Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

Beowulf liked oranges, but only because "this human is cool in his speech and actions."

He never felt that humans were worthy of being compared to him, much less that he was Orange's pet (familiar).

Therefore, Shirou's words were a real insult to the werewolf boy.

Shirou was aware of this as well; from the beginning, he never thought that the proud fantasy species would obediently cooperate with him.

Shirou only knew one way to make a disobedient dog behave.

"----ha!!"

A sudden gust of wind blew up.

Perhaps because the werewolf's emotions had changed, the beast's aura transformed into a blast of air that burned through the atmosphere, and a fierce wind swept through the forest.

"I see, I understand now, I completely understand... You really want to die that much...!?"

The werewolf boy's human life ends here.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a child less than 150cm tall into a golden beast over two meters tall, with bulging muscles and covered in spiky fur.

Shirou calmly observed the strange change before him, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The way Beowulf looked now made it hard for him not to think of the fairies of the Fang Clan.

Known as the warrior race of the fairy kingdom of Britain, they are actually werewolves who walk on two legs.

Possessing powerful bodies, teeth, and claws, along with the best curse resistance, they are the strongest, and also the most arrogant, of all fairy races.

However, the boy in front of him was slightly different from the Fang Clan. He not only had the appearance of a werewolf, but his fur was also an incomparably noble gold.

"..."

The look of surprise on Shirou's face made the Golden Beast smirk with satisfaction.

Although he was a strange human, the ending was the same as before: he was so frightened that he couldn't speak after seeing my true form.

However, his vanity was only satisfied for a moment.

After Beowulf's transformation ended, Shirou showed a disappointed expression.

"Kill me... I'm sorry, you can't do it, because you're too weak."

"…………"

The dense fog barrier was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The golden beast's eyes widened, and it gritted its teeth: "Are you serious?"

"Ah... I've fought against guys who share a similar stance to you before."

That guy is truly a formidable opponent; the title of the strongest warrior in the Fairy Kingdom is indeed well-deserved.

I only managed to win by sheer luck, and it's terrifying to think about it now.

If he hadn't been so fixated on me, the outcome might have been very different.

But you're different. Compared to Lennick, you're simply weak.

Shirou said with absolute certainty, "Even among dogs, you must be one of the weaker ones."

"…………"

The anger on the golden beast's face disappeared.

The magic around him was no longer boiling, but rather tending to calm down.

This is how Beowulf, when he gets serious, shows his determination to tear his opponent to shreds.

He placed his front paws on the ground and arched his back to prepare for a forward-leaning sprint.

"Come on, I won't kill you, because I still owe Orange a favor."

As he said this, Shirou beckoned to the golden beast in a provocative manner, and at the same time, a sword appeared in his left hand accompanied by the dazzling light of "Projection Magic".

It was a sword with an extremely strange design.

Even Ea, the sword that Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, was so proud of, is more worthy of being called a sword compared to him.

Its size was so enormous that it resembled a two-handed staff used in some kind of ritual more than a sword wielded by a human.

This is the witch of the fairy knight Arthur, another sword given to him by Morgan.

"........."

Beowulf completely disregarded the sword projected by Shirou.

He remained leaning forward, staring at the red-haired boy who was only ten meters away.

That's right, only ten meters.

It would only take him 0.1 seconds to rush over.

It would only take a fraction of a second for his three sharp claws to strike the human from head to toe.

Therefore, no matter how powerful the opponent's weapons are, they are powerless in the face of the Golden Beast's overwhelming physical prowess.

Moreover, possessing a mystery spanning over 2000 years, his noble fur would not be harmed by weapons crafted by vulgar humans.

The premise is that it is indeed a weapon created by humans.

Mythical Mystic Code Marmiadoise.

Shirou was unaware of the origin of this strangely shaped greatsword until he returned to the Fairy Kingdom and learned its origin.

This is the greatsword that King Arthur once wielded in the legend of the Knights of the Round Table.

According to an even older lineage, its origins can be traced back to Greek mythology—

Legend has it that the greatsword was forged by Hephaestus, the god of fire, and presented to the great hero Heracles.

In terms of power alone, it is even more powerful than Excalibur. It is said that King Arthur would sometimes lend the Star Sword to Gawain, while he himself would use this greatsword.

Aside from special cases like the "Chaos Blade," Shirou is generally unable to project divine weapons.

The reason he was able to project himself after returning to pan-human history is actually the same as the principle behind Excalibur—

The Mythic Mystic Code Marmiadoise has become part of the legend of the "Nameless King".

In another distant Britain, he once used this sword to quell a rebellion by the Fang Clan.

Such anecdotes...Beowulf had no way of knowing.

"You're going to die, you...!!"

It was a whisper filled with both ferocity and joy.

The golden wolf took it as a signal to attack and jumped toward Shirou.

It only took a second.

His speed was as fast as a storm raging across the land.

—Speedy, I would say?

The leaping werewolf was a golden flash, but Shirou, who was preparing to attack, neither dodged nor flinched, standing there indifferently.

Just as they were only three steps apart, Shirou finally raised his greatsword and took a step forward.

The magical energy squeezed out of his body flowed through all 27 of Amamiya Shirou's circuits.

"————————Shoot a hundred heads (Nine Lives)."

As he whispered, the boy swung down a greatsword that was far taller than himself with one hand.

"???"

At that moment, the golden beast doubted that there was something wrong with its eyes.

The boy had only unleashed one strike, yet he saw nine flashes of light in his eyes.

No, I have to escape, or I'll die...

For the first time in its life, the Golden Beast had such a thought.

But he had nowhere to escape.

With no way to avoid it, the Golden Beast saw an even clearer phantom of the Grim Reaper.

That was the Hydra, the immortal serpent that was once slain by a great hero in Greek mythology.

Of course, this is not the actual Hydra, but rather a near-miraculous feat created by the legendary slayer of the Great Serpent as part of his own Noble Phantasm.

A flash that surpasses divine speed and overwhelms cause and effect and the laws of physics.

The nine consecutive strikes unleashed in a single instant are the martial art that Shirou learned from the greatsword – "Style: Shoot Down a Hundred Heads".

Just like the legendary serpent, the nine slashes transformed into nine sharp, massive jaws, charging forward as if to devour the golden beast.

“————————!!!”

A loud, dull thud echoed through the night.

Everything happened in an instant.

Shirou's projected nine slashes struck the Golden Beast head-on—and then exploded.

"Ughh ...

The golden beast screamed in agony as it flew through the air, its flesh and blood flying everywhere, before crashing heavily to the ground.

The golden werewolf did not die.

Even though he took the blow that destroyed the giant serpent head-on, he is still alive.

This does not mean that Shirou's projected "Shoot Down a Hundred Heads" is less powerful than the original; quite the opposite—

"woo woo woo woo……"

The golden beast collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath and vomiting blood in agony.

He lay sprawled on the ground in disbelief, trembling and unable to move, trying to stand up but finding he simply couldn't.

What just... happened?

Upper arm, collarbone, trachea, top of head, chest, ribs, lower abdomen, thigh.

All eight parts of the body suffered fatal blows.

If it were an ordinary magical beast or phantom beast, even just one of these attacks would result in a gruesome and violent death on the spot.

But for the Golden Werewolf, this is none of his business.

Because his body will eventually recover, and his bodily functions will also recover.

That wasn't because he had received some kind of mystical magic, but because he himself had transcended the concept of life.

Beowulf is the ultimate weapon that Aozaki Touko prepared to fight against the Fifth Law.

It is an obvious truth that only magic itself can counteract magic.

—This golden beast is a perfect being that has achieved the materialization of its soul.

As a star spirit, it will not truly die no matter how many times it is killed, but will be resurrected an infinite number of times.

His immortality is absolute.

For example, imagine a giant monster flying in from space one day, which could pierce the Earth's core with a single blow.

Beowulf will die as the Earth explodes, but the next second, he will be randomly resurrected somewhere in the universe due to the properties of the Third Law.

This is the characteristic of life where the soul has materialized.

The eight parts that were damaged by the "hundred heads shot" have now healed rapidly.

The broken upper arm has healed, the shattered collarbone has regrowed, and the ruptured trachea has returned to normal...

This level of damage is nothing.

However... a certain fact was deeply imprinted in Beowulf's mind.

He couldn't stand up.

He couldn't understand what was happening.

The power that tiny human displayed in that instant surpassed the limits of his comprehension.

I absolutely refuse to admit that fact—