Type-Moon, isn't this really the other world?

Scáthach ignored the other party, gritting her teeth and concentrating on resisting and clearing the black sludge that had begun to stir in her stomach. This black sludge, which she could normally deal with with a single thought, was now extremely troublesome.

It's almost here, almost here...

"snore?!!"

The intense pain and stimulation instantly shifted Scáthach's attention from the inside out.

Her tightly pursed cherry lips parted uncontrollably.

Her wide-open eyes were filled with disbelief, accompanied by tears that seemed to well up from pain, regret, or helplessness.

This guy, this guy actually...

Even the battle-hardened Scáthach hadn't expected Lin Jiu'an to stoop to such a level.

Even back then.

It is normal for the victor to enjoy everything the vanquished has. Not to mention other Celtic 'heroes', even her apprentice Cú Chulainn did many things like defeating his opponent and then enjoying everything he had.

But they would only enjoy the spoils of war after completely defeating their opponent.

And this is what Lin Jiu'an is doing now.

She had never even seen it before.

I've never even heard of it!

Who defeats their opponent in the middle of a fight using this method?!

What outrageous things did this guy watch as a child that allowed him to come up with such an evil idea?

Moreover.

Although in her time.

Although Maeve is known for her amorous nature.

But it's perfectly normal for a woman to have relationships with different men.

Especially those beautiful female warriors.

When fighting with others, there will always be times when they lose, and when they lose, they have no say in whose body their bodies belong to. However, because of her outstanding talent, she has never lost.

That's why I didn't mention that kind of thing earlier.

Now, suddenly insulted, Scáthach couldn't help but feel shame and anger welling up in her beautiful eyes. She had never felt such a strong urge to tear the other person to pieces, but...

"Wow, so sweet?!?"

The anger that had been escaping from his open mouth eventually turned into a helpless wail.

No, not possible!

That's so unfair!

Although she didn't really want to admit it, Scáthach sadly discovered that she was now completely powerless to resist and had begun to succumb to the opponent's attacks.

—Although it's outrageous, this method seems to be quite useful?

"Stop! Stop it!?"

"So, Master, you're admitting defeat?"

"I...I'm not your...Huh?!" Scáthach gritted her teeth, trying to suppress the shameful cry of a defeated person, but the opponent's strength was simply too overwhelming.

Scáthach had assumed that the opponent's strength was already formidable.

But his true strength is far more terrifying than the immense power he just displayed.

Don't say it's yourself.

Even Maeve, that sentimental little girl, would probably be defeated in an instant by this monster and become devoted to this man forever, right?

"Kill me! Kill me, seriously?!?!"

Bai Mao Hassan silently watched what was happening on the vast, empty plain.

Silently, he used his magic to create dozens more clones.

They moved away in all directions to prevent any enemies from getting close and disturbing their master from enjoying the spoils.

······

into the night.

Richmond.

Inside the castle that originally belonged to Lin Jiu'an, Fujimaru Ritsuka and her group were gathered around a table in the dining room.

They successfully repelled the Celtic attack.

Karna faced Arjuna, while Artoria and Martha dealt with the remaining Celtic Servants. Cú Chulainn was lured away by Scáthach, and for some reason, the seemingly endless stream of Celtic warriors experienced a lull in their attacks today.

Although Cú Chulainn returned later, his side already had a clear advantage.

Both sides stepped back.

“Cú Chulainn and Arjuna have already led the remaining men back to Washington.”

"It seems something went wrong over there. Celtic soldiers on other fronts are also experiencing a break in their ranks and are all heading back to Washington."

"Could it be that guy who launched a surprise attack on Washington?" Drake frowned.

The group exchanged glances and fell silent for a moment.

If we disregard the very low possibility of a fourth party suddenly appearing, this is the only possibility left now.

Just then, Helena pushed open the door and walked in.

"Well, is there any news about Master?" Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately stood up.

Although the plan took a major turn, the result was actually quite good.

Nero was rescued, Richmond was successfully defended, and Cú Chulainn and Arjuna led the Celts to retreat, suffering few casualties on their side.

Except for Scáthach.

"I didn't see any of the scattered robots or the survivors in the surrounding area."

Helena shook her head.

"We only saw Scáthach and Cú Chulainn fighting, and no one could see what happened on the battlefield afterwards."

"Don't worry, Master. With Scáthach's strength, even if she's no match for Cú Chulainn, she definitely can't die at Cú Chulainn's hands," Mash comforted her. "She should be recuperating somewhere now, or observing the battle from the shadows like before."

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a little relieved upon hearing this and nodded with a smile.

"Ok!"

······

A sky full of stars surrounds the bright moon, which hangs high in the sky.

Plains free from industrial pollution remain bright even in the dead of night.

The wind rustled through the grass, carrying a crisp 'shush' sound to the distant forest. Besides the fresh scent of tender grass, the wind seemed to also carry the faint, mournful cry of a woman.

"Wow, so sweet?!?"

Scáthach's once proud and cold eyes were now dull and filled with tears of regret and disbelief.

Although in terms of combat skills, Cú Chulainn and Lin Jiu'an combined couldn't match her, she had never mastered such combat skills and was unable to cope with Lin Jiu'an's overwhelming strength.

From the moment she was captured by Lin Jiu'an in the early morning until now, his ferocious attacks have been like a tidal wave, one after another, without any pause. And she doesn't know if it's just her imagination that her physical strength is gradually being exhausted and her mind is gradually collapsing, but Lin Jiu'an's offensive is becoming more and more ferocious!

The teeth that were originally clenched were now wide open, unable to suppress the pitiful cries.

"You still don't surrender?"

Hearing Lin Jiu'an's relaxed and carefree teasing, Scáthach, who had finally regained her last bit of clarity, had a look of despair in her eyes. She gritted her teeth again, but could no longer utter any defiant words.

Suddenly, countless corrupted and decadent magical powers swept towards Scáthach.

This time, Scáthach felt her mind go blank, unable to muster any magic or strength to resist Lin Jiu'an's magic pollution, and could only desperately let it seep into her body.

[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have successfully put Scáthach into the "Primary Corruption" state and have been awarded the "Clairvoyance" reward.]

Scáthach's clairvoyance is different from Merry's current clairvoyance.

Unlike Solomon and Gilgamesh, whose clairvoyance allowed them to see the future, her clairvoyance could see the future, but the future she could see was limited and vague. However, in some ways, it was more useful than theirs.

In the legends of Ulster.

She often used her precognitive abilities to predict the future, including the death of her beloved disciple, Cú Chulainn.

In battle, she often uses her "clairvoyance" skill to foresee the situation, and combined with her instinctive combat skills and powerful techniques, she is able to defeat stronger opponents despite being weaker.

But now...

"snore..."

"Looks like you lost."

Seeing Scáthach, her bright red pupils no longer visible in her open eyes, lying limply in the snow with tears streaming down her face, Lin Jiu'an lightly patted her cheek.

"Did you have clairvoyance to foresee today's situation?"

Scáthach did not answer.

The moment she was tainted by the corrupting magic and realized she was contaminated, her last shred of will crumbled. Now her mind was blank, and she could only instinctively utter whimpers of defeat and pleading.

However, Lin Jiu'an did not tolerate her at all and slapped her.

"snore?!"

Scáthach let out another mournful cry. The electric magic brought her red eyes back to focus, but the anger in her gaze toward Lin Jiu'an was gone.

She was completely exhausted.

And although she didn't want to admit this humiliating defeat, she had indeed been utterly defeated.

This demon is too powerful.

"You... vomit?!"

Scáthach had barely uttered a sound when she couldn't help but spit out mouthfuls of overflowing snow.

Although Lin Jiu'an himself was not interested in unorthodox methods, in order to ensure Scáthach's complete defeat, he still shared his own exploration, which inevitably caused a lot of indigestible magic to appear in Scáthach's body.

After vomiting for a while, looking at the fresh snow on the ground, Scáthach's face showed a sad and self-deprecating smile.

"so what?"

"It seems you have no self-awareness at all."

Lin Jiu'an stood up and stepped on Scáthach's lower abdomen.

The considerable force caused Scáthach to groan and vomit up some more of the indigestible magic from her stomach.

"vomit!?"

"Since you've lost, you should be prepared to be a loser. Do you want me to teach you?" Lin Jiu'an said with a sinister grin, pressing his foot harder. Although he had deactivated his Heavenly Demon Transformation, Lin Jiu'an felt that his emotions were still entangled in negativity.

Anyway, it's quite satisfying to see Scáthach looking so miserable.

A violent emotion spread through his heart. If it weren't for his reason, Lin Jiu'an would have wanted to test the limits of this immortal mirror queen's 'immortality'.

"Are you...are you going to kill me?"

Scáthach, her face contorted with pain, instead laughed mockingly.

"Of course I won't kill you."

Lin Jiu'an released his foot and picked up Scáthach, who was slumped on the ground.

A void passage appeared beside him, and Lin Jiu'an, carrying Scáthach, stepped into the void.

Emerging from the void once more, Lin Jiu'an had returned to Washington with Scáthach, appearing in the bedroom where Maeve was being held captive.

"Owner."

Maeve was guarding the door when she saw him and her eyes lit up immediately.

“Following her master’s instructions, Maeve has produced 3,883 Fallen Servants without interruption.”

"good."

When he left, Scáthach and Cú Chulainn had just started their fight.