Saber, the young Knight King Artoria, cast an eager look at Natsume, a mad look desperate for victory.

He understands that now she needs a spell to win the final victory for herself!

As long as his command is to give up the pain and do his best, Saber can ignore the physical pain and exert the maximum strength in his body until the body dies.

If he ordered her to teleport to the Holy Grail, then she would be able to get out of this extremely disadvantageous position. You may also be able to take down the enemy Archer directly above you by wielding the 'Sword of Victory of the Oath' with precision without damaging the Holy Grail. This is the power of the mantra, the power that leads to victory.

With the permission of both the Master and the Servant, the Command can be accomplished, no matter how impossible. Saber now placed everything on this last hope, because it was the only one that could bring about a shocking reversal of the situation.

But she saw that the man had stretched out his right hand.

His gaze fell on the back of his right hand, and Saber's eyes widened in surprise, and his sword-wielding hands trembled for a moment.

The spell that was meant to be the symbol of the Master disappeared for no apparent reason, and Saber knew that his Master had not used up all the spells, but he was gone, and something erased from the back of his hand.

For...... Saber's words were forced to stop halfway through, and even Archer, who had been putting on a high posture, couldn't understand the situation.

Natsume walked forward, and through this staircase he could walk to Saber.

It's on the way up this staircase. With every step of the way, a piece of armor will appear on Natsume's body.

Helmets, neck guards, breastplates, back armor, waist armor, hip guards, crown plates, knee armor, shin guards, boots, swords, the off-white full suit of armor completely envelops the body, making a crisp crashing sound as you walk.

"Bugs. You're ...... too."

"Heroic Spirit?!"

Saber took a few steps back, and the Sword of Oath Victory, which covered the Wind King's barrier, was aimed at Natsume.

Placing the broadsword at his side, Natsume said, pointing to the Holy Grail, which was originally part of Alice Phil's body

"Starting with summoning all the Heroic Spirits, all of this is just a hoax."

Unlike those world lines, the Holy Grail of this world has clearly deviated from all normal paths.

In addition to being tainted by the 'malice of the world', the Great Chalice is accompanied by the Little Grail. After collecting a large number of Heroic Spirits, the former summoned Natsume to this world as a Heroic Spirit through the bridge of the Apocalypse.

And the Holy Grail itself covered up this incident, so that Natsume's identity has been hidden until now.

From the beginning. The wish of the Holy Grail was automatically granted, that is, to summon Natsume, capture the Holy Grail, and destroy the Holy Grail.

This is to take malice to the extreme. After distorting the facts. Disgust with oneself.

So, all this is a foreshadowing to bring the Holy Grail War to an end.

Good and evil, right and wrong, are just a dream that will drown in the torrent.

Immortals and humans are all mortals, and the pursuit of the Holy Grail is nothing more than the fulfillment of a once-unfulfilled wish.

In front of the three of them, in the center of the Holy Grail on a high platform, from the inside spread out the silt embodied by malice.

"That's ......!"

Filled with black mud with the curse of one of the 'evils of all the world'. It has the power to destroy all life, at this moment. Just like half of the waterfall falling from the top of the civic hall.

Archer, standing in the audience on the first floor, could not find a way out of this baptism.

"This ...... This is......!? ”

The raging black waves swept away the golden servant that could not be done. No, it's not just swept away. The moment he came into contact with the black mud, he was gone. Archer's body was disintegrated and absorbed by the black mud in the blink of an eye, becoming one with the raging mudflow.

Tsunami-like black mud engulfed the first-floor auditorium, and Natsume and Saber, who were standing below, annotated it all.

The cursed waterfall that fell from the sky did not stop, and the black mud poured out of the buildings through the entrance of the guild hall and spread out to the surrounding neighborhoods.

And so, the killing began.

So, Natsume and Saber were wrapped together, and the two were covered by black mud, stained with 'malice', and disappeared into the present world.

Mordred, this is the identity that Natsume borrowed in this world, not because this man has an important place in the legend of King Arthur, nor because he has the ancient Sword of Inheritance, but because Mordred is the son of rebellion.

In the past, when King Arthur went out to Brittany to capture Lancelot, he entrusted all the affairs of Camelot's country to Mordred, but what he didn't expect was that Mordred took the opportunity to betray King Arthur, not only usurped Arthur's throne, controlled the entire Camelot, and even coerced Queen Guinevere to marry him.

When King Arthur heard the news, he hurried back to Camelot, and the two men fought a life-and-death battle of the sword fence near Salisbury (Battle of Camran). Most of the Knights of the Round Table, including Mordred, were killed in the battle.

And this battle also announced the end of King Arthur's golden age.

If you want to win the Holy Grail and advance in the black mud, you can only keep your heart and the strongest king.

So does the girl in front of her have such qualifications?

The black mud of the Holy Grail continues to flow, and the power that destroys everything continues to spread, but the Holy Grail can still grant wishes.

Even if it is done by distorting the wish and using it, the Knight King continues to pursue, pursuing the dream of changing the past.

The sky overhead was blood-red, the corpses of knights and blood-stained banners were piled up underfoot, the wind howled, and the blown flags fluttered.

The smell of blood filled the battlefield, and the armor of both sides changed, as if it had been contaminated by this war.

Saber's silver armor was a little tattered, his dress was splattered with blood, and his golden hair, which had been tied up on his head, was scattered and fluttering in the wind.

Natsume's gray-white armor was covered with knife cuts and bloodstains, and the helmet on his head had long since disappeared, leaving only a sea of drift floating on his forehead.

A gust of wind blew, and Saber looked at her surroundings and the dead knights on the ground, the pungent smell in her nose sobering her up considerably.

The Wind King's enchantment and the aura around her attracted each other, and the ground that the blade touched made her realize.

"Kamlan."

The Knight King walks to the place where he ends.

"You Are ......" (To be continued......