I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

"Ha, perfect target..."

Atalanta was crouching on the roof of a house in the distance.

She was like a lioness gazing at her prey...

The arrows shot forth with chilling killing intent, and his emerald-green eyes, like jewels, were devoid of any emotion.

Atalanta was on standby to snipe, having received orders from Duve.

It now appears that she has captured Chiron.

Morgan's condensed and compressed dark green magic gun emitted a burst of light, drawing a straight line in the air as if cutting through space.

Boom!

A third of the castle was shattered by the magic spear.

The magic spear flew over the castle and crashed into the mountains outside the city, instantly destroying half of the hill.

Chiron was affected by the impact of the magic spear.

He landed on the ground, the burns from the magic spear and the sudden attack of arrows had almost completely destroyed his left arm.

Only temporary healing magic can alleviate the symptoms.

However, this is far from over.

A shimmering azure light descended from the distant sky, its blade striking Chiron with supersonic speed.

"Well!"

Chiron quickly jumped to the side.

Bang--!!

The blade grazed him almost to the side, cutting deep ravines into the ground within a ten-meter radius.

Stone chips flew through the air.

Chiron could lose his life if he was not careful in dealing with the continuous offensive.

"...She's also a Servant from the Red Team, right?"

Chiron raised his right hand, assuming a fighting stance.

With his left arm crippled, he, as an archer, had lost the ability to draw his bow.

At present, we can only engage the enemy in close combat.

The figure gradually became clearer in the smoke and dust, and along with the appearance, a sweet, emotionless voice was also revealed.

“I am Lancelot, the Fairy Knight. You, the followers of the Pan-Human History, have only two paths to choose from: death or capture.”

Melusin wore a mask with rose patterns.

The technologically advanced armor possesses immense magical power, and its petite body exudes a dragon-like aura.

The bloodstains on both arms, once stained with blood, had long since dried.

No one knows how many lives she had taken on her way here.

...divide...line...

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Chapter Seventeen: Real Name, Disguise Unfolds! [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Do you call me a follower of pan-human history?

This was the first question that came to Chiron's mind.

Why does the other person address him that way?

The masked woman calls herself "Fairy Knight Lancelot".

Could it be directly related to Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table in the Arthurian legend?

It's inherently untrustworthy to directly reveal one's real name to another person.

These problems arose in Chiron's mind.

However, the current situation did not allow him to continue to think deeply.

"Heh, I'm really sorry, but I am a responsible servant and I won't let myself be captured so easily."

Chiron said, feigning composure.

He was actually aware of his poor condition; if a fight were to break out here, he would probably only be able to hold out for a few rounds.

In addition, he was unaware of the enemy's intelligence.

It's hard to say how long they can hold on.

"Confirming the enemy servant's answer. Since you don't want to become a prisoner, then die by my sword."

Melusine had no intention of saying more.

Du Wei's orders to her were to use various means to force the enemy Black Faction Servants to come out of the castle and fight.

Wang Yang was as calm as a lake, as transparent as the autumn wind, yet the murderous blade in her hand exuded a deadly aura.

Suddenly, the sharp blade pierced towards Chiron's head.

Realizing this in time, he quickly turned his head and reached out to try and grab the other person for hand-to-hand combat.

They missed!

Just as Chiron reached out his hand, Melusin vanished from sight.

No, it didn't disappear, it just happened too fast.

Chiron then realized that the enemy's movement patterns were impossible to track, and their mobility was far beyond his ability to keep up.

"Go, Aaron Dett!"

Melusine's sword sheaths popped out of their blades.

The sword tip was locked onto Chiron's chest.

Arondette is the Noble Phantasm of Lancelot, a Knight of the Round Table; it is the true name of the holy sword, Lake of Light.

Melusine, who received a title from Morgan.

Naturally, one could use a disguised Noble Phantasm like Bagst.

"Real name, disguise unfolds."

The crystal-clear lake reflects the moonlight. Sink! [The Unknown Immaculate Lake Light (Innocence.Aroundight)]!!

Aetheric magic sprayed out from behind.

Melusine raised her hands, pointing the tip of her sword at Chiron.

Like a roaring, surging wave, it rapidly approaches the enemy target at a speed far beyond human comprehension.

Unavoidable, and impossible to defend against.

If you get hit, death is the only outcome.

"Drink!"

At the critical moment, a dark figure fell from the sky, raising his greatsword to become a shield in front of Chiron.

This person was none other than Siegfried, who was also a follower of the Black Faction.

Melusine hadn't expected anyone else to get involved.

But this did not stop her from continuing to use her Noble Phantasm to attack.

Siegfried chose to withstand the Noble Phantasm head-on.

Although Arondette in Melusine's hands is a sword, she actually uses it as a gun.

Arondette is a weapon born from Melusin's body.

Made with magic and skin.

While its damage output isn't particularly high, its turnaround rate is absolutely top-tier.

The sword vanishes the moment it is drawn, so you must strike at that exact moment to eliminate your enemy.

In fact, you can just treat it as a point-blank shooting exercise.

This is very convenient for Melusine.

The clash of swords.

Siegfried successfully received the Noble Phantasm head-on.

"Has it been defeated...?"

Siegfried's gaze shifted to his own chest.