Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

nod.

"But after the battle started on Hachiman's side, Gawain and Lancelot were mainly focused on the former, so I suspect that their mana supply was insufficient. After Lancelot used up his Noble Phantasm, he needed to conserve his energy. Similarly, the reason why Gawain didn't join the battle just now, besides worrying that we wouldn't be able to finish us off within an hour so that Bedivere could leave the Demon Cave, was probably also because teleportation consumes a lot of mana."

He continued to express his thoughts, though in a question, with a strong tone of certainty: "Then they must have the ability to observe the situation in the Spirit Tomb Albion, otherwise they wouldn't have so coincidentally pointed to Hachiman Hikigaya's itinerary, although the possibility of an inside job cannot be ruled out. But the instantaneous teleportation thing must have required a huge amount of magical power to do."

Yukino's eyes lit up: "The reason you asked about the Knights of the Round Table's departure was to confirm the amount of magic power they expended?"

"Yeah, that's right. So shouldn't we take the risk and do something?" Fujimaru Ritsuka's reckless impulse was stirring.

"Advance or ambush?" Shiyu asked thoughtfully.

“Only children make choices; I want them all.” Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her fist, smiling with a leopard-like air. “Let’s try to push forward. Otherwise, if we don’t reach the entrance to the next level, they’ll definitely rest and recover their magic before coming back for us. But then, we can consider launching an ambush.”

He looked at Abigail with a serious expression—only an ambush can bring out our Joker.

121. The Husky Infiltrates a Wolf Pack (Discounted, Please Subscribe)

Amidst the endless ruins, scattered objects offer a glimpse into the grandeur of this once-mighty city. The abandoned workshops, too, seem to reveal the wisdom, and perhaps even the cruelty, of the magicians from beyond.

The specimens protected by the magical incantations that are still strangely in operation, the manuscripts filled with inhuman and immoral acts, and the props made with unclean energy all testify to how terrible and arrogant the city was once dominated by.

Gawain understood that the will and spirit of these people had never gone away; they were gradually inherited by those on earth who pursued desire and power. Otherwise, how could his colleague's tragedy have occurred? Otherwise, how could there be the possibility of our king descending to cleanse the world in accordance with the Lord's will?

So, he understands the king's thoughts, that must be right... right?

"Gao Wenqing, is this enough? Take a rest." His companion interrupted his thoughts.

Gawain didn't look over, but silently nodded, put Bedwell on the ground, and rested quietly.

He didn't want to talk to Lancelot any longer, and the other man had no intention of continuing the conversation. They shared the same thought.

He hated that the other side had abducted the queen, marking a turning point in the reign of the ever-victorious king. The other side must also have hated him for refusing to accept aid, leading to the downfall of the Round Table monarchs.

Ah, knights who were guilty in life, what knightly glory can they have in death?

The two exchanged a cryptic glance, their expressions utterly cold, no better than those of enemies.

At this moment, Bedivere, lying on the ground, let out a soft groan. He finally awoke from the Chaldean sorcery, opened his eyes, and looked at them, somewhat confused: "Where...are we? What...are we supposed to do?"

Gawain frowned and rebuked, "Sir Bedivere, what blatant disrespect! Has it been too long since you've experienced a battlefield?"

The beautiful knight held her head, recalling with slight pain: "I... I don't remember very clearly. It seems that the female sorcerer's magic affected my mind."

Gawain's expression softened slightly, and Lancelot chimed in, "Indeed. Strange spells can affect the mind and soul, so let's not be so harsh on Bedivere."

With a sigh, Gawain decided not to dwell on Bedivere's slightly subpar performance. He had no right to criticize Bedivere, after all, the man was the loyal knight who had accompanied his lord to the very end, and had also maintained good relationships with others at the Round Table.

So Gawain patiently said, "Although Lord Bedivere was captured, Chaldea's strength is indeed formidable. In addition, you have only recently awakened from the corpses, and your strength is far from recovered."

Bedivere lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. No one could see his expression, but he must have been filled with regret. Gawain shook his head and patted him on the shoulder: "There's no need to worry for now. Our king's palace is well-guarded. There's no need to worry that our rescue of Your Excellency will allow someone to take advantage of the situation."

Bedivere remained buried in his arms, his voice slightly muffled: "But... I remember our magic power is far less than it was in life, and it can't compare to our Servant state. Was it worth wasting so much magic power to save me?"

Gawain chuckled, as if he'd heard the absurd joke of "King Arthur eating little," and shook his head. "Oh, Bedivere," he said, "how can we abandon our companion and let you be taken out of Albion's Tomb? Besides..."

He paused, then said, "We are the foundation of our King's upcoming ascension ceremony. How can we be taken away?"

In front of his companion, Gawain spoke candidly about private matters. He was unaware that his companion's face, buried in his arms, was covered in cold sweat.

Bedivere—no, Violet—couldn't quite keep her expression in check and had to cover her face to avoid looking guilty.

Who would understand this?

She'd never heard of any of this! What's going on?

After waking up inexplicably, my former companion looked at me with an expression that said, "How could you not know about our mission?" Didn't we just receive the mission to go to the Spirit Tomb to increase the revenue of the British treasury? How come things have suddenly changed so much?

She had wanted to ask some more questions, but she sensed too many strange things, and...

"Ugh..." A jumble of memories surged violently from her mind. She tried to hold back her cries, but she couldn't help but let out a low moan.

Gawain sighed, then magically produced a box of self-heating food from his pocket. Presenting it to his companion with a gentle smile, he said, "You're still not fully recovered, huh? Here, have some mashed potatoes. Ah, although this world is a mess, I have to commend them for having military rations like instant mashed potatoes. They deserve praise for that."

Lancelot glanced at the self-heating food with a grim face, but still tried to persuade his fellow countryman, Bedivere: "Although this stuff tastes even worse than Gawain's mashed potatoes, you should still eat some to replenish your magic. The bodies we inhabit are not completely dead; they can still digest and convert magic."

Violet struggled to process the memories in her mind. Prompted by a voice deep within her, she took the self-heating mashed potatoes, expertly heated them up, and began to eat—the taste was truly awful, as unpleasant as the flavors she had experienced in the army. However, she needed it to regain her strength; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to handle the events to come.

Violet seemed to have pieced together her memories; she vaguely remembered what Bedivere had done through her body. Was her awakening truly due to the help of that black-stockinged girl with the parasol?

Furthermore, what Bedwell seemed to be saying to himself also seemed to give her a hint.

She looked at Gawain and Lancelot, and at the almost imperceptible red glow in their eyes, and understood something.

Gawain and Lancelot also took out food, ate a simple meal, and rested for a while until their magic was restored. Gawain then stood up and clapped his hands: "Well then, gentlemen... no, ladies and gentlemen. We're ready to set off. Hopefully, our Chaldean friends will give the little guy we left behind a good beating, otherwise how will they make up for our expended energy?"

"Let's go, crush them, and then await our queen's awakening, offering our bones and flesh for her great cause!"

"Teleport back?"

"Stop fooling around, save your mana, otherwise it will be difficult to leave Chaldea behind, so of course we'll walk."

Violet fell silent. As a villainous executive, wouldn't it be a bit low to walk back?

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Terrifying demons emerged from the shadows. They were clad in jet-black warrior armor, their faces covered with hideous masks resembling demons, eerie soul fires burning in the gaps, and sharp longswords slicing through flesh with ferocious roars.

On the other side, however, lay a mirror-like reflection. They were knights clad in full plate armor far beyond their age, wielding massive shields bearing red dragon emblems in one hand and sharp, heavy greatswords in the other with superhuman strength. The knights were imbued with a divine aura, yet this aura subtly mingled with the foulness, without any apparent conflict.

They attacked in droves, from the left and right. The knights created by the gods rolled in with overwhelming force, while the warriors created by the gods aimed their vicious blades at flesh and blood.

But these are still just minor troubles in the face of Chaldea.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's Twilight Village is like a kitchen knife that cuts through the gaps in the armor and plate armor of a giant bull, and at times it burns the monsters with the flames on its blade.

Yakumo Tsukamoto's War God Sword could destroy almost anything it touched. Yukino toyed with her opponent, who was not clumsy at all, with the movements of a dancer. Yui simply used her supernatural powers and bewitching eyes alternately to restrain the opponent's movements together with Utaha.

And Abigail? Sometimes she smashes armor with her tentacles, turning offenders into pancakes; sometimes she lets Noshu and Tarul transform into thin shadows, slipping through gaps to feast on them; sometimes she summons amorphous things to shred enemies from the inside.

While the Knights of the Round Table were still on foot in the distance, they had already cleared all the paths leading to the next level of the labyrinth.

Looking at the strange seal that was lit up at the destination, Fujimaru Ritsuka first showed an expression that everything was as expected, and then looked around.

Yukino, watching his actions, asked curiously, "Fujimaru, what's wrong with you?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka, having taken Twilight Muramasa into his mutated magic workshop, felt quite uncomfortable: "Ah... Generally speaking, shouldn't there be some powerful monsters guarding this place? Like dragons, Hydras, giant magical boars, or mechanical Elijahs from the Fantasy Species?"

"The last one is obviously wrong, you know."

Tsukamoto Yakumo sighed and said calmly, "Didn't we say before that there are big guys down there that even monsters feel threatened? Then these powerful monsters you mentioned have no reason not to run away, right? There should be very few that are killed and enslaved. It's like in a tiger's territory, very few carnivores dare to stay and steal food."

What you said makes so much sense, I'm speechless.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was speechless for a moment, so she ran over to join Utaha in asking, "Kasumigaoka, have you figured anything out from your research on this thing?"

What blocked their way to the next level was a large door forged from intricate patterns of light. It seemed to only block one direction, but no matter how they tried to go around to the side, they would always only see the front of the door.

The gate has a strange shape, like a book with its cover closed. The patterns on it are complex and abstract, but the main body is composed of four objects surrounding seven marks in the center, with some markings that look like Latin script.

Kasumigaoka Utaha shook her head in distress, indicating her helplessness: "This is clearly unrelated to the Eastern Yin-Yang system. I only have a guess."

Yukino also leaned closer to look, somewhat unsure: "I know a little Latin, this script looks similar, but it's not..."

“These are Ancient Greek words. κατακτηστε Conquest, σφαγη Slaughter, Λιμο? Famine, θανατο? Death.” Tsukamoto Yakumo read the words aloud one by one, drawing a crowd of attention. She tilted her head. “Attila, she lived in Rome for a while and received an education in Ancient Greek.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave Tsukamoto Yakumo a thumbs-up, smiling faintly, simply happy to have been of help.

However, the mystery has now been solved. In the Book of Revelation in the Bible, there is a related account—the scrolls guarded by the four seraphim on the throne of the God they worship are sealed with seven seals.

With each mark unveiled, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse appears, bringing a harbinger of judgment to the world, while the last three marks definitively announce the arrival of judgment.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are named after conquest, slaughter, famine, and death.

"Imagine setting up a seal like in a post-apocalyptic apocalypse to protect the passage to the next level, is that even a good idea?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked Kasumigaoka Utaha uncertainly, her head throbbing. "Even if we can break the seal, do you think we should do it this way?"

Shi Yu rolled her eyes at him, strongly disagreeing: "According to legend, opening the Doomsday Apocalypse Book seems a bit unlucky. I'll make a copy of it first."

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately stopped her. Time was of the essence. If they arrived at the second level from the ruined city in the same amount of time, two hours would be enough for Gawain and the others to return without any obstacles. They had already spent almost 30 minutes clearing away the monsters blocking their way. If Kasumigaoka Utaha were to come and re-engrav the seal, it seemed a bit too late.

Shi Yu understood this as well, and was slightly troubled. For someone who had even a little knowledge of spells, this kind of powerful sealing technique was impossible to study. It was like pouring out a drunkard's Moutai, burning Grandet's IOU, or making an experienced driver ride in a kindergarten bus.

However, she reluctantly agreed, as she still needed to set aside time and energy to create a restrictive trap.

But I still really want it!

Shiyu's eyes were filled with desire as she casually glanced at Yui, who was sitting on the ground.

Ms. Yui Yuigahama, who had just happily played around with soy sauce, was sitting on the ground resting contentedly. Suddenly, she felt a huge shadow cast upon her face.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked down at her, her eyes filled with a mixture of embarrassment and longing: "Um, Yui-san, I heard you have amazing computing skills, is that right?"

"Uh, sort of. Is it to help prepare for the battle later?" Yui Yuigahama, being a bit of a slacker, felt a little guilty for being caught slacking off and quickly took the initiative to speak.

Shi Yu's eyes lit up, and she pulled a crystal ball from her bosom...

A moment later, Yui numbly activated her high-speed computing ability and tediously entered the sealing pattern into the crystal ball.

She glanced at the group of people who were enthusiastically discussing how to plan the ambush, and felt a pang of sadness.

Chapter 122: Violet's First Mole

Happiness belongs to them, and I have nothing—that's what Yui Yuigahama thought.

Violet felt the same way.

Even when eating military instant rations, they still stood up straight, displaying both the elegance of nobility and the decisiveness of soldiers.

After replenishing their food, they carefully rested and restored their magic power before setting off towards the vein corridor.

They even discussed how to deal with the enemy in advance; all of these things made Violet, who came from a military background, feel very reassured...

No, I think I'm on their opposite side.

His former colleagues were long gone, and only the consciousness of his Spirit Origin remained in his remaining body. All his actions were aimed at [protecting the monarch] and [executing Judgment Day].

"Oh dear, Lord Bedivere, you haven't spoken for so long. Do you perhaps have some grievance against us?" Lancelot's violet eyes looked over, making Violet's heart tighten.

Did this person realize something?

However, based on her own impressions, Violet naturally took the correct approach: "The two of you are the ones who have the authority to discuss battle strategies, so why should I question you?"

Lancelot's eyes sharpened, as did Gawain's.