Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Tristan was not in the hall; clearly, even with the blessing, having most of his body burned was not a pleasant experience.

"Thanks to the protection of our king, Lord Tristan is not in mortal danger and will recover soon."

Agguwen replied.

Having been hit by Surtr, it's impossible for the other party to be completely unharmed; he's probably wrapped up like a mummy by now.

Despite the use of healing magic, Surtr's flames are like a persistent leech, and even with the Servant's physical constitution, it will probably take several more days to fully recover.

Fortunately, even with only one hand left, the opponent could still draw the bow.

"Ah."

The Lion King nodded and continued.

"Next, we will focus on preparing for the war against the Sun King. When the Knights of the Lake return in triumph, we will have the final battle against them."

"Then, what about those two rebels? Leaving Bedivere aside, Surtr's strength is enough to rival Gawain's. If we leave them unchecked, wouldn't that...?"

"With her abilities, even if everyone at the round table worked together, they wouldn't be able to stop her. There's no need to waste our energy on this now."

"I understand now."

A.Y. did not refute this.

Although these words were very demoralizing, the battle just now proved them to be true.

Gawain might be able to fight her in terms of strength, but no one can stop her from leaving if she wants to. They can't do anything about her just because of her flying ability alone. The only somewhat useful person, Tristan, is still in bed.

"Don't be discouraged. Do you still remember why I summoned you in the first place?"

The Lion King offered words of "consolation."

"Yes, you said you need a knight who can help organize the Holy Grail War."

“That’s right, the purpose of summoning you is to hold the Holy Election; your combat abilities are secondary.”

"Yes......"

For some reason, the atmosphere seemed to have become even heavier, but the Lion King obviously didn't care.

He stood up and left the main hall.

Walking alone down the dimly lit corridor, the Lion King raised his head and looked up at the enormous band of light in the sky.

The future of humanity, the truth behind the burning of human reason.

This is not just the Magic King's madness.

Stars in a foreign land, struggle on!

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Thirteen - The Chaldean Succubus

A cool evening breeze stirred up the soft sand on the ground. Under the deep night sky, the firelight flickered, and only the crackling sound of burning firewood echoed in the silent air.

"This is terrible, this time the opponent is actually a real god."

On the virtual screen, the pink-haired man had a serious expression.

Just now, Bedivere shared with the others all the information he knew about the Lion King, except for his own origins.

"Is this bad, Doctor? As for gods, we've encountered them in previous singularities, like with Miss Euryale."

Ritsuka asked, not quite understanding why the doctor looked like he'd seen a ghost after hearing that the Lion King was a god, since he'd encountered that before.

"Hmm... Fujimaru, I think it's a bit disrespectful of you to compare that kind of 'vase goddess' to the Lion King."

Surtr's expression was subtle.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the two sisters in Greek mythology lowered the bar for the gods.

No god would become stronger after becoming a Servant.

outrageous.

"Um, is that so?"

Ritsuka scratched her head.

"Although it's not very polite to say this to Miss Euryale, the two are indeed incomparable. Moreover, none of the Servants you've encountered in the previous Singularities are on the same level as her."

The doctor agreed, then expressed doubt.

"However, if the goal is simply to build a shelter, then why is this singularity rated at the EX level? This is not just a simple distortion; it's as if they are trying to tear this singularity out of the realm of humanity."

"Ah, I know that."

Surtr raised his hand.

"Please speak."

"Because of the Holy Lance, the Holy Lance Rungomminiad. Its true form is the Tower of the End, which is actually an anchor used to hold the fabric of the human world in place. The Holy Lance is the weapon wielded by the tower's manager, much like the relationship between a submachine and a mainframe. If you were to pull the tower up from the ground, wouldn't it be natural for the fabric to come loose?"

After hearing the explanation, everyone present showed expressions of astonishment.

The Tower of the End has always stood on the western horizon of Britain, a place Bedivere was not unfamiliar with, but this was the first time he had learned the truth about the Holy Lance.

"Was the king carrying such a dangerous thing all along?"

Ritsuka's attention, however, was elsewhere.

Was our human world originally just a thin layer of cloth?

She looked down at the ground beneath her feet; this idea was still too far-fetched for a child like her who had grown up in a normal society.

"But why go to that extent? If we're building a shelter, do we have to tear down the tower?"

"Mash asked."

"Because only in this way can we escape the burning of the tower by human reason. We must not only pull up the tower, but also escape to another place."

Surtr explained.

"Then we must stop her quickly. If she succeeds, even if she defeats King Solomon, human history will become a mess."

Roman's eyes widened.

"That's true, but that's an opponent we can't defeat even if we're all tied together. We definitely can't do it on our own."

Despite their brief encounter, Miss Surtr was quite certain.

"Even you who destroyed Northern Europe couldn't do it? If it were your Levantine, you should be able to rival the Holy Lance."

Roman seems to have some expectations of Miss Surtr.

Unfortunately.

"If I really do have one."

Surtr shrugged.

"Huh, isn't it? So that sword wasn't it after all."

"Unfortunately, it was just a relatively hard ordinary greatsword; the sword is still with the original body. I'm like a piece of flesh that has fallen from the original body; apart from my own strength, I have no weapon enhancement."

Of course, even if she did get Levantine, Miss Surtr wouldn't be able to unleash the same power as Old Su in the Lostbelt, who could blast away the entire Nordic region with a single sword strike.

It has nothing to do with weapons; it's purely a matter of individual ability.

It's like the vajra in the hands of Gilgamesh and Indra.

The same weapon can have different effects in different hands, so she felt it would be difficult to defeat the Lion King with it.

Instead of waiting for me, let's see if we can find other companions. With our current strength, we probably can't even get past the Round Table.

Surtr spoke the harsh truth.

"Ugh, even though it's not wrong, it's still pretty discouraging."

Ritsuka sighed.

In truth, she was able to get through those singularities thanks to those Servants, and their own combat prowess, well, was already demonstrated in the battle against Mordred.

If I encounter a situation where no one helps me in the future... sigh, I don't even want to think about it.

"Don't be discouraged. After experiencing those singularities before, you should know that it's unrealistic to conquer them alone when facing those ancient heroes. Besides, you're the Master. As long as you conquer all the Servants you encounter, why should you worry about not having enough combat power?"

Surtr said calmly.

"Why are you talking like you're playing some kind of bishoujo game?"

Ritsuka's face showed helplessness.

"It's just about increasing favorability and then establishing a relationship. Apart from the fact that the target is a bit special and the environment is a bit dangerous, it doesn't seem to be that different."

Actually, Fate was originally a bishoujo game, and it was also an eroge (adult game).

"That's a big difference, okay? By the way, Miss Surtr also plays bishoujo games? Was Norse mythology that advanced at that time?"

Ritsuka's attention seemed to have drifted off to something else.

"Don't confuse the Age of Gods with the ancient times. The truth about the gods is sometimes much more bizarre than you think. There are alien evil gods, cosmic bacteria, interstellar warships, and so on. The Age of Gods on this planet is quite lively, and we have fully experienced what biodiversity means."

Surtr's words were startling, and Roman, who was secretly watching from Chaldea, wiped the sweat from his brow.

As expected of a giant who survived from the Age of Gods, even his casual remarks are so astonishing.

The amount of information revealed in those few words alone is enough to shake the entire magic world, even within the Clock Tower.

"Now that you mention it, I'm actually tempted to go see one. A starship, is it real?"

For Ritsuka, a modern person, her curiosity about interstellar warships is probably no less than her curiosity about magic.

"If you keep living, you'll probably have a chance."

However, Surtr thought that the other party would probably prefer not to meet him at all.

"I sense there's something hidden in your words."

Ritsuka keenly noticed this.

But Surtr didn't say much; there was no point in saying anything now.

"Alright, let's stop this small talk and see who to visit next."

She picked up a stick and drew three patterns on the ground.

A round table, a pyramid, a skull.

"Besides the Holy City, there are only two other forces in this era: the Sun King and Hassan. Oh, by the way, the Sun King's name is Ramses II."

Surtr casually revealed Ramses II's real name, and then asked a question.

"I've already explained the general situation of both sides to you, so who do you think you should contact first?"

"As expected, it's only Hassan. After all, he's a Servant summoned by the Counter Force. Compared to the Sun King who wields the Holy Grail, he's naturally on our side."

Roman analysis.

"I think so too, what about you, senior?"

"Mash asked."

Me too.

"What do you think, Bedivere?"

Surtr looked at the knight.

"I have no opinion."

"However, Hassan has a conflict with Saint City, and given our status, Miss Mashu and I may not necessarily get a good outcome."

Bedivere looked at Mash, who instinctively tensed up, as if she were a child seeing her parent.

"That's true. Although it's easy to disguise, it can cause a crisis of trust if you're eventually discovered."

Surtr nodded.

"Let's give it a try first. If it doesn't work, we'll go back to the Sun King and see what he's planning."

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Fourteen - I Must Still Be Sleeping

In the desert late at night.

A cool breeze caressed the small oasis as two tents were pitched.

Today's events left them quite exhausted, and after deciding on tomorrow's itinerary, they went to rest early.