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　The first step to improve the relationship with my daughter, a big success!

　The girl blinked, then led Lancelot slowly towards the Chaldean group who were talking to Hassan the Cursed Arm.

　"Does this mean you want to fight alongside us?"

　Ritsuka Fujimaru nodded, his eyes revealing determination.

　"That's really strange. We're refugees struggling to survive. Do you really think we'd fight the Lion King?"

　"So... this was an unexpected counterattack from Mr. Hassan, senpai!"

　Mashu nodded to the two who came back, and her eyes subconsciously avoided Lancelot and turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

　"You can't shield Chaldea's eyes!"

　"That's right, Mr. Hassan. We have discovered that you have been secretly preparing armaments for a long time."

　Bedivere stood beside Fujimaru Ritsuka and added silently.

　"Sorry, the joke went a bit too far. We are indeed preparing for an opportunity to strike back against the Lion King. For various reasons and to accumulate strength, we have already sent "Old Men of the Mountain" to various villages hidden in the mountains."

　"Listen carefully, we will never surrender to the Lion King."

　Although Hassan the Cursed's expression was hidden under the mask, one could still see his extremely serious expression.

　"That fellow defied our God—he even boasted that the laws of the Holy City were superior to the majesty of the gods. This is unforgivable to us."

　"Faith..."

　The girl muttered to herself as she listened to Hassan the Curse Wrist's words.

　"You should have seen the sight of the earth being pierced through. That guy will punish anyone who disobeys without further explanation."

　Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.

　Romani Akiman and Da Vinci listened while continuing with what they were doing, analyzing what exactly the blessing bestowed by the Lion King was.

　With Lancelot as an example, the speed of their research has been greatly improved.

　As for why Lancelot became the research subject...

　There will always be such creatures in the world who will give everything for the people they want to protect.

　"Yeah, let's not

　There is no other way.

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　We will not sit still and wait for death, so we choose to resist."

　We must fight, we must resist.

　Resistance may lead to death.

　But if you don't resist, you will die.

　Animals' senses are much stronger than humans'. At the beginning of the Holy Punishment, the animals were relatively orderly.

　Now they have completely become a loose sand and started to go crazy.

　All signs have clearly shown that they are running out of time.

　The final holy punishment is coming.

　If we fight, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

　If you don't fight, you can't survive.

　"But... I can't accept you so easily. Perhaps you really want to rebel against the Lion King. But I also have my position. I need to be responsible for my companions and my people."

　"But you were there then, weren't you? When I was talking to Bedivere?"

　Sieg slowly walked forward and looked calmly into the eyes of Hassan the Cursed Wrist.

　Bedivere and Lancelot's shifted gazes met.

　"That's true. I sincerely apologize for eavesdropping. But fighting side by side is absolutely not an option. This is a matter of faith."

　"why is it like this..."

　Mashu looked a little disappointed, but there was no disappointment on the face of Ritsuka Fujimaru who was with her.

　"but!"

　Hassan the Curse's tone suddenly reversed, and murderous intent began to slowly spread out.

　"If it's a demon that transcends our beliefs! If it's a force we have no choice but to rely on, then we can compare them!"

　"If you don't fight, you can't survive..."

　"That's right! Ma'am, please move aside. We can see that you don't need to prove your existence. Your existence itself is for salvation, so there is no need for proof. But others——"

　"To defeat the evil spirits, you must be willing to command them! If you possess the ability to confront the Knights of the Round Table, then the power of this cursed arm will be at your disposal!"

　"As expected of Cursed Arms man..."

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　Arash smiled, and the muscles on his arms began to bulge slightly. The crimson hunting bow was slowly pulled open, and magic power gathered on the bowstring.

　"But you are forbidden from using your Noble Phantasm! Not even a little bit!"

　"I see... Being the leader of the Assassin Cult is quite a task... Mr. Cursed Arm."

　Arash said, turning his gaze towards the group.

　"That's it, anyway. I'll stick with you till the end! Prove yourself with your true strength!"

　The arrow tore through the air and hit the shield directly, stirring up a huge cloud of dust.

　The throwing knives hid their shapes in the smoke and dust and flew towards Mashu, and were then shot down one by one by Arondite.

　Then the silver arm tightly grasped the sword and stabbed out.

　"Say it's serious..."

　The girl found a huge rock and slowly sat on it, her red dragon eyes quietly watching the coming and going in the smoke and dust.

　"In the final analysis, both sides are letting the water..."

　A harsh friction sound suddenly sounded, and the fierce lake light dispersed the dust.

　"Well, they are servants after all. The pride they held in life won't allow them to be driven so easily like this."

　Da Vinci came over and temporarily finished the work at hand and watched the fierce fight in front of them with Romani.

　"Arash's arm strength is really not simple..."

　Romani couldn't help but sigh as he watched Arash blocking Lancelot's attack head-on with his bow.

　Soon, Hassan the Cursed and Arash began to fall into a disadvantage.

　The gap in numbers cannot be made up by technology.

　Not to mention that Fujimaru Ritsuka even dared to rush out to attract the attention of the two and create opportunities for Mashu and Bedivere.

　"Such courage, such spirit, even as someone being protected, daring to step forward and create a chance to win, I have to admire it..."

　Arash put away the longbow in his hand and slowly stood up, then pulled up Hassan, the cursed wrist beside him.

　"Indeed, we were completely defeated... If I had let this kind of fighting power go, the First-Daimyo would have chopped off my head... He would have said, 'Since you have no eyes, then you don't need a skeleton anymore.'"

　Hassan of the Cursed Arms held up his mask and echoed Arash's words.

　"Everyone..."

　Hassan the Cursed Arm stood firm and looked at everyone solemnly.

　"We beg you, will you fight alongside us? While we cannot guarantee you any reward, we will, on the oath of our title, 'Old Man of the Mountain,' deliver you to the Lion King."

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　Fairy Knight: Seventeen Mordred

　"As for the reward, being able to take care of us when Sieg and the Lion King were facing off and sending us to the Lion King was already the best reward."

　Fujimaru

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　She tangled her hair and spoke with a smile on her face.

　"That's true. If Miss Zieger is really at full power, with Mr. Hassan's mobility, she might be able to move freely between the lava lake and the lightning network..."

　Mashu nodded in agreement, selectively ignoring the cold sweat on the faces of Lancelot and Hassan the Cursed Arm.

　"Lava lakes and lightning nets... that doesn't sound like a situation that's easy to resolve..."

　Hassan the Cursed One muttered to himself, and then changed the subject.

　"But, now that we've made a promise, we absolutely cannot break it. This is our bottom line. No matter what happens, no matter the cost. Even if I fall, my compatriots will continue to fulfill this oath."

　"So, is it all over now? I thought Cursed Arms accepted you as his companions the moment he let you into the village."

　Da Vinci walked over slowly with Sieg, and smoothed his long hair with his hands wrapped in blue long-sleeved gloves.

　"After all, everyone has their own standpoints. The Old Man of the Mountain's stance is incompatible with that of the Knights of the Round Table..."

　"That's great! All we have to do next is contact the Sun King and wait until Sieg fully recovers, right?"

　Romani Ajman couldn't help laughing as he watched everything through the communication.

　"Please allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Hassan Sabbah, the leader of the sect who was born here. Now I have abandoned my life of assassination and am fighting for my people as a leader."

　"What about the Hassan we met in the desert before?"

　Mashu gently raised her right hand and asked Hassan the Cursed Wrist.

　"Regarding this, each generation of Hassans carries on the title of 'Old Man of the Mountain,' and there is only one Hassan in each era. However, in this situation, other Hassans besides me have been summoned one after another. Each of them has abandoned their dignity as assassins and serves as a leader to protect the village."

　"I see. So, that Hassan of the Hundred Faces was also one of those who responded to the summons..."

　Romani Agyeman nodded.

　"Thank you so much, Your Excellency, for trusting us Knights of the Round Table..."

　"That's a joke, Sir Lancelot, Sir Bedivere. Ultimately, it's just that I'm too stubborn..."

　Lancelot shook his head, his cloak fluttering in the wind behind him.

　"He is always steadfast in his beliefs, practicing them even until his death. For us, that is what we admire."

　Hassan of the Cursed Wrist smiled softly.

　"Thank you very much for the compliment. However, I have to say that I am the only one who trusts you. I cannot guarantee what the other Hassans think."

　This Hassan is so easy to talk to...

　Sieg blinked and listened silently to the conversation, occasionally stroking the fur on Fufu's head in his arms.

　"Next, I'll take you to our war room. It may seem a little empty right now, but once our companions arrive in a few days, we'll be able to fill up..."

　The words of Hassan the Cursed stopped abruptly on his lips, and his eyes under the skull mask were fixed on the black smoke rising from the mountains to the west and into the sky.

　"Wolf smoke..."

　Arash disappeared from the spot in a flash and reached the top of the mountain at his fastest speed, his eyes looking straight at the location of West Village.

　The girl frowned slightly and closed her eyes.

　In an extremely quiet environment, all sounds will be infinitely amplified.

　So just listen carefully—

　The sound of thunder exploded, and the red lightning seemed to be leaping right in front of our eyes.

　"Enemy attack! The banner is the crimson lightning that cuts the neck of a red dragon! There's only one hill left before they can truly enter the village!"

　"Mordred..."

　Lancelot's hand touched Arondite's waist.

　But the girl was one step faster than him.

　The blue-green light of the flowers streaked across the sky and rushed towards the distant direction.