The once-arrogant A-team Master candidate, who had wanted to destroy Chaldea, now stared in panic at the youth before him.
Blood flowed from his severed fingers, making his face grow increasingly pale.
"You demon!!!"
Beryl felt a soul-freezing chill of terror.
This junior had no intention of simply killing him.
He clearly intended to trample all his pride and personality underfoot, utterly destroying both his body and soul!
"No, I'm merely repaying you in your own coin."
Nameless's smile remained as bright and sunny as ever, yet his hands showed not the slightest hesitation.
Swoosh~
Another sword strike descended, cleanly severing his third finger.
But that wasn't all.
This strike also "accidentally" grazed his chest, instantly severing his magical circuits.
Beryl felt his internal magical circuits collapse, his body transforming into what seemed like a massive funnel.
Mana wildly escaped from within him.
With that single strike, the other party clearly sought to strip him of all his power.
To degrade him from a noble magus into an ordinary person.
In despairing screams, Beryl prostrated himself on the ground, vomiting blood as he roared:
"997... 1000-7=997!"
This signified that his psychological defenses had been completely shattered!
The onlookers instantly felt an overwhelming thrill—
[Hahaha, this is so satisfying! This is exactly how he should be punished. Praise Nameless!]
[I'm guilty! Though I feel a bit sorry for the law, this genuinely makes me ecstatic!]
[If violence isn't for retribution, then it's meaningless! Violence must be met with violence. Nameless has avenged the Captain!]
[Everyone else might be forgivable, but Beryl must die! There's absolutely no chance of redemption for this guy from start to finish!]
[Nameless did brilliantly! I thought it would just be a simple sword strike to kill him—that would've been far too merciful!]
...
There was no helping it. Compared to other disliked figures, Beryl could be said to have never acted human from beginning to end.
He never did a single decent thing.
Among the seven candidate Masters of Team A, some like the Captain and Pepe Ronchino wanted to save humanity in their own ways, while others like Kageyuki simply didn't care.
Only Beryl, from start to finish, harmed humanity without restraint to satisfy his own desires.
Not only did he betray Pan-Human History, but he also stabbed in the back the Captain who had saved him.
Even the natives of the Lostbelts fell victim to his cruelty.
For instance, he schemed to steal the Spirit Origin of Woodwose, chief of the Fang Clan, to strengthen himself.
And Tristan the Fairy, whom he manipulated into using a power with terrifying cursed side effects, met a gruesome end without even a corpse remaining.
Pan-Human History, Chaldea, Team A, the Lostbelts... this guy cared for none of them.
He could abandon them all without hesitation, without a single thought of protection!
Now.
The wheel of fortune turns, and heaven spares no one.
This guy was finally paying for his series of past sins, which naturally thrilled countless viewers and made them cheer.
Of course, there were also some self-righteous, sanctimonious viewers who insisted on empathizing with him from his perspective.
Posting comments like, "Putting aside the facts, doesn't Beryl have any value in living?" and such.
But these were quickly blasted by the vast majority of viewers, who nearly stormed their homes through the internet.
Amid the viewers' cheers and celebrations.
In the video.
Leaning against the wall, his body on the verge of collapse from curse backlash, Pepe Ronchino laughed with unbridled glee.
"Haha! Beryl, you've finally met your match!"
He staggered to his feet.
Earlier, he had gathered five hundred curses from the inhuman human experiments Beryl conducted, transforming humans into Moss monsters.
Using himself as the conduit, he channeled everything into Beryl's body.
Only by piercing through the stolen Woodwose Spirit Origin that Beryl had seized could Nameless easily defeat him.
The cost was Pepe Ronchino's life, now flickering like a candle in the wind.
Yet he laughed with extraordinary joy: "Everyone, when you win, you should smile and high-five. Why the long faces?"
"But, Mr. Pepe... Mr. Pepe, you..." Mash looked at him with heartache.
The backlash from five hundred curses had left his body riddled with holes, appearing horrifically gruesome.
"Haha, I'm just a man who tried to ambush Beryl and failed. So this outcome was inevitable."
Pepe Ronchino forced a smile, "Well, it's time for you all to leave. Don't worry about me—I'm already dying."
"How can we not worry!" Nameless sighed heavily.
Though they were supposed to be enemies, he had assisted him time and again, and Nameless had long considered him a friend.
"My dear junior, that won't do. Treating the dead as a burden only adds unnecessary weight."
Pepe Ronchino comforted him in return, "Besides, we're still enemies. I'm an ugly murderer who just happened to help you once. I'm not worth your pity."
"No, you're a companion of justice, protecting others in your own way." Nameless shook his head.
"Eh, you're truly adorable. How wonderful—I'm not hated by my dear juniors. That's just too good!"
Pepe Ronchino stood up, "Fujimaru Ritsuka, to continue your future, run. Keep running until you're so far ahead that people like me can't even see your backs."
"Go. You're the Master—take Mash and leave."
He staggered over to Beryl's side.
Even as his body teetered on the brink of collapse, he laughed with unbridled boldness, "Beryl, let me take you to see the Captain, so we can properly confess to him together!"
Boom~
Mana light erupted, engulfing both of them in a blazing inferno.
"No!!!"
In his final despairing roar, Beryl was dragged by Pepe Ronchino to their shared death.
A-team Master candidate.
Head of the Fourth Lostbelt, Pepe Ronchino.
The Sixth Lostbelt director, Beryl.
Has fallen!
The audience was instantly thrown into immense shock—
[Farewell, Pepe! Such a lovely person, just like their appearance.]
[Ah, Pepe clearly said they were against Nameless and wanted to take down Chaldea, yet still sacrificed themself.]
[Now only the final Seventh Lostbelt remains for Team A—these near-gods are almost completely wiped out!]
[Damn Beryl, that scumbag doesn't deserve to be buried alongside Pepe!]
[I'm really tearing up; Pepe knew they were doomed, yet kept comforting Nameless till the end!]
...
In the living room.
Roya couldn't help but wipe her tears: "It's so touching. No one expected Pepe, who seemed the most frivolous, to make such a sacrifice."
They first appeared in the Fourth Lostbelt with an androgynous, whimsical, and lively demeanor.
Who could have guessed that Pepe Longchino would assist Nameless across three Lostbelts—from the Fourth to the Sixth?
They avenged their captain at any cost, finally dragging Beryl down with them.
Even on the brink of death, they comforted juniors like Nameless and Mash, encouraging them to fight on.
It's fair to say this makes them the most qualified and respectable senior.
Roya, however, was more focused on another matter: "I never thought Nameless could hate someone so deeply, to the point of cruelly tormenting them."
Based on Nameless's previous actions, he'd always been the epitome of heroic epic deeds.
Earning the awe and admiration of countless people.
But this time, his ruthless handling of Beryl showed the audience his human side.
He, too, has joys and sorrows, hatreds and aversions.
Not a flawless hero.
Yet this made the audience like him even more.
Clear love and hate—that's what people truly appreciate.
The kind of person who turns the other cheek after being slapped is the most detestable.
"Nameless is human too; facing someone like Beryl, it's only natural to be merciless," Souma replied calmly.
He didn't care at all that this scene was exposed by [Alaya].
Given another chance, Souma would only act more harshly, never showing leniency.
Such a despicable scoundrel deserves nothing less!
Roya asked curiously, "By the way, how can we possibly defeat Queen Morgan?"
Though many preparations are in place, Queen Morgan's strength remains despairingly immense.
Remember, even a being as powerful as the Demon King Goetia lavishly praised her achievements.
Defeating someone of her caliber is as difficult as scaling the heavens.
Unless she holds back drastically, like Tiamat did.
"It might not count as a true defeat. From earlier revelations, we know she's been seeking death all along," Souma sighed softly.
Having guarded the world for over five thousand years, enduring countless betrayals.
Protecting Britain became an obsession she couldn't abandon.
Under such a heavy burden, she long yearned for someone to liberate her.
So, that battle wasn't a fair and square victory at all!
Roya nodded in agreement: "Indeed, Morgan is so pitiful. She never needed to guard the world."
In the previous 3,600 years, as the savior Tonelico, Morgan saved the world repeatedly, only to be betrayed each time.
In the end, despair turned the savior into a cold, ruthless queen.
Roya couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
Despite achieving feats comparable to Goetia, no one seemed to care at all.
Might as well follow Qin Shi Huang's example and simply abandon the entire Britain Lostbelt!
...
The video continued.
After Beryl was dragged to his demise by Peperoncino.
The scene shifted.
Suddenly began recounting Beryl's initial experiences.
The screen showed a vast, white, deathly silent world.
Only a single Tree of Emptiness stood tall upon this lifeless land.
"The Captain really... Britain has already been destroyed. What's the point of me coming here?"
Beryl frowned as he surveyed his surroundings: "Well, nothing better to do anyway. Might as well summon a Servant."
Hum~
Responding to his magical call.
A Servant from Britain answered the summons and descended upon this destroyed Britain.
Morgan appeared and inquired: "Descendant of the witch of the end, are you my Master?"
This was the very witch who cursed King Arthur and caused Camelot's fall.
Beryl wore a faint expression of disgust.
Clearly, he wasn't satisfied with this summon.
"Since I'm bored anyway, having you cause trouble in other Lostbelts might be quite amusing."
Beryl revealed a mischievous smile, "Well then, I won't interfere with whatever you want to do. I place my absolute trust in you, so let me get some proper sleep first."
"As you wish."
Morgan smiled back.
Beryl fell into deep slumber.
In this destroyed world, there was nothing worth caring about at all.
"I'll slack off for a while, then visit the Captain's world to see if I can snatch it for myself."
Muttering these words, Beryl drifted into sweet dreams.
After he fell asleep.
The wheels of history were completely rewritten by Morgan.
An ancient, solemn narration appeared—
[First Cycle!]
[The fairy of paradise, Avalon le Fae, descends upon Britain.]
The scene abruptly reversed from the destroyed Britain to six thousand years earlier.
The British fairies, on the verge of collapse, welcomed their savior.
This fairy of paradise, adopting the name [Tonelico], repeatedly sacrificed herself to save and protect.
However.
Everything was destroyed.
Even the powerful fairy of paradise couldn't withstand the rebellion of the six clans, dying under their combined assault.
[First Cycle ends!]
[The savior was killed by the British fairies, the Britain Lostbelt headed toward destruction, and the fairies completely perished in the Great Calamity!]
[2017 AD, A-team candidate Master Beryl arrives in the Britain Lostbelt and summons Morgan.]
[Second Cycle begins!]
Simple visuals and narration left countless onlookers increasingly astonished.
For the first time, they learned that the Britain Lostbelt had actually been destroyed once before!
All the fairies had perished!
This meant that every British fairy owed Queen Morgan their lives!
The video proceeded without delay.
Briefly covering the first cycle, it moved to the second cycle.
In the second cycle.
Morgan, who had descended into the Lostbelt, used powerful magecraft to transmit information to the fairy of paradise Morgan from six thousand years ago.
"Please, other me, save this world destined for destruction!"
With the information from the Proper Human History Morgan.
The savior Tonelico learned about her future betrayal by the fairies.
This time.
For 3,600 years, she continued to protect the world as always.
But at the moment of ultimate betrayal,
Morgan found a substitute, faked her death, and escaped.
"If salvation is a mistake, then tremble under my rule!"
"You sinful monsters are utterly unworthy of redemption!"
"I shall never forgive you—you deserve only domination and enslavement!"
The kind and gentle savior, Tonelico, perished.
The merciless Queen Morgan was born!
The Great Calamity of Destruction descended.
Once again, the fairies faced complete annihilation.
The entirety of Britain marched toward ruin.
But this time,
Morgan harnessed the immense magical power of the Fantasy Tree to resurrect every single fairy!
Yes, every last fairy was revived by Morgan.
Though their very lives were granted by Morgan, they still schemed to betray her, one after another!
Henceforth,
Queen Morgan conquered and ruled over all of Britain with absolute, overwhelming power.
The Fairy Calendar ended, and the Queen's Era began!
Morgan reigned over Britain as a cold-hearted queen for over two thousand years.
Then,
Beryl opened his eyes, only to find himself no longer lying in a ruined world,
but instead in an extravagantly opulent palace.
Dazed and bewildered, he muttered in confusion, "What on earth happened while I was asleep?"
He awoke to find the world utterly transformed.
The already destroyed Britain has transformed into a thriving and powerful Fairy Lostbelt, so formidable that even the Alien God cannot descend!
@282 Images - The decisive battle begins, facing Queen Morgan directly! And then—
One night.
One Servant.
Granting you a miracle!
Morgan smiled and said, "Welcome to the land of the fairies. Beryl Gut, did you sleep well?"
"..."
Beryl was utterly dumbfounded.
His gaze fixed into the distance.
The Fantasy Tree towering over the destroyed world had completely withered.
What on earth happened in just one night?
"The Fantasy Tree has withered, and the Alien God can no longer descend. It has nothing to do with me anymore," Morgan stated calmly.
"Hah? What are you talking about? What exactly did you do?"
Beryl grew increasingly incredulous.
"Nothing much, I just used the Fantasy Tree to accomplish a small task. This is no longer a Lostbelt, and I am no longer your Servant."
Morgan replied in a lighthearted tone.
Extracting the Fantasy Tree's magical energy, thwarting the Alien God's scheme, transforming the Lostbelt into a Singularity...
A series of earth-shattering achievements were described as casually as eating or drinking!
"..."
Beryl fell completely silent.
Overnight, civilization and nations had been established in the destroyed Lostbelt.
There was simply no way to report this to the Captain.
He opened his mouth, intending to say something, but ultimately gave up completely.
He had initially thought he'd drawn a trash one-star Servant, but never expected her to be a powerhouse surpassing five stars, accomplishing feats even a Grand Servant would struggle to achieve.
For now, he'd obediently follow Morgan.
This "thick thigh" seemed even more substantial than the Captain's...
"Should I use Morgan to eliminate the Captain and become the true ruler of Earth?"
The flames of "ambition" burned in Beryl's eyes.
For the first time—
For the first time, he possessed the confidence to face the Captain directly!
The onlookers chattered among themselves—
[Damn, as expected of the Queen, transforming the entire British Lostbelt in one night—she's too overpowered!]
[Hahaha, Beryl's completely stunned, it's pretty hilarious. But anyone would be scared out of their wits!]
[True, waking up to find a destroyed world turned into a vibrant fairy kingdom—who could handle that?]
[Tch, Beryl really is a dog relying on its master's power. Even though Morgan's no longer his Servant, he's still thinking of backstabbing the Captain. Nameless was too lenient with him!]
[Yeah, Queen Morgan is ridiculously strong, saving the world multiple times in the truest sense!]
...
In the living room.
Roya exclaimed in amazement, "Queen Morgan is truly monstrous, worthy of being praised by Goetia."
The video had gradually revealed the context up to this point.
This Queen had clearly summoned herself, sending her memories back in time to the past.
Thereby completely rewriting the fate of Britain's destruction.
Roya curled her lips and said, "But honestly, fairies are even more disgusting and ugly than humans. Why save them?"
The Demon King Goetia carried out the grand undertaking of [Incineration of Human Order] precisely because he couldn't stand humanity.
He believed humans were too repulsive and vile, with short lifespans and no visible future.
Thus, he sought to rewrite everything from the source, creating a new world free from death and conflict.
But humanity displayed that brilliance of civilization, with heroes from various nations sparing no effort to save themselves.
And what about the fairies?
Everyone is dragging their feet like crazy!
The Savior's three thousand six hundred years of salvation were repeatedly betrayed by the fairies.
In the end, they were even killed by the fairies, leading Britain to destruction.
If Morgan hadn't transmitted her memories to herself four thousand years ago, the Fairy Lostbelt wouldn't even exist!
"Unfortunately, Goetia is a jinx. Once he praised it, the world couldn't be saved," Souma calmly replied.
The great achievement of the Demon God King Goetia was destroyed by him leading human heroic spirits at all costs.
Meanwhile, the great achievement of saving the world by this Lostbelt King was actively destroyed by the fairies themselves.
Britain,
simply isn't worth saving!
"Goetia is a jinx? Hah, I think it's clearly Nameless who's too overpowered, definitely cheating!"
Roya suddenly felt somewhat indignant, "Goetia was already strong to that extent, there's no way he should have lost!"
As a human, she should stand from humanity's perspective to condemn that ultimate evil.
But the loss was so absurd it could be called a miracle among miracles.
Making Roya want to condemn Nameless instead.
"What's wrong, a loss is a loss. Even if Goetia makes a comeback, he's still been defeated by Nameless!" Souma retorted righteously.
Whether he held back or not, he ultimately lost.
Like that Jade Emperor who "got beaten by a monkey."
No amount of excuses can distort this ironclad fact.
"Hmph, then let's see how Nameless defeats Morgan. He won't end up conquering Morgan's heart too, will he?"
Roya snorted coldly, continuing to eat her melon seeds while watching the video.
In this Age of Heroes,
King Arthur and the Round Table Knights have all descended.
But Morgan has never appeared.
Given the absolute dominance of Queen Morgan in the Lostbelt, combined with the yandere traits from Pan-Human History, if Nameless really conquers her, it would be quite the spectacle to watch.
"Waku waku~"
Roya imitated the tone of a new anime character while enjoying the drama.
"..."
Souma glanced at her but didn't say anything.
As bystanders, wanting to enjoy some drama is normal.
But this troublemaker herself is the biggest drama of all.
He wondered if they could continue this ordinary melon-eating after the video finished playing.
If they really could, he'd be willing to build several greenhouses just to grow melons for this troublemaker!
Guarantee she'd eat her fill!
...
In the video.
After a simple investigation, Beryl finally learned the truth.
He asked, "You changed from Pan-Human History's Morgan to the Lostbelt's Morgan?"
"Yes, the [me] you summoned witnessed Britain's destruction. And it was a destruction that descended two thousand years ago - this me will never allow it!"
Morgan directly revealed the truth, "So, I analyzed and performed spiritron transfer using the Chaldean summoning ritual you employed."
"...Monster! You're truly a monster among monsters, a genius among geniuses!"
Beryl pointed at her with trembling hands, "You, as a Servant, actually used spiritron transfer to send yourself to the past and reshape history!"
"After being summoned, it only took you a few hours to master Chaldea's core heroic spirit summoning ritual!"
Too terrifying!
Completely a heaven-defying prodigy beyond imagination!
Even Beryl, who had only ever respected the Captain, had his confidence completely shattered.
Heroic Spirit Summoning and Spiritron Transfer were created by Chaldea using the ultimate magecraft crystallization of the Atlas Institute, capable of summoning heroic spirits from across all of human history.
This was precisely the core trump card that gave the first director the courage to save and protect humanity.
But now.
This Morgan from the Pan-Human History, after arriving in the British Lostbelt, directly analyzed the systems of Heroic Spirit Summoning and Spiritron Transfer.
She then localized these systems to adapt to the unique circumstances of the Lostbelt, using them to transport herself into the past and alter the entire course of the Lostbelt's history!
Beryl stared blankly at her: "You seem flustered... Is it because if I 'understand the Lostbelt,' it would lead to your failure?"
"Indeed. I think, therefore I am. When you, as the witness, exist, the past becomes 'confirmed.'"
Morgan chuckled lightly, "So, while you were asleep for those few hours, I transmitted my memories to the past, thereby distorting the course of history."
"This also transformed me from the Heroic Spirit Morgan of Pan-Human History into the Fairy of Paradise Morgan, dispatched from Avalon six thousand years ago."
This was the truth behind how she reshaped the world in just a few hours.
As her Servant, once Beryl observed normally, she could no longer distort history or save Britain.
But by taking advantage of his suspended consciousness—during his rest—she could achieve this.
This was the so-called "time paradox."
It is impossible for two identical Heroic Spirits to exist simultaneously in the same timeline.
"This is terrifying! You are far stronger than I imagined."
Beryl took a deep breath, his expression growing increasingly awestruck.
"Merely using Spiritron Transfer to alter the fate of the first-round Fairy of Paradise Morgan and Britain."
Morgan showed no sign of pride, sighing faintly instead, "I forcibly prolonged the existence of Britain, which was destined for destruction, yet I still struggle to see its future."
"During the night I was asleep, both I and the you from Pan-Human History died, only to be resurrected by you..."
Beryl's body trembled slightly.
Yes, he had died once again!
Only by eliminating him, the observer, could history be completely rewritten.
And this witch, much like the Alien God, resurrected him to adapt to the distorted history.
"What, are you dissatisfied?" Morgan inquired.
"No! Absolutely not dissatisfied! I have already died and been resurrected once."
Beryl shook his head hurriedly, "Since the Fantasy Tree is gone, no one can be resurrected again. Please, crush Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others from Chaldea to your heart's content!"
In this world, all fairies, even he, had died once.
But Morgan used the power of the Fantasy Tree to resurrect them all.
Now, the Fantasy Tree is dead.
Whether fairy or human, death is true death—there is no resurrection!
"Such a trivial matter is hardly worth mentioning. Beryl, you don't cling to your own life—you merely revel in the moment."
Morgan looked at the A-team candidate Master before her. "You think [it doesn't matter when it ends]. I seriously doubt whether you're human at all."
Ahem, you overestimate me. I'm simply a straightforward hedonist."
Beryl forced a dry laugh.
His laughter was unnervingly strained.
He thumped his chest without hesitation and declared, "Don't worry, you can do whatever you want. I won't interfere in the slightest."
Their contract had been completely severed.
Even he himself had died and been resurrected.
Who knew if she might whimsically decide to toy with him to death?
"Honestly, everything seems rather dull to me. Nothing can bring me pleasure anymore."
Beryl added, "The only things that bring me joy are that pure white shield maiden I've bestowed 'love' upon, and that Master I've filled with hatred."
"You understand nothing of love... Enough. Chaldea is about to descend."
Queen Morgan shifted her gaze away from him.
She sat upon her throne, staring into the vast void beside her.
The throne beneath her was forged from the condensed soul energy of countless fairies across the entire Lostbelt.
Its purpose was to create twelve Holy Lances to suppress the ultimate enemy of destruction.
That enemy wasn't Chaldea—it lay beneath the void!
Then.
The scene shifted.
Artoria Caster had rung the six [Pilgrimage Bells], and her power had undergone a meteoric rise.
Most crucially.
She had proven her identity as the [Child of Prophecy].
Throughout Britain, numerous fairy clans erupted into rebellion.
Like scattered sparks, they swiftly ignited the entire Lostbelt!
The allied armies of the great clans needed no mobilization from Nameless.
They simultaneously marched on the holy capital of Camelot of their own accord.
The final battle had begun!
The onlookers grew increasingly furious—
[Oh my god! Researching and analyzing Chaldea's Servant summoning and spiritron transfer in just a few hours?]
[She's truly a monster among monsters... Morgan, are you actually a Grand Caster?]
[Dammit! Nameless's enemies keep getting more ridiculously powerful—this one can literally rebuild Chaldea by herself!]
[The Queen never cared about Nameless or Chaldea from the start—she only wanted to defend against the Calamity beneath the void!]
[The Calamity was only cursed to destroy Britain because the fairies schemed to kill it... These fairies really deserve to die!]
[The Queen saved the fairies countless times, yet still faced betrayal. My heart aches for Morgan, it truly hurts to watch!]
...
However.
The spectators' rage couldn't prevent the fairies from rebelling once more.
The scene shifted to show the situation in Camelot.
A fairy reported: "Your Majesty, of the 105 knights directly under your command deployed across the lands, 60 have returned. The remaining 45 have refused!"
These were the Queen's most elite forces.
But now, even they were turning against her!
The various fairies in the grand hall wore complex expressions, their thoughts utterly unreadable.
Spriggan, the treasure-keeping fairy, watched with evident amusement, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
It was clear that to him, who won or lost didn't matter at all.
Morgan sneered coldly, "Heh, Aurora isn't coming either, just as I predicted."
"...Then what about the other knights?" the fairies asked, trembling with fear.
"It doesn't matter, I've already executed them! To think they considered me the same as the Child of Prophecy—that is the most unforgivable blasphemy." Queen Morgan's killing intent was palpable.
The fairies present grew increasingly panicked.
The various direct subordinate knights were spread throughout the entire Fairy Tale Belt.
But now, Her Majesty the Queen had single-handedly slaughtered them all in just one night!
"No matter what, Camelot will never fall! I alone am enough!"
Morgan coldly scanned all the fairies. "Heh, the Child of Prophecy who merely rang the Pilgrimage Bell once has no idea how many times I've already completed it!"
Only a fairy from the Garden of Avalon can ring the Pilgrimage Bell!
At this critical moment, she unhesitatingly revealed her identity as a fairy of Avalon.
Fairies from the Inner Sea of the Stars, the Garden of Avalon, are mortal enemies of the native fairies of Britain.
This made the fairies below look increasingly peculiar, each lowering their heads, afraid to reveal their thoughts.
But all the spectators could clearly sense that these fairies in the hall were bound to rebel as well!
Just then.
A projection of Knocknarea, who hailed from the Clan of Kings and was fated to become the Queen of Britain, suddenly descended into the hall.
She pointed sternly at the queen and declared, "Morgan, you don't understand the hearts of people at all! You are unworthy of being queen! I will replace you and become the Queen of Britain!"
"Oh? Then come. Let me see your resolve."
Morgan sat on her magnificent jade throne, her eyes calm as she watched her.
The final battle began.
Led by Knocknarea, the fairies charged straight for the holy capital of Camelot.
Under the frenzied assault of countless fairies, the queen's direct subordinate fairy knights fell one after another, and the holy capital was rapidly falling.
Yet, the spectators couldn't help but feel like laughing.
Although the strength of the direct subordinate fairy knights couldn't compare to powerful beings like Fairy Gawain, they far surpassed ordinary fairies.
The fairy army commanded by Knocknarea could be wiped out by Morgan alone!
Meanwhile.
Nameless, Mash, and the others made their way through the heavily guarded city gates via the sewers, infiltrating deep into Camelot.
Just then.
A powerful doppelganger of Queen Morgan descended before them.
Artoria Caster exclaimed in shock, "You're kidding! How can you appear so suddenly?"Merely to expel you insignificant insects." Naturally, I won't allow you to dirty the jade throne of Camelot."
Morgan looked calmly at the group. "The last human Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka; the Child of Prophecy, Artoria; the apostle of the Alien God, Senji Muramasa."
"And the servant who possesses the heavenly knight, Galahad."
"I, Morgan le Fay, will eliminate every single one of you without exception!"
PS: Sorry for the delay of a few days. This cat originally planned to finish the explosive updates early and go out for a while. But I was suddenly confined for a week, stuck at home with a blown mindset.
The Fairy Tale Belt will be finished in two days. I don't plan to write about the Tunguska Sanctuary or the Seventh Tale Belt. Rest assured, this cat will seriously complete all books that are put up for paid reading. By the way, recommending a newbie's book—