To become a king and a magician

Although Atalanta's Noble Phantasm is classified as an anti-military Noble Phantasm, its attack range can actually be adjusted. The smaller the attack range, the stronger the destructive power of each arrow.

If the attack range is limited to the top floor of the Fuyuki Grand Hotel, the power will be increased to the point that it can shatter the top few floors!

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Countless rays of light relentlessly shattered the building. The cement and steel reinforcement could not withstand the raging onslaught. In just a few moments, the entire top floor was completely obliterated, and countless fragments of rock fell from the sky.

If Morgan and Merry hadn't used magic to disperse the people around them during the day, the area below would have already suffered enormous damage—of course, if Sajou Rei hadn't known this, she wouldn't have let Atalanta unleash her Noble Phantasm.

Gazing at the ever-shattering rooftop, amidst the dense rain of light, Atalanta suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange, somewhat abrupt flash of light.

"Lingyi, you've messed up."

"Hmm, as expected. I didn't expect your Noble Phantasm alone could kill those two women. You leave there first, then meet up with Mordred and surround them on the ground."

“I understand—but is this the right thing to do, Zero?” Atalanta asked. “Natsukawa probably wouldn’t want us to act on our own.”

[I will explain to Master later, but it is a fact that Meryl has caused Master to be so weak. I don't care how Master plans to deal with her later, personally, I think she has to pay a heavy price.]

Even though the communication was done through magic, Atalanta could hear the intense dissatisfaction in Sajou Rei's tone, and she could even imagine her angry expression.

[Of course, Ata, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Although I want you to do everything in your power to kill them, in reality, it's probably impossible for you and Mordred alone to actually stop those two.]

Both Merry and Morgan are extremely skilled magicians. Considering that Merry is a Grand Rank candidate, Morgan, who is at the same level as her, naturally has the same level of power. If the two of them really wanted to run away, Atalanta and Mordred really wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

"That's really interesting."

Atalanta's gaze sharpened.

"Apart from Xia Chuan, none of the prey I've set my sights on have escaped—by the way, doesn't Xia Chuan need any support?"

No need, we don't need to worry about them anymore.

Aren't you worried?

Atalanta glanced at the first floor of the hotel. Even though she couldn't see the details due to the angle, she could still see some of the movements. And just by looking at the movements, she could tell that a fierce battle was taking place inside.

Is Natsukawa Tora really okay now?

I know what you're worried about, Ata. But you really don't need to worry, because Master can't possibly lose, especially not to himself—hurry up and rejoin Mordred. I'll plan your route and try to outflank both of them.

"it is good."

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The streets were deserted.

As the petals fell, Merry dusted herself off: "Oh dear, that was close! I almost died. That attack method must be Atalanta's Noble Phantasm."

Atalanta's attack here means...

"The matter here has been exposed. Little Grey and Zero must be furious now, right? They're probably going to suffer for it later."

That's what she said, but there wasn't much lingering fear on Mary's face. After all, this was a situation she had anticipated from the beginning, and she had made the corresponding mental preparations.

Looking at Morgan beside her, Meryl smiled and said, "Then let's part ways here, Morgan. I won't get involved in what happens next."

"Aren't you going to watch it to the end?" Morgan pointed to the hotel not far away. "It's not over there yet."

"I'll find a better VIP seat to finish watching it myself. But if I stay here, forget about seeing the end. I'll just get chased by some brat with a knife for dozens of blocks. I don't have the energy to play with kids. And then I'll have to deal with the raging king—whoa!"

Before Mary could finish speaking, a flash of crimson lightning suddenly struck from not far away, startling her so much that she quickly jumped to the side.

In the direction from which the crimson lightning flew, Mordred, clad in full armor, curled her lip and said, "Tch, missed. Still the same as always, only good at running away, damn Meryl."

"That's so dangerous, Xiao Mo. What if she really dies?"

"What does your death have to do with me? So what if you're dead? It saves me the trouble of you continuing to harm my Master." Mordred's face and tone were full of rage. "Speaking of which, what you did to my Master today is enough to charge you with treason, isn't it? As a Knight of the Round Table, it's my duty to purge the traitors from the Round Table!"

(But they weren't Knights of the Round Table.)

Mary looked at Morgan for help: "Morgan, aren't you going to do anything about your daughter?"

“It’s good that you’ve become so eloquent, Mordred.” Morgan smiled at his daughter. “But the words ‘traitor to the Round Table’ sound rather ironic coming from your mouth, ‘rebellious knight.’”

"And judging from your posture, are you planning to draw your sword against your own mother?"

"Clang—!"

Just as Morgan finished speaking, the demonic sword, crackling with rampaging crimson lightning, slashed directly at Morgan's head. If she hadn't blocked it with her staff in time, she would have been cut in two.

Somewhat surprised, Morgan looked at Mordred, whose eyes showed no sign of confusion, and quickly retreated a considerable distance.

(That look in her eyes... she seems serious. Mordred, she's really going to be my enemy. Has she already abandoned her hatred for King Arthur and begun to wholeheartedly pledge allegiance to him? Just like Agravan...)

Another of his own offspring had joined King Arthur's ranks, a familiar scene that left Morgan feeling somewhat helpless.

Watching this family drama unfold, Mary couldn't help but clap her hands. If she had sunflower seeds on hand, she probably would have already started cracking them open. Mordred waving her sword at Morgan was truly a once-in-a-millennium sight.

"Don't move."

Just then, I suddenly felt something sharp pressing against the back of my head, along with Atalanta's voice.

She readily raised her hands in surrender, and Mary laughed, "You came really fast, Atalanta. Don't be rough, okay? I'll be very good."

"Zero wants me to just shoot your head off."

"Then I'm running away!"

Before Atalanta could even release the bowstring, Mary instantly transformed into countless flower petals and vanished. In an instant, only Morgan remained on the field, facing Mordred and Atalanta.

Morgan's lips twitched a few times.

(Merry, you...were you planning to run away all along?)

41. Meryl, fuck! Meryl, hit her!

Just as Mordred and Atalanta surrounded Morgan.

Inside the hotel.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle—!"

Arthur swung the demon sword wildly, and one after another, jet-black sword energy flew out from the sword, easily tearing apart everything in its path—walls, ceilings, pillars... everything was being crushed and pulverized as Arthur continuously unleashed his sword energy.

It's only a matter of time before the entire first floor collapses.

Amidst the dozens of chaotic and wildly dancing sword energies, Xia Chuanhu's constantly dodging figure looked utterly disheveled, like a willow branch battered by a storm. He was struggling to avoid being hit, let alone take a step forward.

Just like how Arthur destroyed this building, it's only a matter of time before Natsukawa Tora is completely defeated.

Not necessarily.

Leaning on her staff, Mary arrived at the hotel entrance. Looking at the disheveled figures fleeing for their lives in the sky, her eyes revealed not worry, but relief.

"Looks like I was overthinking it. You've adapted to the situation quickly, Tiger."

Because being hit once would mean certain death, one must prioritize personal safety over direct confrontation. Without Avalon, Natsukawa Tiger had lost the confidence to trade blows, so this tactic was indeed appropriate.

However, Natsukawa Torato's current speed is not fast enough to dodge. The upper limit of summoning magic depends on the amount of magic power. Human-level magic power cannot unleash the full power of a fairy. Therefore, under these circumstances, Natsukawa Torato simply concentrated all the power he could muster on dodging.

"Compress the flames to your hands to increase propulsion and achieve speed comparable to your prime, plus the reaction speed needed for counterattacks that you honed from the beginning... You really haven't forgotten anything they taught you, Tiger."

"But, if things continue like this, we won't be able to defeat Arthur in his current state."

The current situation appears to be deadlocked, but in reality, the scales of victory are gradually tipping in Arthur's favor, mainly because of the fatal difference in their magical abilities.

With his enhanced abilities due to various circumstances and his Master being Morgan, Arthur's magical power is undeniable; as for sword energy, he could easily wield it all night.

On the other hand, Natsukawa Tora's side—

"The power brought by the runes, Lancer's doing, but even the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, you can only stay active for one more night, let alone release all the power of one night without reservation... You should be able to stay active for another ten minutes."

Ten minutes later, Natsukawa Tora, whose strength has been completely exhausted, will return to a state where he cannot move even a single finger.

The goal is to defeat Arthur within these ten minutes.

(What are you going to do, Tiger?)

"By the way...why do I feel a bit cold?"

Meili instinctively grabbed her clothes, and as if in response to her thought, Xia Chuanhu, who had been dodging and weaving amidst countless sword energies, suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the flames in his hands were completely extinguished.

"Your magic is exhausted? So quickly?"

Was the estimate wrong?

"AAAAArrrrrr————————!"

Seeing that Xia Chuanhu did not move, Arthur, who had no intention of letting go of this opportunity, roared and an unprecedentedly huge sword beam suddenly slashed out from the demon sword, like a crescent moon, and swiftly struck towards Xia Chuanhu!

Meili instinctively wanted to go over and shield Xia Chuanhu—the runes failed to function faster than she expected, something Xia Chuanhu couldn't handle in his current state!

However, there was no way she could reach Xia Chuanhu's side in an instant while standing at the door and gazing into the distance. Even if she tried to use illusion magic to cancel it out, Arthur's full-force slash was not something that could be easily neutralized.

(No, it's too late—)

They've gone too far!

Such a thought appeared in Meryl's mind, but the next moment, Xia Chuanhu's action made her suddenly freeze.

He reached out his hand directly towards the sword energy!

"Tiger! No! You can't do that—"

"Crack!"

Amidst Meryl's gasp, Natsukawa Toramaru's hands came into contact with the sword energy. But unexpectedly, his fragile body wasn't instantly torn apart by the sword energy, nor did it bear even the slightest mark of injury. Instead, the sword energy itself—

"Frozen...?"

A layer of incredibly solid ice completely froze the sword energy! As the ice layer spread rapidly, Arthur was also frozen inside!

Landing on the ground, Natsukawa Tora was slightly out of breath: "Switching from a fire fairy to an ice fairy used to only take one thought, but now it takes quite a while. It's really not something I'm used to, and the energy consumption is... a bit too much."

"On another note—"

Turning to look at Mary, whose face still bore a mixture of panic and surprise, Natsukawa Tiger strode forward and punched her in the face without hesitation, sending her flying out of the hotel!

The intense empathy finally brought Mary back to her senses.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... You really used a lot of force, Your Majesty."

"You deserve it, you bastard. Keep gritting your teeth."

Before she could get up, Xia Chuanhu straddled her and began to pound her with his fists.