The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Faced with such danger, Gray's first reaction was the man beside her.

"Mr. Ian, be careful!"

As the girl shouted, the man came to his senses from his confusion about Gawain.

We have to protect her!

Can't get hurt at all!

The already distant ideal city (Lord Camelot) began to "dance" in the man's hands.

Then he accurately blocked the flames from Gawain - as the earliest owner of the Sword of Excalibur Galatine, Ian knew this sword better than his descendant Gawain!

The red flames hit the giant cross shield, and then it was like a strong wind blowing onto a huge rock, spreading to both sides until it formed a stream like a wall.

"how so……"

Bedivere looked at everything in front of him with an expression of disbelief.

"Why...why would Gao Wenqing attack his own father?"

"Father?"

Helena felt as if she had heard something extraordinary.

The person in front of me who is attacking Gray and Ian wantonly is actually Ian's son?

What is going on here?

but--

Before Helena could ask more questions, a staff was placed against her lips in an extremely "timely" manner, followed by a rather kind word.

"Some questions are better not to ask—"

"I know, but it won't do you any good."

Although Mary showed no expression when she said this, Helena could feel the oppression she released.

If I had to describe it...

That's probably similar to when Gray and I first arrived at Atlas Court and saw mummies everywhere.

"..."

Seeing that Helena had taken a break, Mary once again showed that half-smile on her face.

Then she walked to the side and took the child named Lily from Black Jeanne's shoulders.

"Don't do it—"

The Flower Magician's words hit home what Black Jeanne was thinking at the moment.

“Why don’t you do it?!”

Black Joan of Arc's call is ready.

"He's already attacked my brother—if we don't let Fafnir teach him a lesson, wouldn't that be like standing by and watching?"

"Stand idly by?"

Meili tilted her head slightly.

"Perhaps this is what he needs—"

"You, can't you feel it?"

"..."

Black Jeanne was shocked by Meli's aura at that moment.

She took Lily back from the other person's arms, and then looked at Mary warily, as if she was looking at an enemy.

Unlike her sister, Joan of Arc was more indifferent.

She quickly asked:

"so--"

"You feel it, don't you?"

"Yes." Meili nodded. "I can guarantee that he absolutely needs this kind of situation—even after being attacked."

"..."

Joan of Arc held the military flag and looked at Merry in front of her without saying a word.

After a long time, she finally squeezed out a few words:

"You, are not harming your brother?"

"if it is like this--"

The Saint Girl's eyes turned serious.

In an instant, magical power that was no less powerful than that of the demon dragon Fafnir surged around her.

"Even if it means sacrificing my life, I will definitely avenge myself in the name of my sister."

"She's obviously a saint, but she has deep personal feelings."

"Of course—my brother is everything to me. If someone wants to take everything away from me, then I won't be punished by the Lord even if I abandon the title of Saint."

"..."

"..."

Joan of Arc and Merry looked at each other, without saying a word, but they had already exchanged opinions in their eyes.

That's right.

That is--

According to Mary's words, "give" Ian enough space to resolve all this.

of course.

Mary also made some concessions to Joan of Arc.

As long as the situation is not right, she will ask her sister to take action immediately!

however--

The two people who completed the "agreement" forgot that this was actually a "three-party force."

“You must be joking—!”

Athena's eyes flashed red.

That was the performance of "Him," a destroyer ship, when it entered attack mode.

"Pegasus, but he is my countryman!"

"How can we allow him to be attacked like this!"

As she said this simple declaration, the area on Athena's chest began to light up, it was an extremely powerful shot.

The goal——

It was Gawain in the distance!

Joan of Arc was the first to react.

"younger sister--!"

"Let Fafnir block it!"

"Huh?!" Although Black Jeanne didn't understand why she had to do this, she immediately followed suit.

"call--"

A whistle.

Fafnir immediately flapped his wings, ready to meet the fire from Athena.

only--

Everyone underestimated Athena's strength.

As a god, it is not so easy to increase his power when he is angry!

Athena's entire body was shining with an overload of light.

With a bang——

The cannon-like beam blasted towards the British flag where Gawain was standing with incredible speed, leaving a trail that should have been a meteor in the sky.

This was a blow of anger from Athena.

If it hits Gawain, maybe he can be refined in that highly concentrated substance in an instant?

however--

Once again, things turned out to be beyond everyone's expectations.

Or rather, it perfectly echoed Mary's words.

The moment Athena's artillery fire poured out, the man reacted instantly.

"Gray, protect yourself!"

The man lingered on these words, and then, like a lion, he pounced out, carrying the already distant ideal city (Lord Camelot).

“Mashu——”

"You can block this thing, right?!"

"I believe you!"

boom--!

As the girl watched, the artillery fire from Athena not only failed to hit Gawain, but instead completely engulfed Ian who was holding the cross shield.

"Mr. Ian—!"

Gray's expression froze in an instant.

Mr. Ian, what if you die...?

The girl felt her breathing stop, but her brain refused to think about it.

boom!

Explosions were heard everywhere.

Black smoke completely enveloped the battlefield.

The red light on Athena's body completely dissipated, and the goddess of war knelt directly on the ground - she and Ian were originally one and the same, and bombing each other now was naturally equivalent to bombing herself.

"Pegasus, you..."

"I told you not to do it." Meili's voice sounded "inopportunely", "This is the consequence -"

"but……"

"That man is not someone you can kill."

"what?"

"..."

"..."

Mary's words once again focused everyone's attention on the area where the artillery fire was occurring.

Fafnir roared.

The cracking wind blew away all the black smoke, presenting the outcome of the battlefield to everyone.

Ian——

Still standing there!

of course.

The already distant ideal city (Lord Camelot) in his hand had been completely shattered - which meant that his memory of it was also shattered, and he would never be able to project it again.

But the man didn't seem to be shaken at all by this.