Miss Justice is not motivated

In the end, Gareth lowered his head in silence, a subtle feeling creeping into his gaze as he looked at Mordred.

"..." Mordred reached out and took the textbook. As he silently flipped through the book, his hands suddenly trembled, shattering the thing into pieces.

With great kindness, she offered another textbook, and Beaina felt incredibly considerate. This time, Mordred didn't take it. Instead, she spoke in a low, yet hysterical voice, "Why...why...why, is...is this true? Would I do that..."

"Who knows? It could be dissatisfaction with King Arthur, or it could be that you yourself are a traitor, or more likely... you want to become king." In fact, Baina knew the correct answer, but she didn't want to say it at the moment.

She blinked but said nothing. At the same time, she pushed a slice of lemon cake and a cup of black tea with sugar cubes towards Gareth.

Gareth, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information, was at a loss for words, especially knowing that in the correct historical narrative she would die at Lancelot's hands… the very person she admired most, the very person she might have been trying to dissuade…

Two sorrows combined only created a greater sorrow. Gareth scooped a piece of lemon cake with his spoon, but didn't put it in his mouth for a moment.

“You bastard…” Mordred naturally sensed the malice in Baina’s words. Although the surging magic did not transform into crimson lightning at this moment, it became a powerful torrent, poised to be unleashed like a hydraulic system.

"But so what? That's just another version of you from history." Bai'na shifted her stance, clearly sensing a subtle change in Mordred's mindset after she said that—exactly what she wanted. "The current you is not the same person you were in history. You don't have the King's Sword, nor is there any possibility of seizing it. Because of Shocker's existence, you'll only follow King Arthur to fight them, and the greater possibility is that you'll die in battle, perhaps even becoming a martyr."

"Are you making fun of me? How boring." Mordred clicked her tongue, but anyone could tell that her attitude wasn't so bad anymore.

“Instead of arguing with me here, what you need… isn’t it a frank and open conversation with King Arthur?” As if deliberately teasing her, Baina laughed. “Perhaps you won’t have that chance again. What you need is to open your heart and have a face-to-face conversation with her.”

"You've never been like this all along, have you? Becoming a shadow isn't your dream, is it? You haven't considered what she worried about or worried about, have you? So before all this..."

"Put yourself in King Arthur's shoes and think about what you would do."

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Secret Talks Between Girls

Almost in a daze, the rebellious knight, whose fate had been altered, walked towards the main camp. For a moment, she didn't know what to do, simply standing there blankly, gazing at the patrolling army in the distance.

After stuffing himself with another large plate of snacks, Gareth took another large plate of glutinous rice balls and then returned to his tent.

She poured a plate of fruit into her mouth and swallowed it whole. Bai Aina chewed and mashed everything that was stuffed in her mouth before swallowing it.

"By the way, teacher... is it really okay to let ordinary people accompany us to challenge the Shocker army?" Ichijo expressed her doubts, not quite understanding Baiina and the Auto Scripture's thinking. Although the Great Source of this era was much more active than in modern times, and the soldiers' physical abilities were superior, but...

"Is there any need to say anything? No, there isn't." The Automatic Secretary seemed annoyed because the topic had been brought up; her expression clearly showed displeasure. "Even if we change history here, their life trajectories won't change in the slightest. Those destined to die will still die, and those who survive won't see any improvement."

"As long as this world continues to operate under this mechanism, nothing will change. Any changes made now will only make the future even more unbearable." Her fingers trembled slightly, and the Automatic Book rubbed her temples. She disliked this worldview intensely. "Ultimately, unless we have the power to oppose human reason, we can't help this world at all, can we?"

"It's alright, I'm using Observation Haki. And I can foresee the future a minute in advance, but so far I still haven't sensed any enemies." Bai Aina had already extended her senses, covering the entire island of Britain. Even so, she didn't find anything amiss.

The lone monster legion on the ground had long been hunted down by the offspring released by Bai'ina, but the stronghold where the enemy's main force was located had not yet been found. She guessed that the enemy was probably hiding in another dimension, so she did not disperse her senses.

"Huh? Is that so? Wait, teacher. You used them... as bait?!" Bai Yitiao was slightly taken aback, finding it hard to accept.

"No, and it's very rude of you to say that." Although what Ichijo said was indeed true, Beaina wouldn't admit it. After all, if Shocker wanted to completely occupy the archipelago and seize control, the Knights of the Round Table and the soldiers loyal to the Arthurian dynasty had to be annihilated. To lure them out... that was indeed the fastest way.

"Besides, we can't do everything, can we? Even if there's a difference in combat strength, there should be things we can do." A cold glint flashed in her purple eyes, and Bai Aina's tone was remarkably calm. "And, there are ways to save or revive them... aren't there?"

Listening to Bai Aina's emotionless narration, Yi Tiao clenched her fists in frustration, her nails digging deep into her flesh. But when she heard the method of 'resurrection' at the end, she paused, as if pondering something.

"Don't look at me like that, okay? After all, I'm not the one who has to put in the effort in this matter." As she said this, Bai Aina glanced at the automatic scribe as if she were shifting the blame.

The automatic secretary immediately felt a chill run down her spine and said nervously, "What are you thinking!"

"What is it? What is it? What is it? Of course, it's a specialty of this plane, the Holy Grail!" With that, Baina laughed and pulled out a map—a map of the ley lines in the British Isles, observed using her Observation Haki. "If we can utilize the ley lines properly, we can create the Holy Grail. In return, we can use the Holy Grail to do many things, even entering the Root isn't impossible."

"So, that's what you were planning all along?" As if she'd already guessed it, the Automatic Secretary rubbed her forehead in exasperation. She stared at Bai Aina for a long time before finally whispering, "How about a fight?"

"Sure, how about we choose the venue?" Bai Aina smiled, not refusing the automatic scribe's suggestion. After all, she really wanted to know just how big the gap was between herself and this nun. "Anywhere is fine as long as it's not a venue that's advantageous to you?"

"Wait, why did the topic suddenly shift to this?!" Completely surprised that the topic changed so quickly, they were talking so well before. Yi Tiao stared at the two of them, afraid that they might start killing each other at the slightest disagreement.

The air seemed to freeze, and the exchange of glances between them transformed into a duel of swords. Their piercing gazes were as sharp as blades, and the intersecting eyes seemed to possess a tangible killing power, causing the onlooker to feel a stinging pain on his skin.

The furnace-like atmosphere remelted everything, then shaped and froze it. Although it didn't feel like anything had changed, Yi Tiao could sense that some things had been broken down and then reassembled into their original form.

The tense atmosphere suddenly quieted down; the outcome was decided at that moment. Understanding all this, Yi Tiao observed the expressions of the two men.

"..." She lowered her head reluctantly, and the Automatic Secretary looked at Bai Aina with an incredulous expression, as if unwilling to believe the fact.

Bai Aina seemed to be stunned for a moment, then closed her eyes and recalled everything that had just happened, feeling very enjoyable.

"You bastard, this isn't just simple physical modification... This is too much! How can you use runes like this?" The Automatic Book felt that the other party's use of melee combat was simply cheating, and that was bad enough... "Is yours an artificial celestial realm?! And what's with all this about using any terrain that isn't advantageous to me? Are you targeting me?!"

“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. After all, I was able to subdue Miss Secretary just now.” With a grin, Bai Aina asked seriously, “Miss Secretary, what do you think of the ‘angel’ I just transformed into? Not bad taste, right?”

"Not bad... but to go this far, aren't you afraid of driving yourself crazy?" I really wanted to say, "Isn't Bai Aina afraid of driving herself insane?" But the Autobots thought she was already a bit abnormal. "But you are really strong. In my previous mission, I met a Tantric monk who was just like you, who built his own divine kingdom and played with the power of faith. That guy said he was going to do academic research, but he just wanted to take the opportunity to rape me."

"I see, it's a monk's scum!" But seemingly noticing something amiss, Bai Aina quickly pressed on, "Does he still know how to use Buddhist meditation techniques?"

Chapter Twenty-Eight: General and Specific

Unable to understand Bai Aina's slang, the automatic secretary honestly replied, "Yes, how did you know? That guy even practices the Joyful Zen."

"..." Not knowing what to say for a moment, Bai Aina could only ask, "So how did you take care of that guy?"

"Hahahahaha!" Seemingly having been praised for its most commendable aspect, the automatic book-writing machine smugly declared. "It's all about borrowing external forces, so of course I won't lose to him in this regard! Although he amplified the power of the 'Opening Scroll' with the power of faith, because it was an external force, his control over the limits of energy actually decreased. I simply used the Five Extremes Heavenly Style to open the Gate of Stars, swallowing his attack along with a part of his body, and then finished it off with the Dragon Break Slash."

You've even learned Dragon Slash...you really are a turret mage, huh? Of course, the automatic memorabilia won't hear what Bai Aina is thinking.

"Although I am stronger now than I was back then, and I can still summon the Ring of Ouroboros and the Elemental Gate, when it comes to actually fighting... I don't have any advantage at all."

Hearing this, Bai Aina wanted to roll her eyes. Her mental reflection contained tens of thousands of batteries to recharge herself; it would be strange if she lost to the automatic memory.

"..." She wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Between the Automatic Secretary and Bai Aina, she felt like an outsider who couldn't do anything, which was truly... unsettling.

"In short, if we're talking about magic, if Secretary Miss gets a hundred points, I'd only get ten at most." Saying this, Bai Aina counted on her fingers and gestured. "But if we add up the other stats, I could get three hundred!"

"What the hell!" The Automaton pursed its lips, not wanting to say anything more. It sighed, took out a heavy metal book, and said, "The ritual of the Third Law, right? I understand. I have theoretical data here, and if necessary, we can indeed create the Heaven's Cup."

"Can I take a look? I'm also curious to know what's so special about this thing." Hearing Bai Aina say this, the automatic scribe readily took out the handwritten copy and handed it to her.

After putting the thing away and tossing it into the Heart's Reflection, Bai Aina naturally noticed Ichijo's bewilderment, so she turned around and asked, "Ichijo, I want to hear about you. After me, you must have some very interesting stories to tell, right?"

"Exciting? I wouldn't call it amazing, but I'm really happy to have met so many like-minded companions..." As if recalling something very happy, Ichijo's face turned rosy, and her fingers intertwined with hers, a small joy on her face. "Although we're all in the same battle group, we're divided into different small groups based on our different behaviors and beliefs. For example, Ms. Yume is in a team with Yagyu Kenkage, Shingu Wenhuang, Mr. Huangying, and Ms. Unohana Retsu, and they all get along very well."

"This team you're talking about...it's fucking...high-purity..." After thinking for a long time, Bai Aina finally managed to squeeze out this adjective. But Miss Jieya? She's actually alive? That's wonderful!

"The atmosphere in my team isn't very good; the relationships between everyone are a bit strained, so I don't really like it..." Ichijo sighed, then began listing the members of her team. "My closest friend is Seryu; her Five Powers are incredibly powerful, and she even has a nuclear reactor installed in her own..."

"The Punisher, who wears a skull and crossbones exoskeleton and a red lantern rank badge, is someone I'm quite close to. So is Mr. Jason, though this Mr. Jason isn't the same Mr. Jason I knew in Gotham City."

"Besides that, there are members who have a bad relationship with everyone, but are very necessary to the team. For example, Mr. Pharaoh and Mr. Kiritsugu Emiya. Mr. Sodomiya is simply a loner. Mr. Saito Hajime and Mr. Hakumen also dislike the above-mentioned people. However, he is also very good to me and has taught me the Eight-Sword Flash sword technique. His parrying technique is also very useful."

In addition, she cited many other examples, such as how she had also studied Taekwondo under the guidance of a certain Kim Gwan-jang. However, the other person was not used to the atmosphere of the team and immediately switched to another team.

"Wow, your experience is really..." Bai Aina was momentarily speechless. The team that Yi Tiao was in was, in some ways, even more amazingly pure than the team that Yan Jieya was in!

Of course, there are many other amazing teams, such as the trio of thugs: Shizuo Heiwajima, Kaoru Hanayama, and ○Fen. However, one team that is introduced more often is called Steel Soul, a group that brings together many powerful individuals from the mecha dimension. They are arguably the most famous team in the "Redeemers" and have won many victories in the dimension battles.

The Soul of Steel... that's not surprising. Sure enough, the great hero is in there too, but... I still can't accept it! Why is the leader in there too?! Baina suddenly thought of Othinus, whom she had met in the previous world, and seemed to realize something.

"Anyway, I really hope the teacher can join us." After saying this, Ichijo thought for a moment and then added, "If it's the teacher, she'll probably argue with Seryu, but I'll be the one to smooth things over."

"Really? Actually, I don't particularly dislike Miss Seryu..." Bai Aina felt the possibility was quite small, and then asked a lot more questions. Ichijo happily told her everything, until the guards entered the tent and said that Artoria had summoned them to the main tent to discuss the upcoming battle.

"I won't go, you guys go ahead." The automatic secretary wasn't interested in this kind of thing, she said, shaking the metal book in her hand. "I'll leave the diplomatic matters to you two, please, I still need to make some equipment adjustments."

“Let’s go then.” Baina naturally took Ichijo’s hand and led her towards the main tent where the Knights of the Round Table were located. However, she noticed that Ichijo’s hand was trembling. “Are you nervous? I feel like your hand is shaking?”

"Ah...no, it's just..." Ichijo stammered, looking at the composed Bai Aina, and felt a pang of disappointment. "I was just thinking, it's been so long since I've been with my teacher like this..."

"It's good enough to meet again, after all, reunion is not something that happens often." With her senses becoming more acute than before, Bai Aina could feel a strange power within her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Emotions are a bond that can never be severed. Even if we are separated by great distances, our hearts are still connected."

"I once... heard Mr. Tiandao say that."

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Cruel Truth

In the main tent where the Knights of the Round Table were located, most of the generals of the Arthurian dynasty had gathered. Under the guidance of Artoria and Agravivan, the heavily armored knights began to learn about the requirements of this battle.

"Your Majesty, what shall we do with the inhabitants of Lundinium?" Agraven asked first, posing the most demanding question right off the bat.

"We must not harm their lives. After all, they are still citizens of Britain. If it weren't for my incompetence, they wouldn't have chosen to join the Shocker Alliance." Artoria immediately stated her strategy, marking an area on the battle map. "To avoid innocent casualties, we need to move the decisive battle far away from Lundinium, rather than fighting them near the city."

“Even at this moment, you still think of them; you truly are worthy of our king.” Tristan bowed slightly and then said, “In that case, leave the task of guiding the evacuation of the city’s civilians to me. This harp bow is not just for killing.”

"In that case, I'll leave it to Lord Tristan." At this point, Artoria felt a little regretful... If Lord Lancelot, Lord Gawain, or Lord Ke were here, this matter could have been resolved more perfectly.

"Lord Mordred, I entrust the frontal assault on the battlefield to you," Artoria said, nodding slightly as she looked at the heavily armored knight.

"Don't worry, I'll wipe out every last one of those bastards." Although Mordred really wanted to say something to Artoria, he suppressed the urge and turned his attention to the impending war.

"Lord Gareth, the flanks of the column are entrusted to you. Lord Agraven, the rear guard is in your hands. I'll trouble you two to work with Lord Mordred to maintain order along the entire column." In ancient warfare, maintaining formation was paramount. In truth, Artoria wasn't optimistic about the chances of victory in this battle; in fact, pessimism wouldn't be an exaggeration.

The reason lies in the intelligence Bedivere relayed: these locust monsters are absolutely relentless in their fight to the death. No matter how powerful the enemy is, no matter how few of their own remain, they will always fight to the very last moment, until total annihilation.

Such formidable morale makes them virtually invincible. Keep in mind that in ancient times, once the casualty rate exceeded 40%, maintaining the army was almost impossible.

"Understood!" Gareth shouldered her large shield and went to prepare for her duties; she and her personal guards needed to protect the flanks of the army. "Gareth will never betray the King's trust!"

“My lord, I shall take my leave now.” Agraven bowed slightly, then led a large group of black-armored knights away from the rear of the column.

Mordred then left as well, as she needed to select some elite soldiers to fight alongside her at the forefront.

Watching the two Knights of the Round Table depart, Artoria was once again left alone in the vast tent. She sat in her chair, thinking, "This battle... if we rely solely on the combined strength of Britain, it's impossible to defeat them."

Before long, Baina led a rope into the tent. She also noticed that only Artoria remained in the large tent.

"Please have a seat, gentlemen." Despite being the Eternal King who had conquered all of Britain and even nearly captured Rome, Artoria seemed to have no airs whatsoever.

"Thank you, then I won't stand on ceremony." Bai Aina didn't say much, nor was she the kind of person who would stand on ceremony, and simply sat down in the empty seat.

Meanwhile, Yi Tiao sat obediently on a stool to the side, curiously observing the two of them.

“The reason I asked you two to come alone is because I have a question…” Artoria sized up Baina and Ichijo. Their attire certainly didn't seem to belong to this era, and the various gadgets Katsuragi Takumi had brought out… didn't seem like products of this time either. “Both of you are Servants from the future, and judging from the tools Mr. Katsuragi is using, they should be from quite some time in the future. So, I have a question…”

"Could you two please speak to me in detail about the future of this country... No matter how terrible it may be, please tell me its fate. I am already mentally prepared; I was mentally prepared when I drew my sword..."

There was nothing particularly moving or surprising about it; in Baina's view, it was only a matter of time before Artoria asked them about this. But the more this was the case, the more tragic it felt… because the fall of Britain was inevitable.

Humanity will choose a future with 'multiple possibilities,' and the choice that has already been made is that Britain must perish. No matter how much Artoria struggles or tries, without the power to overturn humanity's will, she cannot resist this future.

Even if Britain manages to escape the abyss of certain destruction through sheer effort, all that awaits it is a predetermined fate. It is simply a transition from inevitable death to a death that is even more unbearable, marked by pain and struggle.

You won't feel despair until you try. This is the truth of the Type-Moon world, and also the greatest malice of what is called human reason.

“Britain will perish, to elaborate…” Baina glanced at Artoria, whose stern expression revealed a clear determination. “I’ll just give a brief overview. The reason is that Gawain insisted on dueling Lancelot, simply because Lancelot accidentally killed his brother and sister when he rescued Queen Guinevere from her execution.”

"In this battle, Gawain was seriously injured. You, along with Bedivere, went to Rome, where you defeated the Sword Emperor, who was originally destined to restore his glory. However, what awaited you was news of the rebellion of Mordred, a Knight of the Round Table, and the fact that many of her soldiers followed her to fight against you. The Knights of the Round Table who refused to submit were all killed, leaving only Gawain holding out in a region, waiting for your return."