Identify the representative of the class of contrasts in all worlds, I am the sun

Haberlot was not nice and said that this was not Norwich at all, and her name was not Haberlot, but Teterlot, a fairy knight!

But when Mashu said "Happenmeow", Tetrot instantly liked this name. This guy is so awesome!

She can actually come up with such a beautiful name! She must be a magician too!

Faced with such a strange scene, Mashu couldn't help but remain silent. She wondered in her heart why Haberlot didn't recognize her. Could it be that he wasn't Haberlot?

No, Mashu was sure that this was the Haberlot she knew, and who was the Ash that Haberlot had just mentioned?

"Okay, but don't mistake anything you haven't seen for magic," a figure walked out of the mist. She had blonde hair and held a magic wand. Her delicate face and green eyes were mesmerizing.

"Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Ash, and her name is Tetrot. We are from Britain, the Fairy Island. Stranger, how can I help you?"

A flash of electricity passed through Mashu's body, her mouth formed an O shape, and she stared blankly at the person in front of her, "My...my king?!"

No...absolutely not, neither my king nor Miss Scat, but the savior named Ash!

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Episode 301: Mashu! Explosive plot! Raging Ahoge!!!

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After introducing each other, Ash looked at Mashu and said kindly, "Anyway, let's go somewhere else, Mashu. We have our camp in that forest."

"It's not safe around here with Morse around. Let's go somewhere safe."

Seeing that the fog around them was becoming thicker and weirder, Mashu nodded and followed. More importantly, she believed that these two people would not hurt her.

But

Will the story here be restarted again? In order to protect Ritsuka Fujimaru and Altria, Mashu was captured by Morgan's water mirror.

After a moment of darkness, Mashu arrived at an unknown shore.

The view was obscured by thick fog, huge waves crashed in my ears, and on the northern horizon, there seemed to be something towering into the clouds and reaching the sky.

Mashu looked carefully and finally saw clearly that it was the imaginary tree they were talking about, the world tree in the hearts of the fairies.

And what shocked Mashu the most was that the barrier of light covering Britain was nowhere to be seen.

Looking around, there was nothing around Britain, only an endless white ocean.

Mashu also learned from her conversation with Ash that she is now in the year 2017 of the Queen's calendar, about 2400 years ago, on the British Isles.

This is the story of the Age of Destiny, 400 years into the Goblin calendar, the legendary final battle of the Savior Ash.

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Sakata Gintoki: "Oh my god! My scalp is tingling! What's going on?! Mashu is a character from the second game?!"

Homura Akemi: "Now it seems so. But it does make sense. Why would the fairies in the Lostbelt be so familiar with Galahad, a certain Heroic Spirit from pan-human history? It's all fate..."

Shirai Kuroko: "Wait, if Mashu traveled through time and space to 2400 years ago, that is, before Morgan's reign, then that would be the duel between the previous king and the savior, Ash, right? Does that mean Ash lost? But that's not right. If Ash lost, based on the relationship between the previous and current generations, then the king should still be related to the previous queen, right?"

[Tousaka Rin: "That's right, it's not true to say they're related. Morgan is a pan-human historical Heroic Spirit summoned by that jerk Beryl. There's no way she could be related to the previous queen, right?"]

Spider-Girl: "Hehe, I love reading stories about this kind of timeline. These time-travel paradoxes are always so fascinating~"

[Cleppot: "Okay, stop arguing, I'm thinking!"]

Gojo Satoru: "Awesome! Hubao has actually learned to think! Hug, kiss, and hold me up high!"

Leaking Pot: "...Watch your words, you white-haired bastard! I'll chop you in half, you bastard!"

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Einzbern family

"Wow! I'm getting goosebumps looking at this!"

'I'm a little confused'

"Haberlot is so calm, is it because he has lived so long?"

"So, Mashu has legitimately become the Fairy Knight Galahad?"

"The King of Humans said Ritsuka was 2000 years late. Wow, now everything is connected."

"Is it time to run through the game again?"

"Wait a minute, has Morgan been shifting disasters to the past?!"

"Is this the third person the Human King mentioned? Only with Mashu can we fight the Illusion Tree."

'So this isn't late?'

"Wait, if the Illusion Tree existed in the year 2000, does that mean this Lostbelt is real, not a simulation?!"

"Fate (Everything is a choice in Steins;Gate... Sorry, I went to the wrong set~)"

"Mashu...Gaharad...", Artoria's heart was uncontrollably tightened.

Altria was in a state of mixed emotions. Although she knew her sister's failure was inevitable, she was also incredibly happy that Britain could continue to exist...

What makes Altria even more confused is that if the plot continues, will the savior in the video who has the same face as her be Ash?

Will it lead to an unprecedented war and destroy the entire Britain?

..............

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Drowsy and hazy——

"Dong, Dong, Dong--", the heavy and solemn bell sounds echoed in the ears of Altria Caster.

"Ah, I heard the bell... It's been half a day, and everyone is smiling and praising me. I closed my eyes and felt like my head was grabbed from behind."

"...I can always hear the bell."

In this chaotic and hazy gray fog, a blonde girl holding a holy sword stood with her head held high, unparalleled in the world.

But what made Artoria silent was that the sword-wielding girl had exactly the same face as her, from another Britain called Panhuman History, and was neither a magician nor a fairy.

He was born from humans and dragons, and was completely different from her. He was the outstanding king, Altria Pendragon.

He unified all the princes on the island, protected Britain from foreign races, built the chalk city of Camelot, and became a perfect and ideal king.

Trusted by everyone, loved by everyone, more upright than anyone else, more brilliant than anyone else.

Together with the twelve Knights of the Round Table and countless cavalry units, she used the holy sword in her hand to build many future kings.

Really, really, it was outstanding. She had never seen such a perfect king, so she even felt jealous.

I don't want to see her, I don't want to know her, I don't want to be shown in front of me like this, I can't do it, I don't want to believe it, I don't want to admit it, why, it's also Altria, but the other party is so perfect.

Because... there are no similar people, no place to escape to, no one who understands, and no way to find a partner.

There is no reward, no end, no rest, and no forgiveness for just one failure.

Yes, maybe this isn't sincere either. How cruel does that king have to be in order for everyone to forgive him with a smile...?

Is this a king? Is this really the perfect and ideal king?

Waking up from a turbulent jolt, Artoria looked at the surrounding scenery in confusion, unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Oberon talked to Fujimaru Ritsuka and others about his own territory, the Welsh forest. It was not the only land in Britain with red leaves. The people living there were weak goblins who had been beaten and disappeared.

Everyone's eyes changed slightly, and Oberon continued, "After all, just living will lead to persecution and the saying 'Don't spread the virus everywhere'."

Morgan lost his home because he hated bugs, and because of his low intelligence, he was unable to integrate into the goblins of the fairy kingdom that imitated human society.

His forest is where such goblins gather, rely on each other, and die helplessly.

He was summoned in the heart of the Welsh forest, and it was the voices of the goblins that stabilized his consciousness, and eventually his spiritual base settled down and he woke up.

It was those fairies who could do nothing that gave birth to him.

Oberon sighed, "Although I am powerless, the king of the weak, I will never let go. I must return the favor I received. This is why I worked so hard to defeat Morgan."

They soon arrived at the walls of Londinium. In the distance, the Queen's army was marching forward, and the Chaldeans were also on high alert.

At Woodward's camp, Woodward received instructions prohibiting him from going out directly and controlling Londinian's direct attack.

Using his own men as cannon fodder to consume the enemy... Woodward was so angry that his eyes went dark, but he still did as he was told. However, he would not sit still and wait for death. This was his arrangement, but it was not certain whether the soldiers would do it.

Meanwhile, at the wall of Londinium, Artoria looked a little worried.

Although the goblins of Norwich were grateful to her, they were unwilling to provide assistance to the Round Table Army, neither in terms of supplies nor manpower.

In other words, if they want to win, they have to find another way.

Goblins are goblins. As long as they don’t see a clear chance of winning, they will not join the Round Table Army as a matter of course.

For the fairies, even if Altria died now, it only meant that the opponent was not capable enough and it was not yet time for them to defeat Morgan.

Everyone was silent, obviously a little silent, only Altria did not show any disappointment from beginning to end, because in the past sixteen years, she had been extremely disappointed with fairies.

Soon, everyone knew the enemy's intelligence.

The Queen's army, led by the goblin Gawain, marched towards Oberon's territory, the Welsh forest, while Woodwards was in charge of Londinium.

After hearing this, Oberon wanted to go directly to Wales, but everyone rejected this answer. They could not let Oberon fight alone, so they went together, leaving Haberon and the Round Table Army to guard Londinium.

Before the battle began, Haberlot reminded everyone that they had to make Gawain surrender at least once.

And that time is the opportunity!

"A fairy knight is, after all, nothing more than an imitation of something else. If her identity as a knight is denied, she's finished. So, reveal her true name in battle, deny her core, and she'll be easy to deal with!"

Everyone rushed towards Wales. When they arrived in Wales, it was already dark, but the red leaves were burning in the night.

The raging flames dyed the entire red-leaf forest red at night. Countless weak goblins wailed and cried. They begged desperately, but the flames devoured their lives mercilessly.

How fragile and small...

Seeing the raging fire, Artoria stood there in a daze, countless broken pictures flashed through her mind. The fire in front of her reminded her of the fire that killed her home and her loved ones.

Altria's eyes suddenly became extremely ferocious, and her anger reached its peak in an instant, even hotter than the blazing fire!

".' Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! You! You--!!!", Artoria lost her mind, and the magic power around her madly gathered, wanting to completely kill these arson fairies!

"Stop her!" Looking at Altria who was about to go berserk, Oberon suppressed the sadness and anger in his heart and shouted.

"Artoria! Artoria!" Seeing the increasingly terrifying torrent of magic power, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt sorry for it, but he still slapped Artoria to calm her down.

"...I'm sorry, I lost my mind," the redness in Altria's eyes faded, and her eyes were filled with sadness.

A tall figure walked out of the flames. The goblin Gawain looked at everyone and attacked them without hesitation.

While the opponent was in a tough fight, Artoria took the opportunity to reveal the opponent's real name, but what was unexpected was that after revealing the real name, Gawain became stronger!

Everyone was confused. Giving a name wasn't a strengthening, but a form of suppression?!

The mad Gawain made it very difficult for everyone, but fortunately everyone joined forces to defeat him, but a more troublesome enemy was about to arrive.

A dark shadow came and attacked Percival.

"Get away!!!"

With Gareth's reminder, Percival barely avoided the opponent's (Nuohao Zhao) sneak attack and shattered the opponent's disguise with a counterattack!

But at the same time, Percival was also shocked. He didn't even detect any trace of it. It was the clan!

That's right! It's definitely one of the clans with some strange abilities!

As guessed, the man was the Mirror Clan, the assassin knight Bolton, but at this moment he looked at Gareth suspiciously, and finally confirmed the other party's identity!

That's right, he didn't expect that the only person in Britain who could catch him was right here with the enemy. Without hesitation, Knight Bolton turned around and ran.

As a killer, you must never confront the enemy head-on. A sneak attack is what a killer should do.

This is recognized throughout Britain and even the whole world.

Of course, if he knew about a certain old man with a great sword, his jaw would probably drop.

"Stop!" Percival chased after the other party with the help of Gareth.

But at this moment, a stream of light fell from the sky and blocked the two of them with a bang.

That petite body burst out with unparalleled oppressive force. For a moment, the two of them stood there, not daring to move.

The girl's silver-white hair fell to her waist, and her cold armor reflected the scorching flames. "Don't doubt your eyes. In such a place of exile, there is such a glorious knight..."

"You must stay in the body of Londinium, right?" the fairy Lancelot asked coldly, "I also understand why His Majesty doesn't take you seriously. You lack the spirit of victory."

"Really—I can't stand your naive nature, Percival."