Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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The Lion King's voice was cold and harsh, and Gareth's reply was mechanical.

Even though he was already aware of it, Gao Wen felt an unprecedented sense of oppression in his heart.

Emotional pain is an unnecessary burden and should be discarded.

Gao Wenming knew this, but he was experiencing unprecedented pain in his heart.

He looked at Gareth with a complicated expression.

The other person noticed Gawain's gaze, shook his head slightly, and his pupils were empty and calm, as if he were looking at a stranger.

"The blessing I bestow upon Gareth is [impurity]."

Her once beautiful hands were now stained with black mist.

"It's the same power we used when we defeated King Lionheart, only with fewer impurities. With that, you should be able to complete the mission more effectively, right?"

"Yes, my king."

Upon hearing Gareth's voice, Agravan's body stiffened, and his breathing became more rapid.

An "impure" aura was spreading along Gareth's armor...

Leaves gray marks on silver metal.

Agguwen gripped the hilt of his sword.

Gareth was a beloved figure among the Knights of the Round Table, treated like a junior. Even though they harbored some grudges and disliked each other, everyone cherished Gareth.

Energetic girls always give off a happy and cheerful vibe.

Back in Camelot, Gareth would follow Lancelot around, her eyes filled with adoration and respect; she would compete with many knights in spear fighting and would panic over making small mistakes.

Even Morgan, whom he despised the most, softened when facing Gareth.

Agguwen said nothing.

“Lancelot—the Knights of the Round Table have become like this...you are entirely responsible.”

His eyes were filled with resentment and anger, not towards the king, but towards the traitor who had caused the Knights of the Round Table to fall apart.

The final battle in the Holy City began very suddenly.

The incident actually stemmed from a joke.

So, Mordred wanted to eat rice balls, so she went to Tawara Tota and jokingly said:

"What?! You think your rice bag can even go to war? That's hilarious!"

But Tawara Tota, who was very serious, said that...

"Sure, I'll demonstrate it to you right away."

Then Tawara Tota charged forward with the rice bag in his arms.

On the other side, Gawain, who was guarding the main goal of Camelot, had already made his preparations. In fact, he was just waiting for the opponent to launch an attack.

"report!"

The messenger quickly arrived at Gao Wen's front lines.

"The third squadron on the right wing was attacked by the enemy, who kept pouring rice from rice bags at the soldiers. Although the soldiers fought back, they were quickly buried under the mountain of rice!"

The soldier frantically described the bizarre scene: being submerged in endless rice. Actually, in today's terms, it should be considered a relatively fortunate way to die, right?

"The other party actually has such methods—in this era where rice is more precious than gold, it's practically the same as hitting someone with a brick. It's incredibly extravagant!"

Gao Wen couldn't help but complain.

However, he quickly continued to issue orders.

"Forget it, you can't handle that side. The enemy is a Servant, so have the regular Knights avoid fighting. Send a squad of Cautionary Knights to hold them off."

"Yes!"

After Gao Wen made the necessary arrangements,

Meanwhile, another order came from the troops on the other side.

"Gao Wenqing!"

The soldier clearly bore the marks left by the wind from the sword, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and a hint of despair.

"Order from the first left-wing squad! Our defensive line is about to collapse, about to collapse!"

"The first team? Those are elite troops selected through rudimentary means, yet they're at risk of being routed? What's going on?! Could it be that the enemy has a special task force launching a surprise attack?! Damn it, the Sun King's Sacred Beast troops alone are already difficult to deal with, and now they have a highly mobile special task force..."

Gawain had foreseen that the war would begin in a disadvantageous position.

However, they are fighting a defensive war; as long as they hold the Holy City, they will win.

"The foreign Master and her Servant are people we must be wary of; they are the most likely to hinder the King's plans..."

However, the messenger shook his head: "The other party is not a foreign master, Lord Gao Wenqing. They are a troop of cavalry wearing purple armor—"

"Gao Wenqing, the enemy is Lord Lancelot's army!"

Lancelot.

A former friend of Gao Wen.

At the same time, the two also developed a feud because of the king's rebellion and Lancelot's killing of his younger brother and sister, and the two broke out in a great battle in front of Camlann.

It was also because of this great battle that Lancelot was unable to provide timely support to King Arthur.

Gao Wen's initial panic turned into unusual calm.

His heart is dead.

Perhaps he's already dead.

Only the unwavering loyalty to the king remained firmly etched in his mind.

"Is that so?"

Gawain gripped the Cavendish tightly in his hand.

Perhaps he has long since lost the capacity to feel anger.

Or perhaps...deep down, he believes Lancelot chose his own path.

only--

what a pity.

“Lancelot, you have betrayed our king once again. It is such a pity... truly a great pity. I thought I could fight alongside Lancelot to the very end this time.”

"The left-wing troops retreat and join up with the right-wing troops."

Gao Wen's voice was cold.

"I will use the holy sword to burn the cavalry along with the traitors."

Sun Knight, Gawain.

He raised his sword high and tossed it into the air!

As the sun's rays shone brightly, the Holy Sword Cavendish ignited with scorching flames in mid-air.

"This sword is a replica of the sun, a purifying fire that burns away all impurities!"

"—The Sword of Victory Revolves!"

His voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying an undeniable authority.

The Sword of the Sun is ablaze, its trail of light transforming into endless flames. With its Noble Phantasm, three times the power of Gawain's, unleashed, it will instantly engulf Lancelot's cavalry!

The so-called anti-military treasures possess the immense power to wipe out an entire army in an instant.

The scorching flames spread along Cavendish's blade, turning the air into a dazzling golden-red!

"Hey..."

"Don't forget me, Gawain!"

Mordred's figure, accompanied by surging crimson lightning, the rebellious young female knight holding a sword in both hands, with crackling electricity swirling around it.

"Mordred?! You bastard—"

Gawain watched Mordred leap high into the air, a defiant smile on her face. She didn't care whether it was sunlight or not before launching a fierce attack!

It's probably quite normal that Mordred couldn't beat Gawain in his lifetime.

But the current Mo is the Mo who trained at Chaldea.

Although she certainly still can't defeat Gawain three times her strength, after so many battles against Servants, she obviously won't be easily defeated even if she falls into a disadvantageous position.

"Just wait, we're going to tear down your sun right now."

With the release of scorching magic, lightning surged wildly, and Mordred's attacks forced Gawain back one after another.

"This is the evil sword that destroyed my father, the proof of the sins that destroyed the Round Table! Roar, Crimson Lightning..."

Mordred began charging up her Noble Phantasm before briefly forcing Gawain back.

She couldn't beat Gawain. In that instant, she managed to push back by using her dash and heavy blow, combined with the fact that Gawain was in a stunned state while releasing his Noble Phantasm.

So Mordred unleashed her Noble Phantasm without saying a word!

"Rebel against my magnificent father!"

He shouted the name of his Noble Phantasm in front of Camelot.

Mordred's arrogant state at this moment was no different from shouting "I'm going to rebel!" in front of his father.

The massive pillar of thunder, with the force of a thunderbolt, instantly engulfed Gawain.

"—Did it succeed?"

Mordred swallowed hard, watching the dust billowing up from the torrent of crimson lightning, and nervously asked himself a question.

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Mordred's Noble Phantasm transformed into a bolt of lightning and struck Gawain!

The scorching torrent instantly whipped up dust and smoke, engulfing Gawain's towering figure in a flash. Crimson lightning crackled and popped beneath the roaring light...

"Even someone as large as Gawain would not be able to escape unscathed from this attack..."

Xiao Mo flicked his wrist, a provocative smile playing on his lips.

However, he truly lives up to Gao Wen's reputation.

Even though he was the one attacking, his hands felt like they were striking a legendary material like fine gold and copper. The force of the recoil made Xiao Mo feel numbness in his hands, which were gripping the greatsword tightly.

However, her joy didn't last even two or three seconds.

A golden sword light suddenly burst forth from the smoke and dust!

With the scorching heat of the sun, it hurtled straight at Mordred's face!

"what?!"

Xiao Mo's pupils constricted.

This guy is cheating!

Is it locked in health?

Relying on her intuition to dodge, Mordred barely avoided the scorching sword's edge. She glanced at Cavendish's sharpness out of the corner of her eye and used the side of Clarent's sword to block Cavendish at the last second.

However, even if it can be blocked, whether it can actually be blocked is another question!

The golden sword light grazed her shoulder armor, cleaving a trench of shimmering black ice crystals in the sand behind her!

"Tch, this guy clearly took a hit from my Noble Phantasm just now, and he wasn't hurt at all—"

Mordred muttered to himself, annoyed.

Gawain raised his greatsword once more.

"As expected of you, Mordred, our rebellious knight. However, even you, my lord, must end here today. Camelot's fate is in the past, and now I will act for my king's ideals—"

Gao Wen did not hesitate, nor did he have any complaints.

His gaze was unwavering, and the Cavendish in his hand pointed directly at the sun!

"My sword is immortal! No matter what, I will fight for the king's ideals; this is the meaning of my battle! Mordred, if you ever again rebel against our king... I swear on the name of Cavendish..."