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

"That is.....?"

Morgan gazed thoughtfully at the beam of light.

Du Wei then took her hand.

"Interested in going over there? Well, the Servants there have some connection to something. To pan-human history."

"Heh, you're the only one who would bring me on a date to the battlefield. Of course, you get to decide the location."

Morgan's words completely left the choice to Du Wei.

There's a hint of sweetness in this conversation.

They have the air of a lovey-dovey couple.

In the midst of the Holy Grail War, which resembles a battlefield, only she and Du Wei possess such leisure and elegance.

They don't need the sweet nothings that ordinary couples have.

A slightly distant way of getting along is the best.

Because both of them know that the other loves them deeply, they are able to get along so harmoniously and warmly.

They look more like an old married couple.

"Then Your Majesty, I will escort you on your journey."

"My personal safety is entirely in your hands, my knight."

The two walked slowly together on the street.

The pairing of the queen and the knight has a unique romance.

.......

.....

The perspective shifts back to Mordred and Bagst.

The roar that echoed through Tulipas gradually subsided.

The crimson electric current remaining in the air is the destructive power of the Noble Phantasm after it is released; just touching it will shatter people to pieces.

The thick smoke and dust obscured the view, making it impossible to see anything around us.

"call--!"

Mordred let out a long breath.

She had just unleashed nearly 80% of her magic power; even if she couldn't kill Black Saber, she could severely injure her.

That was Mordred's original thought.

The smoke cleared, and visibility became clear.

"...Why is this guy still alive!?"

When Mordred saw Bagst through the smoke, the first thing that showed in her eyes was astonishment.

The figure of the fairy knight was mixed in with the smoke from the burning magic.

She exhaled like a wild beast.

"That attack just now was truly unbelievable; even my [Heart Fortress] couldn't defend against it. But that attack lacked any weight or mass, completely inferior to Lord Du Wei's strike!"

Bagst pulled the greatsword out of the ground.

Cracks were faintly visible on the silver-white armor.

That was the breach blasted out by Mordred's Noble Phantasm, the scorching heat still lingering on the surface of the armor.

Bagst is recovering by absorbing magic.

Having experienced that heavy attack, she naturally had to return the favor.

"Take a good look at the power of the Fairy Knight!"

Bagst infused magic into the blade.

Instantly, an aura no less powerful than Mordred's Noble Phantasm emanated.

Blazing flames enveloped the greatsword.

When Mordred sensed this familiar feeling, he was overwhelmed with surprise.

Could it really be...!?

Mordred, whose position was unfavorable due to the hidden passage, adopted a defensive stance.

The helmet, concealed within the armor, ejected its weapon.

"What is pan-human history? It's short, weak, and insignificant! It's not even worthy to become a stain on my sword!"

Anger was swirling within Bagst's sword.

When she heard about the Otherworldly Belt and Pan-Human History from Du Wei, the first emotion that welled up in her heart was resentment.

Is it really going to be ruthlessly cut off just because it's considered a tabloid story?

How arrogant and cruel this is!

Since Pan-Human History is so cruel and ruthless towards the supernatural, then don't be surprised if she raises the banner of rebellion against Pan-Human History.

"This sword exists under a false name; it is the purifying flame that burns away all impurities—[Excalibur.Galatine]!!"

Bagst raised his Blazing Sword and brought it down.

Mordred quickly blocked the attack with his magic sword.

The Sword of Victory in Rotation?

How is this guy able to use Gawain's Noble Phantasm?!

Several questions flashed through her mind.

They initially thought the other party was just an imposter of Gawain, but they ended up seeing the exact same [Sword of Victory in Reincarnation] in the other party's hands.

There was no time for Mordred to consider.

The Blazing Sword blasted and devoured a quarter of the city.

When the flames subsided.

The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning, and the streets and towns before us were now ruins.

The outcome of the battle is currently unknown.

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Mordred's armor was covered in terrible cracks, with his helmet and half of his breastplate torn to pieces.

Bright red blood flowed down his forehead.

The field of vision was tinged with a pale red by the warm liquid.

"Huff... Huff... Hah..."

He was panting heavily.

Mordred has only half of her magic left, which allows her to continue fighting, but if she continues, she will undoubtedly perish here.

Too many unanswerable questions are presented before me.

Bagst only showed a hint of fatigue.

The gap between the two sides is too large.

Mordred exists as a Servant, not as her original self in the mortal world.

Bagst is different.

She not only set foot on this land in her true form, but also as a fairy, she was one of the most powerful and elite fairies, Ya Ling.

It is the most fantastical of all fantastical species.

No servant can compare to her.

"Don't try to be brave. I am Aryn, a fairy among fairies. There is no way you, a servant who is similar to a familiar, can defeat me."

Bagst stated the facts bluntly.

She doesn't like bullying the weak.

Adhering to the dog-eat-dog philosophy, she believes that the weak should submit to the strong, rather than seeking death like she is now.

After all, she believed herself to be stronger than Mordred.

That is the nobility of Bagst's chivalry.

“I am not here to kill. If you choose to lay down your sword, I might spare you.”