I'm doing a crossover anime/manga project, and I'm creating a new kind of "Moonlight&

I'll ruin Camelot's reputation, I'll make you promiscuous, I'll make you...

In an instant, hundreds of punches were delivered, leaving Merlin's cheeks swollen like steamed buns, his eyes swollen like light bulbs, and his nose bleeding profusely. He was already in a pitiful state, but now he was even more heartbreaking to see.

Cool--!

"at last....."

Looking at "Merlin" in the center of the meteorite crater, Lancelot's eyes widened, and blinding crimson arcs of electricity exploded, winding and ferocious like roaring lightning dragons.

A terrifying black aura rose several stories high, its power increasing almost instantly, already touching the Servant.

Yes, the side of the genuine Servant.

Amidst the raging crimson arcs of electricity, he grabbed a piece of rebar he pulled from the ruins, twisted it into a single piece, and then completely transformed it into a Noble Phantasm. He leaped into the clouds, roaring as he plummeted like a meteor, and pulled it down.

"...One strike!!"

"Stop! She's not Merlin!"

Reinhard roared, and the Dragon Sword Red was unleashed. He instantly appeared, wielding the radiant sword and slashing upwards!

"Qiang————!"

The earth, hundreds of meters high, trembled violently, and under this terrifying impact, layers of it folded and sank.

Wow, Mr. Lancelot is so strong! Why has he suddenly become so powerful?

Reinhard felt the Dragon Sword being suppressed, and the radiance emanating from it was forcibly shaken away, revealing the ancient blade with dazzling sparks bursting forth.

"Sizzle—!"

A whirlwind rose up around the two of them, and the area within a hundred meters suddenly sank, with layers collapsing, houses crumbling, and soil and rocks floating up.

An immense force was unleashed, and the street finally shattered with a mournful cry, its fragments floating up weightless in the absolute violence.

"Um?--!"

Lancelot, who had fallen while stepping on Merlin's face and collided with Reinhard, was stunned: "What did you say? Not Merlin, oops, I mean not Mordred?"

Who is that?

Reinhard's eyes held a strange pity as he silently stepped aside, revealing Yukinoshita Toto on the other side.

"Her Master is Yukinoshita..."

The rest is self-explanatory; they all know who Yukinoshita's Servant is.

This was why Lancelot had climbed over the wall and run away before.

silence.

for a long time.....

"Eh, that surname sounds familiar. So Merlin's Master also has the surname Yukinoshita. The world is truly full of wonders."

Lancelot spoke, his voice hollow, his neck stiff, and he didn't dare turn around.

Stop running away from reality and deceiving yourself, Mr. Lancelot.

Reinhard closed his eyes with compassion.

Within the field of view,

A group of Earthlings almost collapsed.

Saber, what kind of luck is this?

He just happened to be burned into Mordred's shape by Lezi's divine fist, just happened to be walking this path, just happened to be seriously injured to this extent, just happened to.....

The group of people fell silent.

It can't be.....

at this time.

A magical communication device rang, surprisingly speaking out loud.

“No need to wait for anyone, Lancelot, Mr. Lancelot. I’ve received information that Mordred was indeed Merlin in disguise, but that scourge Merlin has already been blasted to dust by the Berserker.”

Merlin is a menace, I admit.

You, Merlin, are dead. Who lies beneath my feet...?

Lancelot's body stiffened, and he dared not lower his head at all.

Matou Hakurei sounded quite apologetic, but then changed the subject, asking, "By the way, Saber, the only Servant, is seriously injured. Could you please escort her? I know Mr. Lancelot might have a problem with Saber, but I trust his character and integrity..."

Stop talking, Mr. Matou.

Seriously, stop talking. Mr. Lancelot is about to die.

Reinhard cried out in his heart.

But why does it always feel like there's a hint of joy in Mr. Matou's voice?

Earthlings: No doubt about it.

“…Saber….”

Lancelot could no longer deceive himself. He removed his heavily armored foot from the face of the golden-haired king beneath him. The handsome and refined face was now bruised and swollen, with blood flowing from his nose down to his chin.

"Pfft~~"

With a muffled groan, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Lancelot's face contorted in a morbid grin.

"Hahaha, this must be a dream, it must be a dream."

"How could it be such a coincidence? I was lying in ambush with Merlin, how could he suddenly become a king?"

How could Wang suddenly transform into Mordred's likeness?

At this time.

On the other end of the magic communication, Matou Hakurei obviously guessed what had happened.

They fell silent for a moment.

Silence speaks louder than words at this moment.

After a long while, he sighed: "Mr. Lancelot, although you are wholeheartedly trying to share your king's burdens, even sharing his wife with him, comforting him day and night."

When Agravan and his men came to catch you in the act of adultery, you went berserk and killed a whole bunch of people at the Round Table. Only Mordred survived, severely injured. This directly led to Camelot's decline and indirectly destroyed your life's work, as well as the ideals and honor of all of you.

After finishing his sentence in one breath, he changed the subject: "But I always thought you were still an upright and loyal knight."

Within the field of view.

"No, no, no, this is far from being a righteous and loyal knight."

A group of Earthlings complained that seducing older women would get you stabbed and stabbed no matter where you are.

"He also killed a bunch of poor Round Table soldiers, with comrades killing each other, and only poor Mordred survived... Well, he's really strong, no wonder he wasn't discovered for so long..."

The black cat's expression turned strange halfway through his sentence.

So powerful, and he used it to steal his sister-in-law?

"But legend has it that Lancelot was King Arthur's closest friend."

"How could we not be close? In order to share Wang's burdens and solve his problems, I simply endured my inner grief and took on the troubles myself."

"Jane Weier: "Hello, my last name is Ma Fan."

"Nothing else matters, just tell me about the comfort you receive day and night!!! (Voiceover)"

"Talk about the comfort of the sun and the moon!! (crackling voice)"

"Detailed description of the comfort day and night!!! (Justified)"

In front.

The sound of Matou Hakurei playing outside the theater.

Lancelot gradually became numb, his face turned pale, his eyes vacant, and his steel-like body swayed precariously.

Although he never regretted killing Agravure, that hermaphrodite bastard, the other members of the Round Table were his comrades, and they had even caused Camelot's destruction.

He's dead. He's already dead.

The man named Lancelot is dead.

“I know you may hate Saber and think that she, as a woman, cannot meet the Queen’s needs, so you took advantage of her vulnerability and used coercion and enticement. The gap that she cannot fill will always be filled by someone else.”

Matou Hakurei's voice was filled with disappointment and frustration.

"But you're a knight, after all. If you want revenge, it should be a fair fight. How could you... sigh—!"

His tone was deep and filled with heartache.

It was as if it were lamenting the fall of a knight.

'No, no, no, I don't think Mr. Lancelot meant that at all.'

Reinhard hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"At least... at least I ruined Janiville's life. All the blame lies with me. We were on the same wavelength, and there was never anything that crossed the line..."

The weakened Lancelot tried his best to explain with his last bit of strength.

He and Janivir carried the secret of the queen being a woman and her immortality in order to prevent the country from falling into crisis.

We entered into a relationship based on shared ideals; it was a spiritual love affair, and we never crossed any boundaries.

Just as he was about to explain...

"You are...you are...Sir Lancelot?"

Saber, who had been knocked unconscious, woke up a while later, heard the whole thing, and realized who the person in front of her was.

(Rother: Guess who I was talking to?)

Pain, self-blame, regret...

So, even Lord Lancelot can't forgive me?

The queen named Artoria has the responsibility of a king. She believes that her own deception led to all the tragedies.

As a straight woman herself, she was unable to bring happiness to Queen Canaveral, which led to the subsequent disasters and, in a chain reaction, the destruction of Camelot.

It arose from deception, and it will also be destroyed by deception.

Couldn't be more familiar.

Lancelot could no longer deceive himself.

That clear voice, that inclusiveness, that correctness, that banner-like aura—he knew it all too well.

It was Artoria Pendragon, the knight-king who embodied that ideal and led them to defeat the white dragon of the island of the last descendants of the gods.

What...what have I done?!

"I, who hoped to accept the king's punishment, almost killed him? And even trampled on his face?"

Lancelot trembled all over.

A time machine—if we had a time machine, everything could be restored…

He was completely dazed, not even knowing what he was saying, when suddenly he remembered the identity Rother had given him, and his eyes lit up:

"Hahahaha, that's right. Since you've figured it out, I'll just say it directly. That's right, I am Matou Kariya, a descendant of the Matou family, and the Master of this Saber, right... right, Saber!"

He looked at Reinhard with pleading eyes.

He was furious that the Berserk buff had disappeared the first time; otherwise, he could have mustered the courage to face the king, offer his neck to the king's sword, and face punishment.

Reinhard's compassionate, slightly off-center opening.

Mr. Lancelot, stop fooling yourself, Saber heard everything.

"Do you hate me that much, Lord Lancelot? You won't even face me?"

Saber was even more heartbroken.

"No... Your Majesty... I'm the one who's wrong, I'm the one who's guilty..."

That look caused Lancelot's face to contort violently, the pain making it hard for him to breathe.

It was clearly his fault; he should be the one punished.