In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Just as I expected... Yanan nodded slightly: "Then Gawain isn't the original Gawain anymore?"

“Yes.” Melusin nodded. “Tristan’s true identity is the succubus Bavanshi.”

“Barvanshi?” Mashu exclaimed in surprise. “You mean that evil vixen from Scottish legend?”

“Yes, it’s her.” Melusin nodded.

"Um... Mashu, what is this 'female fairy' you guys are talking about?" Fujimaru Ritsuka nudged Mashu's elbow, fully revealing her true nature as a poor student.

Mashu patiently explained, "In Scottish legends, fairies are beings that are both beneficial and harmful, but Bavanshi is a wicked fairy who is only harmful. It is said that she appears at night, using her beauty to attract passersby, and then takes the opportunity to suck their blood until she is drained."

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a chill run down her spine: "No wonder that guy's personality is so awful..."

When she came into contact with refugees, the names she heard most often were Tristan and Gawain, and she was well aware of the numerous atrocities committed by these two men.

She initially thought there was some hidden story, but it turned out to be a female demon with the title of Knight of the Round Table.

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Secret of Camelot

“Since Tristan is not the original Tristan, then Gawain must also be different from the original Gawain,” Yanan said.

Melusine nodded: "Gawain's real name is Bagst, and he is also a fairy."

“Bagust…” Mashu gestured thoughtfully with her chin, “Is it the dog demon from British folklore?”

Melusine nodded.

Fujimaru Ritsuka sat expressionlessly to one side. Neither Bawanshi nor this Bagst was a name she had ever heard before.

Without realizing it, she felt as if she had built a thick barrier between herself and others.

She silently lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes. If only she had studied more back then!

Fortunately, Mashu was understanding and explained, "Baggster is a fearsome big black dog in northern British folklore. It has huge claws and teeth, burning antennae and eyes, and heavy chains on its body. It can hide, so people can't see its true appearance and can only hear the clanging of the chains when it moves."

"That sounds really terrifying..." Fujimaru Ritsuka imagined what it would be like if a scary big black dog stood next to her, but she couldn't see it and could only hear the clanging sound of the chains being pulled. She would probably be so scared that she couldn't sleep for days.

“Of course, after all, Bagst represents ‘death’ and only appears when someone is about to die. If an important person dies, it will lead all the other dogs in the area to roam the streets to attend the funeral. If anyone blocks its way at this time, it will leave an incurable wound with its claws,” Mashu said as if reciting a familiar story.

“Wow, isn’t that even scarier? A big black dog that announces death and carries away funerals, just thinking about it is terrifying… Fou is definitely cuter.” Fujimaru Ritsuka whispered, although she didn’t know whether Fou should be classified as a “dog” or not.

“Actually, Bagst isn’t as terrible as you say.” Melusin paused, then continued, “If you spend more time with her, you’ll find that she’s actually a very easy person to get along with. She has her own principles, and although she is powerful, she never bullies the weak. If any of us is truly qualified to bear the title of Knight of the Round Table, I think it’s only her.”

"Uh... this..."

Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka exchanged a glance, their expressions turning somewhat strange, while Yanan's eyes also showed a hint of doubt.

“Miss Melusin, I’m not questioning you, but I’d like to know if you really know what that fairy Gawain did?” Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn’t help but ask.

Among the refugees they encountered, almost everyone avoided mentioning the names Tristan and Gawain, which shows just how deep a shadow these two fairies bearing the name of the Round Table had left on the people here.

On the contrary, almost everyone who is encountered by Tristan is destined to have their feet cut off, and sometimes even the chosen ones are no exception.

Gawain's crimes were even more heinous than Tristan's; in fact, she left almost no survivors in her wake, leaving only endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood in her wake.

This doesn't seem to match the Gawain that Melusin described.

Melusine paused for a moment, then sighed softly: "I've heard about what Bagst did, but I don't think it was out of her own will."

"You mean, she's being controlled?" Mashu asked cautiously.

Melusine shook her little head: "To be precise, it's not control, but rather the Lion King's blessing that further stimulated the ferocity in her blood."

"A blessing?" Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu were both taken aback.

“The Lion King bestowed a blessing upon each of the Knights of the Round Table. Tristan received ‘Domination,’ which allows her to create a dummy from a part of the target’s body, such as hair or blood, and then kill the dummy to kill the original body, regardless of distance,” Melusin said.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu felt a chill run down their spines at the same time. They never expected that this fairy Tristan would have such bizarre and terrifying methods.

They instantly made up their minds that if they ever encountered the other side on the battlefield, they would never give that guy a chance to get close to them!

“Then… Gawain, no, Bagst?” Mashu continued, “what blessing did she receive?”

“Berserk,” Melusin replied. “Bagust’s temperament is easily angered and impulsive, which is an innate characteristic of her race, but through long-term training, Bagust has been able to control this impulse to a great extent.”

At this point, Meluxin paused for a moment, then continued, "But after the Lion King bestowed the blessing of rage upon her, she could no longer control herself. The sight of blood, or even the smell of blood, would cause her to lose her rationality, go completely mad, and become a monster that only knew how to kill."

“I tried to stop her a few times, but to no avail, so she eventually chose to guard the Wailing Wall and no longer went out to carry out missions.”

“I see…” Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded. “It sounds like this Bagst… is in pretty bad shape?”

"When she wakes up and recalls what she did, she'll be in so much pain..." Mashu whispered.

They weren't sympathizing with Bagst; after all, the crimes he committed were real and could not be whitewashed by any words.

They just felt sorry for them. If they were forced to do things they didn't want to do, they would definitely feel very painful and regretful.

“Bagust told me that she is prepared to die at any time. As long as the Lion King’s plan succeeds, she will have no regrets even if she dies,” Melusine said calmly.

"Is she really that loyal to the Lion King?" Yanan raised an eyebrow.

Melusine shook her head: "She is not loyal to the Lion King, but to her own tribe. Merlin once promised her that he would bring her people to Camelot and leave them a land enough for them to live on."

"The Bagst have tribesmen?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked in surprise.

“Yes, but not many. The disappearance of the mystery has dealt a very heavy blow to all the fantasy species, which is why Bagst had no choice but to try to seize this glimmer of hope,” Melusin said.

Everyone fell silent, their expressions complex, their feelings indescribable.

After a moment, Yanan shook his head, his expression returning to normal, and changed the subject away from Bagst: "Since all the Knights of the Round Table have a blessing, what is your blessing, Melusin?"

“I have no blessing.” Melusin shook her head.

"No?" A hint of surprise appeared in Yanan's eyes.

“My own strength is enough, so I don’t need to receive a blessing.” Melusin said in a matter-of-fact tone, causing Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu’s lips to twitch simultaneously.

However, after a moment of silence, she added:

"Moreover, I smelled a curse in those so-called 'blessings'."

Chapter Thirty-Five: Farewell, Sesshouin!

Since the Holy Roman Empire currently lacks the capacity to challenge Camelot, and Anan, out of fear of Merlin and the Lion King, refrains from rash action, he enjoys a rare period of leisure and tranquility in the following days.

Every morning after helping Nero with his official duties, he would take Melusine on a leisurely stroll throughout the Holy Roman Empire, providing Leonardo da Vinci with technical support for her engineering projects and helping her complete the infrastructure construction as quickly as possible.

Sometimes when he was really bored, he would take Melusin to the countryside to hunt monsters, partly to eliminate potential threats and partly to store more food.

Although thanks to Leonardo da Vinci's efforts, the Holy Roman Empire is now almost self-sufficient in terms of food, this food supply would be insufficient in the event of war.

With Melusin around, Anan didn't even need to lift a finger. As long as Melusin released just a little bit of her dragon aura, the magical beasts would immediately lie on the ground trembling, and some would even be scared to death.

However, whether it was good luck or something else, their hunting hauls were always exceptionally plentiful. The magical beasts were like wheat, one crop after another, making them almost think there was some rare and precious treasure nearby.

As they were digging, they unexpectedly discovered an open-pit iron mine!

This was like a godsend for the Holy Roman Empire, which was severely lacking in raw materials!

Even Nero was a little dizzy from this unexpected gift. After personally investigating, he couldn't help but want to hug Anaun and kiss him a few times.

"Anan, you're my lucky star! If you had come sooner, I might have already taken care of that Camelot, umm!"

Anan pressed down on Nero's head, stopping her frantic actions, while a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

After encountering so many outrageous things in a row, even he himself began to feel that something was wrong.

Even if someone is incredibly lucky, it can't be this good, right?

Moreover, because he has Nidhogg blood, his luck level has never been very good; at most, it's just enough to avoid being struck by lightning while walking down the street.

However, Yanan quickly found the reason for all of this.

[The Glory of Salvation]: The savior should be loved by the world.

This skill appeared after [Savior] was upgraded to B-rank. At that time, Yanan did not understand the function of this skill, but in connection with his adventures in the past few days, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have grasped something.

"The world's favor... does that mean the world will provide me with some assistance to resolve my current troubles?"

Although he wasn't absolutely certain, Yanan felt he was probably right.

"So, it wasn't just a simple coincidence that I met Mira back then?"

Come to think of it, the world is so big, yet he just happened to arrive in such a remote place, and he just happened to run into Mira who was out gathering herbs. It all seems too coincidental.

Having figured out the reason, Yanan's unease gradually dissipated—he had previously thought these were traps set by Camelot, and even worried that there might be something wrong with the magical beasts he had hunted back.

Such powerful abilities would be a waste to leave unused. With the idea that "it's a fool not to take advantage of a bargain", Yanan searched almost the entire area within a ten-kilometer radius of the Holy Roman Empire. In addition to harvesting a large amount of monster meat, he also discovered two copper and coal mines of considerable size.

Nero was now grinning from ear to ear, and with a flourish, she declared that all of Anaene's political affairs would henceforth be handed over to her.

Upon hearing this, Yanan shook his head, both amused and exasperated. Those political affairs weren't even his responsibility to begin with.

Twenty days later, this strange luck finally came to an end, and Anahn could no longer encounter any magical beasts.

It seems that even the world's favor has its limits.

However, Yanan was quite satisfied; the gains over this period of time had been quite substantial.

On his way back to the Holy Roman Empire with Melusine, a soft and alluring voice suddenly echoed in his ears:

"With a formidable enemy at hand, you still have the leisure to play house here. You're really quite carefree."

In an instant, it was as if a bomb had exploded in his heart. Yanan felt a chill run down his spine and straight to his brain. Without hesitation, he took out the Heavenly Fire Judgment and activated the Annihilation Mode.

The blazing fire illuminated his slightly gloomy face and also lit up the sexy figure that emerged from the cracked black rift ahead.

"There's no need to react so strongly. Didn't I already say we'd meet again sooner or later?" Sesshouin Kiara looked at Anan and chuckled softly, covering her mouth.

Just like the last time we met, Sesshouin was still wearing that form-fitting nun's robe, which showed off her alluring figure. A faint smile was on her beautiful face, and her charming eyes held a hint of provocation, making her look like a seductive fox spirit.

Seemingly because her true identity had already been exposed, she no longer displayed the compassionate and merciful nature she had shown before, and instead revealed her most authentic self.

This instantly amplified her charm several times over, making her like a rose with thorns, so alluring that even knowing she would get hurt, people couldn't help but feel an urge to pounce on her.

Lake-blue armor instantly covered Melusin's body. She hunched over slightly, her eyes revealing intense fear.

Her intuition was frantically telling her that this woman was just as dangerous as Merlin!

Sesshouin Kihara glanced at her and chuckled, "It's only been a short time since I last saw you, and you've already got another little dragon by your side. Do you perhaps have some special fetish for dragons?"

Instead of Yanan's words, he was met with thirteen golden chains that danced like dragons.

The dark rift that had appeared before unfolded again behind Sesshouin, and dozens of tentacles flew out from it, intertwining with Judah's chains.