic spears slowly fell from the sky.

Each one is an EX-level anti-city Noble Phantasm.

Like fireworks falling on the road for the Queen's pilgrimage, they landed on either side of Artoria and Morgan.

"Artoria, kneel at my feet and beg for forgiveness."

The night sky was tinged with the emerald aurora released by the magic spear.

Requesting flowers?

It reflected Morgan's beautiful face.

Unfulfilled desires turn into sighs, and ultimately into hatred.

It was a distorted desire for domination and a sense of privilege, along with a burning homesickness and rage against humanity.

He felt hatred for Artoria, who, despite being the same being, was able to sit on the throne of Camelot.

"Hmph, King's Hammer, Aurora Reversal—[Excalibur.Morgan]!!"

Artoria also used her Noble Phantasm against the enemy.

The radiance released by the demonic sword collided with the emerald aurora, seemingly indicating a battle of equal strength.

"Hmph, the Holy Sword is nothing more than this! Fall—[Ress.Camelot, the unreachable utopia]!!"

. . ....

Morgan's pale blue eyes shattered all gazes.

Instantly, the thirteen demonic spears were fully unleashed.

This demonic spear was created to overthrow humanity, and the hatred born from its extreme will not be easily eliminated.

Her witch form was fully revealed.

Even the brilliance of the demonic sword was shattered at this moment, and Artoria withstood the concentrated bombardment of the thirteen demonic spears head-on.

A towering beam of emerald light emanated from her.

As the light gradually dimmed, it was replaced by thick smoke and gunpowder that permeated the battlefield.

The Artoria before me is merely a Servant.

Morgan, who is present here, is the living, original form, and from any perspective, she is someone that Artoria cannot defeat.

Unable to get up, Artoria was approached by Morgan.

She did not choose to eliminate it.

"I would prefer other methods to such an easy way of killing you. Let's leave our conflict here for now."

Morgan's expression returned to calm.

The battle just now was as if it had never happened.

Mordred, watching from the outskirts of the battlefield, witnessed this scene unfold; her trusted father had fallen.

However, she was never able to intervene in the battle.

Chaldea is already at its end; they have tried every miracle and method imaginable.

They lost the Holy Grail War.

Divide, divide, line,

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A large fortress that moves through the sky.

A huge shadow loomed over the devastated battlefield after the battle; one had to look up to see its full extent.

A garden fortress exuding solemnity and majesty.

The courtyard was given the concept of "inversion," thus floating in the air and moving according to the owner's will.

Eleven enormous plates floated around the courtyard.

Complex and illusory spells were engraved on the surface, gathering magic power and aiming the crosshair at the battlefield below.

The empress on her throne smiled sweetly.

He gently supported his cheek with his left hand as he channeled his magic.

A deafening roar erupted from the sky, and eleven dazzling purple rays swept across the ground.

It's as if they are painting their own picture on the ground.

Each scar is etched into the face.

The wind carried mournful cries like those of death in hell, a massacre so devastating it was hard to believe.

As a result of the attack, approximately several thousand androids were killed or seriously injured.

Even if they don't die immediately, an artificial human missing limbs is not much different from being dead.

It was an overwhelming and devastating blow.

The buildings of the royal city also vanished along with the beam of light.

"This is really... she's gotten competitive..."

Du Wei was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Semiramis's Sky Gardens have now arrived in the air, and the final elimination work is underway.

There weren't many enemies in the city to begin with.

Yet she still fired several magic cannons at the royal city, presumably because she harbored resentment towards the city Morgan had created.

The root of this discontent is jealousy.

This city is something the Master once said he loved.

So instead of choosing her Hanging Gardens, he chose Camelot, which Morgan built overnight.

It's impossible not to feel unhappy.

This is what prompted Semiramis to destroy the royal city's buildings.

"Tch...that poisonous woman..."

Morgan's gaze shifted to the Hanging Gardens.

No one could guess Semiramis's true thoughts.

If she were in Semiramis's situation, she would most likely have chosen to do the same.

If you can't have it, destroy it.

The two queens were surprisingly similar in this respect.