The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Nature is Nightingale's Noble Phantasm: I will eradicate all poison, all harm (Nightingale Pledge).

This is an exceptionally large Noble Phantasm possessed by the Ruler, and it played an extremely important role in the previous war against Maeve.

It can be said that without this treasure, Ian would not be able to achieve such results.

"Nightingale, please."

"……it is good."

Skillfully reciting the long passage of maxims before using the Noble Phantasm, Nightingale once again played a purifying role.

As white light slowly emerged from her hand, it flowed like a river towards Cu Chulainn (Alter) in front of her.

“Aaaaaaaa——!”

Cu Chulainn [Alter] let out a terrifying cry.

It was an existence that even Ian would feel a little scared of.

If a man knows that even he is like this, then there is no need to say how Nightingale feels inside.

However, he couldn't provide much help, so he could only sit beside her silently and hold the nurse's hand tightly to help her ease the fear in her heart.

"It's okay, Nightingale, you don't have to be afraid - I'm always here for you."

But having said that——

The curse and resentment that Maeve left behind before her death was too powerful.

Even if Nightingale possessed a purification treasure of this level, it would still take a considerable amount of time to achieve it.

But that's okay--

At the moment when he confirmed that he had defeated the Celtic Army, Ian knew that what he lacked the least was time.

Be patient and don't put too much pressure on Nightingale.

I don't know how long it took—

After dealing with the front battlefield, Helena moved towards Ian.

Looking at Cu Chulainn (Alter) who was receiving treatment, and Ian and Nightingale who were some distance away from him, the theosophist girl hesitated for a moment before taking the initiative to speak.

"Ian, you guys are..."

"Don't worry, there's no big problem anymore—at least for now."

Ian looked at Cu Chulainn (Alter) in front of him, his eyes still showing some worry.

"But to what extent it can recover is hard to say."

"That's it..."

Although she was curious about ancient magic and had studied it seriously, it did not mean that Helena knew anything about this so-called curse.

Not to mention that he was fully focused on commanding the robots to fight and had no idea what was happening on Ian's side.

"alright, I got it."

Helena also sat next to Ian. After experiencing this battle, she had already developed a certain degree of trust in this man.

"If you need anything, please let me know immediately. The United Kingdom will definitely find a way to help you."

"……it is good."

that's it--

In the midst of silence, Cu Chulainn (Alter) continued to receive treatment from Nightingale's Noble Phantasm.

The terrifying roars he had originally made gradually subsided.

Ian didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

But he really hoped there wouldn't be any more trouble.

after all--

Just to make Cu Chulainn (Alter) what he is now, he has already lost two Lancers, Finn and Diarmait.

Perhaps it was Ian's wish that worked, or perhaps Nightingale's Noble Phantasm was simply too powerful in terms of purification.

Gradually, the blood-red color in Cu Chulainn's eyes faded away bit by bit, and was replaced by the color that returned to the state it was in at Singularity F.

Even if the nurse was not sure whether Cu Chulainn (Alter) had really escaped from the queen's curse, the man already had enough evidence to make a judgment.

"Qiu Kulin, long time no see."

As the man greeted him in a serious tone, Cu Chulainn (Alter), who had just been attacking other Servants like a wild beast, came back to his senses.

The moment he saw Ian, he hesitated at first, then showed an expression of surprise.

"It's you!"

"The guy at the foot of the mountain!"

Although he was an Alter individual, the mythical spearman still recognized Ian.

This made the man breathe a sigh of relief - after all, if the other party didn't recognize him, it would probably take a lot of time to explain the whole thing.

"It's so nice of you to remember me..."

"How could I not remember you—" Cu Chulainn (Alter) smiled.

"You are the one who can come up with that kind of strategy. I will remember it for the rest of my life."

What Cu Chulainn (Alter) is talking about here is the matter of singularity F.

Similar to the current situation, he appeared as a Caster (Magician) at that time.

He cleverly used the three holy swords to show him what it meant to catch something in a cage.

"you flatter me."

“Not an award at all.”

Cu Chulainn [Alter] was not stingy with his praise - he always had a special appreciation for those who were capable.

However, this relaxed and cheerful atmosphere did not last long.

Cu Chulainn (Alter), who had recovered, quickly spoke in a heavy tone:

"If I'm not mistaken—"

"Did I kill your two friends?"

"..."

After hesitating for a moment, Ian nodded.

"Well, I guess so."

"Sorry……"

Cu Chulainn (Alter) looked at his arm, a hint of guilt in his tone.

"If only I were stronger—able to resist the curse that bastard Maeve cast on me."

"You've done very well." Ian defended Cu Chulainn (Alter).

"You've been trying hard to fight this curse, haven't you?"

"I can hear you calling out—you want everyone you meet to run away, right?"

"Of course," Cu Chulainn admitted.

"I do love fighting, and I do enjoy challenging someone skilled in martial arts to a duel—but I don't like to just attack someone without saying a word."

"To lose with dignity or to defeat others with dignity is what I pursue."

"Well—there's no point in saying more."

Cu Chulainn (Alter) stood up and made his request in the most sincere tone.

"Ian, kill me."

"I don't want to appear in this world in such an ugly appearance. This can be considered as letting you personally avenge your two friends."

"……I see."

This seems like a superfluous thing to do.

after all--

If he really wanted to kill Cu Chulainn (Alter), he could have used the Gae Bolg Alternative just now to do it.

But Ian knew.

Allowing a soldier to choose his own manner of death is extremely important.

"Hopefully we can meet in a friendlier place next time."

Having said this, Ian raised the Gae Bolg Alternative and stabbed it towards Cu Chulainn's chest.

This time——

I am really going to witness his death.

But Cu Chulainn seemed relieved.

He looked at the dark red spear that pierced his chest and smiled uncomfortably.

"Is this actually the master's spear?"

"It seems...at some point, you've already gained her approval."

"Well... If it were you, there would surely be a way to make the master happy, right?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment, then responded with a kind and proud smile.

"Do not worry--"

"As long as the woman is by my side, she will be happy."

"..."

Cu Chulainn (Alter) was stunned at first, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha, that's right!"

"You—you promised me that you would marry all the girls you liked without missing a single one!"

"Yes, I always remember it."

As the men looked at each other in tacit understanding, Cu Chulainn (Alter) and Ian held each other's hands.

The mutual recognition between the two was further enhanced in this singularity full of revenge.

The Son of Light (or perhaps the Son of Darkness now) turned into particles and dissipated bit by bit.

Maeve's revenge also completely failed.

"Disappear, disappear..."

Helena looked at the empty battlefield in front of her and subconsciously reached out her hand, but touched nothing.

This made her doubt everything she saw.

However, the theosophist girl quickly shook her head and drove away this vague idea.

This is not a dream - I have just experienced an unprecedented war!

How could it be fake!

"Helena."

Ian's voice brought her back to reality.

"What, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, don't be so nervous." Ian patted Helena's shoulder gently, making her calm down a little.

"I just want to ask you, is there any way to contact the other two teams now? I want to know their progress in resolving the problem - they should be about the same as us, right?"

After all, Medb, the Celtic Queen, was defeated.

Then the remaining Celtic soldiers should have been defeated.