Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

Not far from Nianzhuo and the others, where the gale had fallen, there was a figure.

No, it shouldn't be called a shadow, but a person and a horse.

However, the horse was entirely black except for its white mane and its blood-red eyes, making it look like... a zombie.

"That horse is also... a Heroic Spirit?!" Nian Zhuo was slightly surprised to sense the unique energy emanating from the horse ridden by the other party, which was something only a Servant could possess.

But what was even more surprising was what happened next: the person riding the horse.

His short, dark gold hair fell down on both sides of his face, and his entire body was covered in jet-black armor. His equally dark gold eyes held a cold indifference devoid of any humanity.

...and those striking, enormous...full breasts (Ugh! I want them too!)

She held a long spear in her hand, but the spear had irregular spikes on it, as if they were growing out of the inside.

The entire gun body turned pitch black with a dark red tinge, and the irregular blocks made the gun body look like a ferocious beast.

She made no move, but silently observed Nian Zhuo and his group in front of her.

"————." The thighs, encased in black stockings, squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse, understanding the signal, reared up and let out a wild neigh.

“————Ugh!” Even the other party’s hiss was filled with magic, making Mashu frown uncomfortably.

But Mordred seemed completely unaffected; all she could see was the other person's incredibly familiar face.

"————." Remaining silent, the other person's gaze passed over Nian Zhuo and the others' faces, pausing noticeably when it fell on Mash and Mordred.

Then, his gaze gradually turned cold.

"...!!" Mordred instinctively gripped the blade of her sword, staring intently at her opponent as if she wanted to etch him into her very soul.

“…That is…” Mashu clutched her aching forehead, staring intently at the dark-clad female knight in the distance. “…No, she is without a doubt…King Arthur…!!”

At the same time, a sudden change occurred in the other party.

I need to take a day off.

That's what I'm saying, Mom. I'm going on a long trip, so I won't be writing anything tonight or tomorrow.

Since this book is almost finished, I'll leave you with some suspense and let you guess what will happen. Anyway, you definitely won't be able to guess what will happen.

Um... anyway, I still want to apologize to everyone~ I'm really, really sorry~

Arthur Pendragon Black Gun

It frantically absorbed the demonic mist surrounding its body, and the dark heroic spirit that Mashu believed to be King Arthur had its eyes flashing red.

"She absorbed almost all the remaining magical mist the moment she appeared!" Looking at the ever-increasing magic power level on the side of the screen, Mary bit her thumb. "This is bad, this magic power...!"

"Moreover, what the opponent is holding doesn't seem to be a sword, but a spear...!" Mashu's brows furrowed even more as she carefully examined the opponent's weapon. "A jet-black spear... shrouded in demonic mist... what kind of ominous magic is this...!"

"Mash, weren't your sensory abilities diminished?" Ritsuka looked at Mash, who was standing guard beside her, in surprise, only to find that the purple-haired girl showed no sign of joy. "Could it be... that even if your sensory abilities haven't recovered, you can still sense the power of the gun in the other person's hand...?"

“It’s alright, Senpai…” Mashu gritted her teeth and nodded, indicating that her senses had indeed returned. “But I can understand… even through the magic mist, I can feel the immense magical power… similar to when Nikola Tesla appeared, but much clearer—” Biting her lip, Mashu closed one eye and struggled to resist the overwhelming hostility emanating from the other party.

"—That is, a more explicit will of hostility. A kind of blind hostility and magic similar to that of the Berserker!"

“Damn it, is it the influence of that guy Machiri Zorgne’s spell? That idiot…” Even Mary, who always maintained the etiquette of a magician, couldn’t help but swear as she looked at the magic on the screen that was almost surpassing Nikola Tesla’s prime. “If that’s the case, even if we can have a dialogue, hostility is inevitable.”

"...No, the so-called dialogue option never existed from the beginning." Mordred raised her sword, aiming it at the black-clad king standing on horseback. "That is King Arthur, who shows no mercy to his enemies."

At this moment, Nian Zhuo realized that Mordred's face no longer held its usual arrogance, and her body was even trembling slightly due to some kind of emotion.

"Why...why did it take you so long to appear...?" Mordred lowered her head, closed her eyes in anguish, and whispered, "If it was to save Lentinion...you should have done it sooner..."

Mashu, who was about to comfort the other person, reached out her hand, but was stopped by Nencho, who shone like a diamond.

"..." Silently shaking his head, Nian Zhuo believed that Mordred could get through it on her own.

"...No, perhaps not." Suddenly, the blond knight gripped his sword tightly, staring at the silent 'father' not far away. "Perhaps you've come to kill me. Is it because you're unhappy that I saved Lentinion? Do you hate me that much, even taking out the spear that killed me—"

"Wh...what...?!" Mary stared in astonishment at the unusual spear held in the hand of the black-clad king on the screen, completely unable to believe it. "That...that's the divine weapon that can rival the Holy Sword, isn't it?!"

No, that is a weapon far more powerful than the holy sword wielded by King Arthur—

"The Holy Lance—Rhongomyniad! The legendary lance that holds the world together!" Now that she knew the enemy's weapon, Mary's only thought was to get Nianzhuo and the others to retreat immediately. "You just finished fighting a powerful Heroic Spirit like Nikola Tesla! Now you can only retreat, Fujimaru Ritsuka!"

“No, no.” However, before Nianzhuo or Ritsuka could speak, Mordred raised her sword to block their retreat. “King Arthur’s hostile eyes have already seen us. There is no escape. We can only fight now.”

"..." On the other side, Mary, who was in Chaldea, fell silent. Just as she was about to say something, Mordred interrupted her again.

"...Of course, you can try to escape, but you'll most likely be killed instantly." She planted the sword blade in the ground, her golden ponytail fluttering, just like the battlefield at sunset back then.

...The golden-haired rebellious knight, facing his king and father, looked up at her in the same way he did now.

“And I will absolutely not run away.” She said, tightening her grip on the sword hilt. “...How could I, Mordred, turn my back on my father and flee?”

With a whoosh, the sword was drawn, accompanied by a thunderous roar.

The crimson lightning proclaimed the name of the rebels and signaled that battle was imminent.

"King Arthur is right before me! Then there's only one thing I need to do!"

Clang—the sound of metal clashing rang out as Mordred put on his menacing helmet with its two horns once more.

"Then come on! Even though you've become a Heroic Spirit, you still hate me so much!" Mordred charged at her opponent, sword in hand, slashing at his body. "Then I will betray you no matter how many times! Arthur Pendragon!!"

"No, we can't stop Mordred at all!" Mary was as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof, even opening the three-way communication channel at the same time. "At this rate, we'll have no choice but to fight... Please! All three of you!"

“…Understood!” Even Ritsuka was somewhat troubled, but she still poured all her remaining magic power into Mash. “Please, Mash! At least…we need to withstand their attacks!”

"Yes!" Mash, radiating magical light, followed Mordred's footsteps and charged toward the dark king.

"There is still plenty of time." Nian Zhuo clenched his fist, feeling the continuous flow of magic power within his body, and his figure flickered.

"Then, time...be at my disposal once more!" With that, dreamlike magical energy surged around Zi Nianzhuo's body, dragging the entire world back into the mire.

Meanwhile, Nian Zhuo himself, with his extremely high speed, overtook Mash and Mordred, and took the lead in attacking the Dark King.

Faced with the opponent's spear shrouded in countless demonic mists, Nian Zhuo, who was unarmed, dared not directly clash with the opponent. After interfering with the flow of time, he came behind the opponent and threw a punch at her, who was sitting on the horse.

"Did I succeed?!" The moment he attacked, Nian Zhuo withdrew his ability to interfere with time, but his attack was only a few centimeters away from his opponent...!

However, the next moment, a black spear pierced towards his head.

"How is this possible—?!" The fist he threw collided with the tip of the spear, and a dark storm instantly surged up, blasting Nian Zhuo's body away.

It was only a few centimeters; logically, even if the other person noticed and turned around, it would be too late...

"That gun...!" Swept up by the dark storm, the radiant wizard was lifted up and slammed against the wall, creating a huge, visible crater.

Endless Blessing: A

The Holy Lance is a skill that its owner automatically possesses.

Magic power and luck stats are increased only during battle.

Before even launching an attack, the player sensed the direction of the attack thanks to a lucky boost, and then used their high-level agility to retaliate the moment their abilities failed.

...Compared to Nian Zhuo, who was using Wizard Infinite Form for the first time, his combat experience was far superior.

Sitting up from the crater, the dark storm on his body had been completely absorbed by his armor, the [Infinite Robe], and transformed into his own magic power. Nian Zhuo stood up and looked at the battlefield below.

Mash and Mordred had arrived, but even under their combined attack, the dark-haired king was not at a disadvantage. The sharp thrusts of his spear made Mordred and Mash struggle to defend themselves.

"Damn it...!" Facing the opponent's ferocious spear, Mordred stopped dodging and instead gripped the blade with both hands, unleashing crimson lightning.

The release of magic and the full exertion of his physical strength allowed Mordred to unleash an extraordinary attack.

"………………Oh?" Finally, the other party made a slightly surprised sound. The spear he thrust out changed direction slightly, and the demonic mist wrapped around the spear easily shattered Mordred's crimson lightning.

Then, gripping the gun handle tightly with one hand, King Arthur, his eyes filled with icy killing intent, thrust it towards Mordred's head.

As she thrust out, the demonic mist on the sword surged outwards, blocking Mash, who was trying to stop her.

"Don't even think about it!" A crystal as clear as glass suddenly appeared, growing out of nowhere to block the tip of the spear.

However, the moment the spear tip pierced the crystal, countless cracks appeared on it.

But that was enough.

Nian Zhuo's dazzling figure descended from the sky, first pushing Mordred aside behind him, then surging with shimmering magic in his hands.

Buzzing sounds filled the air as if the demonic mist blocking Mashu was being pulled by something. Countless crystals grew on the mist, devouring its magical power.

Then, the crystal rose into the air and transformed into countless sharp spikes.

"Go!" Pushing aside Mash, who was blocked by the demonic mist, Nianzhuo swung his hand down. "King Arthur! Now I will be your opponent!"

Countless crystals fell from the sky, forming dense raindrops.

"…………" However, the other party remained silent, only swinging the tip of his spear at the crystal formed by the demonic mist.

Countless streams of dark, demonic mist erupted from the tip of the spear once more, colliding with the incoming crystal spikes.

The sounds of cracking and shattering were incessant.

"It's not over yet!" From the corner shrouded in black mist, Nian Zhuo's body, shining like a diamond, reappeared. He leaped up, wielding his magnificent sword and axe, and slashed at the Black King, who sat on horseback.

"..." The other party remained silent, not withdrawing the hand that had thrust out the spear tip, but instead loosening the reins and moving the other hand slightly back, clenching it into a fist.

The heavy swing brought with it a sharp, piercing force, colliding with the sword and axe swung by Nian Zhuo.

With a dull thud, Nian Zhuo's weapons collided with the opponent's fist.

The power of the Dark King, who had absorbed the demonic mist, was somewhat beyond Nian Zhuo's expectations. Even Wizard, who possessed EX-level magic power, could not use magic power to raise Nian Zhuo's physical body to the same level as the other party.

But it's true... the two are now able to fight each other.

"...Interesting." Hearing words of praise from the other party for the first time, King Arthur's black armor exuded an ominous malice.

The horse beneath them was also neighing, and the clash of strength between the two finally forced the horse backward.

However, before retreating, King Arthur's fist also surged with dark magic, striking Nian Zhuo's weapon once more and knocking him back.

Layers of crystal condensed into flowers, blocking Nianzhuo's retreating steps.

Layers of magical mist coalesced into a barrier, helping King Arthur control his out-of-control horses.

Mordred and Mash arrived at Nianzhuo's side and raised their weapons, aiming them at King Arthur.

He held the gun in one hand, yet a vast amount of magic began to gather within King Arthur.

"Is this... about to unleash the true name of its Noble Phantasm?!" Ritsuka covered her hair with one hand, looking at the dark king who was starting to stir up a whirlwind around her, and hurriedly ordered, "Mash! Quick! Unleash the Noble Phantasm!"