My mother's love song

Rhode said expressionlessly: "Because I promised her that I would buy her a new motorcycle when I return... huh?"

The boy turned to look at Mary, his brows slightly frowned, an expression of "what's wrong with you" written all over his face.

"Why are you coming out in a swimsuit?"

The magician in the park was not wearing his usual magic dress, but a bikini embellished with countless white flowers.

Her silver hair shone with iridescent brilliance, her fair and soft skin was exposed in large areas, and her slender body was outlined with gorgeous curves by the dusk.

Although she was living in the cold north, the female magician didn't care about the temperature and posed coquettishly, holding an overly gorgeous pure white parasol in her hand.

"How is it... Am I cute?"

The half-blooded nightmare pressed against Rhodes' body while narrowing his eyes in a cute and seductive way.

"…………I don't have time to play with you now."

"Hey~~~ so cold. Is Rod the kind of boy who changes his attitude drastically once he succeeds?"

The boy was too lazy to chat with her and turned his gaze to the trial field.

The battle here has entered a fierce stage.

The sickle in Gray's hand made Grimm realize the great danger, and he took Hector and Habertlot to engage in guerrilla warfare with the girl.

On the other side, Mordred was fighting against Artoria and Gareth.

The blessed rebellious knight fired his treasures at will, and the red lightning swept across the entire land as if it had no magic power.

Altria and the others had already done their best just to dodge, and if it weren't for the protection of Grimm's god Rune, they would have been wiped out long ago.

"Isn't that too much of a stretch?"

Mary said this with a cheerful look on her face, and there was no sign of worry on her bright and beautiful face.

"Well, if Mr. Cu Chulainn is Lancer, it's fine, but if he's Caster...

And Caster, whose blessing of Odin was blocked by you in the barrier, couldn't fight Mordred head-on...

You know it best.”

Meili smiled and asked tentatively: "Do you really have any other intentions?"

Rhodes did not answer the female magician's question, but just watched the battlefield silently.

The rebellious knight's magic sword roared and raged wildly, and the torrent of magic power that was fired in all directions had destroyed the terrain to the point of complete destruction.

Before Altria and her group died.

Before their magic runs out.

Gareth, the gun-wielding apprentice knight, created the opportunity.

As if to risk everything, he rushed towards Mordred with the determination to endure the damage.

Holding a large shield half his height in hand, he charged from a distance with his spear in hand.

The large shield in the fairy girl's hand is a solid shield blessed by the Son of Prophecy, strong enough to withstand artillery shells, but even so it can still be easily dissolved when facing evil flames.

After only a few seconds of frontal breakthrough, the girl's body had become like a rag.

But she did not stop, as if she no longer cared about her own life, but just wanted to create a path for her companions.

"Huh? You! Are you going to die?!"

Mordred roared in anger.

Although she had hardly spoken to her sister Gareth during her lifetime, at this moment, the patricidal knight hesitated.

The output of magic power decreases accordingly.

Then, the Child of Prophecy, Altria, took action.

She adopted the same fighting method as Gareth, rushing towards the red thunder, running at full speed even though her body was at risk of being burned.

This is the strategy that Altria and Gareth had discussed before, to be adopted when encountering a strong enemy.

In short, it's a pig rush!

"What...Aren't you Caster?!"

Altria ran and shouted, "Caster is just my last name!"

Seeing the Child of Prophecy rushing towards him, the Crimson Knight of the Round Table was surprised.

This Arthur [father]'s chaotic fighting style... is very similar to mine! ?

Mordred was further shaken.

"...O Staff of the Chosen, grant me light!"

Altria took brisk and steady steps, lightly dodged the rebellious knight's horizontal slash, and smashed the Staff of Choice, which was wrapped in azure light, towards Mordred's face.

Bang! ! !

After ringing the three pilgrimage bells, Artoria was no less capable than Mordred in terms of [Magic Release].

This close-range attack filled with magic power was enough to make her faint, and the battle would end.

However, the opposite happened. Mordred was slapped hard by the Rod of the Chosen One, and his body did not even shake at all.

Everyone gasped.

"How tenacious are the Knights of the Round Table?"

Only at this moment did they finally understand that the best thing about the rebellious knight Mordred was not the magic power she inherited from the red dragon, but her perseverance to not die even after being pierced by the holy spear [battle continues].

However, Mordred did not use this opportunity to fight back.

After being slapped with a stick by Altria, her expression became dull.

"Do not make jokes……"

Covering his red cheeks, Mordred's expression was both ferocious and shaken.

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you... You haven't even beaten your father yet."

"Shut up, bad son!!!"

"Why……?"

Altria grabbed Mordred's shoulders and slammed her head into the shocked girl's face.

"Goooo!!!"

The rebellious knight's body shook, and then fell to the ground with a bang as if the power was unplugged.

"How can there be such a barbaric father? Impossible...Truff Truvis..."

Murmuring the name of the British Demon Pig King, Mordred closed his eyes with a satisfied and happy expression.

Rhodes: "It's really useless."

Meili: “It’s useless.”

Chapter 900: New enemy? New love rival! Disciple-class Altria face-to-face showdown!

Without even a moment of mourning for Mordred's "death", the one who immediately arrived on the battlefield was the gray Holy Spear User, Gray.

"I will also... do my best...!"

The girl shouted in an unclear voice with a very immature voice, and rushed towards Altria waving a pale sickle.

The Son of Prophecy stepped forward to fight without hesitation.

The Grim Reaper and the Staff of Choice collided repeatedly.

When everyone came to their senses, they had already started fighting.

After Mordred fell, the Son of Prophecy gained an overwhelming advantage.

The situation became 5 to 1, but

But no one came forward to help Altria.

The blonde fairy of paradise and the girl in the grey cloak fought hand-to-hand combat, while Altria's companions just watched.

They had already realized from the previous battle that the girl with her face covered by a hood was just a child.

But this is not the fundamental reason why they did not intervene.

Between Gray and Altria who were fighting fiercely, there was an atmosphere that no one else could interfere with.

The gray girl swung down a giant scythe filled with magic power, and the child of prophecy swung down a staff that also overflowed with light.

The magic power created sparks in the air.

The sickle and the Staff of Selection kept colliding and bouncing off each other, even leaving afterimages in everyone's eyes.

Humph... I won't go easy on you! I've heard it from Rhodes!

Artoria infused her magic power into her entire body, increasing her physical abilities, and clenched her teeth.

You are the one... the one called the Heroic Spirit like Oberon!

In pan-human history, there are beings called Heroic Spirits and Servants. Rhodes said that they cannot be judged by their appearance.

Although you seem younger than me, you are actually an old woman inside!

Somehow, after seeing Gray for the first time, Altria developed a strong desire to fight against her.

The other party must feel the same way. Even if I can't see her expression, I can feel her seriousness and desperate spirit.

Altria's guess was not wrong. It was the first time that the gentle Gray acted so excitedly.

Ever since the Albion incident, Rod has been staying in the Clock Tower for a while every summer.

While living in London, Grey also received instruction in martial arts and magic from Rod.

So in a sense, Gray is like Altria, and Rod can be considered her teacher.

This trial was a contest between two of Rhodes' disciples.

However, this may not be the real reason why the two of them are more serious than usual...

If we compare the magic power of the two, there is no doubt that the Paradise Fairy has an overwhelming advantage.

Today's Altria is no longer a weak fairy who is not as good as lower-level fairies. If she is measured by the standard of heroic spirits, she is at least first-class.

However, Gray has better fighting skills.

Possessing weapons from the end, possessing the protection from Rod, and most importantly... this body [container] of King Arthur.

Relying on the transformation mechanism of the Holy Spear Rongomyniad and the fighting skills taught by Rod himself, Gray fought against the Child of Prophecy on equal terms.

After all, the Son of Prophecy has had companions as front-line protection all the way, and this is the first time he has had a long one-on-one hand-to-hand combat like this.

The ear-piercing sound of metal colliding continued to ring out, and it was difficult to tell who was better for a moment.

No one has gained any advantage, at first glance, but

It was difficult for Altria to keep up with Gray's fast movements, so she had to expend more magic power.

The weapon in the gray girl's hand sometimes chops with a giant sickle, sometimes changes into a giant hammer, sometimes transforms into a large shield, and can even turn into a boomerang.

The ever-changing fighting methods made the Son of Prophecy miserable.

However, this slight disadvantage is only temporary.

The Child of Prophecy opened his emerald eyes wide.

She wouldn't never be able to keep up with the gray girl.

The eyes will gradually adapt and grasp all visual information on the battlefield.

Even high-speed slashes that are difficult to catch up with, or actions that violate the normal laws of physics, are reflected in the fairy eyes of the Child of Prophecy.

No big deal, Altria thought to herself.

Compared to the Knight of the Round Table Mordred who I just defeated, your strength is not even one tenth of hers!

Ten seconds, in another ten seconds, these devilish eyes that have caused me so much trouble will be able to adjust.

As long as I adapt once, it is my victory!

Suddenly, Gray jumped back, putting some distance between herself and Altria.