In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

She was the only one who stood firmly by Yanan's side, never backing down an inch from beginning to end.

Yanan looked at her in confusion: "Come with me? Why?"

The little girl clutched the hem of her clothes, mustered her courage, and said, "You promised me you'd help me find my father..."

"Don't worry, I won't forget." Yanan patted the little girl's head and smiled. "But it's too dangerous for you to be with me. It's safer for you to stay in the village. Trust me, I will definitely bring your father back."

The little girl lowered her head dejectedly and said sullenly, "Okay, I understand..."

Suddenly, a small commotion arose in the crowd.

"Moen is awake..."

"She actually woke up..."

"Cough cough..."

Moen coughed twice, slowly opening his dazed eyes, but then, as if remembering something, his eyes were instantly filled with terror, and he sat up and shouted:

"Run! Run!!"

Chapter Six: Sorrow...The Fairy Knight Tristan! 3K

No one expected that Moen's first words after waking up would be this.

For a moment, everyone was stunned and at a loss for what to do.

"What are you all standing there for! Get back to the village!"

The old village chief quickly realized what was happening and shouted loudly at the crowd.

However, they were ultimately a step too late.

"This is truly a great haul! Indeed, sparing that guy's life was the right choice, hehe~"

Accompanied by a light and cheerful female laugh, the earth trembled, and a squad of fully armed charioteers charged out of the canyon and surrounded the village.

"It's... the city's white-clad serial killer!"

"How could this be? How did they find this place...?"

The villagers panicked instantly, and a strong sense of despair appeared in their eyes.

These knights of righteousness, who appeared out of nowhere, became the nightmare of all of them from the day they arrived on this land.

Cold-blooded, ruthless, powerful, cruel... Faced with these cold-blooded killers, even the bravest warriors can only die a bitter death.

To escape these guys, they had to leave their homes and wander around.

However, fate did not favor them in the end; after hiding for so long, they were still found.

Mira's body trembled slightly, and her eyes, as she looked at the righteous knights, held both fear and hatred.

Tap tap tap...

With a clear sound of something solid stepping on the ground, the Knights of the Order suddenly parted to the sides, and a slender figure emerged from among them.

She was a young woman with long, blood-red hair, wearing a red-faced, white-based swallowtail dress and over-the-knee boots.

What's particularly striking is that the heels are over ten centimeters high, making one wonder if it's even possible to walk normally in such shoes.

Yanan frowned slightly. He had expected a Knight of the Round Table to appear, but instead, a woman he had never seen before appeared.

However, it's clear that this woman's identity is quite extraordinary.

The woman's gaze swept over the trembling villagers, her lips curving into a beautiful smile as she said:

"With so many people, it looks like I can really expand my collection."

"You...you are Tristan!" someone suddenly shouted, "'Tristan with the cut-off foot'!"

"Huh? Some of you have actually heard of my name? I'm so happy!" The woman clapped her hands, as happy as a little girl who had received a reward.

However, upon hearing this name, the crowd was immediately enveloped in even deeper despair.

"She's Tristan, the one who likes to cut off people's feet!?"

"This guy is a madman! Every time he kills someone, he likes to cut off their feet, and sometimes he doesn't even spare the 'Chosen Ones'!"

"Tristan the Severed Feet" and "Gawain the Berserker" are the two most famous Knights of the Round Table in Camelot, but what makes them widely known is not their valiant battles, but their cruel and terrifying personalities.

Although Tristan may seem like a harmless girl, almost everyone she catches ends up having their feet cut off.

Every time I see her gleefully severing someone's feet with a knife, it sends chills down my spine.

"Rampage Gawain" is even more cruel than Tristan, who at least remembers his mission and sends "pure and kind-hearted" people into the city.

Rampaging Gawain, on the other hand, is a madman completely immersed in killing, a walking calamity.

To this day, very few people have survived after meeting Gawain; instead, countless corpses are left behind wherever she goes.

Because of the excessive killing, the king restricted her from going out and sent her to guard the gates of the Wailing Wall.

If encountering other Knights of the Round Table offered a chance to become a "Chosen One" and safely enter the Wailing Wall, then encountering these two meant that even if one miraculously survived, there was virtually no hope for the rest of their lives.

This guy is Tristan!?

Yanan froze on the spot, a whole bunch of question marks popping into his mind.

He knew "Tristan the Sorrowful Knight" all too well; the only thing this guy could be associated with Tristan was his hair color.

Even their gender has changed!

However, Yanan then shook his head and put the matter out of his mind.

This is, after all, a singularity, so nothing that happens here is surprising.

He had initially assumed that this was the Sixth Singularity he was familiar with, but now it seems that it is probably not the same thing at all.

It seems the situation here has changed drastically. Camelot's enemy has become the Holy Roman Empire. I wonder if the [Mountain People] and the [Sun Dynasty] are still around... Anan pondered to himself, when suddenly the village chief's heavy voice reached his ears:

“Mr. Yanan, there is a small path leading to the outside world behind us. Please take the woman and child and escape quickly.”

Yanan glanced at him in surprise, clearly sensing the resolute tone in his words.

"My old bones can no longer escape. Rather than becoming a burden, I might as well stay and buy some time." The old village chief smiled. "Consider it my last act of responsibility as village chief."

“Grandpa Village Chief…” Mira looked at the old village chief with teary eyes.

One by one, figures walked towards the crowd, their faces filled with determination.

“Dark........”

"dad......."

The women looked at their husbands, and the children looked at their fathers, their faces already wet with tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Sigh~ Are you trying to rebel?" Miss Tristan tilted her head. "You know who I am, yet you still choose to try to stop me. That's really not rational of you."

As if suddenly remembering something, Tristan's eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and said, "How about this, let's make a deal. If any of you are chosen ones, I will only cut off one of your feet this time. You should all surrender obediently and not resist. Those who should die will die, and those who should be spared will be spared, so as not to waste my time."

"Otherwise, it's really unsightly to have this fighting and killing every time. After all, I'm supposed to be a champion of justice!"

"Pah!" Moen stepped forward and spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground. "You butchers, executioners! Even if I die today, I'll drag you all down to hell with me!"

"When did I ever say that you have the right to speak here?"

A chilling voice rang out, and Tristan appeared before Moen like a ghost, his eyes cold and merciless, his sharp, crimson nails reaching for the latter's head.

But at that very moment, another voice rang out:

"Who gave you the right to kill someone in front of me?"

A tremendous sense of crisis descended from the sky, Tristan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his figure retreated like lightning.

However, she was a step too slow. With a sharp whoosh, a blade flashed through the air like a bolt of lightning.

"what!!!!"

A piercing scream rang out, and Tristan knelt on the ground, his face contorted in pain, blood gushing from his empty right hand.

Her right hand was lying on the ground in front of her.

"Whichever hand you extend, I'll slay that hand." Anan put away the Jizo Mitama and said calmly, "This is the price you pay for your offense."

This sudden turn of events left everyone present stunned.

The Knights of the Righteousness, in particular, were deeply shocked.

The incredibly powerful Lord Tristan in their eyes had his arm chopped off in a single exchange...

"You are... a Heroic Spirit?" Tristan asked through gritted teeth.

In that brief moment, she didn't even see how the other person made their move.

With such swift speed and such fierce attacks, there is no doubt that this guy is definitely a Heroic Spirit.

“The Tristan I know is a glorious and noble knight, as for you…” Yanan stared coldly at the other, “you are not worthy of that name.”

"Is that so?" Tristan's lips suddenly curled into a cruel smile. "Then you can go to hell with your glory!"

Swish swish swish!!!

Several black bone spikes suddenly emerged from her back, stabbing towards Yanan with lightning speed.

A faint light flashed, and a suit of pale silver armor instantly covered Yanan's body, blocking all the attacks of the bone spikes.

Tristan's smile froze on his face before it could even fade.

Looking down at the tiny cracks pierced through his armor, Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly and said calmly, "Not bad, it actually managed to pierce my armor."

With a gentle touch, the crack in the armor vanished instantly.

This wasn't a repair; he simply changed his armor.

He has a thousand more sets of armor like this.

Tristan almost spat out a mouthful of blood. That move was her most powerful physical attack, yet it only received a "not bad" rating.

That's going too far!

"It seems that even among Heroic Spirits, you belong to the top tier." She suppressed her turbulent emotions and sneered.

"Whether I'm at the top level or not, I don't know, but killing you wouldn't be a problem," Yanan said calmly.

“If I’m not mistaken, you must be the outsider who blocked the king’s punishment, right?” Tristan asked, squinting.