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

"Oh, I see! There's nothing I can do, but leave it to me!"

Astolfo looked like he had me wrapped around his little finger.

In fact, Vlad didn't expect anything from him either.

After all, Astolfo possessed the inherent ability to evaporate reason, so one couldn't expect him to follow tactical arrangements.

"Finally, Berserker. You are free on the battlefield; dance wildly to the very end!"

"Gua-ah—!"

Frankenstein looked at the video with a fierce expression.

She, the berserker, was not good with words.

Furthermore, given that his Berserk level is too low, Frankenstein cannot be expected to follow the plan.

It would be better to let her go into the battlefield and kill the enemy to her heart's content.

Four servants are enough.

Vlad himself also intends to join the fight.

If they can defeat all four of the enemy's Servants here, they will undoubtedly be the victors of this Holy Grail War.

Avisbro himself is not strong in combat and does not need to participate in the battle.

Requesting flowers?

His strength lies in creating puppets.

"Gentlemen, the enemy is so arrogant as to send four Servants to provoke us. How can we accept defeat? The only thing we can accept is victory!"

They are nothing but barbarians! Fools who defile our land, spewing despicable laughter, destined only for death! Go and laugh as you kill our enemies! Charge—!

Flander used magic to conjure a spear.

He rode on the back of the horse he had summoned, and the aura of a guardian ghost general was evident at this moment.

All Black Servants enter battle mode.

The Masters, too, were imbued with a strong fighting spirit.

The Holy Grail War is about to break out.

.......

...

Mordred successfully located Lion's Robbery.

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And he recovered some of his injuries through his magic.

"Thank you, Master. Now we can move around comfortably. Shall we continue fighting here?"

"No, this is fine. We just fought the Black Team's Assassins and obtained their intelligence, which is a huge advantage for us."

Lion Robber got up and turned to leave the city.

Mordred thought what he said made sense.

But when the assassin was mentioned, she suddenly realized that the information in her mind seemed to be gradually fading.

I clearly remember the assassin's real name...

The assassin revealed his real name during their fight.

Mordred could never be mistaken.

"Wait... could it be that you forgot...? Please don't tell me you forgot..."

"I haven't forgotten, it's just—"

Mordred was about to explain.

Boom!

Suddenly, an explosion ripped through the street where they were.

Mordred quickly stepped in front of Lion's Den to protect him.

She easily blocked the aftershocks.

The explosion destroyed houses on two separate streets, and human figures were bathed in flames.

The soft, clattering sound of metal chains colliding.

She walked out slowly with steady steps.

"I am Gawain, the Fairy Knight. Are those Servants over there the Heroic Spirits of Pan-Human History?"

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Bagst, engulfed in flames, stared at Mordred.

A heavy aura, like that of mountains, emanated from her, pressing down on Mordred and Lion's Claw.

"Dare to say that again?"

Mordred lowered his sword and looked at the other person.

His tone had taken on a colder edge.

Bagst didn't understand the reason for Mordred's question; as a knight, she naturally had to be clear about her title.

"I am Gawain, the Fairy Knight. Can't you hear me? Or is this the extent of your understanding as a Heroic Spirit of Pan-Human History?"

"Ha! Are you trying to make me laugh to death?! I know that idiot Gawain! He's definitely not that kind of sissy!"

Mordred's mocking laughter came from inside the helmet.

As one of the Knights of the Round Table, she knew the Round Table intimately.

Although Bagst possesses similar characteristics to Gawain, he is by no means the Knight of the Round Table "093" Gawain himself.

She wouldn't mistake even her colleagues.

“I see. But I do have too many connections with the Knights of the Round Table in Pan-Human History, except for the name ‘Gawain’.”

I am here only to draw my sword against you self-proclaimed superior beings, you inferior creatures. We, as extraordinary beings, need no other reason!

Bagst's face showed a hint of disgust.

She also harbors hostility toward pan-human history.

Why should their world be cut off, while pan-human history can claim to be correct and survive?

What arrogance!

Bagst was furious about this.

For this reason, she would eliminate everything that hinders the survival of the fairy kingdom, even if it meant completely destroying the history of humankind.

"Arrogant? They're certainly barking loudly. As far as I know, the louder a dog is, the weaker it is. Is that true?"

"This guy....."

Bagst's gaze was indifferent.

A murderous intent gradually ignited in his previously calm heart.

She dislikes being mocked as a dog because it reminds her of the word "black dog".

"Master, please move away. What's coming next is a battle between Servants. It's best not to get caught in the crossfire!"

Mordred wore a provocative smile.

It's like a mischievous kid who never misses a chance to cause trouble.

"Alright, then I'll leave this place to you."

Lion's Robbery didn't get too sentimental.

He quickly left the burning street, leaving only Bagst and Mordred behind.

"Followers of Pan-Human History. Die a miserable death! I will crush your arrogance and complacency along with it!"

"Ha! If you can do it, then give it a try!!"

Mordred transformed into Crimson Lightning and charged toward Bagst.

Both sides simultaneously unleashed their swords.

The clash of blades extinguished all the surrounding flames, and the continuous impacts created shockwaves that ravaged the houses.

Countless cracks spread out as the vibrations continued.

"Drink! We got it!"

Mordred seized an opening in his opponent's defenses and slashed down with his sword.

A harsh, dull thud resounded.