Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

"Such soaring magic! Although she has the appearance of a young girl, she must be a renowned warrior."

Lancer's voice approached from behind.

He was no longer empty-handed, but had grasped a long spear.

"This is retaliation for the sneak attack."

As Lancer said this, he stabbed Mordred in the back of the head.

With two consecutive releases of magic power and a partial release of her Noble Phantasm, Mordred, despite possessing superhuman magical power, could not keep up with the rotation, and her body was no longer able to evade in time.

However, just as the spear tip sliced ​​through a few strands of the girl's golden hair and was about to pierce her head—

Mordred's armor began to deform, and her helmet covered her head, blocking the fatal blow from behind.

This is another Noble Phantasm possessed by Mordred, the "Secret of Pedigree".

This treasure, created by her mother, the fairy queen Morgan, not only conceals her information but also possesses outstanding defensive capabilities.

It's worth mentioning that this wasn't Mordred's own helmet.

Her original helmet was smashed by Shirou's sword the night before last, and the one she is now wearing was taken from Shirou's treasure vault (spirit origin).

"...!"

Although he avoided being killed, Mordred was still shot and sent flying, crashing to the ground.

Vlad III's stats all increased by one level when fighting on home soil, allowing him to overpower even the Knights of the Round Table from the Age of Gods.

The "Red" swordsman landed with a far from graceful movement, then immediately looked up and glared at Flanders III, who was riding comfortably on his horse.

"That indomitable, rebellious gaze... I see. You're quite similar to the 'Red' Berserker."

The Grand Prince of Wallachia coldly looked down at the girl, meeting her gaze directly from the strange helmet.

"Although I do not intend to let you off the hook, since you are both a heretic and an invader, however—"

"Red" swordsman, I can grant you special mercy and forgive your disrespect towards the king.

"So, would you like to join my ranks?"

In an instant, a furious rage mixed with murderous intent swept across the entire wasteland battlefield.

"If you say anything like that again, I'll kill you."

Mordred said in a deep voice.

This surging killing intent was her answer, given with her very soul—

The king to whom the young girl is willing to serve is only one, past, present, and future.

"What a pity... Well, in that case, let him die."

The "Black" spearman nodded thoughtfully.

As he raised his right hand, murderous intent surged from the ground where Mordred stood.

The stakes they had just erected were merely a show of force; Romania's strongest protectors were now getting serious and slaughtering their enemies.

"Come on, try showing me your rebellious side—"

In the next instant, the stakes, ten times larger than before, were already close in on the red swordsman.

"Well!"

Mordred managed to react and dodge using "Magic Release," but then more stakes came from different directions.

"Is that all, 'Red' Swordsman... It seems I was right not to recruit you."

Hundreds, thousands, or even more than ten thousand stakes were shot out.

Mordred possesses reflexes and intuition that are among the best even among the Knights of the Round Table.

Her martial arts skills were no match for those of top-tier knights; what allowed her to establish herself in Britain was her innate fighting spirit.

However, even the natural-born swordsman Mordred gradually became overwhelmed when faced with this unusually large number of stakes.

Although he managed to defend and dodge with his intuition, he was ultimately unable to withstand all the attacks, and the stake began to accumulate wounds on the armor.

What kind of quantity is that...? This monster!

Mordred didn't believe this was Lancer's true strength; he must have done something underhanded.

At the same time, memories of a simulated battle with her father before she was born surfaced in the girl's mind.

The king who can project the Infinity Blade—

Gulp! Compared to Father King, these broken stakes are nothing at all!!!

Mordred roared and swung his magic sword, but—

With a crisp sound, the armor on the "Red" swordsman shattered.

The surging piles finally broke through the defenses and pierced through the girl's body.

Blood spurts.

The stakes were inserted into the left shoulder, right forearm, right thigh, and side abdomen.

Mordred's leg injury was particularly severe, forcing him to kneel on one knee in humiliation.

This was the first time the Rebellious Knights had been defeated in a war of attrition.

Her greatest pride lies in her magical power and resilience...

"hateful……!"

The "Black" spearmen's stakes are almost endless, no—

It is not merely close to, but truly infinite.

This is because the magic Lancer uses is not drawn from the Master... but extracted from the artificial lifeforms used as batteries.

As long as the Yggdrasil's stockpile of androids hasn't been exhausted, Lancer's magic will never run out.

In other words, this battlefield with a radius of one kilometer was filled with his malicious 20,000 stakes.

There's absolutely no way we can win.

Mordred's attempt to challenge the king who ruled the land and possessed the country was, of course, doomed to failure.

"This is the end, Crimson Swordsman—"

Lancer has ridden on horseback and hasn't even broken a sweat so far.

"As a tribute to your rebellious spirit, I will personally behead you."

He rode up to Mordred and raised his execution spear high—

Suddenly, crimson magic surged forth, connecting heaven and earth.

Flanders III stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

"They still have so much power left... no, is it an enhancement of the Command Seals!?"

The bronze horse beneath him was not a living being, yet it was startled by this overwhelming aura and reared up on its front hooves.

"Die! You arrogant king!!"

Mordred seized the opportunity, leaping up as if completely unaffected by the stakes piercing her body.

The Command Seals of Shishikatsu Kairi only enhanced her magical power; Mordred's ability to react quickly relied on her own Battle Continuation.

"Drink ah ah ah ah!"

Witnessing a crimson flash, the rebellious knight swung his sword, imbued with all his magic, at the "Black" lancer—

However, at that moment, her "intuition" kicked in.

A nameless fear quickly enveloped the girl, slowing her movements.

Mordred's intuition told her that the attack had ended before she even realized it.

Was it when the tip of the gun pierced the back of my head?!

"Oh? That's surprising... that you actually realized that much?"

You truly are a born warrior—but it's too late.

As soon as Lancer finished speaking, something swelled violently within Mordred's body.

This thing, hard, sharp, and terrifyingly cold, is—

"Goooo!"

Mordred coughed up blood.

Her crimson armor shattered completely, and several stakes burst from her chest cavity, gushing blood as she crashed heavily back to the ground.

Vlad III's Noble Phantasm, Kazikli Bey.

A Noble Phantasm that causes a large number of stakes to appear out of thin air and pierce the enemy.

However, the truth about this Noble Phantasm is not the stake itself, but the concept of "piercing".

Combined with another skill, "Guardian Ghost General"—

By obtaining the ley lines in advance, Vlad III claimed a specific area as "his own territory."

The ultimate achievement is the final form of the "King of Extreme Punishment": "a stake that can penetrate anywhere".

"damn it……"

Mordred crawled in the pool of blood.

Her body was no longer intact; stakes had pierced through her hands, feet, and body everywhere.

Although a single stake has very low power, being hit by it will temporarily inflict continuous damage caused by "penetration".

Furthermore, once the spearhead pierces the enemy, it can even create a stake inside the enemy's body to penetrate them.

Mordred was stabbed in the back of the head by Lancer at the very beginning of the war, which sowed the seeds of future trouble.

Once it gets to this point, there's no going back; all you can do is struggle in agony until you die.

"Gu...well..."

The beloved sword "Clarent," a gift from her father, fell to the ground a meter away.

Before his death, Mordred had his internal organs burned through by the Holy Lance Rungonimid during a duel with Lily.

Even so, she did not die immediately.

Now, this vitality drives her to hold her beloved sword again.

I don't want to lose...

We can't lose...

My father is somewhere on this battlefield...

I don't want things to end so easily in a place like this...

Mordred clenched his back teeth.

Father King...

They never admitted it to me until the very end...

I don't want this kind of ending—

"That's enough."

Before Mordred could touch "Clarent," his other hand snatched it up first.

Who is it?

While placing the golden scabbard into Mordred's body, he gripped the Silver King Sword that had fallen to the ground.

"You've already done your best. Now leave the rest to me, Xiao Mo."

Shirou patted the girl's head affectionately, then stood up to face the "Black" lancer.

"Thank you for taking care of my little devil, Lancer..."

Father...!?

Mordred's eyes widened.