The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"..."

"She is indeed the one the king has his eyes on..." Bedivere sighed, but he seemed even sadder than before.

"But, it seems that this is of no avail."

"What do you mean, Bedivere?"

"because--"

Bedivere looked towards where the light came from.

"The king... is exiling us."

804. Another Holy Spear! A Means to Save Bedivere! (4k)

"..."

Ian was stunned for a moment, but the pain in his back soon made him realize that all this was not fake.

"Bedivere, the king you're talking about... is it Altria?"

"Ah."

The young knight nodded, his eyes filled with regret.

"The King...chose to exile us."

"so--"

"I no longer have the qualifications to continue living as a knight."

"Sir Ian." Bedivere looked at the man who was supporting him, and the black and white intersection behind him that had become a mess.

"You'd better leave me here and let me..."

"impossible."

Before Bedivere could finish his words, Ian interrupted him very rudely.

"Are you kidding me?"

"How could I possibly watch you die in a place like this?"

"Bedivere, I refuse to do what you ask!"

"..."

Bedivere's throat choked for a moment - it was obvious that he was moved by Ian's behavior.

"Lord Ian, you..."

"shut up."

Ian took a deep breath.

In this area where the laws of physics have been altered by the light of the Rhongomyniad, even breathing is extremely difficult.

The man could feel that his existence was gradually becoming insignificant because of this.

"Bedivere, my status in the Knights of the Round Table is higher than yours—"

"Therefore, I now command you not to give up your life."

"Understand?"

"..."

Bedivere looked at Ian, his pupils dilated a little.

At this moment, he finally understood what kind of existence the "Shadow of the Knight King" that the people of Camelot had been talking about was.

That is……

A person as decisive as the king.

"I see."

"That's good."

Supporting the extremely weak Bedivere, Ian once again walked towards the clear intersection of black and white.

He could feel that the layer of "protection" that Mary had applied had completely been removed from himself and Bedivere.

I have to think of something...

Ian thought so, and then searched his brain for the corresponding memories.

There must be something that can be projected at this time.

Must have!

With this extremely strong will to survive, Ian felt something responding to him.

and many more.

Is that the Rhongomyniad?

wrong!

It's the Illusory Rhongomyniad!

That is……

The Noble Phantasm that he "obtained" in Fuyuki City is similar to the Rhongomyniad, but not exactly the same!

I see……

Is this a case of giving someone a taste of their own medicine?

Is this really possible?

No.

It’s not a question of whether you can do it or not, it’s a question of how well you do it!

Gathering his magic power, the man projected the Illusory Rhongomyniad onto his hand.

It was a spear that was extremely similar to the Rhongomyniad, but it was completely black. If you had to say it, it was more like the "Noble Phantasm" used by the dragon Fafnir!

"This……"

Bedivere looked at the gun in the man's hand and was surprised again.

He felt that he had seen this weapon before - to be more precise, he had seen something very similar to this weapon.

"Lord Ian, are you going to..."

"I'm going to take you out!"

"Bedivere—" the man looked towards the distant intersection of black and white, "You must live until then."

"Illusory Rhongomyniad!"

As the man poured more magic power into this treasure emitting a dark aura, the two Knights of the Round Table actually charged forward.

Yes.

Although the actual effect is certainly not as good as the Rhongomyniad itself, this evil black spear also has the ability to "control" the laws of the Age of Gods in a small range.

Since then——

The originally changed rules were once again "twisted" back to their original form.

only……

This is not without cost.

Since I've chosen an effect similar to Rhongomyniad, then the "resistance" to the flames from the dragon Fafnir on the other side will inevitably end in resistance.

This is indeed the case.

The man felt that the evil dragon Fafnir had become an obstacle to his breakthrough.

A strange spark appeared at the junction of black and white, and the golden-white light almost covered Ian's original skin color.

Bedivere watched all this and seemed to understand why the king had trusted Ian so much.

This is……

A man who is fighting with his life at stake.

But this idea did not change the status quo.

You cannot advance without activating the Illusory Rhongomyniad.

However, activating the Illusory Rhongomyniad will definitely be blocked here.

Ian rarely felt helpless.

What's worse is that he feels that his existence is becoming increasingly fragile - countless events in the past have flashed back in his mind like slides, and it seems that they will be "disconnected" at any time.

How could this be……

How could he fall like this...

The man struggled hard, trying to break through this last boundary with his own strength.

But all this...

Nothing seems to help.

But at this moment, a miracle happened.

The originally deadlocked black and white boundary changed drastically, as if sensing the man's cry in his heart.

First, the flames from the evil dragon Fafnir showed signs of fading, and then in an instant, they disappeared completely like a foam phantom.

The light from the Rhongomyniad, which should have raged again due to this disappearance, also disappeared at this moment.

Yes.

The two intertwined forces are now gone.

The two knights' near-death situation was now gone.

"elder brother--"

As Black Joan of Arc's voice came, Ian saw a huge black dragon flying across the sky above his head.

A few minutes later.

The dragon Fafnir fell to the ground.

At this moment, it no longer has the bravery it had when it fought against the shining light of the Rhongomyniad.

Despite its huge size, it just lay on the ground to rest, motionless. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it is a well-behaved pet.

Ian, Merry holding Lily, Jeanne d'Arc, and Bedivere sat in a circle not far from Fafnir.

"elder brother--!"

Black Jeanne's reproachful voice was heard first.

"What kind of idiot are you?!"

"Why didn't you say anything and just jumped off Fafnir's head!"

The dragon girl grabbed Ian's sleeve and looked aggrieved.

"Do you know how worried I am?!"

"This one……"

Ian held Joan of Arc in his arms, stroked her back, and apologized softly.

"I'm sorry, Jeanne—it's all my fault, but the situation is urgent and I can't tell you too much."

"I...must save Bedivere."

"..."

Hearing what Ian said, Black Jeanne cast a slightly resentful look at the young knight beside her.

That expression was as if he was saying, "If you cause me to lose my brother, I will definitely burn you to death."

Bedivere naturally felt a little embarrassed.