The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Lancelot looked at Ian on the other side.

"Can you accept these conditions?"

"Of course." Ian responded directly.

"That sounds like a pretty good deal."

"Yes." Lancelot smiled slightly, "French knights are always polite."

"So--"

"So much for the polite words."

Lancelot pointed the mysterious blade in his hand at Ian.

"Next, it's time for the duel between the knights."

"As it should be."

The atmosphere became tense in an instant.

Lancelot and Ian each held their swords and looked at each other, appearing very vigilant.

This is very normal behavior.

When the strength is equal, the duel between knights is just a matter of one move.

If you launch an attack rashly, you will only expose your weaknesses to the opponent.

This confrontation alone was enough for Ian to confirm that his previous thoughts were correct - the Lancelot in front of him was no ordinary person.

The sunlight shone on the swords of both sides, creating a pure white halo.

The knights in the barracks were all elite warriors who had experienced many battles, and they soon realized that this was by no means a one-sided suppression.

They quieted down and stopped making noise.

Some people even slowed down their breathing, fearing that any of their actions would affect the outcome of the duel.

Suddenly——!

Lancelot launched the first attack.

He grasped the thick, calm blue blade and slashed at the opponent.

Ian would not show weakness, so he grasped the Excalibur Galatine Sword in both hands and started the fight.

With a ding sound!

The two sword blades came into contact with each other and there was a violent collision!

To outsiders, this might just be a normal sword wrestling match.

But for Ian, he felt the opponent's sword was unusual.

【Magic bursts out from your and Lancelot's swords.】

[You and he both realized that your weapons came from the same source.]

【This is something that will surprise both of you.】

"The shadow of the Knight King."

Lancelot seemed very surprised during the wrestling.

"You also got the blade from the lake?"

"of course."

Ian answered the question without hesitation.

"Isn't it the same with the sword you hold, knight of France?"

"Ah."

Lancelot suppressed his surprise.

"Then can you tell me what its name is?"

"Excalibur Galatine." Ian did not hide it.

"What's yours?"

"Aroundight." Lancelot also reported the name of his sword.

There was a sound.

The swords of both sides collided again, and then bounced off each other.

But after this time.

Both Ian and Lancelot knew that there was no point in a close combat like this.

Both sides obtained their swords from the fairy in the lake, so it is absolutely impossible to tell which one is harder.

So--

The only way to solve this problem is to use the sword to its full potential after obtaining it.

That is the best way to tell who is better!

Almost instantly.

A flash of light passed over the military camp.

To be precise, it should be a clear and pure white glow like the lake water shining under the moon.

Those who witnessed all this felt as if they were standing in a lake under the moon, and everything around them was plunged into a state of absolute silence and peace.

Ian knew this was no hallucination.

Rather, it was the effect of the lake blade in Lancelot's hand, called Aroundight.

If an ordinary knight faced this situation, he would basically have no choice but to admit defeat.

But it's a pity.

The one participating in the duel this time is me!

No matter how peaceful the moonlit lake is, it is only at night that a miraculous scene will occur.

but now--

It's the time when the sun is shining brightly!

Excalibur Galatine is a blade blessed by the sun.

Now is the time for this sword to be of greatest use!

Ian raised the sword in his hand.

The scorching sunlight gathered onto the blade like silk threads.

At this moment, all the heat from it was drawn by Ian alone.

The knights who had previously paused in a state of absolute silence and peace were now caught in the heat brought by the scorching sun summoned by the Excalibur Galatine.

obviously--

The winner is already clear.

The moment the visions created by the two swords collide, the result will be engraved in the air.

But things didn't develop in this way.

[The Princess's Curse++ has been activated: The magic power in your body is drawn to the Excalibur Galatine, and you are taken advantage of by this curse. ]

A piercing pain came.

Ian covered his chest.

Black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Lancelot realized something was wrong.

But it was too late to stop.

After all, in the first wave of confrontation, he already knew that the opponent's strength was not inferior to his.

The current state of absolute tranquility and peace was achieved without him slacking off at all!

The battle situation suddenly became one-sided.

Even though Ian wanted to resist the attack, he found that the only thing flashing before his eyes was Morgan's resentful figure.

Is this the ending I should have?

Such a thought actually occurred to his mind.

At the critical moment.

Altria simply threw away the king's robe on her body.

She held the sword of promised victory (Excalibur) and stood in front of Ian!

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82. As the king, she only has eyes for you (-word chapter)

The confrontation between knights often consists of two parts.

One is weapons;

The second is the knight himself.

Good weapons allow the knight to fight against more powerful enemies, while bad weapons will become a burden in the knight's hands.

But weapons are not everything.

When the weapons between knights are at the same level.

What determines the direction of the battle is no longer the weapon itself, but the knight's personal ability.

This is the situation that Artoria is facing now.

Aroundight and Excalibur are both holy swords born from the lake.

There is no so-called difference in the strength of the two swords. They are swords under the moon that are strong enough to resist each other.

of course.

The King of Knights had no intention of fighting Lancelot.

But it was because Ian's body had problems again.

So--

There is absolutely no way that Altria would ignore all this.

She is the king of Camelot, but she is also a girl who loves her sweetheart.

The sword of vowed victory was drawn.

Corresponding to the Sword of Wheel of Victory, this is a blade blessed by the moon.

It was noon and it couldn't be used to its full potential.

But for Altria——

This is not something that cannot be reversed.

She is the incarnation of a red dragon and has a heart like a salamander.

Where blessings are lacking, then I will make up for it with my own magic power;

Where there is no shortage, it will be strengthened.

Such as this.

The Moon Blade used against the scorching sun can also easily exert its due strength.

The young king put aside all distracting thoughts and focused all his attention on the absolute silence and peace that was coming towards him.

The sword comes out.

The wind follows.