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He seemed to be affected by Finn's words, and his movements became slow.

"..."

Ian senses something, and Maeve panics.

“Bold—!”

"How dare you disobey my orders!"

"I am your queen—the supreme being. My orders are the laws you should follow."

"..."

Finn's hands were shaking.

Even the Mac an Luin began to shake violently.

"..."

Maeve's eyes widened slightly. This was obviously not what she wanted to see.

Under Ian's gaze, the arrogant queen didn't even have time to cover herself up. She just took out a bottle of mead and poured it on Finn.

And what seemed like a miracle was——

After these came into contact with Finn, they quickly disappeared, as if they had merged into his body.

Immediately afterwards, Finn, who had originally resisted attacking Ian and Nightingale, became like a lubricated gear, and his movements gradually became "smooth".

"Yes, that's it."

Maeve's smile returned.

"Go and defeat them for me!"

"You...are my warriors!"

As if he had received some kind of revelation, Finn took action again. Holding the Mac an Luin in his hand, he walked towards Ian and Nightingale in a normal manner.

And Diarmait also took action along with him.

These two spearmen, who belonged to the same knightly order, seemed to have reached some kind of agreement to advance and retreat together.

"You're going to die here soon!"

Maeve said this in anger.

"Ian Pendragon, go to hell and regret everything you've done!"

The queen thought that after she said this, Ian would feel a little scared.

But the opposite is——

Far from showing the slightest fear, the man actually laughed.

"After you did this, I can understand why they attacked me."

"Maeve—"

Ian looked at the bottle of mead in the Queen's hand.

"Is this your Noble Phantasm?"

"..."

"Are you kidding me?" Maeve paused while Finn and Diarmait followed her lead. She looked at the man in front of her expressionlessly, "Why would I use such a Noble Phantasm?"

"Just a few men."

"If I really want to use them, I can always do it, right?"

“But the problem is that you can’t.”

Ian mocked Maeve in front of him without any hesitation.

"you--"

"If you lose that thing in your hand, you will probably never be able to control them again, right?"

"..."

Maeve's pupils dilated slightly at that moment.

That was the expression she would show when Ian hit the nail on the head.

What he said was indeed correct.

He hadn't conquered Finn and Diarmait with any charm, but had actually used his Noble Phantasm.

That is the existence of My Red Mead.

This is the golden mead with a fascinating legend, stored carefully in a jar.

Maeve secretly mixed them into the wine given to Finn and Diarmait in the form of "pre-war encouragement", and then deceived them into drinking it with the simple words "Please drink" and a simple smile.

Then--

This mead mixed with enchanting power took effect on the two Celtic heroes.

Finn and Diarmait were thus "captured".

of course.

It was impossible for these two Celtic heroes to let Maeve control them just like that.

As spearmen, they possess the most ancient "anti-magic power" - this allows them to resist a certain degree of magic.

Even Maeve's Noble Phantasm "My Red Mead" will have its effects weakened.

and so……

Ian had just seen Finn and Diarmait disobey orders!

And Maeve must activate her Noble Phantasm once again.

It all made sense.

Maeve clenched her fists after her trick was exposed.

She sneered and flicked her long pink hair like a winner.

"Oh, so what?"

"Ian Pendragon—at this point, do you think you still have any chance of winning?"

"You and your United Legion are destined to be destroyed here."

"My Red Mead!"

As Maeve unfolded her Noble Phantasm once again.

Sweet orange mead spread across the battlefield like mist.

It dripped onto every machine and Celtic soldier still engaged in battle.

"Mead..." Helena took a sip, completely unaware of why such a thing existed.

But she soon realized that something was wrong.

The Celtic soldiers, having lost the protection of the red dragon, were nourished by the precious honey wine (My Red Mead), and they unexpectedly burst out with extremely terrifying magic power.

But this is not what would happen under normal circumstances - they are burning their own lives!

"For Queen Maeve!"

The Celtic soldiers shouted these words and then began a new round of counterattack.

The mysterious power once again protected them.

Even though Helena continued to drive the Venus god, Sanat Kumār, to attack, it was of no avail.

Yes--

Is there anything that can compare to a burning life?

For the first time, the theosophical girl experienced the power of mystery.

But...why is the situation so bad?

the other side.

As Maeve sounded the clarion call for a counterattack, Finn and Diarmait also attacked without emotion under the influence of their Noble Phantasm, My Red Mead.

If a person's attack can be avoided by relying on "intuition"--

But the joint attack of two spearmen is a different matter.

If you try to avoid one, the other will surely take advantage.

And the real trouble is...

Ian also had to protect the safety of Nightingale in his arms at all times.

He would never let her get hurt - even though she was just a Servant and would not die in the true sense.

Soon, blood splattered out of the man's body.

If Ian's own strength had not already reached the Servant level, he would probably have died here on the spot.

But Nightingale couldn't let him do that.

"Ian, put me down."

"If you're alone, you should have a better chance of winning."

"Are you kidding me?" the man dodged the spearman's attack. "Have you ever seen a husband abandon his wife?"

"and--"

"You are the key to my victory, Nightingale."

"I am the key to your victory?"

"Yeah." Ian's face showed a bit more of the courage of a gamble.

"Nightingale, use your Noble Phantasm once again."

"But if they use it on you, they will stop them, right?"

"No..." Ian licked the blood from the edge of his lips and lowered his voice.

"This time——"

"Use it on Finn and the others!"

595. Maeve's Coveted Man's Body/A Complete Reversal of the Battle Situation (4k)

"..."

This is something beyond my understanding.

Nightingale had not expected that Ian would actually ask her to use her Noble Phantasm, "I will eradicate all poison and all harm" (Nightingale Pledge), in such a place.

As if he saw the doubt in the nurse's mind, Ian quickly continued.

"Compared to the wound on my hand, this should be easier to do, right?"

After all, the wounds left by the Yellow Rose (Gae Buidhe) are extremely difficult to heal. Even with the purification ability of Nightingale, it will take a long time to complete the treatment.

Then the corresponding

It would be much easier if I just had to undo the effects of my beloved Red Mead!

"……I see."

Faced with Ian's idea, Nightingale's first reaction was not to question the possibility, but to think about how to do it as quickly as possible.

This is what he taught her.

now--

She's going to use it here again!

Once you have an idea, your thinking will begin to become clear.

As long as I can find a way to use my Noble Phantasm, "I will eradicate all poisons and all harm" (Nightingale Pledge), there's definitely a chance I can resolve all of this.