The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Are you angry?" Nightingale looked at the man in front of her.

"No, I'm not angry at all."

"On the contrary, I'm very happy."

"you are happy?"

"Yes." Ian nodded. "At least this way—you can still stay by my side, right?"

"..."

The man's straightforward words brought a hint of spring to Nightingale's face.

As a Ruler, perhaps she should be more fair.

only--

No one should blame a girl who has never been in love and dedicated her entire life to medicine, right?

"Is what you just said true?"

Nightingale looked at the man, and her tone gradually became more straightforward and loving.

"Have I...really earned that right of yours?"

"Uh... maybe that's not possible."

"why?"

"Because there are so many people who want it - I can't do this kind of thing where I only care for one person."

"I see." Nightingale's expression didn't change at all, but her tone began to reveal a hint of murderous intent.

"That means-"

"If I can prevent them from getting close to you, I can achieve this, right?"

"No, you..."

Before Ian had time to explain everything to Nightingale, he suddenly felt a murderous intent.

This was the physical change he felt when he was in the London singularity.

The distance is very close, there is no way to dodge——

Ian could only use his hands to forcibly block the weapon attacking him.

Just at that moment when the tip of the gun passed through his arm.

The man realized that something was wrong.

That is Diarmait’s favorite spear—Gae Buidhe!

This can inflict a "wounded status" that cannot be removed even with "healing magic" or "regeneration ability".

"Looks like you've come to this day, Ian Pendragon."

"Finally you fell into my trap."

The man looked in the direction of the voice and saw a familiar figure - it was Maeve.

But at this moment, she seemed despicable and arrogant.

And beside her were Finn and Diarmait.

"today--"

"You're supposed to die here, right?" she said.

594. Maeve: Come once and I'll let you go! / Heroes Enchanted by Mead (4k)

The person who appeared in front of Ian was none other than Queen Maeve, who had previously invaded the Kingdom of Shadows.

only--

The difference from her before is.

She was originally alone, but now she was accompanied by two Celtic heroes who had fought with Ian before.

On the left, that's Finn McCool;

Holding the Mac an Luin in his hand, he stood beside Maeve like a guard.

On the right, Diarmait;

He holds the demon-destroying Red Rose (Gae Dearg) in one hand, and is using his free hand to call back his doomed Yellow Rose (Gae Buidhe).

but--

Ian could feel that no matter who they were, something was not right at the moment.

If I had to describe it with a feeling...

It's like being controlled.

Just as Ian was still wondering why this happened, Maeve's voice came again.

Only this time, there was a hint of contempt in her tone.

"Why? Ian Pendragon."

"Are you afraid of not speaking now? But it's too late. No matter how much you beg for mercy today, you will never get it!"

Maeve's voice growled.

If someone who didn't know her saw her like this, they might think that Ian had done something wrong to her.

But in fact, it is just the opposite.

Not only did the man not do anything to offend Maeve, but he was the object of this guy's hatred!

"You're a little overconfident, Maeve."

"I think you should know that I have already defeated Finn and Diarmait before you once."

"If you let them deal with me now, you'll just be repeating this failure."

"Yeah?!"

"Then take a good look at it!" Maeve's voice was sharp and piercing. "You don't think I don't realize this, do you?"

"Stupid Ian!"

Although Maeve's voice was unbearable to hear, Ian knew that she must be completely confident, which is why she acted so arrogantly.

"I understand."

"In that case... then I have no choice but to defeat you once again."

Having said this, the man wanted to use his "memory projection" to defeat the two enemies once again.

But he soon realized that something was wrong.

Can't use——

My abilities are no longer useful.

How could this be?

"Hmph, the key ability has been sealed, right?" Maeve became increasingly proud. "This is my warrior's revenge on you!"

"..."

When Maeve said this, Ian immediately reacted.

This is an unhealable wound caused by the Yellow Rose (Gae Buidhe) that must perish!

This further led to the blocking of his own "memory projection".

"..."

Nightingale sensed something and realized that her husband (at least that's what he could be called for now) was in some trouble.

No.

Perhaps the term "difficult situation" is not enough to describe this situation; it should be called a dead end.

"Let me heal your wounds!"

"I will eradicate all poisons and all harm (Nightingale Pledge) and it will definitely solve it!"

Having said this, Nightingale wanted to activate her ability once again.

For her, who can even purify the filthy Holy Grail, treating the wound left by the doomed Yellow Rose (Gae Buidhe) is a piece of cake!

but--

"Don't think about it!"

After Maeve gave this order, Diarmait immediately took action again.

He just rushed towards Ian and Nightingale with two guns, leaving them no chance to use their treasures!

There's not much you can do.

Ian, whose "memory projection" was sealed, could only pick up Nightingale first, and then began to passively dodge the attacks from Diarmait.

Fortunately, the "intuition" ability awakened in the London singularity allowed the man to react relatively easily even in this situation.

but--

If he really wanted to make a fuss, what Ian cared more about was Diarmait's reaction during this process.

He...seemed very resistant to what he was doing at the moment.

And the pair of eyes that revealed a bit of chivalry last time had now become much dimmer.

"Oh my, it looks so pitiful."

Maeve, holding a long whip, looked very happy. Witnessing Ian being unable to fight back seemed to completely satisfy her morbid psychology.

"You said that if you had listened to me at the beginning—"

"Now you don't have to suffer this kind of physical pain?"

"Of course...it's not too late now—come to my side and I'll let you go."

"...I have no idea why you would think that."

Ian dealt with Diarmait in front of him while responding to Maeve's ridicule.

"From the beginning to the end, I have always hated women like you."

"Although my desires are stronger than those of most people, it's definitely not to the point where I can just have any woman."

"Maeve, even if I really stayed with you, I would definitely try to kill you."

"Oh, even in that state, do you still find it acceptable?"

"you!"

Once again ruthlessly rejected by Ian, Maeve's anger has reached its peak.

"Who do you think you are? No one has ever spoken to me like that—no one!"

"Finn! Come on!"

"Kill this ungrateful man! And let the nurse next to him die here too!"

"..."

Finn didn't answer Maeve immediately.

Holding the Mac an Luin in his hand, he just stood there, looking like he was fighting against something.

"Move!"

Maeve's roar came.

It was obvious that she did not take Finn and Diarmait seriously at all, but only regarded them as her weapons.

"Can't you hear me?"

"...A knight's sword must not be swung down against those who protect their loved ones." Finn muttered these words softly, and his body began to tremble.

Almost at the same time, the same thing happened to Diarmait.