The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Ian couldn't help but complain again.

"but--"

"It's not something to be offended about."

"Meli, I order you to keep it a secret for me, otherwise, you know what the consequences will be."

"I've been given a mandatory order... I'm so excited."

The dragon shuttled through the increasingly dark environment.

That was the unimaginable influence brought about by the Demon Pillar Flauros.

"Ian Pendragon—"

"I want you to die without a burial place!"

"Disappear completely in the torrent of history!"

In this dark environment, these words echoed all the time.

Leif, or should we say the Demon Pillar Flauros, hates Ian clearly.

"How many things have you done to make him angry..."

Mary felt the resentment around her and asked questions proactively, which was rare.

"This means I hate you to the core, right?"

"How many things make him angry?"

A smug smile appeared on the man's face.

"Summoning a Servant he does not wish to see;"

"Save a certain director whom he thinks is useless;"

"And those Servants who were supposed to die in the singularity were rescued and brought back to Chaldea."

"Return the history that should have been destroyed back to its original state;"

"Ah... now that you put it that way, I guess he was about to do something and I just happened to stop him."

"I see." Meili responded thoughtfully, "To put it simply, you did everything that made him uncomfortable, right?"

"Good Job? Is that what I should say?"

"Um...ok!"

As if sensing Ian's show-off, the counterattack from the Demon Pillar Flauros became more and more fierce.

It was like an active volcano, constantly spewing dark flames into the sky that were enough to melt everything it touched.

Fortunately, after years of training, the evil dragon Fafnir is no longer just a simple dragon.

It... is a dragon that has truly been influenced by the Saint and the Witch!

Purple-black flames gushed out from the dragon's mouth, extinguishing the fierce demon flames one by one.

only--

That alone is not enough.

Because Ian soon discovered that the Demon Pillar Flauros had produced more demonic flames, the real sky, which was already difficult to recognize, became even more difficult to see.

call--

call--

The dragon Fafnir flashed his wings and made a perfect circle, skillfully avoiding all the flames that were sprayed towards him.

But this continues.

For Leif, who possessed the Rhongomyniad, the only option was death.

Just as Meli said, facing the Demon Pillar Flauros head-on like this is too dangerous, even with all the preparations.

but……

The man's thoughts seemed to have been understood by the flower magician long ago.

"If you want to get closer, hurry up."

"Although dragons are powerful, their physical strength is limited."

“If you wait until you’re tired, you won’t be able to do it even if you want to.”

"How on earth do you know what I'm thinking?"

Ian couldn't help but express his inner doubts.

but--

Now is not the time to worry about such things.

indeed.

Mellie was right.

When it comes to getting close to something, the sooner the better.

No matter how powerful Fafnir is, facing this endless attack, sooner or later his physical strength will be exhausted.

Furthermore...

Those on the ground may not be able to hold on any longer.

"I, let's face the danger head-on—"

Ian gave the order to "himself".

The best way to overcome danger is to face it head-on!

but--

When the dragon lowered its flying altitude and rushed directly towards the Demon Pillar Flauros, and was about to collide head-on with the opponent's body.

An extremely gentle voice, as if commending the brave man, rang out from the environment that was originally full of resentment.

"Ian—"

"For the sake of this land, please unleash the Holy Lance once again!"

830. The Thirteen Constraints of the Knights of the Round Table, When the Holy Lance Weighs Anchors! (4k)

Where on earth is this sound coming from?

Ian quickly confirmed the answer to this question.

Because it is right in front of you, there is not a single doubt about it.

Shining in the Rhongomyniad.

The weapon currently held by the Demon Pillar Flauros is beyond common knowledge.

It is calling me with true love!

Ian felt his blood boiling in an instant.

If it was a call from the Rhongomyniad, then it meant that, at least for the moment, it was resisting Flauros.

"Please draw the Holy Lance once again—"

"You... can definitely do it!"

call--

call--

The evil dragon Fafnir flapped its huge wings, circled in the air like a crescent, and once again dodged the attack from the Demon Pillar.

Several black and purple flames flew out from the dragon's mouth, accurately blocking those attacks that were originally extremely deadly.

only--

Just as Ian had worried before.

As the battle went on, Fafnir not only wasted a lot of energy on releasing fire as a counterattack, but the poor environment around him also seemed to be eroding the dragon.

If this continues, a plane crash is probably just a matter of time.

Another new round of attacks came, and the explosion of the Demon Pillar seemed endless.

The sky was filled with black flames falling like meteors, as if even the air was corrupted by them.

"Ian, do you want to do something?"

Meili's voice came from behind the man.

As a flower magician, she seemed to have noticed something.

"If so, I suggest you make your own choice before Fafnir's strength is completely exhausted."

"You don't have much time left."

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment, and then expressed his inner thoughts.

"Merry, do you have a way to help me force my way into the Demon Pillar?"

"..."

"What do you want to do?" the Flower Magician asked back.

"Just being in contact at such a distance is already quite dangerous, right?"

"You...you want to touch it further?"

"Ah."

Ian looked at the Demon Pillar Flauros twisting in front of him and confirmed Mary's thoughts.

"I heard it—a voice coming from inside the Demon Pillar."

"It told me to draw the holy spear."

"Then aren't you worried that it's just the temptation of that Demon Pillar—" Mary proposed a new possibility.

"Once you go in, you may not be able to come out."

"That doesn't matter." Ian's attitude remained firm. "We can't just sit there and wait for death like this, can we?"

"Meli, you should know that I'm not that kind of person."

"..."

The knight and the flower magician had no more words to say.

They knew that they had already agreed with each other's ideas.

"There is an opportunity on the left side of the Demon Pillar."

Meili said this expressionlessly, as if she was just reporting some unimportant issues.

"But it's only once—after all, once they discover their flaws are exposed, they'll definitely be on guard."

"When this dragon flies over, I will use all my strength to open that place for you."

"Ian, go do what you want to do."

"..."

"Meli..." The man couldn't help but sigh, "You're not as cold as you look, are you?"

"No." The Flower Magician shook his head. "I am that kind of person. I always have been and I will always be."

"It's just that, for me, you are someone I'm interested in."

"Then I should thank you, right?"

"Let's talk about this kind of thing after we come back alive."

Huhu——

The evil dragon Fafnir flapped his wings again.