My mother's love song

Accompanied by magic power strong enough to burn the skin, the world was engulfed by white light.

"Artoria!"

Amid the commotion, the Child of Prophecy heard the shouts of his companions.

"I'm fine! Where's everyone?"

"I'm fine too!" "Me too!" "My eyesight was just temporarily taken away!"

The response was immediate and everyone is safe.

Gradually, the incandescent light faded from everyone's retinas.

The Son of Prophecy and his entourage saw that at the end of the world, a pillar of light appeared, reaching straight into the sky.

That is lightning.

The thunder from heaven is more sacred and majestic than the empty and dry World Tree.

The moment it landed on the ground, everything on the surface of the planet stopped.

Subsequently

"A fairy who has lost her reverence"

That is neither sound nor tone.

That was the language from the sky that echoed in my mind.

"…………!"

Everyone's astonishment increased, and among them, Grimm's expression was particularly solemn.

“You bastard…!”

The great Celtic hero glared fiercely at the distant light, baring his canine teeth.

"Are you planning to imitate Odin's miracle in front of the World Tree? You really have a bad taste...!"

At the end of the world where everything is still, a majestic voice continues to echo.

"The courage of the one who stepped into my limit as the embodiment of salvation is worthy of praise."

"Well, now is the time for you to learn what the ancient fear is, and try to transcend it."

It was a voice that went straight into the soul without being transmitted through the air, but the figure of the person who spoke the words emerged.

Altria stared at the figure intently.

Although he has a slender humanoid figure and inorganic shining wings, he is neither a fairy nor a human.

An existence beyond humans and fairies.

Altria immediately understood that it was the shadow called "God" in another world.

The embodiment of fate and time, the embodiment of struggle and prosperity.

A stage device that brings death and tragedy to the world.

Although at first glance, he is just a young man in white cloth.

Its essence is awe, the world, the antiquity, and nothing else except mystery.

In the terms of pan-human history, this is the realm of God.

What makes the laws of physics blurred is the existence of impending fate.

The God of Fate and Trial who appeared before the Son of Prophecy who had reached the end of his life was named

“Rod…!?”

Altria shouted out subconsciously.

Although the God of Mechanical Devices looked different from the boy the girl was familiar with, she immediately realized that he was Rod.

The God of Trials did not respond to her call, but continued to speak in an emotionless tone.

"There are two riders in the trial."

"The knights of Londinium from pan-human history put an end to the rebellious knights of Camelot."

"The last modern descendant of the King and Queen of Orkney, heir to the Holy Lance Rungomyniad."

"If you can surpass them, I will allow the bells to ring at the end of the world."

"…………"

Then, Altria

"Ah, okay! Now that you put it that way, I understand!"

she shouted.

The young face glowed with dazzling brilliance, which was no less dazzling than the aurora at the end of the world.

The girl shouted with a confident voice.

"On the gamble of the Staff of the Chosen and the Child of Prophecy, I will complete the trial! Ring the bell of the Rain Clan!"

"Ha, you are such a spirited father."

Mordred placed the silver magic sword on his shoulder and smiled at Altria.

"Let me see if you are just a big talker.

It sounds nice, but if you don't have the magnanimity to be a king, I won't let you go!"

""

The magic power bursting out from the rebellious knight was like a strong wind, and Artoria clenched the magic wand in her hand and prepared for battle.

"Wait……"

Just when the tension between the two sides reached its highest point, Mordred suddenly tilted his head and looked behind him.

"By the way, Gray, why are you hiding behind me? Come out and tell me your name."

"Ah... yes, okay."

Along with the timid words, a dim gray shadow walked out from behind the bright Scarlet Thunder Knight.

【Descendant of the End】is a young girl.

In his hand he held a strangely shaped weapon, a deformed-looking spear, as big as the scythe carried by the Grim Reaper in Baroque paintings.

"Hmm? Not Lancer?"

Altria remembered that the notice before entering the barrier said that the class was Caster.

The girl had a grey hood on her head and a black cloak on her body.

Standing next to the unruly Mordred, they are two extremes, and her whole person is full of gray impression.

His features were not clear as they were obscured by the shadow of the hood, which reminded Altria of Rhodes on the night of Tintagel's destruction.

By the way, she seems to be younger than me...only about 15 years old?

"Sorry, I should have introduced myself first."

Even her voice was tinged with shadows.

The gray girl bowed to everyone very politely.

As the girl bowed, Altria noticed her overdeveloped breasts, which once again formed a sharp contrast with Mordred beside her.

Then the gray girl said her name.

Just as everyone had the same impression of her.

Gray.

He is not a hero born in the mythological age, but the last bloodline of the King of Orkney and the Fairy Queen remaining on earth.

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The trial begins.

With a rude "Okay! I'll kill you!", the rebellious knight jumped up.

"Be careful! They are under a powerful blessing within this barrier!"

Hector shouted: "Just treat it as a gift from Morgan, don't use common sense to treat it!"

Looking at the red heroic figure leaping into the air, by the time the Son of Prophecy had the thought "How fast!", it was already too late.

Mordred was like a cannonball, relying on his magic power to instantly close the distance of more than ten meters, and the greatsword wrapped in red lightning chopped down towards her head.

"...Lady Artoria!"

Gareth rushed over with a lance in hand and stood in front of the Son of Prophecy.

"Ah? You're Gareth?"

The corner of Mordred's mouth curled up, and the next moment, the silver king sword in his hand burst out with black evil flames.

"Is he Arthur's dog in the fairy kingdom too... Ha! Don't get in my way!"

“Guwu…!”

The rebellious knight swung his arm and knocked Gareth away along with his gun.

"Mordred...Miss! I'll cover you too!"

Another gray girl started running.

Unlike her immature voice, she is agile.

It looks like the result of a lot of hard training, or maybe it's an innate talent.

"Sorry, I won't let you get any closer!"

Grimm shouted and wrote runes in the air with his staff. Then countless branches emerged from the ground and swarmed towards Gray.

""

The girl pursed her lips.

The Grim Reaper's scythe in her hand easily cut through all the vines.

"I knew you would do this!"

Grimm shouted.

Then, the chopped vines caught fire, creating a sea of ​​fire.

The vortex of flames almost enveloped the girl, but Gray did not get anxious, but raised the sickle in her hand.

Then, the huge Grim Reaper's scythe suddenly deformed and unfolded.

The mysterious form of the Noble Phantasm revealed from the inside is a giant hammer.

The girl's slender body rotated along with the giant hammer, and the magic power released instantly from the back of the hammer was like a jet propulsion, exerting the fastest and greatest effect.

This is a limited-edition Holy Lance battering ram that is equivalent to a D-rank Noble Phantasm.

“Ugh—Aaaaaaaaah!”

Gray swung the hammer with all her might, accelerating towards the ground.

In an instant, the foothold of the barrier collapsed along with the sea of ​​fire.

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On the other side, above the Fantasy Tree, with only pale bark left and the interior hollowed out.

"My, my... Sir Mordred is full of energy.

It’s been so many years since I last saw her so motivated. I really miss her.”

The Flower Magician came to Rhodes' side and watched the battle from afar with the boy.