The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

That nonchalant tone seemed to prove that she was watching all this from somewhere.

"Ms. Avalon, are you following us too?" Ian couldn't help but ask.

"Of course not possible."

"I don't like being around other people, I never have—but you're an exception."

"But this time, I really didn't follow you..."

Mary's voice paused, indicating that she was thinking about something.

"I just felt a powerful flow of magic—even the holy sword of the Lady of the Lake became strange."

"..."

Ian knew Mellie wasn't kidding.

To be precise, she should say that everything she "perceived" was in front of the man, so there was no doubt about it.

"What will happen if this continues?"

"I do not know."

Meili still had a tone that showed she didn't want to take responsibility at all.

But this time, she gave her own conclusion.

"But such a powerful magic will probably distort and lose his original self, right?"

"..."

Ian was stunned.

As someone who had come into contact with countless Servants, he fully understood what this meant.

This is like a Servant who was supposed to appear somewhere as a Saber class, but because of excessive anger, evolved into a class like Berserker.

only--

This situation is now happening on a living body!

What a pain that would be!

Ian couldn't imagine it anymore.

“Aa ...

Red-black flames burst out from every part of Lancelot's body, completely engulfing him as if he had been completely buried in a sea of fire.

Under normal circumstances, after the flames burned out, only a skeleton turned into ashes would be left.

but--

Not now.

Lancelot was not engulfed by the flames, but instead endured it all.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

He is feeling the pain.

He is accepting the pain.

He is one with the pain.

He's fighting for it all.

Lancelot, a Knight of the Round Table, fell down, and the one who stood up had turned into a black shadow.

What supported him was the indestructible lake light (Aroundight), which had been engraved with spiral patterns by the evil black flames.

or--

It should be called Vicious Aroundight.

"Kill you--"

"I will definitely kill you—"

【Lancelot has completely lost his mind.】

【And what you see is him completely engulfed in flames.】

You never expected such a revenge—and it came from your former rival.

You really want to stop this.

【But it seems it is too late.】

[Lancelot, surrounded by magic, is about to begin his revenge.]

This time, "simulation magic" perfectly replicated all of this.

What it describes is a fact that completely matches the man’s mood at the moment.

Is this a coincidence, or is it supposed to be this way?

Ian's attention was completely focused on this rather important issue.

He found that just as Mary said - without "discovering" himself and her, the world would always carry on with what it was supposed to do in a clever way.

It seems that anything that wants to overturn this law will eventually be "erased" in some unexpected way.

What kind of power is this?

Ian couldn't help but sigh.

"Mr. Avalon, what I said makes sense - everything was arranged in advance." Mary's voice rang in Ian's ears again.

"Even Britain, which you love so much, is like this."

"If you don't kill Merlin, someone else will."

"Your tone is really subtle—" Ian breathed a sigh of relief. "He obviously has a deep connection with you, right?"

"I don't admit to such a thing."

"You should be very clear about the difference between him and me."

"At least--"

"You'd like to leave something with me, wouldn't you?"

"..."

Meili killed the game with just one sentence.

Ian couldn't even argue with that—after all, that's exactly what he did.

And time did not allow him to refute, because Lancelot's revenge continued.

What happened next was pretty much the same as Ian remembered.

Merlin was seen walking towards me from the side of the road. He still looked so relaxed and didn't seem to have any regrets about what he had done.

He was drunk and looked nothing like a court magician.

Maybe for him...

Such an identity is redundant, right?

Zila Zila——

The Vicious Aroundight was dragged across the streets of Camelot, dark sparks burning in the white, destroying the surrounding air.

"who are you?"

Looking at the dark shadow in front of him, Merlin suddenly sobered up a little.

His expression was obviously one of shock - how could there be such a person with such a strong evil aura appear during the time when King Arthur was returning to the court?

However, Lancelot, who was completely overwhelmed by the desire for revenge, didn't care about these.

He kept repeating the same words in his mouth.

"Give him back to me!"

As he said this, the Holy Sword in the Lake, which was supposed to be a light sword, flashed with a dark light in his hand, and then evolved into an appearance like a broadsword.

next moment.

Lancelot displayed speed that was absolutely impossible for a normal person.

He rushed in front of Merlin in the air and then stabbed him.

of course.

Merlin was not defeated.

No matter what, he is one of the best magicians of this era, so it is impossible for him to be hit so hard without any means of resistance.

"Assassin, huh—"

"I'll make you regret it."

Merlin gathered the flowers while speaking different words - it was the same performance as Meili.

however……

I saw that the flowers were burned to ashes before they gathered together.

No.

It should be said that it was affected by Lancelot's unimaginable sword-swinging speed that caused it to look like spontaneous combustion.

"Give him back!"

"Give this country back!"

The Knight in the Lake roared, and then attacked Merlin again.

"you……"

Realizing that his flower magic was perfectly restrained, Merlin could only passively defend himself.

Ian watched anxiously from the side - Merlin, he can't die at this time.

however……

It's like everything was planned in advance.

After Lancelot gained an absolute advantage in the confrontation, he suddenly staggered forward and could only barely support his body with the Vicious Aroundight.

But even so, his eyes were still full of murderous intent when he looked at Merlin.

moment.

Two moments.

Under the moonlight, he roared like a wolf.

That was a cry that was enough to shock anyone.

"Merlin, I'm going to kill you—I'm going to kill you!"

When Lancelot said this, Merlin was stunned at first, and then immediately disappeared in front of him.

Is this fear?

Or something else?

Ian didn't bother to find out.

Because he saw it - the moment Merlin disappeared, Lancelot also fell heavily to the ground.

Even without Mary's explanation, he knew that this was a sign of his vitality being exhausted.

"..."

"What a tragic way to die—" Mary's comment came out of nowhere—it seemed like she enjoyed it.

However, she sensed something was wrong with Ian's mood.

"Mr. Avalon, what's wrong?"

"Ms. Avalon, you said before that as long as the world doesn't find out, any identity is fine, right?"

"almost."