The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

And this is indeed the case. As the number of times those meteors were completely unable to break through increased, they seemed to have "realized" something.

The originally flickering light gradually dimmed.

The change was so great that even Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed it.

"Ian, is this the end?!"

"It's over now—I don't know what's next."

"later?"

"Ah."

As the man finished speaking, the magic circle surrounding the crystal coffin began to shine again, and then changed into another kind of light.

A dangerous atmosphere filled the scene.

Ian gasped for air, mouthful after mouthful.

No, it should be heat now.

The heating ability of the will-o'-the-wisp is really too strong.

What will happen this time...

The man's doubts did not last long, because the light quickly responded.

There was another shock.

But this time, the source of the vibration became the location of the crystal coffin.

The ground around it began to crack in some imperceptible pattern, and hands stretched out from it, grabbing those sharp corners.

Get up.

Those are...

British soldiers?

No.

To be precise, it should be something like that—

It exists between the "living" and the "dead".

only……

If that's the case, it doesn't seem like a big deal.

But reality soon gave Ian a hard slap in the face.

The man drove the ghost fire and then brought out their original functions.

The blazing flames wrapped around every British soldier like dragons and snakes—but there were no howls or pain.

They just fell down.

then……

Then he climbed up again.

"..."

This scene should have been terrifying, but Ian felt nothing inside.

On the one hand, it may be because we have experienced too many strong winds and heavy rains;

On the other hand, it may be because they have experienced the baptism of Egyptian power.

But having said that——

It is not an easy task to get rid of these British soldiers.

Ian knew that even if he continued to mobilize the power of the five elements, he would not be able to deal with these enemies who kept getting up after being knocked down again and again.

What should I do...

At this moment, there was a buzzing sound.

The words of the first Hassan echoed in Ian's head.

"It's now--"

"The sword I left behind is for use at this moment."

"..."

The man held his breath and stopped doing everything else.

At that moment, he felt as if he was back to the moment when he was praying to his stupid sister Artemis under the moon.

A black aura surrounded the man.

Understood.

Ian has fully understood how to make perfect use of the sword left by the old man.

The man reached out and took the sword into his hand again.

The evil black sword energy held Ian's hand tightly, and then the scene was accurately reproduced.

"Listen! The evening bells announce your name. The feather that announces death!"

"O heir of the Cursed Arm, you are hereby authorized to make this declaration!"

Buzz.

A white dove flashed by, and the bright light that contrasted sharply with the darkness swooped forward.

This is the unique skill of the first generation Hassan - the Angel of Death (Azrael)!

At this moment, Ian was released again!

The light started from the man and attacked forward.

The British soldiers who were originally impossible to kill were quickly swallowed up by the assistance from the first generation Hassan.

It was still a silent killing.

But when the white light faded, all that remained at the scene was the crystal coffin where Mordred lay.

At the same time, Fujimaru Ritsuka's magic was fully prepared.

With a bang——

Huge rocks flew out from the magic circle the girl had called upon, heading in the direction of destroying the entire "tomb".

The man's eyes became much sharper.

He knew that something would definitely happen the moment the meteorite arrived.

And this is indeed the case.

A huge meteorite with a tail of flame fell from the sky, getting closer and closer to the crystal coffin where Mordred was.

Just before it was about to hit—

A white light flew out from a distance.

That was from the passage where Ian and Fujimaru Ritsuka came in.

Then, a figure appeared there.

It was an existence that was somewhat similar to Ian, but not quite the same.

"really--"

"If it were you, you would definitely understand no matter what."

"Father, long time no see."

"Galahad—do you remember that name?"

The silver-haired boy in front of him looked at Ian and said so.

824. Reasons for Mordred's Resurrection/Galahad's Personal Opinion (4k)

If he hadn't been sure that this wasn't a dream, Fujimaru Ritsuka would never have been able to accept what he had seen.

She saw a young man standing where she and Ian had just fallen.

He was somewhat similar to Ian in appearance, but very different in temperament and personality.

Ritsuka Fujimaru almost instinctively felt an inner disgust towards this person who suddenly appeared.

She subconsciously grabbed the man's hand.

Ian naturally understood Fujimaru Ritsuka's emotions.

He directly protected her behind him, and then looked directly at the girl in front of him who called him father.

No words are worth a thousand words.

"Galahad—"

"you……"

"It seems that my name has not been forgotten." The young man who called himself Galahad said so, and then showed a kind smile.

No hostility...?

Galahad, isn't he here to be hostile to me?

Ian confirmed this almost instantly.

But what happened next subtly negated the man's idea.

Galahad snapped his fingers, and a large number of petals rushed to his side like knights hearing a call.

Ian recognized the scene almost instantly - it was exactly the same situation as Mary's.

But before he could react, these petals with a pure white background but stained with a few hints of light pink "attacked" Fujimaru Ritsuka.

In just a moment, the girl was knocked to the ground.

She had just released the celestial magic, and she really had no ability to resist

"you--!"

Ian was about to explode when he saw Galahad's polite look.

"Don't worry, father."

"The person who came here with you must be a very important person, right?"

"So, I didn't use any overly aggressive magic—"

Galahad looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka who had fallen asleep leaning against a rock and continued to explain.

"Just to let her sleep for a while."

"So... we can talk freely, right?"

"..."

Although he felt a little sorry for Ritsuka Fujimaru, Ian had to admit that what Galahad said was right.

If Fujimaru Ritsuka were "awake", many things would be impossible to explain clearly.

"Hmm." After careful consideration, the man nodded. "You're right—we do need some time to talk freely."

"It seems my thoughts are the same as my father's."

"So--"

Galahad looked at the crystal coffin not far away.

"Let's go over there and talk."

"……it is good."

Ever since——

Ian and Galahad arrived at the crystal coffin where Mordred was sleeping, one after another.

The atmosphere seemed a little awkward for a while.