"Pepe, there's no time for this now. After we capture Norwich, if you want to have swordplay with him, I won't stop you."
Nameless said with a headache.
What kind of situation is this!
Weren't you just grieving for the captain? How did you suddenly start shifting your affections?
Percival asked curiously: "Hey, what does swordplay mean?"
"Swordplay? It's the passionate, fiery battle between men!" Nameless explained with a straight face.
Beside them, Da Vinci and Dr. Roman both showed strange smiles.
The previously tense and flustered atmosphere from just infiltrating Norwich instantly vanished without a trace.
"Alright, then after this battle, let's enjoy some fencing together."
Percival nodded.
As a praised human powerhouse, he naturally couldn't refuse a battle invitation.
"Wow, don't forget, I suddenly feel motivated!" Peperoncino said with a beaming smile.
After simple greetings and introductions.
Everyone discussed the next plan.
First, they would have the most conspicuous fairy horse attract the attention of numerous fairies in the streets.
Then they would split into two teams.
Percival would lead the Round Table Rebellion Army, along with Senji Muramasa and others, putting on a siege posture from the main gate.
Meanwhile, Nameless and his group would wait for an opportunity to break through the fairy army and head to ring the Pilgrimage Bell.
Thus began the battle for the first Pilgrimage Bell.
After the battle commenced.
The attack from the human army sent the fairies into a furious rage.
Tens of thousands of elite fairies from the entire city gathered at the main gate, intending to annihilate them in one fell swoop.
As the person in charge, the treasure-guarding fairy Spriggan issued an order: "Withdraw the soldiers guarding the Pilgrimage Bell! I will personally receive them myself!"
"Yes, sir!" The fairies complied with the command.
In the blink of an eye, only he remained as the sole guardian around the Pilgrimage Bell.
"Come, Fujimaru Ritsuka of Chaldea. Show me your worth."
Splinter spoke with a relaxed demeanor: "As long as you and the Child of Prophecy possess sufficient value, I am willing to invest in you."
To him, the concept of loyalty simply did not exist.
Everything was merely an investment.
By the time Nameless and Artoria Caster arrived before the Pilgrimage Bell, not a single guard remained in sight.
The entirely black bell hung there in solitude, emanating an eerie and sinister aura.
From within, a voice filled with deathly stillness and coldness echoed: "The scent of the paradise and Avalon... Have you finally arrived?"
"Be careful, this contains the Fairy Death Lord!" Nameless promptly warned.
Black mist seeped out from the bell, transforming into a corpulent monster standing five meters tall, its body seemingly pieced together from the corpses of numerous fairies.
"Come, use your detestable flesh to bring about our rebirth!"
Without hesitation, the Fairy Death Lord lunged forward.
The battle erupted abruptly.
Mash raised her shield, gleaming with pure white light, firmly blocking its ferocious assault.
Meanwhile, Nameless vanished in a flash, reappearing silently on its back.
Swoosh!
With a single sword strike, he cleanly severed the Fairy Death Lord's leg, causing its massive body to stumble and collapse.
Percival seized the perfect moment, swinging the Selected Spear in a sacred white arc that pierced through its enormous form.
Artoria Caster unleashed a spell, completely obliterating its head.
Through their seamless coordination, the mere undead monster stood no chance.
Percival reminded them, "It's time to ring the bell."
"Alright..."
A faint sorrow appeared on Artoria Caster's face.
This was an accumulation of fairies after death, bound to the Pilgrimage Bell for over a century. Now, they had finally been granted release.
Just then, Nameless suddenly stepped in front of her, his gaze icy as he stared to the side: "Do you intend to make an enemy of us?"
In the empty space, a figure quietly emerged.
It was the Treasure Guardian Fairy, Splinter.
He lightly clapped his hands and applauded: "Well done. Congratulations on defeating the undead that has plagued us for over a hundred years. I, Splinter, am deeply impressed."
"So it's you!" Percival instantly regarded him with full vigilance.
As the leader of the Round Table Rebellion, he was well aware that this figure was the highest authority in the city—a mysterious and powerful fairy.
Their earlier progress had been too smooth, almost encountering no substantial resistance as they breached Norwich's defenses.
Now, the truth became clear.
This powerful fairy had never personally commanded the fairy army, instead waiting here all along!
"Ah, there's no need for such tension. The army sent by the Queen has already been defeated by you," Splinter chuckled lightly. "As the lord, I am quite grateful that you have quelled the rebellion and eliminated the Fairy Death Lord."
In his words, the army dispatched by Queen Morgan was referred to as the "rebellion"!
His ulterior motives were plain for all to see!
Nameless spoke calmly: "Does this mean you wish to cooperate with us?"
"Of course, as long as you do not occupy this city, I naturally have no reason to be your enemy," Splinter smoothly took up the conversation, carefully avoiding any mention of betraying the Queen.
"Then, as you wish, human who drifted from the Pan-Human History to Britain."
Nameless exposed the other's true identity in one breath.
This fairy lord was not a fairy at all!
But a genuine—
Human!
This was the truth behind their complete lack of loyalty to Queen Morgan!
Spriggan smiled calmly without saying anything more.
Nameless looked at the girl beside him. "The fire fades, yet the true king has not returned. Go ring the bell that will save Britain."
"Alright!"
Artoria Caster stepped forward without hesitation.
Once the Pilgrimage Bell was rung, it meant fully accepting the prophecy and embarking on the path to challenge Morgan for the throne.
But she would no longer regret it.
Artoria Caster began chanting the incantation—
"Song of paradise, voice of the inner sea."
"Chosen fate, one born to correct errors."
"The first Pilgrimage Bell, guiding the lost child home."
"Please forgive that sin..."
...
The Staff of Selection in the girl's hands bloomed with azure light, shimmering like starlight, as she gently struck the Pilgrimage Bell.
Dong!
Dong!!
Dong!!!
The melodious and mysterious bell tones, carrying ancient echoes of time, resonated throughout the British Lostbelt.
At this moment.
All fairies simultaneously paused, listening to the bell with bewildered expressions.
Countless fairies inexplicably shed tears.
The Pilgrimage Bell's sound traveled across the entire British Lostbelt, allowing all fairies to hear it.
And making the stagnant world take steps forward once more!
The audience also immersed themselves in the bell's resonance—
[Spriggan is amazing too! A human actually disguised as a fairy lord, absolutely overpowered!]
[Probably like "three years have passed, then another three years, I've gone from undercover to becoming the boss!"]
[Wow, it sounds truly sorrowful, as if announcing the British Lostbelt's march toward its end.]
[Indeed, it has such an apocalyptic atmosphere, no wonder Morgan said ringing it would be equivalent to declaring war!]
[Old Man Hassan approves, and incidentally joins in ringing bells!]
[Haha, every time the old man rings his bell, it signifies the fall of a major figure!]
...
Real World Egypt.
In the Ramesseum Tentyris.
Ramesses II watched the video with great interest: "A mere human actually managed to become a fairy lord, no wonder they show no loyalty to Morgan."
A human hiding among fairy cities for a hundred years without their true identity being discovered.
Even rising to become a lord—this was no small miracle.
But these were nothing special.
What concerned Ramesses II most was that bell.
The prophecy stated that the Child of Prophecy, by ringing six Pilgrimage Bells, would defeat Queen Morgan and save Britain.
It was an epic-sounding prophecy.
But this bell-ringing felt all too familiar.
It made Ramesses II's temple throb involuntarily: "Such an annoying bell sound."
That arrogant old man loved chopping off heads while ringing bells.
The problem was, he couldn't defeat him—
Ahem, he was showing respect for elders and care for the young, not that he couldn't fight back!
"Your Majesty, look beside you..."
Nitocris cautiously reminded him.
"What's worth seeing over there? It's just..."
Ramesses II turned his head.
Well, the one classified as an Assassin but actually a god of death was standing quietly nearby.
Really treating my great temple as your own home?
Ramesses II suddenly thought.
On the temple's main gate, the other party had even written the words "Welcome King Hassan home."
So infuriating!
But still had to keep smiling!
King Hassan calmly spoke: "Oh, you dislike hearing the bell toll?"
"...It's not that I dislike it exactly, it's just that I feel power should remain in one's own hands. The idea that ringing six bells can grant power seems too artificial."
Ramesses II very naturally changed the subject, "Given the power displayed by Queen Morgan, can the Child of Prophecy truly stand against her?"
Previously, the Demon God King Goetia had lavishly praised Queen Morgan, practically elevating her to the heavens.
Clearly, Morgan's two-thousand-year reign could be called an incredible miracle.
This made the Demon God King Goetia believe she surpassed even himself, who hadn't accomplished the grand undertaking of incinerating human history.
Morgan seemed to have completely monopolized the Fantasy Tree and transformed the entire British Lostbelt.
And the Alien God hadn't descended at all.
Or perhaps,
didn't dare to descend?
Judging by the Alien God's previously demonstrated strength, if it truly descended upon the British Lostbelt, it would undoubtedly be utterly defeated!
"This is the power of fate's judgment, naturally not to be underestimated," King Hassan replied indifferently.
"Hah, mere fate."
Ramesses II dismissed this with contempt.
If fate truly decided everything, there wouldn't be so many people who had rewritten their destinies.
But this old man really loves to talk about fate.
What a mystical old fellow.
"I'd like to see how she dares oppose Morgan."
Ramesses II was particularly looking forward to this.
That Queen Morgan clearly possesses tremendous power that surpasses even the gods.
How could mere six Pilgrim Bells possibly defeat her?
...
In the Lostbelt.
The Pilgrim Bell was rung.
The ancient, melodious bell echoes in the ears of all fairies.
As the bell resounds throughout the Lostbelt.
A series of scenes flash by.
The Wind Clan leader Aurora chuckles lightly: "Congratulations, Artoria Caster, and thank you, Fujimaru Ritsuka. A new future for Britain has begun!"
As one of the six great clan leaders.
She naturally wants to overthrow Queen Morgan's rule.
Ringing the Pilgrim Bell signifies the beginning of Morgan's defeat.
Koyanskaya laughs even more joyfully: "Wow, the Pilgrim Bell has been rung, war is about to begin. Fight! Fight!"
She's a pure troublemaker.
Who doesn't care how many humans or fairies die.
Only wanting to watch the spectacle - the bloodier the fight, the better.
After all, she is the Beast of Humanity holding the authority of [Appreciation].
Born from the wails of countless animals perishing in the Tunguska explosion and the agony of the earth being torn apart.
To her, humans who freely hunt animals have no reason to exist!
Northern Chocolate Fields.
"Huh, the bell doesn't seem to affect me much. But that girl is finally doing something proper."
Knocknarea frowns slightly: "My only rival, go ring all the Pilgrim Bells!"
Camelot.
Before the throne.
All the fairies begin to grow restless.
Each one cautiously watches the queen on the throne.
Queen Morgan calmly issues her command: "Since the Pilgrim Bell has been rung. Then, from this moment on, mobilize all fairies to hunt down Fujimaru Ritsuka and Artoria Caster!"
"Spare no effort, fight to the death!"
The ultimate declaration of war.
The queen who controls the entire Lostbelt is going all out against Nameless and Artoria Caster.
Leaving no chance for survival!
The fairies instantly become excited.
Their eyes filled with bloodthirst, as if transforming into ferocious demons.
Queen Morgan looks at the fairies with full mockery: "Heh, after two thousand years, you still haven't changed the bloody slaughter engraved in your souls. What ugly existences!"
The fairies don't need to thank her for protection.
And she never intended to protect the fairies anyway, purely to prolong the future of the Lostbelt.
The war begins.
Morgan mobilizes massive fairy legions to launch the final war.
Meanwhile.
Artoria Caster, who rang the Pilgrim Bell, begins to glow all over.
At this moment, she becomes light!
The girl exclaims in surprise: "Eh eh eh, why am I glowing? Am I going to turn into the sun? Will I die?"
Vast, ocean-like magical energy wildly pours into her body.
Making the girl feel as if her entire body is burning up.
"Hey hey, hurry up with the water! The Child of Prophecy is going to burn to death!Oberon urgently urged.
Da Vinci also looks uncertain with surprise: "Um, what exactly is happening?"
The whole group becomes panicked.
Ringing the Pilgrim Bell was the prophecy from sixteen years ago.
But it seems something unexpected has occurred.
Amidst the chaos and panic of the crowd.
Nameless stepped forward and gently embraced the girl: "Don't panic, all of this power belongs to you. Calm down."
"Eh... Too close... Mmm~"
Artoria Caster's face flushed bright red.
Aside from the infusion of immense magical energy, there was also the shyness of being suddenly held by him.
But in this embrace, she instantly felt an overwhelming sense of security.
The light gradually dissipated, and the vast magical energy was completely mastered by her, becoming her own power.
The half-baked mage's combat ability suddenly skyrocketed several times over!
Nameless asked softly, "How do you feel?"
"I... seem to have become stronger?"
Artoria Caster, sensing the immense magical energy within her, was overjoyed and hugged the young man in return.
She rested her chin on his shoulder and whispered, "I heard the bell, and it showed me that version of myself from Proper Human History."
"That girl is completely different from me—far more outstanding in every way."
"She pulled the sword from the stone, was crowned king, and led the Knights of the Round Table in battles across the land."
"A perfect king, trusted and admired by all."
That version of herself from Proper Human History had been described to her by Nameless before.
But now, she had experienced the other's existence in the most direct way once again.
Beyond admiration and a sense of inferiority, Artoria Caster felt deep pity—
"But she was too perfect. Even with you by her side, she still gave everything to Britain."
"She never experienced love, never had an independent self, and wasn't even allowed to fail."
Just thinking about such a scenario made her feel anguish.
All the people of Britain saw her as a perfect king.
That throne became the most terrifying shackles.
Even the Knights of the Round Table began to say, "The king does not understand the hearts of people."
It was this that led to Mordred's rebellion, tearing apart those shackles through the Battle of Camlann!
"That was her choice." Nameless held her tightly in his arms.
Back then, before she pulled the sword from the stone.
He had repeatedly emphasized that once she drew that sword, Artoria would no longer be human.
But the girl still pulled the sword from the stone without hesitation.
Completely dedicating her life and soul to Britain.
As the nameless knight sworn to protect her, he chose to respect her decision.
Fighting alongside her through countless battles, until the very end of her life!
At that moment.
Da Vinci suddenly exclaimed, "Where's Mash? She was just here a moment ago. How did she disappear?"
"Mash???"
Nameless released Artoria Caster and looked around in shock and confusion.
The little shield maiden had vanished into thin air.
She was clearly standing nearby just moments ago, but now there was no trace of her.
Not a single trace of magical energy could be detected, and even command spells couldn't reach her—as if she had ceased to exist in this world entirely!
He sighed softly, "As expected, this too is a choice of fate!"
The scene shifted.
The audience soon understood why he had said those words.
Mash, who had been taken away by a mysterious force, regained consciousness to find herself on a beach.
She looked around in confusion, "What's going on? What happened?"
She had been by her senior's side, but suddenly some force swept her away.
Now, not only was her senior gone, but she couldn't see a single familiar face.
Wait, that's not right.
Mash said in surprise, "Habetrot, you're here too?"
Yes, there was a familiar figure before her—it was Haberthrot.
Back in the fiefdom of Sheffield, she had once encountered this exceptionally skilled tailor.
He had even offered to prepare the most beautiful wedding dress for her!
Unfortunately, her senior wasn't by her side, so she hadn't taken him up on the offer.
But strangely enough.
Haberthrot looked at her as if she were a stranger: "Oh, you're awake? What a strange person, wearing a full suit of armor."
Another person stepped forward.
Haberthrot said excitedly: "Can we take her out? She must be an evil fairy."
"Hey, it's me, Mash! Habby Cat!" Mash quickly greeted him.
"Huh? I don't know you. Besides, I am the Fairy Knight, Tetrot!"
Haberthrot paused for a moment, "Habby Cat... that sounds quite nice. Tonelico, this person is a mage, just like you!"
At his enthusiastic summons.
A figure appeared, dressed in a snow-white, extravagant gown paired with a short white skirt and a deep blue hat.
She looked exactly like Artoria Caster!
In her hand, she held the Selected Spear, appearing even more mature and composed than before.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you. I am Tonelico. May I ask who you are?"
The girl inquired with utmost politeness.
"I—I am Mash Kyrielight."
Mash stared at her in astonishment, "Are you... the Savior Tonelico???"
Tonelico had fallen over two thousand years ago.
What's going on?
Could she have traveled back over two thousand years???
The audience members were all discussing animatedly—
[The King Arthur from Pan-Human History is like a living saint, hardly resembling a human at all.]
[What a pity. Nameless always wanted Artoria to live as a normal girl, but he still couldn't overcome fate.]
[Well, here comes another Artoria! She could almost form her own Holy Grail War at this rate!]
[Amazing! Mash actually traveled to the past? What exactly happened?]
[Could Mash, like Nameless, traverse timelines? But that shouldn't be possible—Lostbelts can't cross timelines!]
In the Fuyuki Hotel.
Jeanne d'Arc stared at the screen with utter disbelief: "Another Artoria? Why are there so many of you?"
This is just ridiculous!
Regular Artoria, the divine Lion King Artoria, the Lancer-class Artoria with self-awareness.
Artoria Caster, and the corrupted version of Artoria.
And now, here comes a savior version!
Oh right, Morgan and Mordred look exactly like Artoria too!
Artoria alone could field enough participants for a Holy Grail War!
The more Jeanne watched, the more envious and resentful she became.
She only had her regular and altered versions—nowhere near comparable.
Damn it!
Why are you so popular?
"Um, Your Majesty, your facial features are actually identical to Artoria's..."
The adorable pink-haired knight Astolfo blurted out without thinking.
Lancelot immediately covered his mouth: "That's purely coincidental!"
You really enjoy stirring up trouble, don't you?
France and Britain have always been rivals.
Naturally, their Jeanne isn't particularly fond of the opposing side's Artoria.
But strangely enough.
Their faces are indeed identical, like sisters!
"Hmph, she probably copied my appearance!"
Jeanne said with disgust while staring at the screen.
It's not just her—even that Roman emperor Nero looks quite similar to them.
This face seems to work everywhere in the world.
It's practically one of the top ten unsolved mysteries among heroic spirits worldwide.
Lancelot quickly changed the subject, expressing deep concern: "I wonder if Mash will be in any danger."
A father's worry.
His daughter had been transported alone to ancient Britain in the Lostbelt over two thousand years ago.
Without Mash or the others by her side, not even the fairy version of Lancelot from the Lostbelt was present.
He couldn't help but worry.
"Don't worry, she'll be fine. This is Tonelico the Savior we're talking about," Astolfo said carelessly.
In Lostbelt history.
Savior Tonelico ended the clan wars and brought peace to the fairies.
Currently, they're clearly still in the midst of the war period.
Since Mash is with the destined savior, there shouldn't be any problems.
Lancelot grew even more concerned: "The protagonist naturally faces no threats, but those around them are another story!"
Savior Tonelico couldn't possibly fall before completing her mission.
But that's exactly what makes it most dangerous for Mash to accompany her!
Because.
Whether in novels or movies, it's always the supporting characters around the protagonist who suffer the most to make the protagonist rise up!
"Then let Lancelot's mom go take care of her daughter," Astolfo said gleefully.
After the fairy Lancelot appeared, her popularity instantly surpassed the original Lancelot's.
That soft and adorable fairy is truly too easy to capture hearts.
It's likely that even little shield girl's heart has been captured by the gentle Fairy Lancelot Mommy.
"Get lost! Don't you believe I'll beat you up?"
Lancelot glared furiously at the other party.
Having finally reunited with his daughter, how could he possibly let her be taken away?
Even another version of himself wasn't allowed to steal Mash away!
"The only consolation is that Fairy Lancelot can't manifest in reality, so she can't compete with me!"
Thinking this, Lancelot felt slightly relieved.
"That might not be certain! The Qin Shi Huang from the Lostbelt has already manifested!" Astolfo added fuel to the fire.
"...I think I should shut your crow's mouth first!"
Lancelot instantly flew into a rage.
If he let this guy keep talking, it might actually become reality.
By that time, Mash would throw herself into the arms of another him and completely sever ties with him.
Hmm, would he have to beg Fairy Lancelot then?
I'll be the father, she'll be the mother, and I'll form a family with myself?
Lancelot fell into deep thought.
But the other him likes Nameless, which makes things quite difficult.
He couldn't just snatch Nameless away too - Mash would definitely turn against him and become hostile!
...
The video continued.
"Oh my, how do you know me? Are you some powerful fairy?"
Tonelico tilted her head, looking at the other party with curiosity: "But I don't know you at all. Could you be a fairy from the north?"
"Wow, if she's from the north, she must be an enemy! Hurry up and eliminate her!"
Totorot said without hesitation.
Though identical in appearance, she was completely different from the gentle Hartmeow earlier.
She displayed an extremely warlike attitude.
Mash quickly explained: "Um, I'm not a fairy, but a Servant from Proper Human History!"
"A Servant from Proper Human History? How interesting! Would you like to join us?"
Tonelico extended a very friendly invitation.
Following her invitation, Mash obediently went along with them.
This place belonged to the ancient past, but it also contained a Fantasy Tree.
Or rather.
Without the Fantasy Tree, the Lostbelt wouldn't have been born.
The scene shifted back to Chaldea.
Under Queen Morgan's command.
Woodwose had already led the fairy army of the Fang Clan, rapidly approaching Londinium.
They came to eliminate Nameless and the Child of Prophecy.
The Fang Clan didn't need weapons, relying purely on their powerful physical bodies to fight.
They tore through all enemies like wild beasts.
Nameless looked at the nervous girl and said: "Don't worry, after ringing the Pilgrim Bell, you've already gained some of Morgan's power."
"Eh, I've become this much stronger?" Artoria Caster asked in surprise.
Nameless smiled: "Well, about the power of one finger."
"...That's still way too little."
The girl pouted, her brief excitement gone.
However, this was only the first Pilgrim Bell.
After ringing all six Pilgrim Bells, she might possess the power to confront Morgan.
The battle began.
Artoria Caster waved the Staff of Selection: "In the name of Artoria, I grant you protection!"
Hum~
Surging magical energy flowed out, instantly covering Nameless and all the Round Table Rebellion army members present.
Their strength, speed, magical power, and more all received comprehensive enhancements.
This allowed the Round Table Rebellion army to easily overpower the fairies of the Fang Clan.
Nameless became like a god of death walking through the battlefield, freely harvesting one powerful fairy after another.
In the blink of an eye...
The Fang Clan had already been directly crushed by him and others like Senji Muramasa.
Strangely enough, Woodwose, the commander of the legion, had yet to appear.
This Great Fairy who had lived for over a thousand years would undoubtedly pose a threat to Nameless and the others if he joined the battle.
The scene shifts.
Woodwose was roaring in extreme fury: "What? Beryl, Her Majesty the Queen forbids me from taking action? And even demands controlling the Fang Clan's attack intensity against them?"
An utterly unbelievable command!
While claiming to annihilate the enemy, they were deliberately leaving various paths of escape.
He seethed with killing intent: "Damn filthy bastard. Are you groveling before the Queen and now falsely transmitting her orders?"
"No, no, this truly is the Queen's command!"
Beryl replied with a hollow smile, "Shall I relay your words to the Queen?"
Fairy Tristan also chimed in: "Heh, this is Mother's command. Moreover, when Norwich fell, you were indulging in Aurora, weren't you?"
"You're looking for death!"
Woodwose grew increasingly enraged.
These two bastards dared to mock him so brazenly.
Suppressing his overwhelming fury, he said: "I naturally won't defy the Queen's command. But if they attack the camp, I will be 'forced' to retaliate with full force!"
"Of course, a mere weak human is no match for you."
Beryl said with sarcasm.
Then.
He left with the fairy Tristan, discussing with full smiles.
The previous mockery was purely a tactic to provoke the other party, wanting to anger them into attacking Londinium.
It would be best if they were directly eliminated by Nameless!
But the true command given by Queen Morgan was—
[Tell Woodwose to be cautious and not fall into a trap.]
Yet, under the schemes of the two, it was completely twisted into the queen distrusting Woodwose, preventing him from taking action!
Meanwhile.
Under Queen Morgan's orders, the Fairy Knight Gawain had led a massive army and set the Welsh forest ablaze.
Countless kind insect fairies who had once saved Oberon were all burned to ashes in the flames.
Fairy Gawain looked at everyone with contempt: "Haha, you're too late! This place is beyond saving now!"
"Bastard, how dare you do such a thing!" Artoria Caster was furious.
Countless fairies had been burned alive in this inferno.
"Hmph, I'm acting on the queen's orders. Since you dared to ring the Pilgrimage Bell, you might as well die!"
Fairy Gawain unhesitatingly mobilized her troops and launched a lethal attack.
Her previous defeat had left her deeply resentful.
This time, with the power bestowed by Queen Morgan, she was absolutely certain she could defeat them.
Artoria Caster swung her Staff of Selection: "Guda, you've been empowered! Hurry up and attack!"
Ringing the Pilgrimage Bell earlier had granted her power akin to Morgan's.
Naturally, she could now resist Fairy Gawain's mana absorption.
Otherwise, Fairy Gawain's [Anti-Human] trait would have perfectly countered Nameless, making the fight impossible.
Under Artoria Caster's reinforcement magecraft.
Nameless and Fairy Lancelot joined forces, attacking from the front and rear to surround their opponent.
Fairy Gawain roared in fury: "Damn you, Lancelot! How dare you betray the queen and aid a human!"
She held the most fanatical admiration for Morgan and would not tolerate any betrayal.
"I was never loyal to the queen in the first place, so how can you call it betrayal?"
Fairy Lancelot, with her soft and adorable appearance, struck more ruthlessly than anyone, her sword aiming precisely for vital points.
She held the front, blocking Fairy Gawain's fierce assaults.
Nameless launched a sneak attack, slashing fiercely at Fairy Gawain.
He tore apart the massive armor protecting her chest.
"Ahhh, damn it! I will not lose! Even if I become a beast, I refuse to accept defeat!"
Fairy Gawain entered a frenzied state once more.
Burning her own life force, she unleashed power beyond her limits.
After entering this frenzy, she completely transformed into a beast, losing all rationality.
Unfortunately, it was futile.
Nameless wielded a projected holy sword and brought it down with immense force: "Let the sword of the king you revere so much grant you death!"
[Excalibur!]
Boom!
A dazzling sword light erupted, and a small mushroom cloud rose, slamming her deep into the ground!
The powerful Fairy Knight Gawain was utterly defeated by him!