The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

There is always a familiar feeling.

"that--"

Sayaka's voice interrupted the man's thoughts.

"Lord Ian, you should be on our side—"

"Why are you asking such a question all of a sudden?"

"Because the way I see you fight..." Sayaka's throat moved, "You seem like a great swordsman... Completely different from us."

"If you hadn't come to help us, the situation would have been much worse."

"There's no way to rescue the first generation and the others!"

"..."

Compared to when they first met, Sayaka is now completely different - she no longer has the sharpness she had before, but instead has an anxious heart.

"I'll help."

"As long as—you are the ones who deserve support."

"Hey!" Sayaka nodded repeatedly, "Thank you so much!"

"Well, don't worry."

After getting Ian's promise, Sayaka was obviously relieved and led the way with more energy.

The group finally walked out of the desert.

The sun was shining brightly again. Ian held Mary's hand tightly, fearing that she would get lost.

The Flower Magician glanced at the two people's hands holding each other, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently raised a small arc.

"There seems to be something over there..."

"……Um."

Ian nodded.

Although under the scorching sun, the air distorted the vision like melted glass.

But the man could indeed see that there were some buildings standing not far away - they seemed to be extremely well-matched with the desert.

only……

Before that, Sayaka's voice rang out.

"Wait a moment--"

"That person is here."

"that person?!"

"Correct!"

Following the girl's confirmation, a figure slowly appeared in front of the three of them.

only--

The moment he saw the other person's face, Ian was stunned.

Because that wasn't some stranger.

But...

The sad poet who once discussed some issues with me under the big tree.

A man named Tristan!

781. The Round Table Civil War, Tristan Falls into Madness! (4k)

The sky was filled with yellow sand, but it couldn't block the man's sight.

That's right.

The person standing there was none other than the real Tristan.

only--

Unlike the gentle but sighing poet in Ian's memory, Tristan at this moment was completely different.

To be precise…

It should be a look that the man has never seen before.

How could this happen? What on earth happened?!

"careful!"

"He's about to start shooting!"

As Sayaka shouted, Ian saw Tristan in his sight. Just as the girl said, he drew his bow and arrow, aiming at the three people who appeared in his sight.

It was an extremely serious expression, and it was obvious that he did not regard the three people as "people" at all, but only as half "prey".

"..."

He wordlessly aimed at those present, his movements without the slightest delay.

Huh.

The arrow shot out like a falling star, flying directly towards the three people present with a sharp sound, as if wanting to kill them right there.

Just like Sayaka had said before, Tristan showed no mercy at all - Ian could feel that if he stood still like this, these arrows would definitely be close to his head in an instant and then pass through it mercilessly!

Although I don't know why this happened——

But you absolutely can’t just do it like this!

convergence;

Condensate;

Then release!

In a very short time, the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) appeared in the man's hand.

The sunlight shone on the sword given by the fairies of the lake, emitting a clear night glow.

Even though his memory of Excalibur was already very faint, Ian still did this on purpose.

The reason is simple.

If it was Tristan, he would definitely react to this sword.

even if...

He is not actually as loyal to King Arthur as one might think.

as predicted--

The moment Ian took out the sword of promised victory (Excalibur), Tristan's hand stopped drawing the bow temporarily, and his golden eyes stared straight at the man and the sword in his hand.

"How did you get the king's sword..."

"..."

well.

As expected, the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) can indeed attract his attention, so things will be simple.

Duang——

Duang——

After a few more strikes, Ian used the sword of promised victory (Excalibur) to block the arrows flying towards him one after another.

Although this weapon was clearly Altria's, the man had already mastered it.

“Tristan—!”

After shooting down the last arrow, Ian shouted to the poet in front of him:

"What are you doing--!"

"Stop! Is this what a Knight of the Round Table should do?!"

"..."

Hearing Ian's roar, Tristan did not respond. On the contrary, the bow that had just relaxed began to straighten again at this moment.

"coming soon."

"This time—it's ten times as much."

"what?"

Before Ian could react to what Mary meant, the answer was already in front of him.

"Bloom wildly, my Feynot!"

As Tristan pulled the harp-like bow in his hand, the chaotic and violent sound resounded in the "battlefield" under the scorching sun.

Countless arrows flew out from the poet's bow and headed towards the man.

Each of them looked like they were going to take Ian's life.

"..."

Although he sympathized with his former friends at the Round Table, Ian knew that he would never let up if a fight really came to it - no one who could become a Knight of the Round Table was weak!

"Excalibur Gallatin!"

Ian gathered his magic power and projected his most skilled weapon—the most suitable weapon to use at this moment when the sun was shining brightly.

The scorching light gathered on the sword.

The original sword body began to heat up rapidly, forming another scene of holding sunlight.

"If you want to fight, I'm always here for you!"

A flame like a phoenix flew out from where the man was, swallowing up all the rain of arrows.

But facing this scene, Tristan just said coldly:

"Was it stolen? I thought I saw someone I shouldn't have seen."

After saying that, he continued shooting with his bow, which gathered into a new round of offensive.

"..."

Ian felt that something was not right.

Tristan’s desire to attack... is it that strong?

This is completely different from his usual personality, right?

What the man didn't notice was that while he was thinking about why this happened, Sayaka next to him became a little restless.

As one of Hassan's men who should have been caught but managed to escape, she knew very well how powerful the red-haired archer was.

I couldn’t beat him before.

Now...

The assassin girl secretly glanced at Ian who was still using the Excalibur Gallatin to resist the rain of arrows, and her heart couldn't help but feel a little more nervous.

The first generation master is right...

There will always be someone who is not afraid of me to help me...

So--!

You can't just do nothing and wait for happiness to come with empty hands!

Do it!

Almost at the moment of consciousness confirmation, the effect of the Assassin's exclusive class skill, Breath Blocking, was activated.

Sayaka, who was supposed to be next to Ian and Mary, disappeared.

The Flower Magician witnessed this - however, she did not stop Sayaka, nor did she tell Ian about it.

"Let her try it for a bit..."