The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

After being captured, she had completely lost the arrogance she had just had.

Along with them, the soldiers of the Celtic Legion also fell into decline.

Without the protection of their Noble Phantasm, My Red Mead, they were completely conquered by modern firearms and no longer had any chance of victory.

"Maeve."

"It looks like you lost this war."

Ian said this as the winner, looking at the queen kneeling on the ground in front of him.

"so what?"

Although she had been defeated, Maeve's tone still did not sound like that of a loser.

It can be seen that instead of changing her attitude because of this failure, she seemed even more unconvinced.

"This time——"

"It's just that my Noble Phantasm, my beloved Red Mead, happened to encounter a type that was restrained by it!"

"Ian Pendragon, don't be so proud!"

“Without Nightingale, you would have already fallen to your knees before me.”

"So you still don't realize what your problem is?"

Ian sighed.

"Even without Nightingale, the failure of this war would have been inevitable."

"Are you kidding me?!"

Maeve didn't agree with what Ian said at all.

"If it weren't for Nightingale, you would have been stabbed to death by the two of them!"

"Is it really?"

Ian looked at the queen in front of him and asked a question that hit the bottom of his heart.

"you--"

"Did you really not notice how fierce their resistance was?"

"Or... you just noticed it, but chose to ignore it all because you wanted revenge?"

"Maeve, you can deceive me, but you can never deceive yourself. You never thought you could win from the beginning, so you used such a dirty Noble Phantasm to increase their combat power, right?"

"..."

Maeve's throat moved slightly, and she seemed to want to say something to refute the man's words, but in the end she couldn't say a word.

Ian looked at her like this, and after thinking for a moment, he gave an "order" that Diarmait had never expected.

"Although it might make you feel a little uncomfortable."

"But could you please remove the tip of your spear from Maeve's throat for a moment?"

"This……"

Diarmuid, holding the demon-destroying red rose (Gae Dearg) and the annihilating yellow rose (Gae Buidhe), had a puzzled expression.

According to his idea, this should have been a satisfying revenge of shooting Maeve to death, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

"Ian Pendragon."

"You should know how vicious this woman is. If you keep her like this, I think you'll regret it sooner or later."

"We'll talk about it when the time comes."

Ian replied.

"Since you can beat her once, I think you won't mind beating her a second or third time, right?"

"..."

Diarmait could not deny Ian's words, but he could not agree or confirm them either.

His thoughts at this moment were like the two spears in his hands, the Red Rose (Gae Dearg) that could break demons and the Yellow Rose (Gae Buidhe) that could destroy them, which were intertwined and difficult to tell left from right or high from low.

Fortunately, Diarmait was not a lone knight.

Seeing how hesitant he was, Finn took the initiative to make the decision for him.

"Diarmait, just do as Ian wishes, okay?"

"This time, he is the biggest victim, isn't he?"

"..."

Diarmait was already a little hesitant, and after hearing his captain Finn say this, he didn't think any more and nodded.

"it is good."

"I understand."

that's it--

Under the gaze of the two lancers, Ian sat down and talked with Maeve, who had temporarily regained her freedom.

"All right."

"Now, you can finally talk properly, right?"

"..."

Maeve's pupils widened slightly, but quickly returned to their normal state.

She turned away and whispered:

"what do you mean?"

"If you lose, you lose—if you want to humiliate me, forget it, right?"

"..."

"I don't have the heart to do such a thing, nor do I bother to do such a thing." Ian said expressionlessly, "In the final analysis, your failure was doomed from the beginning. I don't really care what you did or missed in the process."

"But since you're here—can you at least tell me one thing?"

"You...why are you here?"

"What on earth is going on with this red dragon that appeared in the sky?"

Ian felt that things were definitely not that simple.

After all, whether it is the entire Celtic Legion, or Maeve and her own red dragon, they are definitely not things that should appear in this era.

For this situation to occur, there must be a reason.

must--

Just figure it out.

"..."

Maeve looked at the man in front of her and felt that he cared about this matter.

To say or not to say?

this is a problem.

Maeve's eyes wandered around the scene, and then stopped on Diarmait's gun.

correct.

Didn't he just ask this guy to remove the gun from his throat?

So--

As an equivalent exchange for this kind of thing.

It is only natural for me to reveal a few words related to it.

"You really want to know?"

"Isn't that natural?"

Ian looked straight at Maeve.

"If I don't want to know—there's no need to ask you now, right?"

The expected answer.

Maeve wasn't surprised.

"So--"

"It's actually quite simple... The Shadow Kingdom is finished, that's all."

"what?"

The person who was surprised now was Ian.

He still remembered the scene between him and Scathach before they parted.

"What happened to it?"

"Nothing much—it just started burning where it should be burning, and also where it shouldn't be burning."

"..."

Ian suddenly understood.

In the end, Scathach was unable to withstand the flames that were enough to burn everything for the Shadow Kingdom.

And it was because of this that Maeve was able to escape from the prison of the Shadow Kingdom.

If I continue thinking like this—

It is very likely that it was because of this burning of the entire land that Maeve appeared.

She... is here for revenge?!

"Hey, Ian."

Came Maeve's voice.

At this moment, she looked even more charming than before, full of hostility.

"Why did you let Diarmait remove his spear from my throat?"

"You...are actually still interested in me, right?"

"Otherwise, how could it be possible..."

"..."

Ian didn't answer Maeve, but took the still full bottle of mead from her.

In front of the other person, he poured it on himself.

"do you understand?"

"If it were you now—even if you used your Noble Phantasm, it wouldn't have any effect on me."

"I physically hate you, Maeve."

"..."

Maeve's pupils widened for a moment, and then returned to normal as if she had expected it.

She smiled bitterly.

"I knew it—"

"But it doesn't matter..."

"Because I still have a backup plan!!!"

Maeve said this crazily, then took out a dagger and stabbed her throat.

"Ian Pendragon!"

"Don't even think about leaving here alive—even if you die, you must die in front of me!"

Using her last bit of strength, Maeve slapped the blood flowing from her throat into the ground.