"It's disgusting interest."

Artoria, the lancer riding Ramlai, looked at the servant in front of her who roared like a wraith, and commented on her master.

In her hand, the black-red holy spear was wrapped around a whirlwind like a sharp blade.

And on the ground, there were cracked, pitch-black helmet fragments and a few strands of hair.

“AURRRRRRRR！！！”

It was undoubtedly the Berserker's pitch-black Heroic Spirit, the Wraith-like Servant, who let out an incomprehensible roar that sounded as if it came from the dark underground, from the groans of the resentful dead.

The handsomeness that had been admired by countless women and girls in his impression had disappeared, and his face was thin and haggard, like a corpse.

But, this man, of course, she will not forget.

There are at most one hundred and fifty knights of the round table under her command, but among them, the number one is only a dozen or so.

And among the dozen or so Knights of the Round Table, there are also strong and weak.

If you talk about the strongest person in martial arts, there is no doubt that this is the one in front of you, who is more dazzling than anyone else at the round table of Camelot, and is more outstanding than anyone else.

"Lancelot."

Lancer Artoria said the name, but her face didn't fluctuate much, and she was still indifferent.

Although the Holy Spear did not take away all her emotions, there was no doubt that her emotions were much thinner than normal.

In contrast, it appears cold and cold.

“Arthur！！！！” (Arthur)

The knight, who was bound by the magic of madness and descended as a berserker, finally shouted his full title.

But it didn't sound like a greeting between acquaintances and friends, but a roar of hatred.

Although the voice was low, the voice in the ears was cold and palpitating, and there was no doubt that it was from Lancelot, whose armor was trembling under the black mist.

It was the sound of the armor that completely covered the limbs vibrating and hitting each other as the body trembled.

The other person is laughing.

Or anger.

After the armor was broken and the identity was recognized, the other party had no reason to hide his true face, and the black fog that shrouded his body began to shrink.

Under the whirlpool-like trajectory, the black mist completely disappeared, and the pitch-black armor finally revealed its true appearance.

Neither ornate nor vulgar, the craftsmen of the forging did their best to create a powerful armor with meticulous casting.

It is somewhat similar to the memory, there are traces left by countless weapons on it, although it has been shallow after maintenance, but it is undoubtedly a meritorious achievement after countless brave battles.

Knights will be unable to help but praise and envy the armor.

"I didn't expect you to be like this." Lancer Artoria said this with a cold countenance.

In appearance, in temperament, he was the most handsome and popular knight.

It is even known as the "Flower of Knights".

If he hadn't made up his mind to fight for the kingdom all his life, if he had grown up like an ordinary girl, he might have become a man who fascinated him, right?

But there was no possibility, she pulled out the sword in the stone, picked up the holy spear, and became the king of Britain, and regarded her as her most trusted friend.

Even if something happened to Guinevere, she was only in the dignity of the king, and in order to preserve the king's image, Guinevere was burned at the stake.

She did not punish her most trusted friend.

It's hard to believe that if there is anyone among the Knights of the Round Table who can be called a "true knight", Lancelot is definitely one of the first people to choose.

Become a berserker corrupted by the Curse of Fury?

She really didn't think of it.

But.......

What about strength?

She was emotionally weak, and she quickly put these things behind her, and compared to various memories of the past, the battle intent surging in her body was even better.

She didn't want to comment on her master's disgusting interest, and even if she did, it was useless, and she had become a puppet, and she knew that she was powerless, and the only thing she could hope for was that the master would keep his promise.

Now, all she wanted to do was to fight with the holy spear in her hand, and continue the evenly matched battle just now until the result was reached.

"Ramlai."

With her calm call, he stepped into the realm of death with her, and the four hooves of the beloved horse who walked towards the wild hunt rolled up the magic like a storm, and then—

Rumble!!!

Like a train running on the tracks, its gray mane swayed in the wind, and the horse carried its master to the knight in front of him in a straight line.

Looking at the knight who rushed towards him, looking at this King Arthur, who was completely different from the chaotic memory and had a different breath, Lancelot roared, and pulled out the treasure from the hilt of the sword at his waist-

Sword in the Lake.

Looking at the longsword in Lancelot's hand, Lancer Artoria couldn't help but think of its name.

It is not one that has this title, but two.

Like the Sword of Victory of the Oath, which she rejected, the sword bestowed by the Elves of the Lake has the same origin.

Because of its common origin, its "tenacity" rivals that of the Sword of Victory of the Oath.

Lancer Artoria was able to see the inscription of the elven text on the sword.

The sword is characterized by its indestructible blade, which shines like a lake under the moon.

However, because Lancelot had used this sword to kill the Knight of the Round Table, the sword turned into a magic sword.

And, Lancer Artoria could clearly sense the threat of the sword to herself.

As for the reason, it is also very simple, this sword, knocked down the dragon.

In contrast to the white dragon as an enemy, the red dragon is a sacred beast that the Britons believe in.

And the king of Britain is the embodiment of the red dragon, or has the blood of the red dragon.

Whether it is her father, King Uther, or King Uther, or as the king of Britain, she has the blood of a red dragon because of this legend.

Even though her Red Dragon trait is lower than her other self, there is no doubt that this sword has the same restraining effect on her.

Her pale golden eyes revealed a sense of war, and she liberated the Noble Phantasm with a calm voice:

"Invisible Air - Liberation!" (Wind King Enchantment!) ）

With the cold and ruthless voice of the black knight, the treasure was liberated, and the storm was like countless sharp blades, wrapped around the black and red knight's spear in the black knight's hand, turning into a spiral—

The spiral-shaped storm burst out in an instant, turning into a wild wind beast and charging towards Lancelot.

“Strike Air！” (Wind King Hammer!) ）

The pavement was as brittle as cardboard under the claws of the raging wind beasts, and the buildings next to it were like pieces of thin paper, cracking in response to the impact of the storm.

And in the face of such an attack, Lancelot, who is a berserker, also roared and launched the Noble Phantasm:

"Aroundight!"