Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

The next moment, tentacles silently emerged from beside the two attackers, attempting to subdue them, but they completely missed.

The two attackers vanished from their spot in an instant, then reappeared five meters away.

"It's teleportation! Battle formation! Yui, you stay behind."

Everyone instantly formed a battle formation.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Tsukamoto Yakumo stood side by side at the front of the group, while Yui Yuigahama stood at the back with her head turned to the side and her ears perked up. The Awakened Ones, who possessed close combat abilities, surrounded Abigail and Kasumigaoka Utaha in the center of the group, while Yukino Yukinoshita served as a mobile support, hovering in a position neither too far forward nor too far back.

"The renowned Knights of the Round Table, how could you resort to such despicable tactics as sneak attacks? Do you have any respect for your loyalty? Do you have any respect for the holy swords in your hands?" Fujimaru Ritsuka rebuked them sternly, though she did not expect a reply, but merely wanted to test them.

Unexpectedly, the other party responded.

"Hmph... Knight of the Round Table? This body has never possessed any knightly honor." The melancholy man in deep purple armor actually spoke. He held up the dull and lifeless demonic sword in his hand, his expression stiff. "What a depraved person. Seducing other men's wives, murdering one's own people, committing unforgivable crimes, such heinous crimes, yet he still possesses my power, Lancelot."

"Oh? Isn't this something you did before? No wonder he was able to awaken your power?" The sun prince with pale golden hair gave a stiff laugh, stuck his silver holy sword into the ground, and said coldly, "I'm the one who should be heartbroken. My power was given to me by an incompetent guy, and I died a miserable death because of my irrationality. I couldn't even use my great power properly."

"Are you really talking about your own Awakened selves, or about your past lives?" Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, revealing the identities of the two attackers. "Sir Gawain, Sir Lancelot. Are you the real people?"

Lancelot remained silent, and Gawain continued, "That's right. The one who saved the world in the past, the Master of Chaldea. It's been too long since we last met in Jerusalem. But unfortunately, we are about to face each other again."

"Wait a minute, isn't there anything to discuss?"

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Gawain interrupted Fujimaru Ritsuka, scrutinizing him from head to toe. “If it were during the journey to save humanity, perhaps Lancelot would have cooperated with you to plead for the dead. But this time is different. We are here both to serve our king and for the judgment.”

They said there was nothing to talk about, but didn't they still quietly leak the news?

Fujimaru Ritsuka crossed her arms, somewhat bewildered: "Does the dead have the right to judge the living?"

"Ah, that's a good question, but we're not the ones initiating the trial." Gawain still had a forced smile, but Fujimaru Ritsuka knew that this expression was just a sign that his muscles were already necrotic, and had nothing to do with his own thoughts.

In a sense, this is the most poker face ever; you can't read anything from their faces at all.

Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to try to get more information out of us, Lancelot became impatient: "Enough with the small talk. If you want to build a relationship, beat us first. Take this Arondette first."

He raised the previously dull and lifeless demonic sword in his hand, and the chains binding the hilt and blade snapped open with a crash, slowly drooping down. Magical power surged forth like a vortex, concentrating on the man in the deep purple armor.

He plundered the magic in the atmosphere and the mana deep in the earth with a brutal and greedy attitude, and poured it into the holy sword in his hand without reservation.

In the dark labyrinth, even the light shining on the strange circuits on the walls had lost its brightness because the mana had been stolen.

Lancelot, with his unusual presence, became the center of attention at this moment, overwhelmingly confronting the Chaldea group.

The dull greatsword in his hand began to glow as magic was poured into it.

Wash away the dust and return to its original appearance, just like that night when the cold moonlight was reflected on the lake.

"Witness here the undying glory, [Arondette, the Undying Lake]!"

The cold moonlight filled the entire passageway, and Chaldea, bound by the labyrinth, had no space to hide.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes widened—this was a different kind of release than a certain nightmare game for unlucky players. Boiling and expanding magic power wrapped around that top-tier, dim holy sword, transforming into a light slash, and launching a light cannon attack in a manner similar to the release of Excalibur.

To be honest, it's difficult to deal with. The Chaldea companions aren't actually that good at beam cannons, but luckily we have new friends.

"Attila, my dog, we're here!"

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The powerful shout almost made Lancelot, who was unleashing his Noble Phantasm, flinch and miss his target.

But Tsukamoto Yakumo was prepared, because when the magic power was gathering on the other side, Fujimaru Ritsuka made a gesture to her with her hand behind her back.

That means the agreed-upon [unleashing the trump card].

Therefore, almost simultaneously, Attila had already raised the sword of the god of war in his hand.

The black and red hilt unfolded like a mechanical structure, as if a shackle had been released. The blade, constructed of three-colored beams of light, shimmered with a cold, piercing light like the passing of stars, and began to spin.

The winds of destruction began to gather, and the concept of struggle took shape. Magic gathered in the air, transforming into a dazzling rainbow of light.

Holding the Sword of the War God at shoulder height, Tsukamoto Yakumo revealed the same indifferent expression as the Yusei warrior who destroyed civilization: "Without destroying life, but shattering civilization, this is the [Sword of the War God]!"

Transforming into a rainbow storm that destroys everything, Tsukamoto Yakumo flashed past Fujimaru Ritsuka, colliding head-on with her like the cold moonlight.

Without a deafening roar, in the clash between storm and moonlight, all sound and light vanished. The fluctuating magic even caused a slight distortion in the indestructible labyrinth walls, offering the highest tribute to the crystallization of the world and civilization.

"This is a light cannon!" Fujimaru Ritsuka drooled.

Strictly speaking, among the Chaldea members, only Yui Yuigahama's [Heavenly Demon Rain] can be considered a beam cannon, but her attacks are somewhat scattered, and since it's not used by her personally, she would definitely lose if she faced Lancelot's beam cannon head-on.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's [Mugen Kenshin] is, strictly speaking, nothing more than a wide-range slash that clashes with a beam cannon. Unless you can guarantee that one slash will reverse the beam cannon and cut Lancelot to pieces, it's just a weakling.

As for the other three, let's not even mention them. So, the only one who can match their power is Tsukamoto Yakumo.

A silent, roaring storm of magic disrupted everything. Fujimaru Ritsuka shielded his face with his hand, squinted at the situation, and then drew his Twilight Muramasa.

Tsukamoto Yakumo's momentum had been suppressed, but the opposing light cannon had also been almost completely neutralized. She was squeezing out her remaining magic power, and the War God's Sword in her hand was slowly losing its luster. She bit her lower lip, feeling she couldn't hold on any longer, but she believed her comrades would return to help her.

Clang.

A flash of light, the crimson flames of the slash completely dissipating the last vestiges of the attack before Tsukamoto Yakumo. Fujimaru Ritsuka, standing beside Tsukamoto Yakumo, abruptly spoke: "So, are you going to continue? Won't you let me witness the magnificent holy sword of the Sun Knight?"

Lancelot, panting, slammed the Arondale he was holding heavily on the ground, clearly resentful. But he didn't use the Holy Sword again; it seemed even this single beam of light was too much of a burden for him.

Gawain, his face darkening at the provocation, held his silver holy sword horizontally in front of him: "Honorable Savior, are you challenging the Knights of the Round Table? Even now, after barely managing to block Lord Lancelot's Noble Phantasm?"

“Ah, of course. After all, I let him gather magical power to unleash his Noble Phantasm.” Fujimaru Ritsuka stared intently at the two Knights of the Round Table, a smug smile on her face. “Although it was because of this that I discovered your weakness.”

Was it a bluff? Or had she really figured something out? Gawain was a little unsure of Fujimaru Ritsuka's intentions. Thinking about this, he tentatively asked, "Oh? Aren't you worried that you'll attack but be stopped by me, and then get completely hit by Lord Lancelot's Noble Phantasm at close range?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled, thinking to herself, "Isn't this obvious? That guy over there clearly has another close-range slash, [Over-Heavy Lake Light]. If he really breaks through your gorilla's blockade, he'll probably be cut in two with a single slash."

However, he simply said with a mysterious expression, "Your strength... doesn't seem like that of a Servant. If I'm not mistaken, it's only slightly higher than the original owner's magical power, right?"

"More than 50% stronger? No, it should only be 10% or 20%, right? That's barely enough to suppress Tsukamoto-kun's Noble Phantasm." Fujimaru Ritsuka laughed rather brazenly, scanning them up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. "Besides, it seems like their physical vitality is only maintained by magical energy, isn't it?"

Gawain remained silent, looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka's golden eyes, and suddenly realized: "It's the Mystic Eyes, huh? Very impressive. It can even see through our weakened state, can it? You magicians are really annoying."

For no apparent reason, he thought of a certain white-haired bastard, and the veins on his sword-wielding hand bulged.

“Gao Wenqing,” Lancelot said calmly.

“Hmph... I know, Lord Lancelot.” Gawain answered the question coldly, then gave Fujimaru Ritsuka a deep look. “For now, consider yourselves lucky.”

As they spoke, their figures slowly disappeared from the spot like phantoms, leaving no one else in front of the spacious corridor.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stared in disbelief, glancing back at everyone. He saw only deep confusion on their faces and began to question his own existence: "Wait, why did you come over, unleash a barrage of attacks, and then run away? Do you think you're villains from some Trails game? Always saying things like 'You're lucky today'? Yuanfang, what do you think?"

Yukino Yukinoshita replied unhappily, "Don't look at me as I call other people's names. Yuanfang is that girl's name?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was momentarily speechless, unsure how to respond. Oh no, what if she unintentionally used a tired joke and got retaliated with one?

Seeing his discomfitured expression, everyone couldn't help but chuckle. Only Tsukamoto Yakumo looked around at his teammates, puzzled: "Eh~ So Fujimaru-san is someone who's always flirting and hasn't been caught yet? What a jerk, what a disgrace to civilization."

"Don't label me without my permission. By the way, why did you move away? Were you serious about taking that half-step back?" Fujimaru Ritsuka felt hurt; her status in Chaldea was declining day by day.

Kasumigaoka Utaha watched Fujimaru Ritsuka's antics with amusement when suddenly the parasol in her hand began to vibrate. Her expression changed drastically: "Oh no! I know where they went. It seems they went after our previous prisoners."

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Fujimaru Ritsuka was taken aback for a moment, then quickly asked, "What's going on?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't explain immediately, but instead stuck the tip of her parasol into the ground and opened it.

The inner lining of the deep purple silk umbrella was blue silk. Under Shi Yu's incantation, it began to ripple like a lake, transforming into a reflection of the distant scenery.

They spotted Hachiman Hikigaya and his group. Hachiman Hikigaya was crushing the amulet in his hand, then roared as he raised his wooden sword and charged forward to block the two Knights of the Round Table who were like tigers among sheep.

"Before leaving, I gave Mr. Hachiman Hikigaya a protective amulet for alarm purposes. I just wanted to be on the safe side, but I didn't expect it to come in handy." Utaha couldn't bear to watch as the team heading to the ground was being driven back by Gawain and Lancelot.

However, they seemed to have held back, or perhaps they didn't want to go to too much trouble, and simply used their holy swords to break through the protective force field of the unfamiliar superhumans, leaving them severely injured and unable to resist.

The Knights of the Round Table swept through the crowd like a whirlwind, sending figures flying one by one. Only Machio Naruzo, Totsuka Saika, and Hikigaya Hachiman managed to hold off the onslaught. But in the next moment, an impatient Gawain tossed his holy sword high into the air, summoning the power of the sun. A corona-like slash instantly crippled everyone.

Then the image seemed to be interfered with, and the picture began to break; they only managed to see one last image:

The Knights of the Round Table, who did not finish off the wounded, stepped over the people lying on the ground and slowly walked toward the unconscious, bound Bedivere.

"Hiss...they're all stuck at home, I hope they're alright?" Yui looked at her close friends falling in front of the Knights of the Round Table with immense worry.

Kasumigaoka Utaha picked up the umbrella that could no longer reflect the distant scene and comforted Yuigahama Yui: "Wait a moment, let's contact Mr. Hachiman again. I tried leaving him a communication tool. But to avoid the Knights of the Round Table discovering our communication, let's wait for Hachiman and the others to automatically communicate."

Fujimaru Ritsuka bit her nails, clearly annoyed: "That's all we can do. It'll take us several hours to get back anyway. We don't mind waiting for ten minutes or so."

Silence temporarily dominated the space of the corridor, as everyone anxiously awaited news from afar, while taking out potions to replenish their physical strength and magic power.

Ding.

The small sound was especially noticeable in the otherwise quiet space.

Shi Yu took out a glowing mirror from her bosom and gently placed it on the ground. Everyone gathered around and sat down.

On the mirror, Hachiman Hikigaya's dejected and pale face was revealed. He coughed up blood and spoke with difficulty: "Hey, my friend, and the other Chaldea friends, are you still alive?"

"That's the line we wanted to say, my friend Penguin! You're still alive!" Fujimaru Ritsuka finally felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.

"We won't die anytime soon, but who knows later. If a few big guys suddenly appear in this supposedly safe passage where no monsters appear, then we'll just become fertilizer." Hachiman Hikigaya, dragging his heavily injured body, still spouted nonsense.

Before anyone could answer, he pulled out a vial of potion and poured it into his mouth, mumbling a complaint: "When those two guys in flashy armor showed up, I thought you guys had been beaten up too. It's good that you're alright."

"You guys... are really weak. How could more than twenty people be completely outmatched by just two people?" Fujimaru Ritsuka thought for a moment, but still felt something was off.

Based on the power levels of the previous direct confrontation between Tsukamoto Yakumo and Lancelot, they shouldn't theoretically be that strong. So why did Hachiman and the others seem to be forced to their knees in less than ten minutes?

"The Knights of the Round Table have no sportsmanship! They tricked us, they ambushed us weary travelers!" Hachiman Hikigaya gritted his teeth, coughing up blood as he protested. "We were less than an hour from the exit, there was nothing to cover for miles around, and just when we were relaxing, they suddenly appeared in the middle of the group. In one fell swoop, they split the weakened team apart, making it impossible for us to coordinate. How are we supposed to fight?"

He began to recount the battle that had just taken place, and everyone understood the situation.

Using their teleportation abilities, the Knights of the Round Table cut into the center of the group. With their years of experience and keen insight, they disrupted the makeshift team's coordination, dividing the battlefield into several strategically advantageous positions. Finally, they used their Noble Phantasms to crush the remaining resistance fighters. Afterwards, they hastily rescued Bedivere and departed.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stroked her chin and suddenly spoke up: "Hachiman, you seemed to have exchanged a few blows with two people just now. Which one do you think is stronger?"

"Gawain. Lancelot seems to be assisting him in the battle."

"After they freed Bedivere from his restraints, did they awaken him? How did they leave?"

Hachiman Hikigaya thought for a moment: "Bedwell doesn't seem to have woken up. He was carried away by Lancelot. They left on foot."

Fujimaru Ritsuka breathed a sigh of relief: "It still has weaknesses."

Everyone, including Hachiman Hikigaya on the other side of the mirror, immediately perked up their ears and looked at Ritsuka Fujimaru.

Without hesitation, he began to analyze his thoughts: "During the previous standoff, you all must have felt that Lancelot and Gawain posed roughly the same threat to us, right?"