The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Has there ever been such an existence in your past life?

No.

Aren't there only two kinds of people in this world?

A man who can be used, and a woman who hates herself.

How could there be a third one?

correct!

This guy is talking nonsense!

Because I'm about to die, I dare to say anything - even things that are illogical and don't exist at all.

"But you're still stupid!" Maeve laughed.

"So what if you really let that woman named Nightingale wash away my Noble Phantasm?"

"They are still Celtic heroes—and I am the Celtic Queen!"

"Even if we lose the connection to mead, they will definitely continue to stand by me!"

"You just lived a little longer!"

"..."

Ian was silent at first, then smiled.

"That's why I say you've been wearing a mask your whole life—you've never tried to understand the people you've come into contact with, nor have you realized what your actions really represent."

"..." Maeve was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she seemed to have overlooked something.

"Ian, what do you mean?"

"Now that things have come to this, it doesn't matter even if I tell you."

"You always treat men as your weapons." Ian, with his body's magic burning, looked at Maeve with a serious look. Maeve thought she had won.

"But in fact—"

"Every weapon has its own temperament."

"Your drive, your orders, and your actions will become the standard by which they will in turn judge you."

"Just imagine it."

Ian's tone gradually became contemptuous.

"If you were a Celtic hero and knew you had been fooled for so long, how would you react?"

"I think... you're not so stupid that you can't judge something like this, right?"

"..."

Maeve felt her breathing quicken.

The queen, who had always regarded men as her weapons and used them to the maximum extent, felt the consequences of such behavior for the first time.

She wanted to do something, but found that her legs seemed to be fixed and she couldn't move.

Could it be that the man whom she had always regarded as a plaything was really...

A white light rose from the earth and rushed into the sky.

That was Nightingale using her Noble Phantasm, I will eradicate all poison, all harm (Nightingale Pledge), to purify the enchanted mead.

Three spears crossed.

At this moment, Queen Maeve's defeat became a foregone conclusion.

596. The Man Maeve Can't Get/The Truth of the Queen of Revenge (4k)

The reversal of the battle situation often only takes a moment.

With Nightingale's Pledge, I will eradicate all poison, all harm (Nightingale Pledge), I completely cleansed Finn and Diarmait of the mead.

The two Celtic heroes also completely woke up from Maeve's fatal charm.

"..."

"..."

Almost at the same time, both of them realized how close they had come to making a huge mistake.

And the source of all this is the actions of the evil person named Maeve.

The three spear blades that originally fought for him, the undefeated purple grass (Mac an Luin), the devil-breaking red rose (Gae Dearg), and the annihilating yellow rose (Gae Buidhe), turned their sharp heads and pointed at Maeve, the leader of this war.

"Diarmait, it seems we have almost done something irreparable."

A little hot air came out of Finn's mouth.

It was clear that he had not yet fully recovered from Maeve's mead.

No.

It should be said that his mind has not fully recovered, but his body has been liberated.

"Yes, Captain."

Diarmait's eyes were filled with anger as he held two magic spears in his hands.

What he hated most was being exploited by women.

This is the lifelong pain of this spearman!

"Kill her!"

"I can't stand it anymore—I don't want to see this woman again!"

"..."

Finn did not answer Diarmait immediately. After confirming that Maeve could not escape, he untied the water bottle from his waist and handed it to Ian.

With a guilty look on his face, he whispered to the man:

"Although it may sound a bit presumptuous to say so—"

"But could you please open it?"

"..."

Realizing that Finn had no hostility (or rather, he had never shown any hostility from the beginning), Ian was still very willing to talk to such a chivalrous man.

Especially when he was affected by Maeve's mead, he still declared that he would not draw his sword against those who protected his loved ones.

This is--

A spirit worthy of admiration!

"I understand."

Although he was covered in blood, Ian still forced himself to open the kettle that Finn handed him.

"Pour it into my hands, please."

"……it is good."

Following Finn's instructions, Ian slowly poured the water in the kettle into the other's clasped hands.

Soon, the man realized something was wrong.

This water...why did it suddenly react with magical power?

Perhaps he noticed Ian's confusion, or perhaps Finn wanted to explain everything.

The leader of the Knights of Fiona quickly began to explain to Ian.

"No need to worry."

"I would not do what I did with Maeve - it's against chivalry and my own code of conduct."

"Then this water is..."

"This is the life scooped up by these hands, my Noble Phantasm (Uisce Beatha)." Finn held the magical water and explained everything in front of him to Ian very seriously.

"As long as the water passes through my hands in this way, it will have a healing effect - even wounds like yours can be easily healed."

"I'm sorry for doing this to you."

"So please give me this opportunity to express my guilt."

"..."

Knowing that Finn wouldn't lie to him about something like this, the man quickly nodded.

"I understand."

"Thank you so much, Finn."

The man responded to the leader of the Fianna Knights, then lowered his head and gently drank the water he was holding.

Just as Finn himself said, the water that has been "treated" by him will have an extremely powerful healing effect.

Just by drinking it, Ian could feel his body being "unblocked" by an indescribable magical power.

"This should be much better, right?"

Finn asked.

"Hmm...this is really magical."

“…” Hearing this, Nightingale came over.

She didn't care at all about the filthy bloodstains on Ian's body, or the wounds all over his body from being attacked by three magic spears.

She hugged him as if she was hugging her own heart.

The only words he spoke were words that seemed light but carried a lot of weight.

"Without my permission...you are not allowed to die."

"..."

Having said that, Ian knew that nothing he could say could compare to a hug.

"Well, I'm definitely not going to die."

"..."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Finn's eyes were more moved.

He said as if lamenting his own life:

"The affection between you two really touched me deeply."

"A true love is indeed more important than anything else."

"..."

Although he didn't understand why Finn said this at this time, out of gratitude for the rescue just now, Ian nodded to express his approval of this statement.

"I hope you can get what you want at some point in the future."

"maybe."

Finn smiled calmly, then looked at Maeve who was being closely guarded by Diarmait.

"So--"

"Now, shouldn't we go back and deal with this person?"

"……Um."

"I know you all want to kill her—but before you do, could you please let me ask her some questions?"

"..."

"Of course." Finn nodded after hesitating for a moment.

"You are the one who has suffered the most in this unnecessary disaster—and it is natural that you should also decide how to deal with it."

Ever since——

With Finn's consent, Ian brought Nightingale back to Maeve.