Miss Surtr will ignite the world

A warning came to Ritsuka's ear, and then a black figure fell from the sky.

In sight, a slender, black-clad figure held a massive, fiery sword taller than herself. The dim, yellowish blade was reminiscent of the evening sky.

Having survived so many singularities, Ritsuka was no pushover, and immediately closed her eyes.

The heavy magic transformed into light and heat, converging on the blade.

Then, under Surtr's will, he swung forward.

The destructive flames clashed with the sword light, and astonishing heat enveloped the surrounding area. The rising flames shot into the sky, stealing the sun's light.

The knights involuntarily squinted and stopped in their tracks; just by getting close, their armor seemed to melt away.

A brief stalemate.

"I'll let you off this time."

Muttering to himself, a purple light shone beneath Surtr's feet.

As if it had run out of steam, the sword light tore through the torrent of flames, passing straight through the sand dunes and stretching all the way to the distant sky.

The sword light dissipated in the air, and no one could be seen on the melted ground.

"Disappeared?"

One of the purser knights was puzzled, but was immediately knocked on the head by his more ambitious colleague.

"Fool, the enemy has definitely been melted by Gao Wenqing."

"Oh, right, it must have been melted by Gao Wenqing."

"The invincible Gao Wenqing has defeated the enemy once again!"

"Gao Wenqing! Gao Wenqing!"

Gawain defeated the enemies who invaded the Holy City; this feat will soon be turned into a ballad in the taverns.

But Gao Wen, the person involved, didn't smile at all.

"Fall back, I need to report to Wang."

the other side.

In the desert, beside a narrow oasis, a purple magic circle lit up on the ground. Immediately afterwards, the four people who were originally hundreds of kilometers away appeared in the magic circle.

Soon, the light faded, and deep darkness enveloped the four of them once again.

The halo of the general provided a little light to the earth.

"Ha, ha, ha, I'm still alive."

Ritsuka kept touching her head; she had never been so close to death.

Okay, actually it happened quite a few times.

But where is this? It feels like I just opened and closed my eyes and I'm here.

"The Holy City is no longer visible."

Mashu looked around, but couldn't find any trace of the Chalk City.

"Is this where we camped last night?"

Bedivere looked around in surprise at the familiar scene; the fire the two of them had lit the night before was still there.

"Hey, what's going on? The distance between you two has increased by nearly 300 kilometers in an instant!"

Roman asked from inside the bracelet.

"Furthermore, no magical fluctuations were detected, so it's not a magic effect. Can you explain how this was done?"

Da Vinci's voice came from the bracelet; she had always been curious about such unknown things.

Surtr showed Shangri-La to the other party.

"This tool allows me to go to places I've marked, but what's the working principle behind it?"

She shrugged.

"This is a challenge for me, after all, I'm just a user."

"Oh, how intriguing. I should have just gone over there instead of listening to Romani."

Da Vinci complained that if the other person hadn't clung to her leg and begged her not to leave, she would definitely be over there by now.

"What can we do? What will happen to Chaldea if anything happens to you!"

Roman didn't think he had done anything wrong at all.

"I've already told you, the person Chaldea needs most right now is you, okay?"

Da Vinci sighed, but did not argue with the other party on this issue, and looked at Surtr.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's get back to the main topic. First of all, thank you for your assistance, Bedivere, and this is...."

"You can call me Surtr."

“Okay, Surtr.”

Da Vinci was speaking when he suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

"Surtr? Is that Surtr? The fire giant who destroyed Norse mythology?"

"Um, Surtr is?"

Ritsuka, who was illiterate in mythology, quietly asked Mash.

"Surtr, in Norse mythology, is the representative of the giants of Muspelheim, the world of fire, the king of the fire giants, the enemy of the gods, and the being who, according to legend, burned the entire world to ashes with fire during Ragnarok."

"Hey, isn't she a dangerous person? But she just saved us, so she must be a good person?"

Ritsuka lowered her voice, but Miss Surtr still heard it clearly.

Leaving aside the fact that those two were whispering in front of him, Surtr nodded.

"The body and strength are indeed different, but the consciousness is slightly different. Please consider me and that guy as two different beings."

Surtr showed a look of disgust and decisively cut ties with that giant baby who could only call out Ophelia.

"Hmm, I'm a little curious. It feels like it'll be something really interesting."

"Don't wash your dirty linen in public."

"Alright, thank you again for your assistance to Chaldea. Without you here, Fujimaru and the others might have been in danger."

Without asking further questions, Leonardo da Vinci expressed his gratitude.

If it weren't for them, Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others might have faced a situation where they were ganged up on by four people.

There is virtually no chance of survival.

Holy Round Table: Chapter Twelve - Combat Power is Absolutely Unnecessary

"Thank you so much, Miss Surtr and Mr. Bedivere. If it weren't for you, we might have been killed by Mordred."

Ritsuka and Mashu thanked the two men solemnly.

“I am also the one being protected, and I must thank Miss Surtr.”

Bedivere waved his hand and looked at Surtr.

Whether it was infiltration or evacuation, it was basically all done by Surtr alone. In fact, his presence actually hindered the enemy. If he were alone, they might have been able to leave more easily.

"I'm just better at this, and we have the same goal; having more partners is always more convenient."

Surtr said, sighing as he lit the burnt-out fire on the ground with his fingers.

"Standing like this isn't a good idea, let's sit down and talk."

The four of them weren't shy at all; they sat around the fire on the ground.

The crimson flames dispelled the chill of the night and illuminated their faces.

"I just saw those flames that looked like the sun, and now I find these little flames kind of cute."

Ritsuka sat on the ground, hugging her knees, her eyes reflecting the campfire in front of her.

"I think most people, after seeing that scene, probably won't want to see fire again for a while."

Surtr threw the dry wood into the fire.

"Maybe I've just been through too much."

Ritsuka's tone was full of helplessness.

We've experienced near-death situations many times in the previous singularities, so while we're not exactly used to it, we're not as panicked as we were the first time.

"Speaking of which, Miss Surtr isn't curious about our origins? Did you already know about Chaldea?"

"Mash asked."

"Ah."

Surtr nodded.

"I know about your affairs, though only in general terms, but I'm clear about your purpose. To retrieve the Holy Grails from various eras and save humanity, right?"

"Yes, I originally came here because I heard about the Lion King and the Knights of the Round Table, but I was ambushed and ended up not even knowing what Saint Bass was."

Ritsuka sighed.

"However, one thing is certain: the formation of this singularity is inextricably linked to the Lion King and her Round Table, and the Holy Grail is probably also in the Holy Capital."

Roman then spoke, speculating.

But Surtr directly denied it.

"Unfortunately, you guessed wrong. What is certain is that the Holy Grail is not in the Lion King's possession. Although she also has a Holy Grail, it is different from the Magic King's Holy Grail."

"You should know that there is a Sun King in the west of the desert, and there is a high probability that the Holy Grail is in his hands."

Although Surtr himself had never been there, it was easy to guess from the situation in this singularity that the Holy Grail was in the hands of the second-hand man.

Otherwise, where would he get the magic to summon territory, and even contend with the Lion King?

"I have heard that. Our original destination was actually there, but our senior couldn't adapt to the magic of the desert, so we withdrew directly."

Mashu explained.

"So the Round Tables are actually Servants of the Counter Force? But if they were summoned by the Counter Force, why did they attack Chaldea?"

Roman felt his mind was a bit confused.

"The Counter Force probably summoned those old men from the mountains. As for the Holy City, Bedivere, why don't you explain that?"

Surtr looked at the knight beside him.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Bedivere is also a Knight of the Round Table. Why are you, both members of the Round Table, enemies?"

Mashu placed her hand on her chest, her voice urgent, as if she wanted to know the truth as soon as possible. She felt deeply distressed after learning of the Round Table's infighting.

She had naturally noticed Mordred's attitude; the Servant who lent her the power was probably a member of the Round Table.

Perhaps we can ask Mr. Bedivere later.

Bedivere looked around at the group and nodded.

“I understand. I will tell you everything I know: the king’s identity and the king’s plans.”

Meanwhile, in the Holy City, inside the main hall.

Thick, gray-white stone pillars stand on either side of the main hall, with magically illuminated decorations above them radiating a cold, solemn light.

The three round tables gathered in front of the throne and knelt on one knee before the figure on the throne.

“I am very sorry. I am incompetent and failed to complete your mission, allowing the rebels to escape the Holy City. I am willing to accept the punishment.”

Agguiwen kept his head down.

“Raise your heads, everyone.”

The Lion King gave the order.

Looking down at the four people standing in perfect unison, she spoke.

"I will not question this incident. After all, she was my opponent, and winning was not an easy task."

"How is Lord Tristan's injury?"