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

Then, a violent gale and demonic mist burst from the tip of the spear, transforming into a giant cone that flew towards Nian Zhuo, who was flapping his wings in mid-air.

"—【Rhongomyniad】—Shining in the Spear of the End!"

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Thump—thump thump thump thump thump—!

First came a loud bang, followed by the incessant sound of the storm rubbing against the crystal. The violent impact even shattered everything within several meters of the surrounding space.

Even though he had pushed his abilities to the limit, Nian Zhuo could still feel that his magic power was recovering at a rate far slower than it was being depleted.

The storm pierced Nian Zhuo's legs, causing him excruciating pain. The magic power on his body and the crystals that had solidified in his legs were constantly being shattered by the opponent.

The two attacks were locked in a stalemate in mid-air.

No matter what, I will fight for Mordred and give her that one and only chance!

In my mind, the clock finally showed only ten seconds left.

However, the storm ahead remains endless.

Nian Zhuo's magical power was also being depleted, and a sense of powerlessness gradually welled up in his heart.

Then let's pour our last bit of magic into the attack!

"Haaaaaaahhhhhh!" The towering pillar of light was gone, and all the magic power was channeled into Nian Zhuo's legs, used to fight against the huge black cone in front of him.

Gradually, a light flashed, and the armor on Nian Zhuo's body slowly disappeared.

Blood began to spurt from the leg that collided with the cone.

Despite the excruciating pain, Nianzhuo's figure flew backward.

Fortunately, the opponent's Noble Phantasm was also successfully destroyed by Nen Zhuo, and no trace of demonic mist could be seen on the spear or around the body.

With a thud, Nianzhuo fell heavily to the ground.

The sound of horses' hooves reached my ears; the other party must be approaching.

“………………You are very strong.” King Arthur raised the tip of his spear, as if to pierce the body of the powerless man in front of him.

"Ha... As expected, after just fighting Nikola Tesla, fighting you again, I'm still a bit lacking in strength." Lying flat on the ground, Nian Zhuo's eyes reflected the other's face, and he suddenly smiled. "But, this will do."

“You have lost, Arthur Pendragon.”

"...?" Arthur tilted his head in confusion, looking at the guy in front of him who was still standing up even though he had clearly lost that amazing magical power.

“…Just look behind you and you’ll see, right?” Nian Zhuo pointed to the other person’s back, looking both amused and exasperated. “I told you from the beginning, don’t blame me for being despicable, King Arthur.”

Suddenly, a familiar magical fluctuation came from behind.

King Arthur turned around in surprise, and the scene before him was all too familiar!

The rebellious knight Mordred gripped the gleaming silver blade tightly with both hands, and the mechanism on the blade clicked as it struck the hilt.

Crimson lightning mixed with pitch-black destruction, and streams of light rose into the sky.

“…!” He instinctively wanted to unleash his black mist, but then Arthur remembered that he had used up all of his black mist when facing the man behind him.

Magic too...

"Take it, Mordred!" Suddenly, a man's voice came from behind. A crystalline ball of magical light flew past him. Nian Zhuo tossed it to Mordred, then finally rolled helplessly to the side. "This is it! My last bit of magic!"

A whoosh—the ball of magical light struck Mordred's body, and Mordred's crimson torrent instantly became even more magnificent, while the dark aura of destruction grew ever stronger.

“Arthur Pendragon!” she called out, looking toward her 'father' who was watching her indifferently from a distance.

"I am the one who will end your myth! Mordred, the rebellious knight!"

"He too is someone who admires your mythology! Mordred, the Knight of the Round Table!"

"Now, for the sake of the citizens of Lentinion, I raise the sword of rebellion against you!"

Mordred raised her sword high, crimson lightning mingling with pitch-black destruction.

"—【Rebellion against my magnificent father (Clarent Blood Arthur)】!"

The hatred for King Arthur that filled his chest coalesced on Mordred's blade.

The originally bright silver blade became slightly dull.

The sword was covered in crimson blood.

—It was applied by Mordred, who was stabbed by King Arthur.

The crimson and black blood symbolizes Mordred's hatred for King Arthur.

Red and black lightning bolts shot together at King Arthur, who had no means of defense.

We had no choice but to run away.

Weighing the glittering golden cup in his hand, Nianzhuo tossed it to Mashu, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after watching the other woman catch it somewhat clumsily.

As Nian Zhuo had predicted, the dark king ultimately fell to the sword of the rebellious knight Mordred, turning into specks of golden light and returning to the Throne of Heroes.

The demonic mist has been completely defeated by Nian Zhuo; all that remains is time to travel and to retrieve the Holy Grail from the massive steam engine, Angorboda.

"Phew, the Holy Grail has finally been retrieved. It's finally over..." The magic power in his body has been mostly restored. Although it's not at its peak, it's more than enough to support the Zi-O basic armor.

“Yes, I understand.” Mashu nodded, put the Holy Grail into her shield, and pressed the communicator on her ear. “Then, Director Mary, please contact Mr. Jekyll and the others in the apartment.”

"Okay, okay~ I understand~" Seeing the Holy Grail being retrieved, Mary, who was also relaxing, stretched and reconnected to the line at Jekyll's apartment to inform them of the situation on Nianzhuo's side.

“…Really?! That’s great!” Jekyll, who was sitting on the sofa in the apartment, nervously supporting himself with his hands, immediately connected with Mary’s communication. After learning about the information from Nian Zhuo and the others, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss Mary just sent a message, the operation was a success!" Jumping up excitedly, Jekyll was immersed in joy and eagerly looked for his companions to tell them the good news. So he first looked at the tightly closed door of the guest room.

"After defeating the Heroic Spirit Nikola Tesla, they also managed to defeat the other Servants who emerged from the demonic mist. And just now, Nianzhuo and his group successfully retrieved the Holy Grail from Angor Bodari underground!" With a smile finally appearing on his face, Jekyll excitedly opened the door to the guest room.

However, only Frankenstein was sitting obediently in his chair.

“…Mmm…” Fran tilted her head, gazing at his face, which was full of joy.

"Huh? Are you the only one?" Jekyll patted Fran's head, looking at the empty guest room, and asked Fran, whose eyes were not visible, with some confusion, "Where are Andersen and Shakespeare in the next room?"

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something, and a few strands of sadness flowed deep into his eyes.

“Ah, um, that’s true…” Jekyll scratched his blond hair, sounding a little lonely. “After the Holy Grail is retrieved, the singularities will also be corrected. In that case, um… the era has been correctly corrected. All the anomalous situations and events that have occurred so far should have disappeared.”

Thinking of this, he touched Fran's hair again and sighed with some reluctance.

"In that case, all the Servants will disappear, and our memories will be corrected."

“…Ugh…Ugh…Ah…” It seemed that even Fran noticed, and gently patted Jekyll’s shoulder.

"Ah... um, I see." Watching the girl's mouth struggling to utter syllables, Jekyll nodded and smiled with relief. "Only now, I seem to be able to vaguely understand what you are saying."

“…Hmm…” Fran walked to the sofa and pointed to the empty seats around him. At least last night, the place was packed with people.

“…Yeah, that’s right.” Jekyll moved a seat next to Fran and sat down beside the girl, looking at the increasingly deserted guest room. “It’s a bit lonely.”

Nianzhuo and the others on the other side were unaware of all this. They gathered together, all with expressions of 'Ah~ it's finally over'.

"Anyway, no matter what—" This time, Mordred turned to face Nencho, Ritsuka, and Mash, bowing slightly in a solemn gesture. "Thank you for your hard work. You've been a great help this time. Lentinion has been saved and hasn't been violated by anyone except me. Congratulations, congratulations indeed!"

After expressing his sincere gratitude, Mordred reverted to his usual carefree demeanor and waved to them.

"Well then, it's time to say goodbye~" With her arms behind her head, Mordred's smile hadn't changed since they met her.

“…Um, Mordred.” Mash slowly stepped forward, looking at the other person with some nervousness.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Mash?" Mordred looked at Mash with a smile, somewhat curious as to why the other had suddenly come forward.

“I… have only one thing I want to tell you.” A warm feeling came from her back as Ritsuka helped her straighten up, allowing Mash to look Mordred in the eye. “The Servant just now was clearly out of control. It must have been because of Machiri Zolgen’s final incantation and the special nature of appearing from the demonic mist. I think… that Servant didn’t appear with any particular intention.”

Finally, Mash's voice grew more and more resolute as she spoke, and in the end, she could look Mordred in the eye without even needing Ritsuka's help.

On the contrary, Mordred, who is usually carefree, turned her head away awkwardly after hearing Mash's words.

"...What do you mean...Are you trying to comfort me?" However, Mordred, who was still a little awkward a second ago, suddenly turned sharp in the next moment.

He formed his hand into a knife and slashed it across Mashu's face, creating a whistling sound.

"Don't say that." She didn't seem pleased at all, and was even a little angry. "I don't want to fight you again when we part."

“No, no.” Mashu’s face turned pale instantly, not because of the sudden attack, but because she felt guilty for upsetting Mordred. “I… didn’t… mean that…” Her voice grew weaker and weaker.

"Hahaha, don't worry about these things, Mordred." A loud laugh came from the side. Nian Zhuo patted the other's shoulder armor, and the helmet was removed to reveal Nian Zhuo's original face. "We just wanted to say what we wanted to say. As for how to interpret it... that's your business."

“...Haha, I see!” Mordred stretched and didn’t pursue the matter further. Instead, she happily raised her head and recalled everything that had happened. “So that’s how it is. Anyway, I’ve said enough! Haha, that’s right, that’s spot on.”

Mordred sheathed her sword and reached out her hand to Mash.

"Then I'll let you off the hook and won't fight you anymore, okay?" Mordred looked at Mash, who was finally all smiles, and at the hand she was holding tightly, and turned her head slightly away. "Damn it, I shouldn't have said those weird things to Fran..."

However, an orange-haired man appeared to arrive silently beside them.

"Oh dear, is the rebellious knight too soft-hearted?" It was Shakespeare, whom Jekyll thought had vanished, who had suddenly appeared in this underground cavern. He was looking at the somewhat awkward Mordred with a click of his tongue in amazement. "I thought that no matter who it was, as long as someone sympathized with you, you would ruthlessly kill them. After all, I've always thought that was your personality."

“Wrong, wrong.” The short, blue-haired boy patted Shakespeare on the back. Andersen pointed at Mordred, whose face was gradually darkening. “This guy is just easily bound by the bonds of certain opponents. Just look at Fran and you’ll understand, right?”

With a creaking sound, Mordred clenched her free hand tightly, then released her grip on Mash's hand and drew her sword.

"...You only show up nonchalantly after everything is over." Pointing at Shakespeare and Andersen, Mordred smiled and stroked the blade of his sword. "Fine, all of you line up, I'm going to chop off your heads as well."

Thump-thump—a heavy thud echoed as Sakata Kintoki, carrying an axe, also arrived at this underground location.

"Huh?" He looked up and was taken aback when he saw so many Servants in front of him. "I rushed over here as soon as I realized the situation was critical, but how did I end up with a bunch of strange people?" Gintoki grinned as he looked at Shakespeare and Andersen, who were being threatened by Mordred.

"What, are these two Servants? Do you need any help?"

"Huff, huff... Seriously, wait for me, Kintoki!" Tamamo-no-Mae, who was behind her, was breathing heavily. As soon as she arrived, she slapped Kintoki on the back. "You ran too fast—uh." There was supposed to be a barrage of words coming from behind, but Tamamo-no-Mae's gaze fell on Nencho, who was standing there smiling. Instantly, all her words were stuck in her throat.

"Hmm... those fox ears look familiar!" Andersen seemed to have spotted a natural enemy, and he stepped back, muttering something under his breath.

Suddenly, he even ran up to Mordred and pointed at Tamamo-no-Mae, who was awkwardly curling her hair not far away.

“Saber, do as you please with Shakespeare. But listen to me first.” With a look of dread on his face, Andersen pointed his index finger directly at Tamamo-no-Mae. “In order of precedence, the first one to be taken down should be that fox-eared one! I can’t explain why, but she just looks like a troublesome woman!”

"If we're going to solve this, we'll definitely solve it along with you!" Mordred retorted, but hesitated to make a move.

"You precocious brat, you're still only targeting me, aren't you?!" Tamamo-no-Mae stared at Andersen with a displeased expression, pouting. "If Master weren't still here, I would have already... Humph!"

"Mmm, this atmosphere seems pretty good too." Mary clapped her hands and stretched. "Anyway, things are resolved, and this atmosphere is perfect for a happy ending."

"Exactly! It's best when everyone gets along well!" Ritsuka chimed in, a happy smile on her face. "But we still need to remember to retrieve the Holy Grail!"