A compilation of memorable moments from Chaldea's girlfriends showing affection in various dime

He hated this kind of person who was incredibly powerful, stunningly handsome, and had countless girls.

The type of man a girl likes.

Why are there such big differences between people?

"Oh—!?" The Thousand-Mile-Eyed Demon Barnier showed a surprised expression. "This is truly amazing. Could it be that he has the same constitution as the Poisonous Slime Hans?"

He had only ever seen such a special constitution in the highly poisonous slime Hans.

No wonder she was so confident and unafraid of Tristan's attacks; that explains it.

But this handsome man's strength is also astonishing.

Demon City.

The chimera Sylvia stared intently at Tristan, a Knight of the Round Table, and said regretfully, "Ah... if I could meet Tristan when he was young, he would definitely fall for me."

She looked at Tristan with regret. Although he was a handsome man, she was sorry because she liked young boys.

I never imagined there were so many good men in this world.

She licked her lips, gazing at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was worried about Meltlilith.

This is a good man; I can't let him slip away.

Life in a Different World from Zero.

"..." Emilia stared in disbelief at Meltlilith, who had been pierced through, her eyes filled with tears.

In her eyes, Miss Meltlilith was by no means a bad person.

The way she looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka said it all—it was the same way she looked at Ang...

Subaru swallowed hard. Casualties had already occurred so quickly; this world was far more dangerous than his own.

If Tristan Gawain, one of the Knights of the Round Table, could appear in Emilia's party.

The threat from the Witch Cult should be no longer a concern...

He felt that Gawain, the Knight of the Round Table, was very strong, but he didn't know how strong he was. He felt that he was about the same strength as the old man, Sword Demon.

“Serious and meticulous, truly a man worthy of the name of a knight… Are the knights of another world the same as us?” Julius Jucreus looked at Tristan and Gawain, the Knights of the Round Table, in the image.

A competitive spirit welled up inside him.

As a knight of the kingdom, he couldn't resist the urge to spar with Tristan Gawain.

Hey—!

Just how exceptional must the king be, to be served by such a powerful knight?

He imagined the Knight King to be a man around two meters tall.

He possesses marble-like muscles, is powerful and strong, has unparalleled swordsmanship, and is forthright and domineering.

Otherwise, figures like Gawain, a Knight of the Round Table, and Tristan would not have respected each other as kings.

“Hmm… it’s the same as Lord Crusch’s sword, but it seems even more troublesome!” Felix Argyle, dressed in black stockings and a gothic maid outfit, stood beside Crusch Kars.

Crusch Kars's eye twitched, and he was speechless. Ever since the Multiverse Forum was opened...

Felix loves buying all sorts of weird, girly clothes, and he even recommends them to himself...

The world of Reincarnation without Job.

Gentleman Rudeus gazed at the sacred relic he was offering, his right hand stroking his chin in thought. Compared to the noble Knights of the Round Table, he seemed somewhat abnormal...

"No, they will surely understand me. This is a man's dream. It is undoubtedly a treasure worthy of worship!"

He picked up the stone carving tool and began carving on a piece of stone that was forty centimeters long and ten centimeters wide.

"Recreating Meltlilith's expression is extremely difficult. But for the adorable Meltlilith... it's worth any amount of money!"

Disguised as a princess knight, Sylphiete secretly peeked through the door, watching Rudeus lurking suspiciously in the dormitory, and pouted, thinking to herself:

"Rudius hasn't been to class for the past few days... What has he been doing? Is he dating other girls?"

The Land of the Sword Saint.

Alice was drenched in sweat, constantly swinging her training sword, slashing at the iron man in front of her, and occasionally dodging the hidden weapons that the iron man fired at her.

She is training hard to become the Sword King.

After a long while, she stopped training, wiping the sweat from her face with a towel. "I need to become stronger... When will I reach the strength of Teacher Kyrie Irvine, Gawain, and Tristan...?"

She watched the battle between Tristan, a Knight of the Round Table, and Meltlilith, feeling utterly lost.

She couldn't even catch a glimpse of Meltlilith, and she couldn't dodge Tristan's attacks at all; the gap in skill was too great.

"Hey—! Rudeus, what are you doing now...?"

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Knight Gawain of the Round Table carefully observed the pierced Meltlilith, standing guard beside Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The threads binding Meltlilith's body were also torn apart by the spiral sound pillar, freeing her body.

Suddenly, Tristan, a Knight of the Round Table, took a deep breath, his expression grave. How could this be? This venomous woman's spiritual foundation wasn't damaged!? Her power hadn't weakened much!?

His attack just now was ineffective?!

"Hmm... I was a bit willful. Master is watching, I should have restrained myself..."

Meltlilith's abdomen shattered, turning into a silvery liquid, and she watched Tristan's surprised expression with amusement, saying:

"A meticulously set trap, complete with the use of a Noble Phantasm, yet it had no effect whatsoever. What a pity."

"My body is a pure fluid, a vessel shaped from water."

"Your attacks are useless against me."

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As Tristan adjusted his breathing, Meltlilith sprinted downwards.

The spikes on her legs, the blades gleaming with a scorching heat, pierced Tristan's abdomen with their sharp points.

He just hit himself in the abdomen.

Then he would retaliate in kind, "His lungs dissolved—! A highly toxic liquid was injected into his body."

The terrible toxin took effect instantly, tearing a large hole in his chest, and the venom spread around his body, relentlessly corroding it.

A sizzling sound kept ringing out.

Tristan, a Knight of the Round Table, collapsed to the ground with a pained expression on his face, clenching his teeth.

He felt his body and limbs were weak, the demon bow in his hand fell to the side, and his five fingers loosened weakly.

The venom injected by Meltlilith paralyzed the body and damaged the nerves and muscles.

He could no longer control his body and could only watch himself slowly walk toward death.

Meltlilith, slender and with her fair abdomen back to normal, sat atop Tristan's body, watching his pained expression with excitement.

Knight of the Round Table Gawain, and Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly followed.

"My body is made of water... I was careless." Blood trickled from the corner of Tristan's mouth, and the girl Meltlilith reflected in his eyes seemed to be his former lover.

Meltlilith stared coldly at Triss, but did not strike, seemingly hesitant.

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The unique point of the Age of Gods.

Isolde covered his mouth, his heart aching as he watched his beloved Tristan lying critically injured on the screen.

All she wanted to do now was get to Camelot and see Tristan.

She sat in the passenger seat, curiously scanning her surroundings and watching the scenery rushing past the window.

I've never driven a steel carriage this fast before.

With a lollipop in his mouth and sunglasses on, Trott hummed a song, "Hmm, Tristan, he really is a handsome man. No wonder he could charm my bride, he's so cool even when he's completely disheveled."

She discovered that Tristan was the type who became more handsome the more he was humiliated.

He fought Bagst, using countless threads to hold him back, buying time for Fujimaru Ritsuka and Artoria Caster to escape.

This was probably the most handsome moment of Tristan's life.

"Haha ...

He watched the screen, tipsy and in high spirits, ready to go find Isolde right now.

Now is the perfect opportunity to win someone over psychologically; you can use all sorts of ways to belittle them!

He was unaware that Isolde and Tertrot had slipped away.

Marco King looked as if he had a vast green grassland on his head.

Camelot.

"...Melte Lilith, who is naturally a counter to Lord Tristan. No, she counters too many Servants." Knight Lancelot of the Round Table looked at Melte Lilith with a solemn expression.

Gareth, one of the Knights of the Round Table, was immune to Tristan's attacks.

His own invisible sword energy probably wouldn't be able to harm the opponent either.

This terrifying poison, if you get even a little bit on it, will render you unable to fight... It's really troublesome.

If Meltlilith were to trade blows with him... he would most likely be doomed.

“Brother Gawain’s Victory Sword can hit directly, there’s a chance of victory.” Gareth looked at the spear in his hand, and thought, “Hey—! If I went up there, I’d probably be kicked to death by Meltlilith by now.”

She, a cavalryman, was completely countered by Meltlilith, a speed-type Servant.

Her mount wasn't a fantasy creature, nor was it Xanthos; it certainly couldn't outrun Meltlilith.

Even without Achilles' divine armor, he could not withstand the poison dissolving in his lungs.

Tristan stared speechlessly at the screen, wondering how he had run into his natural enemy again.

He was not fighting against Bagst, a fairy knight with the spirit origin of a god.

It's about confronting the bizarre Meltlilith.

The opponent's signature attack is none other than venom, which I hate the most...

He felt he was being targeted.

12 Tristan, the Knight of the Round Table, the Street Performer

Tristan looked at the demon bow in his hand. "Even a spearman has such bad luck?"

He felt a sense of shared suffering with Cú Chulainn.

He pondered that Passenlipe's superhuman strength and the waves that could absorb everything were also a natural way of restraining himself.

Does this mean I'm invincible in this singularity?

“Sir Tristan, do not be discouraged. You have done very well,” Galahad, a Knight of the Round Table, comforted him.

Only with one's own protection can one have a chance to become immune to Meltlilith's venom.

This is indeed a very difficult enemy to deal with.

Especially in special deep-sea anomalies.

It's normal that you're not used to this environment in combat since you've never experienced it before.

Bless this beautiful world.

"Whoa...!!! It's highly poisonous! Why didn't you use it on Suzuka Gozen before?" Sato Kazuma stared in horror at Tristan, the Knight of the Round Table, who was melting away.

Watching his chest hiss and crackle, a huge hole appeared, and his internal organs seemed to melt away.

Fortunately, in the deep-sea singularity, everyone is just data, so the pain sensation isn't that obvious, right?

In Lostbelts or other singularities, such injuries would have resulted in death long ago.

Kazuma Sato and Tristan share a similar plight.

He also vehemently disliked highly poisonous liquids, especially when he saw poisonous monsters.