Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As expected of the monster known as the gorilla in the Round Table, even if he is just a shadow in that person's memory, he is quite resilient.

Clang!

The black greatsword was pulled from the rocky ground by a pair of tightly gripped arms. Surrounded by black flames, the shattered armor visibly reformed, followed by a chilling declaration.

"Saint-Bahn has been defiled. Everyone present is disqualified. Our ideal city cannot tolerate any flaws. Prioritize the annihilation order!"

"Sweep away the filth, annihilate the remaining enemies, kill!"

As the sword pointed forward, the surrounding Knights of the Order of the Righteousness unleashed a chilling roar, forming a formation and pressing towards the central open space. Artoria's pressure increased dramatically, and she was in grave danger.

"I'm saying, shouldn't you show some respect for your opponent?"

As the azure light screen supported by Artoria gradually dimmed and shattered, a cold shout rang out, and a golden-blue sword beam, condensed to its extreme, swept diagonally, instantly engulfing the surging black tide.

"boom!"

However, just as Samael retreated to defend and relieve his disciple, the Black Flame Knight, a hundred meters away, seized the opportunity, raised his heavy sword, and charged forward, covering a hundred meters in an instant.

laugh!

With a sharp screech of air friction, black flames clung to the sword, burning fiercely. The fiery sword, radiating the brilliance of the sun, slashed down with the force of a thunderbolt.

No!

At the critical moment, a magic wand thrust out diagonally, its highly compressed, azure magic power converging into a sword-like beam of light, which surged forth as it approached the dark figure.

puff!

Caught off guard, the figure enveloped in black flames had a horrifying hole in its chest, its heart clearly pierced by the magic blade.

boom……

The knight, writhing in black flames, staggered backward, the surrounding dark aura boiling and dissipating. His body shattered like porcelain thrown to the ground, revealing a face beneath the broken mask that seemed both familiar and strange to Artoria.

Gao...Gao Wenqing?

Watching the figure disappear like smoke and mist, a nameless sadness welled up in Artoria's heart. The warmth on her face made her subconsciously raise her hand to touch the side of her cheek.

As her fingers and palm fell, the glistening liquid at her fingertips startled Artoria.

She cried.

The throbbing grew stronger, and the girl instinctively covered her chest.

My heart... hurts so much... it's so painful...

Why is this happening?

Artoria was somewhat bewildered, but as her gaze turned back to the concerned figure behind her, the girl's frustration and fear gradually vanished.

"what happened?"

Samael noticed Artoria's dejection, placed his hand on his disciple's head, and gently stroked it.

"It's nothing, I'm just glad you're safe, teacher."

The blonde girl shook her head, a bright smile appearing on her pretty face.

"Is it really okay?"

"Yes, there is..."

Faced with her teacher's concerned inquiry, Artoria hesitated for a moment, her face tightened, and she became quite serious as she raised her hand to press down on the claw that was causing trouble on her head.

"Teacher, how many times have I told you not to touch my head? It'll make me stupid!"

Samael was slightly taken aback by her hamster-like puffed-up cheeks and her adorable protest, and couldn't help but smile as she withdrew her fingers.

"By the way, how is everyone doing?"

The master and apprentice chatted casually for a while, when Artoria suddenly slapped her forehead, remembering the important matter, and hurriedly asked.

"Thanks to you, we all survived."

Samael paused briefly, nodded slightly, chuckled reassuringly, then patted Artoria on the shoulder and changed the subject.

"Alright, we should get going."

"Then what do they do?"

"I have already warned those people to run south and get away from the Holy City. If they can escape into the Nameless Forest, they can probably live a peaceful life for a while."

"But wouldn't that put them in great danger?"

The blonde girl recalled the horrific scenes she had witnessed along the way, pursing her cherry lips with a hint of pity.

"Artoria, you can help them for a while, but not forever. These people are at least still alive, but this world is about to fall, and there are many more people waiting for your salvation."

Samael patted the girl on the shoulder and gave her earnest advice.

This girl is good in every way, except that she's a little too kind and can't stand seeing others suffer pain and hardship.

"Let's go, we don't have much time left."

After a moment of hesitation, Samael took Artoria's arm.

"Wait, I need to go check, at least..."

However, after taking only a few steps, the girl stopped and pursed her lips, muttering to herself with a serious expression on her face.

"Let me heal the injured first..."

Samael reached out to stop her, but the impulsive girl quickly withdrew her fingers, turned around, grabbed her wand, and ran towards the villagers who had survived the ordeal not far away.

"Everyone, is anyone hurt? I can help!"

The child's innocent cries in the cold wind conveyed a touch of kindness and warmth to the people who lay on the desolate earth like walking corpses.

However, people mechanically turned their heads away, their eyes showing little gratitude or emotion, only fear and indifference.

And, hatred!

Artoria felt the strong rejection and was slightly taken aback, feeling somewhat bewildered.

"you……"

But as the blonde girl approached, the oppressive and somber atmosphere of the crowd suddenly erupted into chaos, without anyone noticing.

"Get out of here! You monster! Stop pretending!"

The child's forehead veins bulged, and he angrily pushed the child while crying.

"Give me back my child! Go to hell, you damned tyrant!"

The disheveled woman uttered a mournful curse.

"Have you come up with some new tricks to torture us? Bring it on! My whole family is dead, I have nothing left to lose, take my life too!"

The old man smiled bitterly, utterly despondent.

"Britain has become what it is today because of you! You incompetent king! This is divine punishment! Divine punishment! You can't escape it either, ahahahahaha!"

The young man clenched his fists, his frenzy fueling his resentment.

Artoria fell to the ground, the malicious insults echoing in her ears, making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave. Her heart was filled with confusion.

Why...why do they hate me so much?

Was it me? Did I do something wrong?

*Pa pa pa pa!*

Just as the blonde girl was at a loss, a tall figure swiftly entered the crowd and slapped her face repeatedly with his fingers.

The resounding slaps froze the atmosphere instantly, while the snake-like vertical pupils looking down radiated a chilling coldness that could freeze one's soul.

"If she really is the one you think she is, do you think you still have the right to stand here and bark at us?"

Samael pulled Artoria up, gave a cold snort, and wherever his chilling gaze passed, heads drooped with instinctive trembling, not daring to look at him for long.

"If you have any grievances, you can speak to the lonely king in the tower; if you want to rebel, you can take action against those chastity knights who just carried out the holy extermination; what, where did your courage go just now? Do you think that when the weak wield their swords, they will only cut down the weaker? You have so much backbone, instead of going to Camelot to hold him accountable, you actually want to denounce the people who just saved you?"

The man's relentless questioning caused those whose enthusiasm had cooled to turn ashamed and fall silent.

In his final moments, Samael's tone turned cold, and a chilling aura flickered across his face.

"Don't forget, we gave you your lives. I'm not like this girl, who's stupid and doesn't hold grudges. I'm petty and have a bad temper. If you're tired of living, you can say so in advance."

As soon as the words fell, everyone felt a chill on their necks, and their scalps tingled and tingled, as if they were covered with the Sword of Damocles, and that the slightest misstep would bring down a thunderous axe.

In an instant, the people who had been so indignant before fell silent, not daring to make a sound for fear of attracting the monster's attention.

Because when this guy says he'll kill someone, he really means it.

The remains of the nearby purgatory knights were still warm.

"Artoria, let's not waste our time on them, let's go."

After calming the enraged mob, Samael pulled his disciple along and prepared to leave.

"Although I don't quite understand what I did wrong, and I don't understand why you all hate me so much..."

However, after taking only a few steps, the girl, with a complicated and conflicted expression, stubbornly broke free from Samael's grasp, turned around, and bowed solemnly to the people while holding her wand. Then, with a tense expression, she spoke with great conviction.

"But I assure you, I will do everything in my power to save you and save this world! This is not only the mission I have been given, but also my wish!"

The girl was like a tiny blue star, illuminating this desolate and dark world. Her many words and faint light, no matter how distant or how tainted, always held onto hope.

That sincerity and purity moved even those who initially harbored resentment towards this face.

"Woo!"

However, just as the atmosphere on the field eased slightly, the sky brightened, and a sharp wailing sound swept in, bringing terrifying pressure. This caused the air currents to spread out in layers, forming a visible spiral-shaped golden vortex in mid-air.

Holy Punishment!

As everyone gazed at the spiraling spear of light that pierced the sky like a falling meteor, their pupils contracted sharply, and their faces turned ashen.

hum!

At the critical moment, a petite figure suddenly turned and stood upright, her raised wand emitting a thin, eerie blue glow.

boom!

In an instant, the two streams of ethereal light collided, causing the earth to shake violently. The aftershocks of the explosion swept over the area with overwhelming force. The swaying girl gripped her wand tightly with both hands, supporting the pale blue halo that had been compressed to its limit.

However, the disparity in strength caused puffs of blood mist to erupt from the girl's frail body, instantly staining her clothes red with blood.

creak...

With a sickening cracking sound as her bones snapped, Artoria, whose back was now bent and deformed from the pressure, bled from her seven orifices, yet her emerald eyes shone ever brighter, like two undying, brilliant stars.

Hold on for a while...

Just hold on a little longer...

I can still hold on...

Gradually, the girl's vision blurred, her consciousness wavered, and her repeated encouragement and shouts echoed mechanically in her mind.

Whether it was a short moment or a long century, the heavy pressure overhead suddenly disappeared.

Finally, it's over...

Artoria struggled to open her eyelids a crack and gazed at the sky where the golden light had receded.

In a daze, through the layers of light, Artoria's gaze became hazy, and she seemed to see the figure standing atop the tower.

Suddenly, the illusion of looking in a mirror arose spontaneously.

Strange, she and I seem to...

In an instant, the blonde girl, with a hint of confusion, tilted her head back and fell.

Ugh, so tired...so sleepy...

My head hurts so much, it feels like someone is pinching the back of my head.

...No matter when or where, you can hear the call in your ear.

who am I?

Altria Pendragon.

Another Britain called Pan-Human History is neither a magician nor a fairy, but is said to be a hybrid of human and dragon, completely different from me, the superior me.

Unify the island's lords and protect Britain from foreign invasion.