Miss Surtr will ignite the world

This feeling.

It's Mordred and Arash, those two have the strongest presence.

A bad feeling rose in Surtr's mind; she remembered that both of them were capable of self-destruction.

Needless to say, Mordred is a bouncing bomb after receiving the blessing.

After scanning the area briefly, they saw a familiar figure walking towards them on the mountain path.

“Miss Surtr, and the two from Chaldea, you’re back.”

The gentle male voice that came from beside him belonged to Bedivere in his heavily damaged state.

"Mr. Bedivere! You, you, you're covered in blood!"

Mashu raised her voice considerably because Bedivere in front of her was simply too terrifying.

The dried blood stained his clothes, and his silver-white armor was badly damaged, with only a few pieces barely clinging to his body, making him look extremely frightening.

As the other party gets closer, you can smell an alarming stench of blood emanating from their body.

Mashu wanted to go forward to help him up, but she didn't know where to put her hands, afraid of touching the wound.

"Don't worry, although it looks serious, I'm not actually injured."

Bedivere offered a soft reassurance, though it might not have been very convincing judging from the other person's appearance, but the expression on his face didn't seem like he was putting on a brave face.

"Is this all just scenes involving enemy blood or something?"

Ritsuka remembered the movies she had watched before.

"No, it is indeed my blood, but thanks to Miss Surtr's treasure that I am safe and sound."

Bedivere explained that his gaze toward Surtr now held a greater sense of gratitude and respect.

Whenever he was injured, he could feel external magic flowing into the treasures within his body, helping him heal his wounds.

Ordinary wounds were nothing to worry about, but after a mistake, he discovered that the treasure within him could even heal fatal wounds, and even the burning pain in his soul when using the Silver Arm was greatly relieved.

Only then did he realize just how precious the thing inside him truly was.

He respected Surtr's character for being able to place such a thing inside a completely unrelated person.

Considering how the king addressed the other party, perhaps the truth about the treasure isn't so difficult to guess.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Surtr was puzzled when she saw everyone's eyes fall on her.

"No, is it just a suspicion that Miss Surtr might be some blue robot cat in disguise?"

Ritsuka's rant.

They'd only known each other for a few days, and the other person had already pulled out countless amazing gadgets. She was very curious about what else the other person could pull out.

"If I were in that situation, would I still be worrying about how to deal with the Lion King?"

Surtr shrugged.

"It seems that's indeed the case."

Ritsuka nodded in agreement.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic, Bedivere. What happened after we left?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bedivere's expression turned somewhat somber. He sighed and began to speak slowly and deliberately.

Before long, the residents who had gone to seek refuge returned to the village one after another.

Although the base was no longer safe after being discovered by the Round Table, it was unrealistic to expect people to move it so close to nightfall.

Moreover, since the other party could find this place without any information, it would be useless to move it anywhere.

The azure sky was gradually shrouded in darkness, and fires were lit one after another in the village. At this moment, inside a house on the outskirts of the village.

The seven sat around on the ground, exchanged information briefly, and then silently stared at the fire in the center. The bright firelight illuminated their not-so-bright faces.

"At that time, Mordred had already been hit by Cursed Arm's Noble Phantasm, but her Spirit Origin was overloaded. Arash chose to release the Noble Phantasm to stop the opponent's self-destruction, and Cursed Arm lost an arm in the process."

Bedivere gave a brief explanation, his gaze falling on the small, thin figure in the corner.

Because of the black robe, it was difficult to see clearly, but the other party's right arm, which was disproportionate to his body, had disappeared at this moment, leaving only nothing behind.

His cursed arm was his Noble Phantasm, and now that it has been cut off, his combat power will drop by more than half.

"That's terrible news."

Roman's deep voice came from the bracelet.

With the Sun Queen gone and two of our own combatants killed, it's truly disheartening.

"That Lion King really has a twisted sense of humor, actually bestowing such a blessing upon his subordinates?"

Ritsuka's impression of The Lion King has dropped even further.

"On the bright side, at least they took one with them, even though it's a bit of a loss."

Surtr has always been a relatively optimistic person.

Is self-destruction so popular these days? One or two people are doing it.

"But the loss of combat power is an undeniable fact. With our limited manpower, it will be very difficult to conquer the Holy City."

"..."

"In that case, gentlemen, I hope you can come with us to see an important person tomorrow."

As if having made up his mind, the cursed wrist spoke.

"Hey, are you really going to ask that person for help?"

"What's wrong? Miss Bai Mao's voice seems to be trembling a little."

Mashu was puzzled.

"Not only his voice, but his body was also trembling a little."

Just thinking about it terrifies me; just how terrifying is this person? Ritsuka couldn't help but think of the monsters in horror movies.

Never mind, that's still not very polite.

"There's no other way now. If that lord were here, the Round Table would be nothing to fear, and perhaps even the Lion King could be defeated."

As he spoke, he seemed to hold the other person in high regard.

Bai Mao looked fearful, but he knew that now was not the time to choose a method, so he finally spoke.

"Alright, then please join us tomorrow to depart for..."

"Temple of Yazlar".

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Thirty-Two - A Necessary Sacrifice

People in this era work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and compared to the future, they clearly have little to enjoy in terms of nightlife.

Inside the village, the fires inside the houses gradually died down, leaving only the halos and stars in the sky to provide a faint light for the ground.

After a brief discussion of tomorrow's itinerary, everyone went home.

But at this moment, under the night sky filled with the chirping of insects, two figures sat on a stone bench outside the house.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Bedivere, for stopping you so late, but there’s something I really want to know.”

The girl spoke apologetically, glancing at the knight beside her, her voice tinged with trepidation.

"If I knew."

Bedivere spoke gently.

"Before this, did Mr. Bedivere know my current situation? I am not a true follower."

"Yes, it's called a Demi-Servant, right? Miss Surtr once told me that."

Bedivere nodded. She knew the general situation of Chaldea from Merlin, but more specific information was given to her by Surtr.

"It seems like Miss Surtr knows everything, even though I've never mentioned it."

After a sigh, she asked another question.

"Then, do you know the Servant who entrusted their power to me?"

After careful consideration, Mashu took a deep breath and voiced her doubts.

"Although it was only vague, the Round Tables seemed to have a special feeling towards me, or rather, towards this shield. I felt the same way; whenever I was at odds with the Round Tables, I felt very sad."

As she spoke, Mash took out her shield, stroking its rough surface with both hands, her eyes filled with affection and sadness.

“You are very perceptive, Mash. You are indeed a member of the Round Table.”

Looking at the girl, Bedivere nodded in agreement.

"He didn't give you his real name, perhaps he had his reasons, and I shouldn't be commenting on such things. But given the situation, perhaps revealing the answer in advance is an option. However, before that, I still want to ask a question."

Bedivere looked serious.

“You seem hesitant, even though you have many opportunities to seek answers from me.”

He knew that the girl in front of him had already sensed her connection with the Round Table on the first night, but had not spoken up.

"Perhaps, I'm the one who's afraid."

Mashu kept her head down.

"I'm afraid of whether I can bear the other's power, and I'm afraid that even if I know their true name, I won't be able to unleash their Noble Phantasm."

As she spoke, she clenched her fist.

"But I'm more afraid now that I won't be able to protect my predecessors with my current strength. Neither the Round Table nor the Lion King are people I can fight against right now."

These two battles made her realize her powerlessness. Whether it was because of the doubts in her heart or for Ritsuka's safety, she had to become stronger.

He smiled as he looked at the slightly reserved but determined girl in front of him.

“Please lift your head, Mash.”

The cool night wind carried Bedivere's words to Mashu's ears. Following the sound, she looked up and saw Bedivere's emerald green eyes.

The pupils reflected a young girl, but there seemed to be another, completely different person besides her.

"I don't think you need to worry about this."

Bedivere said with certainty.

"Your spirit is complete. Having accompanied your Master through five Singularities, you are undoubtedly a true knight."

"I've just been protected by my seniors all along."

"Hehe, there's no need to be modest. I think if Ritsuka were here, she would come to the same conclusion. Someone like you is undoubtedly someone worthy of being entrusted with this Noble Phantasm."

Bedivere smiled, and then spoke.

"Among the round table, each upholding a different sense of honor, there was a special knight. He did not pride himself on martial skills, but rather on his noble spirit, and that knight's name was..."

His tone carried a hint of nostalgia, and the syllables he uttered flowed into Mashu's heart on the night breeze.

The next day.

The group arrived at the Eastern Village, but did not stop. Instead, they crossed the village and headed deeper into the valley. Walking along the rugged mountain path, their destination was a building called the Temple of Azrael.

"In Islam, Yazral is the archangel who holds the Book of Life and Death and appears to announce death to the world. If the followers in the temple are related to this archangel, they may indeed become reliable fighting forces."

Roman explained the background through the bracelet and asked with a puzzled look.

"But why has he never appeared before?"

The Cursed Arm and the Hundred Faces who led the way remained silent, while Surtr began to explain.

"Perhaps it's because he only kills those who deserve to die. To him, all Servants are equal. He doesn't kill his opponents based on his own will; everything is the will of Heaven. And that's why the enemies he confronts are all killed by their own fate."

"The will of Heaven? And destiny? He doesn't sound like an assassin; he sounds more like a believer from a church."

Ritsuka's rant.

"That's not wrong, after all, the other party is a believer. But I doubt whether someone like him can really help us?"

Surtr stroked his chin, puzzled.

Even in the original storyline, the other party only stalled Gawain and didn't kill him directly, which she felt was completely pointless.