In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Joan of Arc's flag pierced Camilla's shoulder.

“Camilla is…” Fujimaru Ritsuka heard Lawrence’s information.

"...When did I reveal my real name?" Camilla clutched her shoulder and took two steps back, her eyes filled with terror as she stared intently at Lawrence.

"Rather than saying you were exposed, it's more accurate to say you were too easy to guess," Lawrence said with a smile.

"Camilla, whose real name is Elizabeth Bathory, is the Countess of Hungary, the Blood Countess. She is rumored to be a vampire and is infamous in history for torturing and killing young girls!" Mashu said, revealing the information she knew as she struggled with the white-haired man.

Camilla stood silently in place.

Above her appeared something like a black hole, and a strange object about the height of a person was pulled down by Camilla along with the chains.

“That’s… the Iron Maiden…” Lawrence smacked his lips, his expression serious.

The Iron Maiden, according to legend, was a torture device used by Countess Elizabeth Bathory to torment young girls. It was as tall as a person and looked like a bloated female statue. It could be opened from the front and was filled with sharp needles. If you were locked inside, these needles would pierce your body and drain your blood.

"That must be her Noble Phantasm..." Jeanne d'Arc swallowed hard.

She could sense that the treasure trove carried a terrifying and disgusting aura.

“I’ve made up my mind, little girl with the shield.” Camilla’s eyes, gleaming with a blood-red light, were fixed on Mash behind her mask. “You will be my first meal.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Camilla's body was enveloped in a blood-like substance, making her look even more sinister and terrifying.

"Heh heh, looks like you've angered her, little shield bearer." The white-haired man chuckled, pressing his spear against the shield. The powerful force made Mashu's hands, which were holding the shield, go numb.

Although he couldn't break through Mash's defenses, his immense power still left Mash somewhat overwhelmed.

"Don't you look behind you, little girl? That Shadow One wants to drink your blood." The man's voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

Mashu deflected the spear with her shield, her eyes resolute: "Lady Lawrence, Lady Jeanne, and Master are all powerful individuals. My task is simply to keep you here."

"Once they've defeated that Ms. Camilla, it'll be your turn."

"...Very confident, I admire you." The white-haired man was even happier. "I can't wait to eat this delicacy! Ahh!"

The two started fighting again.

Camilla, now covered in blood, was even faster than before.

Lawrence's speed parameters are too slow; even after being enhanced with magic, he still cannot keep up with Camilla's speed.

The Blood Countess is approaching Mash.

Unlike before when she was recklessly teasing the others, Camilla now remained silent, but tried her best to avoid Lawrence and Jeanne's advances, heading straight towards Mash.

Why are you so fixated on Mashu...? Could it be that Mashu just said something?

Regardless, we must stop this crazy woman now!

Mash's shield can only defend one side. If Camilla approaches from this direction, she will see Mash's back.

As vampires, their attack methods are naturally beyond question.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was standing behind Mashu; there was no safer place than this.

Lawrence smacked his lips.

There's nothing we can do.

"Master!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt the magic being drained and nodded.

"Caster, the Noble Phantasm of Liberation!"

In an instant, Lawrence's entire being radiated light.

Clothes, shoes, and long burgundy hair.

Pupils, palms, everything about Lawrence.

It transformed into a giant humanoid gem.

"This is the culmination of my life's work."

"I am an artist, and I am also a doctor!"

Gold ornaments appeared all around, and the light emanating from Lawrence enveloped the area.

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a warm, cozy feeling.

"This is...?" Joan of Arc's minor injury was instantly healed.

"Accept my brilliance!"

"Perfect luxury, utterly harmful (Non c'era mancanza di interni ed esterni)!!!"

The blood surrounding Camilla vanished the instant it was exposed to the light.

A powerful sense of weakness suddenly arose in Camilla and the white-haired man.

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Chapter 238 Capturing Camilla

"This is..." Camilla looked at her hands with some discomfort.

Weak, weak.

I was so weak that I felt dizzy and lightheaded.

"My Noble Phantasm is a harmless one." Lawrence had returned to normal, kneeling on one knee, his aura somewhat weak.

"So, the intensity in other aspects will be slightly higher." Lawrence laughed breathlessly, gesturing with his hand.

The white-haired man was struck by Mashu's shield and sent flying. He clutched his chest, somewhat incredulous.

Weakness and drowsiness.

I feel so uncomfortable that I can't even lift my arms.

Camilla, holding onto the scepter, stood up.

"You bastard..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly rushed to Lawrence's side and took his left hand.

"Master, thank you." Lawrence shook off the remaining gem fragments from his hands and patted Ritsuka's head.

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled.

Lawrence, having replenished a little magic, took a deep breath.

On his right hand, the diamond fist reappeared.

“Camilla, I can probably understand your anger earlier,” Lawrence said as he approached Camilla, who was leaning on her cane and panting heavily.

"Your bloody legends are mostly accompanied by words like 'unverified,' 'it is said,' or 'rumored.'"

Lawrence's diamond fist had taken shape, and its spiky structure had solidified.

"You are probably an 'innocent monster'."

Camilla was somewhat moved, but remained silent.

Or rather, she wanted to appear more sorrowful, but she was currently in a battle and in extremely poor condition, so she could only watch Lawrence warily.

“Let’s have some ‘quiet’ for a bit.” Lawrence walked over to Camilla and punched her on the head with his spiked diamond fist.

The weakened Camilla directly gained the so-called 'quiet'.

Camilla lay peacefully on the ground, her mask knocked to one side, revealing her beautiful face, only sadly stained with blood.

A wyvern flew over, and the male servant, despite his weakness, quickly climbed onto the wyvern and flew away.

Mashu disarmed herself and ran excitedly to Lawrence's side: "Miss Lawrence, we defeated the enemy!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka approached, looking at the unconscious Camilla: "She's quite pretty, why does she wear that horrible mask?"

"Probably to conform to the legend." Lawrence smiled, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Joan of Arc looked at Camilla, whose head was bleeding profusely, and sighed. She was a tragic figure.

Just as she said before arriving at the singularity, after releasing her Noble Phantasm, she will experience a period of low magical power, during which her combat strength will be greatly weakened.

However, due to the effects of the Noble Phantasm, one won't be as easily injured during the weakened period.

"Congratulations! It seems you have defeated those two Servants!" Dr. Roman's small screen reappeared, and he said happily as he looked at the unharmed group.

“Yes!” Mash was also very happy. “We have repelled the Berserker’s Servants and captured the Assassin’s Servant, Carmilla.”

"Huh? A prisoner?" Dr. Roman was somewhat surprised.

............

"Oh my gosh! How magnificent!" Gilles de Rais made a gesture of embracing the sun, moved to tears.

He looked at the creation before him, the singer, and marveled.

"Ah, Joan of Arc, my holy virgin! Please come back and see my astonishing and enchanting work!"

The black dragon's appearance has completely changed.

What's docked here now is no longer just the evil dragon Fafnir.

Lancelot, the Berserker Servant summoned by Jeanne Alter through the Holy Grail, experienced his most tragic period.

In other words, he was wearing armor called "Vortigern".

Gilles de Rais forcibly attached this armor to Fafnir using a sea monster.

The Servant Lancelot still exists, and Fafnir is also alive.

Forcibly weaving the two living beings together with the sea monster is what Gilles de Rais has just accomplished.

At this moment, Lancelot and Fafnir are no longer there.

Lying here, covered in tentacles, shrouded in thick black mist, with malevolent eyes, its name is—

Vortigern Fafnir.

............

Jeanne Alter jumped off the dragon's back.