The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Eh?"

Lily, who had won great victory, looked at her father with a puzzled expression.

"Dad, did I say something wrong..."

"I definitely said the wrong thing."

Ian's tone became much more serious, which was almost completely opposite to his previous doting tone.

"You shouldn't have called her stupid."

"..."

Lily paused, and it was obvious that she had never expected her father to say such words at this time.

However, she didn't seem to want to admit that she was wrong.

"But she's obviously an idiot!"

"I just stated the facts. Is that wrong?"

"You laughed yourself, Dad!"

"I did laugh, that's for sure." Ian admitted his behavior without hesitation.

"But I wasn't laughing because 'she's stupid', but because she was willing to tolerate you like that."

"Tolerate me...?"

Lily's small throat moved slightly.

"Dad, why are you saying the same thing as Mom?"

"..."

Ian looked at Joan of Arc, but found that her eyes seemed to never leave him.

"Did she... say that too?"

"Yeah!" Lily nodded. "If it's about the same..."

"That's because you really did something wrong—Lily, you have to understand one thing."

The man looked at the child in his arms and spoke earnestly.

"If someone who has done nothing wrong can't win an argument with you, it doesn't mean that they are stupid, but rather that they subconsciously think you are important, so they consciously avoid you."

"Just because I can't defeat you doesn't mean you're right, understand?"

"Sometimes...I just love you so much."

"..."

"Such familiar words..."

Lily muttered softly. At this moment, she had completely lost the momentum she had before in front of Black Jeanne.

"So...did I do something wrong?"

"Of course it was wrong," Ian said without hesitation, "and it was a very serious mistake."

"She's your mother too, isn't she? How could you treat her like this?"

"You have to apologize properly. You have to apologize from the bottom of your heart. Do you understand?"

"..."

Lily fumbled with her fingers, looking a little embarrassed.

"..."

Seeing her like this, Joan of Arc, who was very sad just now, reached out and touched her head.

"Well, it doesn't matter if I don't tell you - I am indeed an idiot anyway, an idiot who has done a lot of wrong things."

"It's understandable that you don't want to be like me, right?"

"But... I have to save face too. At least, please don't call me an idiot in front of so many people, okay?"

"..."

Listening to Black Jeanne's words as if she had done something wrong, Lily felt really guilty.

"I'm sorry! It's my fault... I'm so sorry!"

"I……"

"Just saying sorry doesn't mean I'm sincere—" Jeanne leaned over, "You know how to cheer her up, right?"

"mom, Mom, Mom……"

Now it was Black Joan of Arc's turn to be ecstatic.

"Hey! Did you hear that? She just called me mom!"

“So this is what it feels like!”

"..."

"What are those looks you have—this is the first time I've heard him call me that!"

The atmosphere gradually became lively with the noise of Black Jeanne.

The joy of the family of four is fully reflected at this moment.

But this atmosphere did not last long.

because……

The wall of light began to fluctuate again!

809. The Tragedy of the Separation of the Knights of the Round Table / Athena vs. the Wall of the Holy Lance (4k)

Boom!

The ground was shaking violently, shattering the originally harmonious family atmosphere.

A pale white light came from the wall of light that stretched to who knows where and rushed towards where everyone was like a wave.

The level of magic power was almost identical to before.

"Sister!" Joan of Arc reacted instantly.

"Call Fafnir!"

"Oh!"

Although she is still confused, Black Jeanne's execution ability is top-notch.

"Uu——"

With a call, lightning and thunder began to appear in the sky.

The huge figure of the demon dragon appeared there with its fangs and claws bared, until it fully appeared in front of everyone.

boom!

The evil flames turned into messengers of justice at this moment, blocking the waves from the wall of light.

"..."

Joan of Arc wiped the sweat from her head.

Even though this was the first time she saw the fluctuations from the Wall of Light because she was covering the retreat of the mountain people, the holy girl could clearly feel the aura contained within it, which was enough to completely destroy a person.

"The other side of my brother..."

Joan of Arc looked at the dragon above her head and whispered.

"Please protect us well!"

only……

It seemed that because the distance was too close, although the flames spewed out by the evil dragon Fafnir at this moment were not much different from before, the resistance effect was completely different.

Ian could feel that it was beginning to lose its strength.

So--

The man picked up the sword left by the first Hassan.

Now the only person who can help is myself!

No matter how dangerous it is, you must never retreat for the sake of your family!

However, although the man thought so, in the end it was no longer him who faced the danger.

As another vibration came, a large amount of steam came out from Athena's shoulder armor.

"Such a terrifying light—"

"pity……"

"You ran into me!"

The Mecha Goddess held the Shield of War and rushed forward, standing in front of everyone and completely blocking the holy and flawless light.

in this way--

Fafnir, who had been forced to retreat step by step, finally had the possibility of advancing.

One dragon and one mecha formed a resistance "alliance" on the front line, building an absolute line of defense for the people behind them.

but……

Looking at everything in front of him, Ian had some vague bad associations in his heart.

Artoria, could she really be the one to do such a thing?

Would she...really use the Rhongomyniad to do such a thing just for her own selfish reasons?

Men can't believe such things.

In his impression, Artoria was never such a selfish person at any time or place.

The resistance of the Holy Lance's fluctuations gradually diminished—

The impact from the wall of light seemed to pause temporarily.

The evil dragon Fafnir flapped his enormous wings and landed safely on the ground.

Athena pressed her shield to the ground and said in a triumphant tone:

"You're still a little underqualified to break through my defenses."

However, faced with such a declaration of victory, Ian did not feel very happy.

He was searching for someone in the sea of sand, and finally locked his target on Bedivere.

"Sister, I'll be there for a moment."

Ian spoke briefly to his two sisters and the child he had just met, then walked straight towards the young knight.

"Bedivere."

"Eh?"

Bedivere obviously didn't expect Ian to come to him at this time. Both his expression and actions seemed a little flustered.

"Don't be nervous." Ian patted the young knight's shoulder gently.

"We're partners, aren't we? You're acting like I'm here to torture you."

"Yes, yes."

Bedivere smiled awkwardly, then looked up at the sky.

The impact of the wall of light still remained there—the clouds dispersed by the impact were the best proof of this.

"I guess I'm a little overwhelmed by the current situation?"

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you, Bedivere."

"Before you met us—" Ian looked at the knight in front of him, his eyes becoming more serious. "What happened?"

"..."