In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Roman, Leonardo da Vinci, and Nero fell silent. Although they did not say it outright, their silence implicitly revealed some truths.

“...Is that so? I understand.” Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered her head, her slender figure appearing incredibly desolate at that moment.

“Actually, you don’t need to blame yourself so much, Ritsuka,” Roman sighed. “This has nothing to do with you. After all… no one would have thought that Merlin would go to such lengths.”

"Senpai!" Mashu rushed over, but when she saw the expression on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face, she was taken aback. "Senpai, what's wrong? Why do you look so pale?"

"I'm fine, Mashu." Fujimaru Ritsuka forced a smile. "How are the others?"

“Miss Melusin’s injuries haven’t healed yet, so I’ve entrusted her to Miss Atalanta’s care. They’re currently retreating with the soldiers,” Mash replied.

“In that case, let’s go.” Da Vinci nodded, then turned to look at Fujimaru Ritsuka, “Ritsuka?”

“I’m sorry… Da Vinci, but I still want to stay here,” Fujimaru Ritsuka said softly.

"Ritsuka, this isn't the time to be reckless!" Roman said anxiously. "That's the Sixth Beast!"

“I know… but Mr. Yanan is still inside.” Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her head, her eyes showing an unprecedented determination. “I believe he can definitely resolve this crisis!”

“Sigh, I know Anahn is a Grand Servant, but the power of the [Beast] is far beyond your imagination. Normally, it takes seven Grand Servants to fight a single Beast.” Roman was truly anxious. “If Anahn fails to stop the Beast, you will all be in grave danger!”

“If that time really comes, where will we go and what will be the point?” Fujimaru Ritsuka laughed with unparalleled ease, as if she had seen through something, and she seemed much more relaxed. “We came here to correct this distorted singularity and restore the foundation of humanity. Now the final enemy is standing in front of us, and we have long since run out of options.”

"In that case, why not quietly witness all of this here? Even if there is only darkness ahead that seems to have no end, I am willing to pray for the coming of light at this moment."

"You...I..." Roman grabbed his hair and rubbed it into a mess. After a long while, he sighed softly and shook his head helplessly. "Okay, I understand. I will put the spirit transfer system on standby. If anything unexpected happens, I will bring you back immediately."

"Thank you for your hard work, doctor." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.

"There's nothing I can do, maybe I'm just destined to be a workaholic?" Roman chuckled self-deprecatingly, turned off the communication, and began preparing the spirit particle transfer system.

"I have a feeling... like I've caused the doctor a lot of trouble." Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched her head.

"Don't let his appearance fool you, he's actually quite happy." Da Vinci put his arm around Fujimaru Ritsuka's neck and said with a smile, "That line you just said was really cool, Ritsuka, you've really grown a lot."

"Please rest assured, senior, no matter what happens, I will always be by your side to protect your safety," Mashu said firmly.

"Hmm, as expected of the Master who made a contract with me, your courage and conviction are truly remarkable!" Nero patted Fujimaru Ritsuka on the shoulder approvingly.

A warm feeling welled up inside her. Fujimaru Ritsuka turned her head and looked at the chaotic chunks of flesh piled up above the Chalk City. She silently offered a prayer in her heart for this world and for someone.

Please, Mr. Yanan, you must win...

......

Sensing that the souls exuding sweet and alluring fragrances were gradually leaving, the chaotic mass of flesh became extremely angry. Hundreds of mouths roared wildly, and its thick, fleshy arms twisted and swung as it smashed down towards Anan below.

It had already realized that it was the creature on the ground that had stolen its food.

[Unforgivable! Unforgivable! Unforgivable!!!]

Since that's the case, then fill my hunger with your own soul!

The massive, fleshy arm, ten meters in diameter, crashed down with ferocious speed and power. If judged by the standards of Heroic Spirit combat strength, this attack was almost equivalent to a full-force strike from an Anti-Military Noble Phantasm.

Anan stood firmly in place, his dark, deep eyes reflecting the rushing tentacles. He swung the Destroyer in his hand once more, and flames with a temperature comparable to the surface of a star roared out, instantly burning the fleshy wrist to ashes.

[It hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much!!!]

The chaotic sea of ​​flesh surged violently, and the roars emanating from its mouth turned into mournful howls.

[Not enough, not enough, not enough—!!!]

I want to become stronger!

Under the combined effects of pain and hunger, the piled-up flesh began to undergo significant changes.

The number of mouths has multiplied to an uncountable number, and seven of them are gradually expanding and transforming into jaws with teeth.

Not long afterward, these jaws will transform into heads.

At that time, the Crown of Dominion will descend upon the land.

Because its mother, Babylon, has become one with it, a golden cup, unlike the Holy Grail, will also appear in the world. It will truly transcend this chaotic state and transform into a complete seven-headed, ten-crowned beast, bringing the ultimate baptism to this world.

This is its mission, and the meaning of its coming into this world.

Destruction has begun to stir.

Evil began to howl, and the will of evil was stirring, ready to invade the world.

An oppressive atmosphere descends from the heavens, and a calamity beast, drinking in the pain and despair of the soul, is about to conquer humanity. Just as prophesied, it awakens from the abyss beneath the earth and brings upheaval to the entire world!

Yanan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and slowly exhaled a breath of scorching air.

The Black Abyss White Flower has already reached its maximum power, and its burned internal organs are slowly repairing. Judging from this, it should be able to wield the Calamity Annihilation technique two or three more times.

But can this really eliminate the Sixth Beast?

Anan fell silent. If it were an ordinary beast, he might still have a chance, but the beast before him was the sixth beast that had fused with the Origin Princess. Even he was not confident of victory.

Even so, he cannot back down.

This is a battle that will determine the fate of the world. Standing here, he carries the future of countless people and the wishes of the dead on his shoulders. Therefore, he has no reason to back down under any circumstances.

Then let's fight, just like before, and cleave the future with this sword!

The chaotic mass of flesh had taken on a blurry outline: head, eyes, mouth, tongue, torso, limbs, tail... It was the complete life form he had constructed to rule the world.

The heart begins to beat, blood begins to flow, and the nervous system, like a magic circuit, begins to function.

Finally, it has to hatch.

I want to be born so badly, I want to be born so badly...

I want to eat so many delicious things...

I want more, I want to keep eating...

I want to be born...

From the seven enormous, ferocious mouths, human words finally emerged.

Within those seven abominable brain marrows, something is being solidly constructed based on the spiritual core.

however--

"No."

A child's voice rang out from a corner of the city.

In this forbidden zone of life, someone stepped out.

At the age of twelve or thirteen, with a dusty face and a thin frame, he carried a basket on his back and held a sickle in his hand.

She looked up at the ferocious beast, as if stating some truth, and said calmly, "Only you must never be born into this world."

“…Mira?” Yanan stared blankly at the little girl, then frowned. “No, you’re not Mira, who are you?!”

“I am indeed Mira, at least, the Mira you know.” The little girl turned her head and gave Yanan a familiar smile.

"However, I am not just Mira."

The magical light flowed over the little girl, her simple linen clothes transformed into an exquisite white robe, her slender body grew taller little by little, her messy, yellow hair transformed into pure white, trailing to the ground like mercury, and the scythe she held in her hand transformed into a luxurious staff in the surging light.

In an instant, the rustic little girl disappeared, and in her place stood a noble and elegant mage.

Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, Yanan couldn't help but feel a strong sense of shock.

"Mr. Yanan, you seem quite surprised. Is it because you've been watching pirated versions for so long that seeing the real thing all of a sudden is a bit disorienting?" The female mage tilted her head, a somewhat childlike gesture that seemed perfectly natural on her. "I originally thought Mr. Yanan was the type who wouldn't flinch no matter what happened. I was even thinking that if my Arthur were as resolute as you, he wouldn't have been so easily fooled by this wicked woman who appeared out of nowhere. Don't you think so?"

Looking at that beautiful, smiling face, Anahn paused for a moment, then said, "So, you knew the whole truth from the beginning, didn't you, Merlin?"

"Ah~ I'm sorry, although everyone calls me Merlin, I prefer people to call me Merry to make it sound cuter."

The female mage said with a slight smile, "As for the problem you mentioned... well, there's nothing I can do. After all, I'm the guardian. How can I just stand by and watch my little cabbage be taken away by some stinking wild boar?"

She looked up at the chaotic behemoth and said in a low voice:

"What's more, he's a beast who's been rolling around in the mud for who knows how long, and whose stench is unbearable."

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Knight Bearing Fate—King Arthur

If the existence of Ayaka Sajou was within Anan's expectations, then the appearance of Merry was completely beyond his imagination.

What surprised him even more was that the other party had started contacting him so early on, yet he hadn't noticed anything amiss.

Even now, he still vividly remembers the scene of the little girl named Mila kneeling on the ground, her eyes filled with tears, begging him to save her father. That look in her eyes, desperately yearning for a glimmer of light in the pitch-black despair, is something he can never forget.

That's why he was so angry when he saw Sajou Ayaka sacrifice the entire city to summon the Beast of Apocalypse—it wasn't just tens of thousands of lives that were taken away, but also the future hopes of countless families.

However, now, that ordinary little girl has appeared at such an unexpected time, transforming into a peerless magician. Even though he knows this is a good thing, Yanan's eyes still show some complexity, and his heart is filled with unspeakable melancholy.

But it must be admitted that at such a critical juncture, the appearance of Mary was indeed a very encouraging thing.

Since she chose to appear at this time, it at least shows that she is confident that she can solve the current problem.

Yanan was just curious about what the other party planned to do. Surely they weren't going to just go up and hit him with their staff?

"Your gaze is a bit rude. Are you wondering if I should personally deal with that ugly monster in the sky?" Meryl actually understood Yanan's gaze and smiled slightly. "If that's really what you're thinking, then I can only regretfully apologize—I'm just a beautiful and intelligent magician, and fighting is really not my forte. When I was with Arthur, I was always the one who just went through the motions and cheered."

"So what do you plan to do?" Yanan frowned slightly. Although he knew it wasn't just one person, this unreliable appearance gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.

“Then of course, the old way.” Melly shrugged. “Playing it safe is for support, but as for fighting, that’s something the main DPS should handle.”

She strolled forward, her target Arthur lying on the ground.

The apocalyptic beast, which had already revealed most of its outline, let out an angry roar, and a thick, fleshy arm descended from the sky, smashing towards Meryl with immense power and speed.

"Hey, I'm your guardian, don't I even have the right to visit you? You're such a controlling woman, no wonder Arthur dislikes you so much." Mary puffed out her cheeks, her staff glowed slightly, and then her body disintegrated into countless flowers, which scattered and flew away under the blow from the fleshy wrist.

Countless flowers landed beside Arthur out of thin air. The graceful Mellie walked out of them with light steps. Looking at the blackened scars one after another on the former's body, she sighed: "Oh, Arthur, you are so inferior. Thanks to that bad woman who found you the Holy Spear and transformed you into a god, you were beaten like this...ah~ Even I am starting to feel a little embarrassed."

“Merlin…” Arthur’s almost unfocused pupils managed to focus slightly. Although it was the same voice, he recognized the person almost immediately upon hearing the tone.

"No, my name should be Mary now... Sigh, it's all because you're so embarrassing, Arthur, that I don't dare use my old name anymore," Mary sighed, looking distressed.

"I'm sorry..." Arthur said with difficulty.

"Hehe, just kidding." Mary's face changed faster than flipping through a book, instantly turning into a smiling expression. "But Arthur, really, I warned you a long time ago not to mess around with other women. The prettier the woman, the more dangerous she is... You've already learned your lesson from your sister once, why don't you learn your lesson? Look, this time you've caused such a mess again, and I have to clean it up for you myself... Sigh~ I'm so unlucky."

Seeing the expression on Meryl's face that said, "My child has caused trouble outside, and as his mother, I have to clean up the mess myself. I feel so tired and want to cry," Arthur gave a helpless bitter smile and said, "Alright, Meryl... just tell me what you want me to do."

"Huh? Arthur, you've figured it out quickly this time." Merlin seemed a little surprised, then said with a smile, "Since it's your fault, you have to deal with it yourself. After all, I'm just a magician who's good for nothing but being gentle, sweet, and clever. Fighting is something you're best at."

With a casual flick of her wrist, a scabbard gleaming with golden metallic luster appeared in her hand. It was decorated with striking blue enamel and inscribed with long-lost fairy script in the center, exuding an aura of nobility and elegance.