The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

Saber severed the limbs of a black familiar with a single strike, but the black familiar, like an unkillable cockroach, quickly regenerated its limbs and claws and pounced again.

"Damn it, what is this thing?!"

A flash of anger crossed Saber's face.

She wielded her longsword incessantly, each strike capable of taking the life of a dark familiar.

But this was to no avail.

In a short period of time, she still couldn't completely get rid of these black familiars.

"Looks like I have no choice but to retreat. These bastards, are they trying to wear me down like this?"

Saber snorted coldly. She didn't want to waste her energy fighting this kind of thing; it would be a huge disadvantage for her.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, a person wearing a strange magic robe suddenly ran up from the side and blocked her way.

"Caster? Who are you? Why are you doing such a bloody and cruel thing!"

Saber frowned.

The caster, dressed in a strange magic robe, slowly bowed in greeting.

"I apologize for the late arrival, Your Grace. Please follow me, Joan of Arc..."

"What exactly do you want?"

Saber looked at Caster with a wary expression and said coldly.

“It’s very simple. I want to destroy all this filth and filth. These things don’t deserve to live in this world, so I hope Your Excellency can assist me.”

Caster slowly raised his head, revealing a sinister smile.

"Don't even think about it, I won't help you."

Saber immediately refused.

Upon hearing her refusal, Caster's eyes widened instantly, becoming as big as a goldfish's.

"Why! Joan of Arc, why did you reject me! Is it because I am not good enough? Is it because my faith is not devout enough!"

The almost insane man was clutching his head and trembling violently, leaving Saber completely bewildered.

But after his brief episode, he suddenly let go.

"I understand. Perhaps you need some treatment right now. Then please forgive me for not being able to keep you company."

After Caster finished speaking, he immediately turned and left, leaving Saber with a back view that looked particularly sinister and terrifying.

"Is he really leaving like this? Something's not right..."

As she watched Caster's figure recede into the distance, Saber frowned, feeling that something was amiss.

"Wait!"

Saber stared intently at Caster, sensing that something bad would definitely happen if she let him leave, so she hurriedly raised her sword in an attempt to attack.

However, just as she set off...

"Aaaaaaah! King Arthur!"

A voice that surprised her greatly appeared in the air above the alley.

Saber suddenly looked up and found that the Berserker she had been searching for had already leaped forward with his sword.

"Lancelot!"

Looking at the man who made her feel incredibly guilty, Saber's eyes welled up with tears.

At this moment, she desperately wanted to give the other person relief.

Because he felt hatred and pain from that incredibly ferocious roar.

“Come on, Lancelot.”

'when!'

The two knights' swords clashed fiercely.

Saber, who was slightly weaker and whose feet were subtly pressed into the concrete, raised her head and made a firm promise:

"This time, I will defeat you with all my might!"

This Ruler is so fair! (F/Z): Chapter Eighteen: The Knight of the Lake's Lament

Lancelot's sword clashed fiercely with King Arthur's sword in the alleys of Fuyuki City.

"drink!"

Although Artoria was on the lower side, she was by no means at a disadvantage. With a forceful tug, she actually managed to knock Lancelot down.

However, as expected of a member of the Knights of the Round Table, the opponent immediately turned around and stood up after rolling to the ground to continue the attack.

Seeing this, Artoria seized the opportunity and slashed with her sword.

"watch out!"

Lancelot closed his eyes and swung his sword to parry, but was then repelled by Artoria.

It's now!

Artoria immediately charged towards Lancelot with all her might, determined to kill him in one fell swoop, otherwise she might be in danger, since he was, after all, a Knight of the Round Table.

"clang!"

Lancelot gripped the indestructible lake light with both hands, struggling against Artoria's sword.

"boom!"

Artoria felt a tremendous force on her hand, causing her to stumble back a few steps.

"You're really strong!"

Artoria's eyes narrowed with a cold glint: "But even so, I cannot let you continue like this."

Artoria immediately stomped her feet on the ground several times, and her whole body turned into a blur as she rushed towards Lancelot.

"Ahhhh!"

Faced with Artoria's almost frenzied attack, Lancelot snorted coldly and raised both hands simultaneously to meet the attack with the indestructible Lake Light.

"boom!"

Lancelot threw a punch at Artoria's abdomen, but Artoria had anticipated it and dodged it the instant Lancelot threw the punch, then delivered a spinning kick directly to Lancelot's chest.

"Oh!"

Lancelot stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Artoria once again swung her sword at Lancelot.

Lancelot raised his arms to shield the indestructible lake, attempting to block Artoria's sword.

However, he ultimately underestimated Artoria's strength. As soon as he raised his sword, he felt as if his sword was being crushed by a thousand pounds, and he could no longer lift it.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Artoria's longsword struck Lancelot's wrist.

Black, foul blood splattered out, and Lancelot's right hand immediately went limp and fell to his side.

"Ahhh!"

Lancelot roared, and his body fell to the ground.

"boom!"

Before Lancelot could get up, Artoria's body fell from the sky, wielding the King's Sword and slashing repeatedly at Lancelot's armor.

"Ta-da!"

The sword and the armor clashed, bursting into intense sparks.

"what!!!!!"

With three consecutive thuds, Lancelot's body flew far away like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall before sliding to the ground with a painful roar, foaming at the mouth and convulsing uncontrollably.

"Huff, huff, huff!"

Artoria, panting, looked at Lancelot lying on the ground, a hint of pity in her eyes.

"Lancelot! Why are you in so much pain..."

"All you know now is killing, slaughter, and pursuing your own goals, never caring about the lives of others. Is this the chivalry you've always pursued?"

Artoria grew increasingly furious as she spoke, emanating a strong killing intent. Her gaze toward Lancelot turned icy cold.

Lancelot, answer me!

"otherwise..."

As she spoke, her eyes became slightly moist.

However, faced with such a heartfelt question, Lancelot merely let out a long howl, then roared:

"King Arthur!!!"

Then, it charged over with a reckless attitude.

Upon seeing this.

"Lancelot!!!"

Artoria shouted, and her sword pierced Lancelot's chest...

In that instant, she felt as if time had stood still.

The Unwavering Lake Light that Lancelot held in his hand told her that his former subordinate had not intended to kill him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

“Lancelot…”

"Lancelot!!!!!"

Artoria looked at the man lying in her arms, convulsing, tears welling in her eyes. The regret and sorrow in her heart almost drove her to the brink of collapse.