Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Violet tightened her fingers behind her back, already prepared herself—she'd been exposed, had no choice but to strike first.

"She was truly a woman as beautiful as a blooming violet, what a pity..."

"what?"

"Although I despise Lord Lancelot, this is the only matter that I share your sentiment. Why is Lord Bedivere inside?"

Violet stared blankly at the two men pounding their chests and stamping their feet—this was even more sudden than her companion being possessed by an ancient hero. Were these great figures from history books and legends really like this?

Lancelot, looking utterly miserable, clung to Gawain's shoulder and sighed, "I'm starting to understand why Lord Bedivere rarely spoke before. Every word he uttered was like trying to turn us gay."

Gawain even rubbed his chest a few times like a gorilla: "Don't even mention Lord Lancelot. As far as I remember, Lord Bedivere's body still had magnificent armor at this time. I can only be thankful that he has always kept his armor, otherwise I would have bent over even faster."

Violet felt an itch even in her fleshless prosthetic limbs; it was a sensation even more intense than the phantom pain.

"Hahaha, Lord Bedivere doesn't usually have this kind of sour face. He usually just smiles and flashes his silver arm... Wait, don't actually do it." Gawain saw Violet raising her hand with a forced smile and had no choice but to beg for mercy.

"Too late. You two colleagues who spend your days philandering and tarnishing the reputation of the Knights of the Round Table." Violet only stopped after giving the two great heroes a stern lecture, feeling satisfied.

Lancelot, his body bruised and battered, winked at Violet, "Feeling better now? Well, at least you've regained some of your former butler skills. Tell me, rather than being bothered by your gender, you're probably just upset about what's coming next, aren't you?"

He gave a wry smile, brushed the dust off his shoulder armor, and led the way toward the Vein Corridor: "The initiation of Judgment Day was not caused by us, but by the people of this world, a phenomenon guided by the world's consciousness. We only need to be good knights of the king and do our duty."

Violet opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but remained silent.

Gawain patted her on the shoulder: "I know you think that we knights should not bring about the end of the world's weak beings, but cleaning up the surface and destroying civilizations is the idea of ​​all beings and the world."

Violet wanted to shout in her heart that something was wrong, but the facts she obtained through her Spirit Origin seemed to confirm that this was indeed the case.

Deep within the demon's lair, King Arthur Pendragon will ascend to become a great red dragon, guiding the Day of Judgment and purifying evil.

They, symbolizing the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, are one of the keys to the Grand Ritual. It seems the only reason he was able to awaken was because he still had a breath left, while the two opposite him were already corpses.

From the corpse, the spirit base governs the remaining body. Such a miracle of resurrection seems to be only possible with the support of the world.

Deep within Violet's spirit origin, pale threads shimmering with red light interfered with her thoughts, causing her to unconsciously lean towards the two Knights of the Round Table and develop a sense of agreement with their words.

But it was only a slight sense of recognition. The violet-clad girl did not completely deny her belief in being a soldier and a weapon of death to protect the country. She was waiting for the right opportunity to come.

Violet followed after him.

The Vein Corridor was very quiet, with only occasional glimpses of disappearing monster remains, which drew attention.

She couldn't help but feel anxious: those rebellious fellows, why are they so unwise! Couldn't they have avoided the enemy even slightly? What was the point of wasting so much energy on the road?

“Sir Bedwell, why do you look so strange? Are you worried about the enemy?” Gawain glanced at her expression and couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

"Uh, no~ I'm just shocked by the strength of the enemy. Even if they were manipulated corpse monsters, they must have been able to clear them out in such a short time without backing down. They must have handled it with ease." Violet suppressed her panic at being questioned and immediately thought of a way to justify herself.

Lancelot nodded in agreement: "After all, he is a Master who has experienced the Grand Order. But don't worry, with my and Gawain's Noble Phantasms, plus your support, we will definitely be able to wipe them out."

Gawain chuckled easily, "Besides, they might even compete with each other on the seal. Although that beautiful magician is quite restrained towards us, she definitely won't be able to control herself when faced with such a magnificent seal."

"You mean that... cough, that female magician with incredible sorcery abilities, right?" Lancelot became serious under Violet's disdainful gaze, his expression full of wistfulness. "Ah, what a pity. If I hadn't met such a beauty on the battlefield, I definitely would have tried to strike up a conversation..."

Gawain smiled and gripped the Victory Sword tightly in his hand: "To avoid any accidents, let's do as we agreed beforehand."

"Ah, of course." Lancelot stopped. The seal was just around the corner ahead.

Violet sighed inwardly, drew the silver rapier from the cross-shaped sword, and held it upright in front of her chest.

She was well aware of the strength of her two colleagues, and during the battle, she would try her best to hold back without revealing her true abilities. Even if things went badly, she would do her best to prevent casualties on the other side.

Being a husky in a wolf pack is really tough...

The three exchanged a glance. Gawain held the Holy Sword horizontally to his chest, pointing the blade backward, and silently charged forward using his heavy shoulder armor as the arrowhead.

Gawain, Gawain, as a knight, launching a sneak attack without even warning is a bit much, isn't it? Violet, lagging behind the rest of the group, was already contemplating the next battle.

According to their tactical design, Gawain, with his tough skin and high defense, would use his body to pave the way and then unleash a Rotating Victory Sword, using its radial corona sword light to suppress the opponent.

Lancelot, instead of using Arondel's light-based attacks, used his Noble Phantasm [Overweight Lake Light] to snipe targets and destroy their resistance with a decapitation tactic.

Bedivere, who was injured and not fully recovered, entered the battlefield and took advantage of the moment when the decapitation tactic succeeded to defeat the remaining people one by one.

The core of their tactic, the decapitation strike, lies in the fact that by mimicking the magic array set up in the Book of Revelation, they were able to allow the Knights of the Round Table to teleport by consuming magic power.

[Mount Tai is the radiant image of the rising sun, inspiring all things to live. Sunrise and sunset, the cycle of life and death, all are brought by it; we gain life from it and depart from it through death.]

From the deepest depths of the earth, in the sublime resting place of all things, a wind of order rises, rebuking the dead who cling to worldly attachments and comforting those who have fallen into the clutches of hell.

Amplified by countless carefully placed runes, it surged forth like a roaring tornado connecting heaven and earth, accompanied by a mournful cry like the impermanence of souls, as it lunged at Gawain, the first to emerge.

Even Gawain, who possesses great magical resistance, was seriously injured when he was caught off guard by a spell that Kasumigaoka Utaha had temporarily borrowed from Taizan Fujun. How much more so would this meticulously prepared grand magic move?

"Oh no—did you think I'd say that!" Gawain remained unmoved, revealing an expression that said, "I knew it." He pressed his hand to his waist, and the ancient belt emitted a magnificent light, transforming into a protective barrier for his entire body, remaining as immovable as a mountain even under the howling winds of Rest.

[Percy's Belt] activated.

Gawain had no distracting thoughts. His belt came from the tragic demon Green Knight and possessed incredible power to protect him. Blocking this attack was entirely within his expectations.

“My turn, ladies. I hope you will survive.” Gawain tossed the Star Sword high into the air, and in the dim cave, an inextinguishable sun rose, illuminating all directions. “My sword is the embodiment of the sun. By the king’s command—”

"How could I possibly let you use the Sword of Alternating Victory! Forgot the foreword! Manjushri Wisdom Sword Great Divine Power - Love Explosion, Heavenly Demon Rain!" Yui Yuigahama, who had been charging up for a long time, let out an energetic shout. Her beloved sword, Manjushri Wisdom Sword Great Divine Power, split into a huge rain of swords. Instead of falling down to attack Gawain, it concentrated and struck the sun in the sky.

"Hmph, a futile struggle. The sun will eventually fall into my hands." Gawain didn't care at all.

In the past, some people tried to take advantage of him releasing his Noble Phantasm to knock down the Holy Sword Cavendish, which was rising into the air, but that was all in vain.

"Who said I was going to knock your holy sword away!"

“?” Gawain felt a chill run down his spine when he heard Yui Yuigahama’s undisguised words.

On the battlefield, if the enemy tells you their intentions, there are only two possibilities—either they are fools, or it's already too late to stop them.

"Hmph... Hehe, hehehe, ahahaha, did you notice? It's too late!" Yukino Yukinoshita appeared in front of Gawain. The surging magical power emanating from her body was not enough to alarm Gawain, but her steel feet made him lose his composure.

The sun, the gale, and the rain of swords seemed insignificant in the Demon Cave in an instant, as something more conspicuous and magnificent descended upon it.

The flat ground of the demon cave was covered by a blue stream that appeared out of nowhere, and the simple and gloomy underground had been transformed into a stage large enough to support the dance of the celestial maidens.

The tip of her sword gleamed, and Yukino, like a swan carrying the morning star, created ripples on the flawless, clear blue mirror lake.

Gawain was immobilized by the raging winds, unable to move. Even the faintest trace of the winds that governed life and death made Gawain's desire to use his teleportation ability a pipe dream.

Only then did he realize that the great magic trick was not meant to kill him, but to restrict his movements and, more importantly, to prevent his teammates from rushing into the storm to support him.

He watched helplessly as Yukino Yukinoshita slid up to him, her steel feet, powerful enough to pierce through the tangible and intangible, the material and the spiritual, gracefully gliding across the impenetrable barrier formed by her belt, like a waltz under the morning star.

Squeak~~

The unpleasant noise, like fingernails scratching a blackboard or a sharp knife slicing through glass, did nothing to stop the dancer's joyful dance; on the contrary, it fueled her enthusiasm.

"This is amazing, amazing, amazing! It's sturdy enough that it won't fall apart immediately, what a great toy!" Yukino's eyes shone with an unprecedented light as her white steel feet moved freely within the magnificent barrier.

Cut, chop, pierce, tear, until you completely trample him!

Countless rays of light swept over Gawain, like ripples spreading across a lake, then whirlpools, then new storms and waterspouts.

Yukino Yukinoshita laughed wildly, her figure soaring into the sky, like a waterspout of a tsunami, transforming from a swan into a petrel that rides the storm and waves.

"It's coming (Ikuwayo), it's coming, it's coming, it's coming...! I'll swallow you whole! [Benzaiten Goken Biwa]!" Carrying Gawain to the peak of the tornado, Yukinoshita Yukino's deadly whirling dance finally came to an end. At the highest moment, she unleashed her final, fatal blow.

The bright morning star transformed into a supernova that destroyed everything, and the goddess's power, capable of melting and engulfing everything, was integrated into the tip of the steel foot.

The barrier, perfectly capable of withstanding the winds of death, was utterly pierced. And in the final moments, the sound of steel clashing against steel rang out.

At the last moment, Gawain reached out to Cavendish, who was standing right next to him, interrupting the Noble Phantasm that was consuming a lot of magic power. He then used the power to break through the death storm and water tornado, barely blocking the final half-attack.

The sharp steel feet were not quite enough; they were only half an inch away from the spirit core when they were stopped by the rotating sword of victory.

"Hmph, you've escaped with your life." Yukino flipped lightly in the air, tearing a huge gash in Gawain's heavy armor as if it were made of paper, and blood gushed from the wound on his chest.

Gawain only had time to use the Cavendish to change his momentum before crashing heavily backward.

Before Lancelot could even offer any help, trouble had already befallen him.

One, two, three, "Sorry, I'm a policeman" (Supplement - yesterday's extra chapter)

By catching Gawain off guard and taking him by surprise, Lancelot activated his teleportation ability when Gawain took the trap card that Gawain had revealed.

His Arondel was already itching for a fight; if he could just cut down the Chaldean caster who had mastered the targeted spells, then victory would be half in hand.

Amidst the tiny ripples in spacetime, the purple-armored man who emerged from them merely raised his longsword, yet he saw no sign of the beauty maintaining the spell before him wavering. Her eyes held only a mocking expression, as if she were watching an unsuspecting prey fall into a net with composure.

Unfortunately, Fujimaru Ritsuka thought the same way about the surprise attack.

"Noshu, Tarul, go!"

The cat, which also possesses the ability to teleport anywhere in the dream world, immediately rode the invisible spacetime waves and leaped out effortlessly along with the rolling ripples.

"Tsk, sorry little kitties, although you are weak, I still have a reason to cut you down with my sword." Lancelot ruthlessly swung his sword. Even if cute little creatures blocked his way, they would only die by his sword. What was I trying to say?

The head of the cheeky gray fat cat split open automatically before the blade of Arondel even touched it, turning into large yellow petals, and then countless black tentacles gushed out.

Like rush hour office workers, the tentacles scrambled out of the exit, intertwining and forming a giant maw covered in writhing flesh, trying to swallow Lancelot whole.

"How is this possible? What?!" Lancelot tried to tear the giant maw to pieces, but was deflected by a light bullet fired by another black, skinny cat.

Left with no other option, Lancelot teleported once again, causing the giant monster's jaws to miss their target.

At this moment, the sun rose, and the split Great Chain entangled the gap in the release of the Victory Sword, while Lancelot also noticed that Yukino was about to rush to Gawain's side.

(Gawain's side? That annoying wind can't provide support! Caster's side has already reacted, and the Attila Awakener wielding the Sword of the War God has arrived to provide support, so there's only one target left.)

Lancelot's gaze was fixed on the seal, where stood the center of Chaldea, their leader, Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The men stared at each other, their gazes transcending space, sparking a flame even in the empty air.

Fujimaru Ritsuka gripped the Twilight Muramasa at his waist with unwavering focus, as if issuing a challenge to him.

Interesting, a one-on-one duel between men? Even if you have the merit of saving the world, I will still cut you down with my sword.

Almost instantly, Lancelot leaped away once again in front of Tsukamoto Yakumo, who was rushing towards him.

Tsukamoto Yakumo sighed and planted the God's Sword in the ground, standing beside Kasumigaoka Utaha: "It seems that what he thought was pretty much the same."

"It's just a basic deduction, my friend... Rather, these guys' military strategy wouldn't be able to develop any sophisticated battlefield command skills against the barbarians of yesteryear." Kasumigaoka Utaha saw that Yukinoshita Yukino had already used her Noble Phantasm on Gawain, so she withdrew her attention from the maintenance spell and looked towards the place where Fujimaru Ritsuka and Lancelot were about to clash.

"How valiant! As upright as a knight. How foolish! Like an egg striking a rock!" Lancelot had already drawn his longsword; at this moment, he could no longer hold back. Let this old fellow, capable of unleashing his full Spirit Origin power, teach his opponent one last... wait, what?

The suddenness of the teleportation made Lancelot's angle of attack extremely tricky, and his well-adjusted movements left Fujimaru Ritsuka unable to react in time. However, this seemingly inevitable sword strike was blocked by an astonishingly large, jet-black key.

"Uncle, what do you want to do to my captain?" The harmless little girl next to Fujimaru Ritsuka, whom he had completely ignored, had changed her appearance.

Her skin was so pale it gave off an evil aura, and beneath her large, wide-brimmed witch's hat, purple pupils shone through the keyhole on her forehead, staring intently at him. But what Lancelot noticed was the extremely low level of clothing covering her body.