Miss Surtr will ignite the world

The final battle between Surtr and the Lion King was truly nerve-wracking, but fortunately, it had a good ending.

But a lingering unease remained in his heart.

Lancelot's words were not without merit: Chaldea's strength was still far too weak. When facing battles involving Servants or higher, even intervening seemed incredibly difficult.

He unconsciously rubbed his left middle finger. Beneath the pure white glove, a ring-shaped protrusion was faintly visible.

But before the chaotic thoughts could unfold, they were interrupted by a bright voice.

"You've already won, can't you be happy? Romani, why do you look like you're about to die?"

Leonardo da Vinci joked lightly, walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"What kind of strange metaphor is this..."

Roman froze slightly, quickly wiping the gloom from his face, and muttered a helpless complaint.

"I'm just telling the truth. Alright, we can't let our guard down until Fujimaru and the others return safely."

"learn."

……

Within the Holy City.

"The king...has been defeated..."

Lancelot put Arondette down and stared blankly at the distant sky stained red—the contract connecting him to the king within his body was like a thread stretched to its limit.

--boom.

The next moment, the thread snapped.

No matter how unwilling he was to believe it, he had no choice but to accept it when the facts were laid bare before him.

Concerned for his master's safety, he was about to rush to the king's side when his body began to emit golden light particles.

...Is it already too late?

On the other side of the holy city.

Tristan stopped and stared at his hands, which were gradually becoming transparent. He looked up at the silver figure running in the distance.

I hope you can catch up, Bedivere.

Crossing broken streets and passing through ruins, Bedivere ran across this devastated wasteland.

The desert had long since vanished, replaced by cracked, upturned earth. The entire vast landscape had been completely reshaped under the will of the two "gods."

Bedivere once again felt his own insignificance, and at the same time, he was grateful that he had met Surtr.

The concentration of magic and the high temperature around him rose to a suffocating level, and the air was filled with a pungent, burning smell. Every breath burned his throat.

He bypassed the still-flowing lava on the ground, tracing the direction in which the light had fallen.

Perhaps it was divine intervention, but Bedivere, who had originally planned a long march, slowed down his pace not long afterward.

At the edge of his vision, in the center of the wasteland, a faint golden light appeared.

The golden-haired king sat leaning against a pile of rubble as tall as a person, his eyes lowered.

Her armor was tattered, her right hand gripped the nearly melted holy spear, her exposed skin was covered with lava-like crimson cracks, and a hideous wound pierced through her chest.

She sat there quietly, like a broken piece of porcelain, a crumbling idol.

Bedivere almost stopped breathing.

In a daze, he seemed to return to that forest, that hill, and once again stand before the choice that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

He was brought back to reality by a hoarse yet calm voice.

"Sir Bedivere, you've arrived."

The Lion Queen raised her head and looked at the knight she had long forgotten.

Bedivere wiped away the tears in his eyes, clenched his right arm, took a step forward, and knelt on one knee.

"Yes. Knight Bedivere of the Round Table, as agreed, I return the Holy Sword to you, my king."

……

the other side.

Surtr landed on the lava-covered ground and saw the figures of the master and servant in the distance.

She did not go up to disturb them.

Letting out a long breath, as if freed from restraint, Miss Surtr plunged into the warm "spring" beneath her without any regard for her image.

The aftereffects of forcibly increasing her power suddenly erupted, and for the first time since the Holy Grail War, she felt exhausted again.

Fortunately, it's all over.

The Lion King, struck head-on by the End Flame, has no chance of survival and will soon turn to ashes.

Bedivere has witnessed the end of two kings; it must have been tough for him.

Now, as long as the Holy Grail is handed over to Chaldea, the mission of this singularity will be over.

Miss Surtr, whose personality is largely characterized by laziness, had no intention of actively seeking them out and was currently unwilling to move at all. She decided to just wait for them to come over.

As her feverish mind gradually cooled, she closed her eyes, lay back in the boiling hot spring, and a comfortable expression unconsciously appeared on her face.

……

"Ritsuka, there's a magical reaction 200 meters ahead. It's Surtr."

Roman's voice came through the bracelet. Ritsuka carefully navigated the cracks and lava in the ground, finally reaching the edge of the giant crater, and then let out a cry of surprise.

"Miss Surtr!?"

Before her eyes, the red-haired girl was almost half-submerged in lava.

The near-thousand-degree heat distorted the air, causing bubbles to churn on the surface of the crimson slurry. Just getting close was enough to cause Ritsuka a burning sensation on her skin.

For a moment, she even thought that the other person was just a head.

But the other party's response made her give up the idea.

"Oh, it's Fujimaru and Mashu. You've arrived."

Surtr opened his eyes and greeted the two of them casually.

"Miss Surtr! Are you... alright?"

"Mashu asked worriedly."

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after a rest."

Surtr shook his head, yawned, and still showed no intention of getting up. He simply placed his hand on his chest and casually took out the Holy Grail.

Although using the Holy Grail was indeed very comfortable, she had no obsession with it.

Chaldea needs this more now than ever.

Despite being touted as an inexhaustible energy source, this stuff does indeed run out eventually. Even though Chaldea collected so many Holy Grails in the previous singularities, Merlin would still secretly replenish Sheba's magic power from time to time.

Quite strong, but only to a limited extent.

It might be worth buying one for emergencies.

"Give."

With that, Surtr tossed it upwards.

"Wow! That's so dangerous!"

Ritsuka screamed in fright, hurriedly looked up at the golden cup that reflected the dazzling light in the sunlight, and frantically adjusted her posture, finally catching it safely.

"This is a valuable item!"

She couldn't help but complain loudly.

Almost at the same time, something else gently fell into Mashu's hands.

"Miss Surtr? This is...?"

Mashu looked at the seemingly ordinary notebook in her hand with a puzzled expression. Hmm, there was no magical fluctuation at all; it was indeed a notebook.

"That's for Leonardo da Vinci and Roman. You'd better not peek... unless you get their permission."

Surtr's tone carried a hint of warning.

"It's for us? It feels like it must be something amazing."

Leonardo da Vinci's curious voice came from the bracelet.

"I certainly won't let you down."

Her tone was certain. After all, it concerned the future.

However, considering the possible changes, and the fact that Surtr has been a sign-in player for several years, he only wrote down some of the more crucial things.

Information such as the true identity of Goetia and the fact that Earth has been rendered blank.

The main reason I don't plan to let the two little ones see this is because I'm afraid they'll lose faith after knowing what kind of despair they'll face.

Let the adults deal with these heavy things for now.

Miss Surtr actually wanted to see the expressions on the two people's faces as they read, but she probably wouldn't have the chance.

“I understand. Matthew Kyrielight will definitely deliver the notes.”

It felt like something very valuable, Mashu solemnly promised.

"Well, then we'll meet again sometime, Mashu, Fujimaru."

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Forty-Four - Transmigration, Activation

[Mission: The Last Knight, Completed]

[Mission: Survive, Completed]

[Current Originium: 11765.2; Random Rewards x6]

Chaldea has already departed.

At the same time, a system notification sounded in her mind.

Surtr remained lying in the lava pool, eyes open, staring at the interface that appeared before him.

I've accumulated quite a few rough stones; it's time to upgrade myself.

But before that...

"Let's start with a prize draw."

She murmured to herself and reached out to click the lottery button.

It still has that "Frankenstein's monster" style of animation that makes you want to complain, and this time, it even incorporates some brand new elements.

What flies in the sky is no longer a shooting star, but a Houmu; what pops out of the packaging bag is not cards, but a train. The train door opens, and a set of cards, one gold and five blue, spins and jumps in front of her.

Surtr couldn't help but wonder, if this system were to be updated a few more times, just how many more inexplicable things would be crammed into it?

I'm afraid we'll have to watch the gacha animations for several minutes straight.

Moreover, she couldn't find a "skip" button on the interface at all.

With a complicated expression on his face, Surtr turned his attention to the cards:

[Noble Phantasm: Shoots Down Hundreds of Heads (C to A+)] [Castle at the End of the World] [Crown of the Stars] [Golden Apple] [Nongfu Spring Water] [Holy Sword of Physics]

The result was pretty good.

Surtr has finally bid farewell to the era of "tree-cutting swordsmanship".

"Shoot a Hundred Heads" is Hercules' most trusted Noble Phantasm, and its power is extremely considerable. If combined with her flames, it may be able to unleash destructive power surpassing that of the Holy Sword.

As for the following items: "The Castle at the End of the World" is actually a model of the Holy City made of chocolate... I never expected that her casual remark about wanting to keep the Holy City as a collectible would actually come true in this way.

She wondered how long this thing would last. She didn't really want to eat this work of art; perhaps she should learn a magic trick to preserve it permanently.

The "Crown of the Stars" sounds impressive, but it doesn't actually have any special functions; it's just King Arthur's crown. However, the crown is exceptionally beautiful and is suitable for collection.

Surtr inexplicably felt that he was not far from collecting the complete "King Arthur outfit".

The "golden apple" is a specialty of Greek mythology, and its effects are similar to the golden apple she obtained before, but it is not of much use to her personally.