Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

No mercy at all.

"Ugh! How can you treat a lady like this? My head is about to burst! I'm not lying! These are all necessary procedures. Those fairies in Paradise are so lazy! If Artoria still had the Holy Sword and still had the spare time, they would definitely not forge it!"

Mary made a moving cry for mercy.

If Moran hadn't cast a soundproofing magic in the tent, the sound would probably have been transmitted to the outside world.

Of course, Moran didn't take it seriously.

He was just teaching Mary a lesson.

"That Sword of Selection is a ceremonial sword, used primarily to select kings. It's an anti-personnel Noble Phantasm! You can't use this holy sword against Vortigern! Wouldn't it be more appropriate to use an anti-castle Noble Phantasm instead?"

Mary also has this consideration.

Although she is a fun-loving person who doesn't reflect on herself, she doesn't want the story to end so quickly.

Something like this that is within our power.

She thought she should still lend a hand.

"That being said, you picked a really good time. You're actually doing this on the eve of the war with Vortigern!"

"Uh-huh-!"

Meili gasped with a slightly red face.

Because she felt that familiar lesson.

Moran placed her on his lap.

She was slapped hard on the buttocks.

Loud sound waves echoed within the soundproof barrier.

"That's terrible! Moran, this is unkind! I protest! At least... my intentions are good!"

"You, a nightmare, are not qualified to discuss this."

"You, you are not human!"

Meili said with tears in her eyes.

But this cannot be a reason for her to escape punishment.

"I'm a dragon, not a human. Humph! There's a time limit for crying, too. I can escape the death penalty, but I can't escape the punishment of living!"

"Ahh, I plead guilty, isn't that enough?

Wuwuwu... I promise that before the war with Vortigern begins, I will hand the Sword of Victory to Artoria!"

Finally, Meili also showed a fearful expression.

[Her face flushed with shame and her body trembled slightly].

Chapter 115: The Holy Spear of the Fixed Planet [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

[You are the first person to give Meili this shameful feeling, and this experience is not her first time.]

[Understand that Mary is not entirely for fun]

【It's the idea of helping Altria】

[However, her reckless behavior will inevitably lead to her being punished with a slap in the face by you.]

【Finally, when Meili stood up again】

She has to rely on her staff to keep her balance.

[That overly red face makes people imagine a lot, and those who don’t know would think that she has accepted something excessive.]

"Ugh...it hurts...you really don't have any mercy on a lady..."

"You also know that you are a lady?"

Mary patted her wrinkled dress.

It was unknown when Moran started using this shameful method of punishment on her.

As a nightmare without emotions.

Whenever she thought of this experience, she felt unbearable shame, and she couldn't understand what was going on.

It's really too much!

"Even if your intentions are good, you still have to discuss this with everyone!"

Moran glanced at Meili, who was pouting.

He knew that the characteristic of fantasy species was to do whatever they wanted, and very few fantasy species knew how to restrain themselves.

Even as a nightmare like Sage Meli.

She is also very promiscuous in nature.

If it weren't for her desire to see an interesting story, she would never be restricted by any rules and regulations.

You must do whatever makes you happy.

"Phew, I know I was wrong. At worst, I can just come back for more bloody service. I also have a way to get the Tower of Light."

"You say, Longominiade?"

"Yes, yes, yes. As Albion, you're familiar with this, right? The Star Anchor that anchors the world. A weapon of this caliber would rival a planet-forged holy sword."

Mary smiled very happily.

It was rare for her to offer to help.

The rules of the Age of Gods have changed.

The last traces of Britain's land remain, and the loosening of the Star Anchor is a necessary process.

[The reason why the British Age of Gods still exists]

[A big reason is Star Anchor]

"If the Star Anchor is removed, you should be aware that this will accelerate the decline of Britain's Age of Gods, right?"

"I know, Moran, don't you understand? Even if I didn't take action, the fairies would have taken action in the end. No one can stop the decline of the Age of Gods. There's nothing we can do about it. No matter how powerful the Star Anchor is, it can't hold a broken rag in place."

"—at least not now."

Moran did not deny this conclusion.

In his heart, he also agreed with what Mary said.

But, we really need to remove the Star Anchor.

The decline of the Age of Gods will certainly be unstoppable, and the speed at which the rules of human nature change will be faster than ever before.

He will also face greater pressure.

"I will not pull out the Star Anchor."

"Well, I hope it's pulled out sooner rather than later. It'll have to be pulled out eventually anyway. That guy Vortigern is eyeing the Holy Lance covetously. He wants to completely solidify Britain into a dark and enduring land."

Mary looked like she was not afraid of any trouble.

She was telling the truth at this moment.

"Everyone thinks that killing Vortigern will end everything. You and I both know that it's impossible for that to happen. The land on the edge of Britain is already failing to produce any crops, and the trees are withering. This year is still a year of disaster, and next year should be the same."

"I have plans after defeating Vortigern. Even if the island of Britain will face its end, the country of Britain may not. Merry, I forbid you to initiate a discussion about this with Altria."

Moran knew the importance of the Holy Lance.

But he knew that his order was in vain, and it would be of no use even if the Holy Lance stood on the earth.

Its glory has long since faded.

The echoes of the Age of Gods have already been shattered, and the Holy Lance is only missing the straw that can break the camel's back.

"Understood! I won't mention it.

Don't look at me with such suspicion! I promised you that I won't tell Altria about this!"

The look of amusement in Mary's beautiful eyes remained unchanged.

She did decide not to mention this to Altria.

But, if it was Altria who asked.

That's another matter then.

"These vassal clans and knights, all driven to a better and more luxurious life, are determined to drive out the foreigners, even at the cost of their lives. Once they've defeated their enemies and realize that nothing will change for the better, the biggest problems will erupt."

Moran looked up at the dark sky.

The dragon race's intuitive future vision vaguely foreshadows this.

Even if he defeated the humble king Vortigern and the invading Saxons, the future he saw was still bloody.

The blood is irrigating the dry earth.

[You know that stopping Meli from telling Altria to do this is actually useless.]

[Someone will always choose to draw the Holy Lance]

[It’s just that you want to stay in this world as long as possible, and don’t want the Age of Gods to fade away so quickly.]

You still have a lot to do

[Although the important holy sword was lost]

[However, after discussing it, the Knights of the Round Table decided to keep this matter under wraps and continue their march.]

You are already preparing to march into the enemy city.

[If we retreat at this critical juncture, it will undoubtedly greatly reduce morale, which is not advisable.]

[Moving forward has become an inevitable option]

You have no choice but to retreat.

[Of course, not everyone was nervous. There were a few people in the team who felt that it had nothing to do with them.]

Kai and Meili are typical examples of this type.

[The former believes that even if King Arthur doesn't have the holy sword, you, the strongest dragon, are still in the team.]

[He casually carved a small bird preying on salmon]

[Not affected by this incident at all]

[In contrast, Gawain, Gareth, Agrawen, and others all looked frighteningly pale.]

[Always be vigilant]

If the enemy launches a surprise attack at this time, it will surely be a significant challenge for the troops.

King Arthur is no longer protected by the scabbard and the holy sword.

[Life may be threatened]

If it weren't for Altria's identity, they might have let her ride on the same horse with you.

[This is also the first time the Knights of the Round Table have been so nervous.]

The culprit is Mary.

[She is now happily walking with you, admiring the pale faces of those who are in the know].

Chapter 116: The Enemy at the Gate, the King's Choice [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

You lead the army and approach the city.

[In terms of manpower, your army consists of 3,000 men, 1,000 of whom are cavalry, and the rest are infantry.]

It's not just Camelot that needs attention.

[Besides Camelot, there's also the north, which serves as a supply base. The Picts there also need to be watched.]

【According to the intelligence, you can find out】