Please, not that!
Lancelot was absolutely certain that if the Fairy Lancelot in the Lostbelt were even slightly gentler or cuter, she would definitely steal Mash's heart.
Just as he would love it if his never-obedient son turned into a gentle and adorable daughter.
Mash would surely yearn for her usually cold father to become a gentle and virtuous mother.
The thought of that version of himself in the Lostbelt taking all of Mash's love was unbearable!
No, there was still hope.
As long as Fairy Lancelot showed a tyrannical and cruel side, his dear daughter would realize his gentleness!
Hadn't they seen how terrifying Fairy Gawain and Fairy Tristan were, one worse than the other?
The former would go berserk at the drop of a hat, looking down on humans with contempt.
The latter, all while smiling, singing, and dancing, slaughtered innocent fairies right in front of Queen Morgan.
So, don't panic—he was sure to surpass Fairy Lancelot!
Jeanne d'Arc watched the screen with great interest: "Is there not a single normal one among these Fairy Knights?"
Two Fairy Knights had appeared, and each was more bizarre and frightening than the last.
They were completely different from the familiar Knights of the Round Table.
But that was fine.
For France, Britain's longtime rival, this was fantastic news.
Even though the Fairy Knights of the Round Table were essentially fairies, not humans,
they had integrated the spiritual foundations of the true Knights of the Round Table and been granted their corresponding titles.
The worse they performed in the Lostbelt, the easier it would be to shake the status of the real Knights of the Round Table.
For her, who had always held a grudge against King Arthur, this was naturally a delightful affair.
Especially when she saw the fairy Gawain wantonly mocking Artoria, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
"Ahem, there should be some normal ones, right?" Lancelot replied uncertainly.
The fairy Knights of the Round Table were all fairies, so they naturally wouldn't transmit the corresponding memories to him.
Even if he saw the "himself" from the Lostbelt appear, it wouldn't trigger any related memories.
These were individuals with the same names but entirely different essences.
The adorable pink-haired knight Astolfo frowned slightly: "I have a feeling that these fairies are all... villains? Just looking at them makes me sick."
An inexplicable [intuition].
After [Evaporation of Reason], his [intuition] became terrifyingly strong, almost like clairvoyance.
Though the fairy Tristan was indiscriminately killing innocents, it gave him a strange feeling of satisfaction.
What exactly were these fairies' identities, and what vile, disgusting things had they done?
...
In the video.
After the fairy Tristan wantonly slaughtered the fairies, the six great clans fell into a rage.
However.
Queen Morgan didn't care about their anger in the slightest.
With the queen's favor, no one dared to attack the fairy Tristan.
Just then.
An even more peculiar figure appeared, none other than the A-team Master candidate—
Beryl!
In the previous Fifth Lostbelt, he had ignited the Fantasy Tree and betrayed the captain.
Making countless viewers loathe him to the extreme.
Back then, he claimed to have been destroyed by the world and faced hostility.
But now he stood openly by Queen Morgan's side.
Being respectfully watched by the fairies one by one, his status was clearly extremely special.
"At the end of the year 2017 of the Queen's calendar, the Fairy Kingdom will destroy the light wall enveloping the Lostbelt and rule the entire planet!" Morgan stated calmly. "The Child of Prophecy poses a certain threat to my throne. Capture them as much as possible."
"Additionally, regarding the Pan-Human History Master Fujimaru Ritsuka mentioned by Beryl, and the accompanying Child of Prophecy, we must capture them alive!"
Under her command.
The fairies scattered, beginning a worldwide search for Nameless and the others' traces.
The audience grew increasingly worried.
Given Queen Morgan's immense power, both Nameless and Artoria Caster were in grave danger.
Those twelve Holy Lances had already vividly demonstrated their terrifying might.
Then, the scene shifted.
To where Mash was.
The little shield maiden was brought by the Goblin Slave Merchant Guild before a massive castle.
Goblin A said: "See that? Ahead lies Sheffield, a key stronghold of the Fairy Kingdom!"
"Quite an impressive castle." Mash gazed curiously at the enormous fortress.
"Only around Camelot can you find such magnificent castles. Its master is Boggart, a defeated clan leader contender from the Fang Clan."
The goblin explained in detail, "All fairies despise him, so he only takes human slaves as wives."
"Oh, being betrayed by all his wives does sound somewhat pitiful." Mash expressed mild surprise.
The goblin stared intently at her: "You're so interested in the castle - could you be connected to it?"
Throughout their journey, it had become increasingly convinced the girl possessed an important identity.
"I don't know, but I feel I arrived with some kind of mission." Mash shook her head in confusion.
"Understood! You must be the Child of Prophecy! The Fairy Knight who protects us, the savior who will rescue the world!"
The goblins' expressions grew increasingly fanatical.
But don't misunderstand.
This wasn't the look of seeing a supposed savior - rather, it was the greedy expression of seeing mountains of gold and silver!
"If I can save the world, I'd be truly happy... It seems someone once told me... but I've forgotten. I'd be glad to protect this beautiful country." Mash nodded.
Led by the goblins, they came before the lord.
A powerful, imposing lion-headed fairy appeared on screen.
This was the castle's lord.
Boggart spoke with utter contempt: "This little girl is the Child of Prophecy?"
"Yes, she's quite powerful, bearing some grand mission!" the goblins chorused in response.
"Fools! This girl is human!"
Boggart roared in anger.
This single statement shocked all the goblins pale - they'd never encountered such a powerful human before.
But there was no time for explanations.
All goblin merchants were ordered captured and beheaded as public examples.
Just then.
Mash suddenly stepped forward, raising her shield to protect the fairies: "I truly wish to protect this country. Perhaps I might indeed be the legendary Child of Prophecy."
"Oh? In that case, if you're willing to marry me, I'll acknowledge you." Boggart said.
For him, no fairy could be trusted.
Only human slaves were incapable of betraying him.
"Sorry, I refuse."
Mash answered without hesitation, "Even though I've lost my memories, I still know there's someone waiting for me, someone I've always followed."
Though unable to remember, she couldn't forget no matter what.
This had kept her trapped in painful struggle all this time.
"You wouldn't betray even with lost memories..."
Boggart the lion-head stared dumbfounded at her.
The originally domineering and overbearing lord felt a certain emotion arise in his heart for the first time, and its name was—
[Jealousy!]
He had already been betrayed a full 61 times!
This thoroughly earned him the title of [Loveless], and from then on, he no longer dared to trust anyone.
Boggart spoke without hesitation: "Alright, I will help you find that person and see what skills he truly possesses!"
"Before that, you shall be the Child of Prophecy, and with this identity, stand against the evil Queen Morgan!"
He admitted he was jealous of that guy.
Even after losing her memories, the girl still couldn't forget him.
Boggart paused slightly and said: "Your name... Hmm, Galahad?"
"It seems to be that name, but I've forgotten." Mash shook her head.
"Then, Galahad, as the [Child of Prophecy], let us raise the curtain on the rebellion against the evil queen!"
Boggart issued the command.
He announced that the [Child of Prophecy] had been found, spreading the news throughout the entire territory.
This was to attract more powerful fairies to join the cause.
Leaving the audience utterly stunned—
[Goodness, isn't the Child of Prophecy supposed to be Artoria? How did Mash become the Child of Prophecy?]
[Laughing to death, Mash isn't just a fake Child of Prophecy, she's also a fake Galahad!]
[Tsk, Little Shield Maiden's love for Nameless truly transcends time, space, life, and death!]
[Go, Little Shield Maiden! I admit you and Nameless are a pair—the civil affairs bureau has already issued your marriage certificate!]
[The real and fake Child of Prophecy... Mash is helping Nameless fight in her own way!]
...
Back in reality at Chaldea.
Mash breathed a slight sigh of relief: "Thank goodness..."
Being tricked by goblins onto a slave transport cart earlier was already utterly humiliating.
Now being duped by goblins into becoming the [Child of Prophecy] wasn't really that big of a deal anymore.
After all, she temporarily couldn't find her senior anyway.
Becoming the [Child of Prophecy] might actually help divert some attention away from her senior.
Let's not forget—Mash is a genuine MT melee fighter. What kind of example would she set always hiding behind her senior?
What made Mash most relieved was that if she had remained as naive and easily deceived as she was at the beginning, she would have directly agreed to the lord's request.
In that case, she wouldn't even deserve to stand by her senior's side anymore.
She couldn't bear the thought of betraying her senior!
"Mash, you're impersonating two people at once," Da Vinci remarked with amazement while watching the video.
First, she was tricked by goblins into becoming the [Child of Prophecy] who would save the world.
The problem was, the real [Child of Prophecy] was supposed to save this Lostbelt.
Mash and Nameless had come to destroy the Lostbelt.
It was also quite natural that she was later mistaken for [Galahad].
After all, Mash had received his legacy, fused with [Galahad]'s Saint Graph, so borrowing his name was reasonable.
This was quite similar to several Fairy Knights of the Round Table.
A faint blush appeared on Mash's face: "Well, I probably found the name familiar."
After losing her memories, she had even forgotten her own name.
Despite having received his legacy, she was still impersonating him.
She really felt somewhat sorry for Mr. Galahad.
"This works out quite well. With you here, you'll occupy some of Morgan's attention," Dr. Roman said with a comforting smile.
Right now, he just wanted to see what would happen when Mash met the fairy Lancelot.
Whether that Fairy Knight would still be willing to acknowledge this lovely daughter.
"That's good, as long as I can help Senpai."
Mashu nodded repeatedly.
Even if she couldn't accompany Senpai, she still wanted to contribute in some way.
The scene of when she first met Senpai in reality surfaced in her mind.
Even though she had completely forgotten about Senpai after the world reset,
the moment she saw him again, she couldn't help but call out instinctively.
The bond between them had transcended time and reincarnation.
The mere memory loss from the [Nameless Forest] could never sever this connection!
...
The video continued.
After saving the humans in the fairy ranch, Nameless and the others arrived at another city.
Along the way, they eliminated various monsters to earn substantial amounts of money.
Their purpose for making money was simple - to participate in an auction.
Fairy King Oberon, holding an invitation obtained through connections, cleared his throat and said: "Our budget is only seventy million. Whatever you do, don't reveal this!"
Even his VIP invitation was completely forged.
No!
Even his so-called seventy million was counterfeit money!
From beginning to end, this was all an astonishing scam!
If their deception was discovered, Nameless's human identity would certainly be exposed.
By then,
they would face attacks from all the fairies in the city, with no chance of survival!
"So... so much!" Artoria Caster's jaw dropped.
Her small face was full of astonishment.
In all her life, she had never seen such a huge amount of money.
No, she hadn't even seen one percent of this amount!
Nameless nodded: "Don't worry, we've made thorough preparations. We probably won't be exposed."
"That's good. This auction will feature travelers from other worlds, who are also new Children of Prophecy!" Oberon remained deeply concerned.
They were gambling too much this time.
Even he, the prestigious Fairy King, couldn't feel at ease.
Artoria Caster exclaimed in surprise: "There are other Children of Prophecy?"
What if it was real? What would that make her then?
"Don't worry, it's all fake. You're the real one."
Nameless reached out and patted her head reassuringly.
The auction was about to begin.
Everyone waited anxiously in the VIP room.
The handsome fairy host announced from the center of the auction hall: "Now, let the most precious treasure make its appearance!"
A prisoner transport cart covered with black cloth was pulled forward.
The host walked over and tore off the black cloth with a flourish: "This is the rebel who threatened our king, the otherworldly survivor from the Nameless Forest, and the legendary Child of Prophecy!"
Inside the magically engraved cage sat a familiar red-haired youth.
It was Senji Muramasa!
Also the ultimate mole Nameless had planted under the Alien God's command.
Back in the Fifth Lostbelt, he had collaborated with the Heroic Spirits of Proper Human History to stage an epic performance.
Helping Nameless cut through the Olympian Gods.
"Hah, this is clearly not it." Artoria Caster exclaimed in shock.
Not only was he not the Child of Prophecy, he wasn't even a fairy.
Instead, he was shrouded in a rather mysterious power.
Upon seeing him, Nameless feigned surprise: "Wow, it's old man Senji Muramasa!"
Boom!
Senji Muramasa suddenly punched the magical sphere cage, shaking the entire auction venue.
"Sorry for being an old man!"
He said with clear irritation: "I'm not the Child of Prophecy, I'm an Apostle of the Alien God. Isn't it about time you let me go?"
His words caused murmurs among the fairies.
The Child of Prophecy was the ultimate pursuit for the fairies.
Since he wasn't it, his value instantly plummeted, with many crying foul.
Nearly half the fairies left on the spot.
"Everyone please calm down, he definitely has a twenty... no, thirty percent chance of being the [Child of Prophecy]!"
The host declared with extreme confidence, "He almost made it to Queen Morgan's presence and possesses exceptionally refined blacksmithing skills."
"Let the auction begin!"