In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Yanan wanted to continue asking, but after glancing at the people on the ground, he temporarily abandoned the idea.

Anyway, there's plenty of time, no rush...

"By the way, my name is Anan, what's yours?"

“My name is Melusin. Although it’s not my original name, it has a lot of meaning for me,” Melusin replied obediently.

“Alright, then I’ll call you by that name from now on.” Yanan nodded. “Let’s go down first; my companions must be getting impatient.”

Melusine nodded obediently and stretched out her little hand.

Yanan paused for a moment, then gave a helpless, wry smile: "You..."

"Can't I?" Melusin looked at Anaen with pleading eyes, her big eyes filled with a hint of grievance.

Anan rubbed his temples in exasperation, then sighed, took Melusin's small hand, and led her down to the ground.

Melusin looked at Anan's tall figure with a sweet smile on her face.

—If Camelot's colleagues saw her like this, their jaws would probably drop in shock.

As Anan and Melusin slowly descended, Nero swiftly held the Primal Flame in front of him, his large emerald eyes filled with vigilance.

Although Mash's reaction wasn't as dramatic as Nero's, she still instinctively gripped her shield tighter.

“Mr. Yanan, this is…” She glanced at Melusin, who was standing obediently beside Yanan, her tone revealing a hint of nervousness.

“The specific process is a bit complicated to explain,” Yanan sighed. “Anyway, just consider it as me turning her to the side. Now she’s on our side.”

incite defection???

Mashu and Nero exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with an inexplicable strangeness.

Previously, Camelot forcibly turned other Servants into Knights of the Round Table, but now, in the blink of an eye, it's their turn to turn the opposing Knights of the Round Table against them...

What's this? Fortune's wheel keeps turning.

Although it felt somewhat unreal, Mashu still trusted Anan very much and smiled, "Mr. Anan is indeed very capable."

"Just luck." Yanan shook his head helplessly. In this matter, he didn't think he had played any role.

If you really think he's impressive, it's only because he happened to marry a woman with a powerful background.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Return to the Holy Roman Empire

While Anahn and Mash were talking, Nero was secretly observing this King Arthur from another world.

She was filled with curiosity about the "Grand Servant" that Mashu mentioned.

Aside from Romulus, the creator god of the Roman Empire, this was the first time she had ever seen any other Grand Heroic Spirits.

Although Nero didn't see the other party go all out, the fact that the other party summoned a dragon was enough to convince him of the other party's identity.

Moreover, she noticed that the flaming greatsword the other party had been holding seemed to be the reason why her primordial fire was suppressed.

And he even managed to turn Camelot's Knights of the Round Table against him...

If this cannot be called a Grand Servant, then perhaps no Heroic Spirit can bear this title.

Seemingly noticing Nero's gaze, Anaen turned to look at her and smiled, "Hello, Your Highness Nero."

"Hmm? You actually know me?" Nero's eyes showed a hint of surprise; she didn't remember ever seeing him before.

Of course, Yanan couldn't say that he had already seen the other person's appearance in the anime, but he just smiled and said, "It's not hard to guess. Mash and Ritsuka mentioned you to me on the way here. Besides, I think only someone with your temperament can be called the emperor of the Roman Empire."

Nero's eyes lit up, and he proudly puffed out his chest: "That's right! I am the fifth emperor of the Roman Empire, an all-around artist comparable to Apollo, Nero Claudius! Hmm... no wonder he is King Arthur of Britain, he certainly has good taste!"

Mashu turned her head away somewhat awkwardly. Princess Nero was wonderful in every way—outgoing, cheerful, and enthusiastic—a very easy person to get along with. It was just that her unwavering belief that she was a "great artist comparable to Apollo, the god of music" was something that left one speechless...

Recalling a certain characteristic of Nero, Anahn's expression became somewhat strange. He coughed lightly and said, "Did Your Highness come from the Empire?"

“Of course, hmm.” Nero nodded. “The commotion you’ve caused is too great. I was worried that Camelot was preparing to attack the Empire, so I came here to investigate in person, hmm.”

“Um… in a way, Your Highness, you are indeed right.” Mashu glanced at Melusin, who was standing obediently next to Anan, and couldn’t help but smile wryly.

No one expected things to turn out this way.

Nero stared at Melusin for a moment, then suddenly frowned slightly: "Strange... why do I feel like I've seen you somewhere before... lake-blue armor, pale pink hair, and such a short stature..."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Melusin raised her head and gave Him a somewhat displeased look.

However, Nero didn't pay any attention. She pondered for a while, and then a particularly memorable figure suddenly appeared in her mind, making her eyes widen instantly:

"You're Lancelot!?"

Lancelot!?

Anan and Mashu were instantly shocked, looking at Melusin in disbelief.

Melusine waved her hand in a flustered manner and hurriedly explained, "No...no, Lancelot is the name that woman Merlin gave me. I have never admitted to being Lancelot. I have always only had the identity of Melusine."

Well, it's another familiar face... Yanan smiled helplessly to himself, then his brows suddenly furrowed as he keenly extracted an important piece of information from Melusin's words.

Is Merlin in this world... a woman?

Lancelot... Mash looked Melusin up and down, her expression turning somewhat strange.

Come to think of it, Galahad, who gave her the Spirit Origin and Noble Phantasm, seems to be Lancelot's son...

"It really really is you." Nero's eyes showed a hint of surprise as she said thoughtfully, "No wonder you were able to defeat those Heroic Spirits so easily. So your true identity is a dragon, huh..."

"Your Highness Nero, you're saying that the one who defeated those Heroic Spirits was... Miss Melusin?" Mash swallowed the name that was about to come out of her mouth.

“Hmm? Didn’t I tell you?” Nero tilted her head. “When I was summoned to this world, there were six other Heroic Spirits. Apart from two of them being dealt with by Gawain and Triss, the remaining four were all defeated by Lancelot alone.”

“I told you I’m not Lancelot…” Melusin shook her head helplessly. “I had a pact with Merlin back then. As the price for her helping me take form, I had to give her my own power in return… It wasn’t my intention to transform those heroic spirits into Knights of the Round Table. If you hate me because of this, I have nothing to say.”

“It’s alright, these are all minor matters,” Nero said with a smile. “As long as you can work for my Holy Roman Empire from now on, hmm.”

Anyway, she wasn't very familiar with those heroic spirits, and compared to feeling sorry for those guys, she was more envious of this outstanding chief of the Round Table.

There was nothing they could do; the Holy Roman Empire was simply far inferior to Camelot in terms of military strength.

“I’m sorry, I can’t agree to that.” Melusin shook her head and turned to look at Anaun beside her. “Right now, I just want to follow Anaun. Wherever he goes, I will go.”

Yanan was somewhat surprised, not expecting that Melusin's dependence on him had reached such a level.

However, he had to admit that he was indeed somewhat moved, and also felt a little smug and accomplished...

“It’s all the same, all the same.” Nero waved his hand. “I and Anaen were allies to begin with, weren’t we?”

Yanan nodded. Their goal was to save the world and repair the singularity, so in that respect, they were indeed allies.

Melusin remained silent. In any case, the person she trusted most now was Yanan, and no matter what decision he made, she would stand by him.

Having gained two great generals at once, Nero was clearly in high spirits. With a beaming smile, he waved his hand and said, "Alright, let's end the pleasantries here. It's about time we headed back. To celebrate your triumphant return, I will host a banquet in the palace tonight. Remember to come, hmm."

After taking a few steps back, Nero seemed to suddenly remember something, turned around to look at Anahn, and asked with a piercing gaze:

"By the way, Mr. Anan, since you are King Arthur, then I suppose... you must be quite adept at handling political affairs, right?"

Chapter Thirty Arrival at the Destination

After everything settled down, Mash also unleashed her Noble Phantasm, releasing Fujimaru and the others.

The villagers and soldiers were still somewhat bewildered, because Nidhogg's body had blocked their view, so they didn't know what had happened afterward.

All they remembered was that after the black dragon disappeared, another giant dragon also disappeared.

A few observant people noticed a little girl they had never seen before standing next to Yanan, but they didn't pay much attention to it.

For people of this era, the idea of ​​a dragon nearly a hundred meters long suddenly transforming into a delicate and beautiful little girl is indeed a bit too much of a test of imagination.

Therefore, they were more inclined to believe Nero's version of events—that the dragon had been defeated and fled.

The advantage of doing this is that it can avoid causing some unnecessary trouble, while also demonstrating the power of the empire and boosting people's confidence.

For people of this era, even the slightest hope is precious, and they must prove that they have the ability to fight Camelot in order to attract more people.

Mashu quietly pulled Fujimaru Ritsuka aside and whispered to her what had just happened.

After hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was initially a little annoyed because her upgrade had been interrupted, was immediately filled with intense joy.

Who would have thought that even Camelot's chief of the Round Table had been turned by them?

This was undoubtedly a devastating blow to Camelot. One of his key combatants had gone to the other side. If word got out, even the Lion King would probably be dumbfounded.

Just imagining that scene made Fujimaru Ritsuka feel a surge of satisfaction.

Compared to that, her improvement in strength is insignificant.

Even if she cultivates for a hundred years, she will never reach the level of Melusin.

Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but feel a little emotional. If it weren't for Anan being there this time, they probably would never have been a match for Camelot.

Such a reliable and capable teammate is simply hard to find!

At that moment, a noisy crackling sound reached Ritsuka's ears, followed immediately by a very familiar voice:

"Hello? Can you hear me? Mashu? Ritsuka?"

A faint light flickered, and a virtual screen unfolded next to Fujimaru Ritsuka. Seeing that the two girls were safe and sound, the man on the screen visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great, you're both alright. I thought something had happened to you when the connection suddenly dropped."

"Well, that's true. If it weren't for Mr. Anain, we might really be in grave danger," Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a smile.

Roman's expression immediately turned serious: "What happened? Did the Lion King personally intervene?"

In the instant before the connection was severed, Chaldea detected an extremely large magical signal, far exceeding the strength of a typical Heroic Spirit.

In Roman's view, only the Lion King could unleash such a level of magic.

“It’s not The Lion King, it’s Lancelot, Doctor,” Fujimaru Ritsuka said.

Roman was silent for a moment, then suddenly shouted, "Lancelot!? You mean Lancelot, the one who's the leader of the Round Table!? Was that signal sent by Lancelot?"

"That's right, and also, Doctor, I have even more explosive news here. Do you want to know?" Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled like a cunning fox, full of ill intent.

"What news?" Roman asked curiously.

Fujimaru Ritsuka said, enunciating each word clearly, "Now, Lancelot is our ally."

Roman let out a shriek, his face practically pressed against the screen, his eyes wide as saucers: "You said Lancelot is your ally? But wasn't she here to kill you? How did she suddenly...? What on earth happened? Tell me quickly, hey, Ritsuka..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka decisively disconnected, looked up at the sky, let out a long sigh of relief, and said with a relaxed expression, "As expected, teasing the doctor is still more fun."