Pochi-chan, I used to be a princess.

Arash stood on the mountaintop, gazing into the distance: "...Tsk, that's an enemy attack! It seems the enemy has discovered West Village!"

Hassan of the Cursed Arm anxiously asked, "Wuwuwuwu! Where's the enemy's flag? Can you see the enemy's flag, Lord Arash?"

Arash narrowed his eyes and looked carefully. In the mountains, more than ten kilometers away, a group of upright knights were searching a village. The banners they hoisted featured a red dragon with a red lightning bolt severing its neck. "You recognize this emblem?"

Hassan of the Cursed Arms screamed in panic, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Damn! We're all going to be killed! The only one who dares to fly the banner of beheading the king is the Knight of the Round Table, the Guerrilla Knight Mordred...!"

Dusk said in surprise, "Mordred? Isn't that the traitorous knight who started the rebellion?"

Yuri clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction: "The traitor has become the master's hound again, and has even hoisted the flag of hunting the master."

It is a foolish act for a traitor to return to his master's side and please no one.

Hassan of the Cursed Arm said worriedly, "Just getting from here to West Village will take at least two days, no matter how fast we rush... Even if we leave now..."

Arash said, "Although Sister Baimao is quite good at stalling... she can only delay for half a day at best."

Fujimaru Ritsuka asked, "Can we get them to abandon the village and escape here?"

Hassan of the Cursed Arm said, "...You're right. This might be the limit of what we can do right now... As for how many people can escape, we can only pray..."

Bedivere shook his head and said gravely, "No, this will leave us with nowhere to go. This village has run out of resources. Further population growth will only bring us down with it. Therefore, West Village can only defend itself."

Hassan, Cursed Arm, hesitated and said, "That... is indeed the case. It is just as you suspected, Lord Bedivere."

Fujimaru Ritsuka can't help but think of Leonardo da Vinci: "...If Leonardo da Vinci were still alive..."

Mash said sadly, "If Da Vinci were still here... he would definitely say something like, 'Let's just fly over there' in a relaxed tone..."

Arash's eyes lit up as an idea struck him. "Oh! Yeah, there's another way. Maybe we can still make it in time."

[Bedivere asked doubtfully: "Huh?"]

[Cursed-arm Hassan asked in surprise: "What?"]

[Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted: "Arash?"]

Arash rubbed his head and smiled brightly. "Well, if you're okay with a one-way route, there's a way to fly there in one go! But there are certain risks. And we can't land directly in West Village. Is that okay?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately said, "It's okay, let's go now!"

[Cursed Arm Hassan shouted with a complicated expression: "...Master Fujimaru..."]

Arash immediately said, "Okay, let's decide on the commandos. I'll be going, of course, along with Ritsuka and Mashu. What do you think, knight? They're going to be the Round Table, right? Can you handle it?"

Bedivere said firmly: "Thank you for your consideration. But it is not necessary. I am not a knight of the Lion King."

Arash nodded: "Well said. Let's go, follow me!"

The Chaldeans followed Arash into the village and came to a ruined house.

On the roof, there was a pedestal made of clay. Arash directed everyone to lift it down. Bedivere, Fujimaru Ritsuka, and Mashu lay on top of it, holding onto the handles.

Arash tied the base to a giant arrow with a thick rope and said to Mashu, "Mashu, make sure you hold on to the Master. After all, the speed will be over 300 kilometers per hour."

Mashu asked anxiously, "Hey... um... Arash, may I ask... what are you doing?"

Arash said, "What? Of course, we'll secure the base with a rope and tie it to the giant arrow. Okay, ready. Let's keep the angle just right. The wind's a little bit down today. Let's just fly a little bit to the west village!"

[Bedivere opened his eyes wide in shock: "Could it be... No way..."]

Mashu's expression stiffened, gradually turning into fear: "Yeah, indeed. It doesn't look like a joke. How could it be, could it really be..."

Arash scolded, "Idiot, this is no joke! This is a life-or-death stake, the kind you'd only show off when drunk! Tie the pedestal and arrow together, then shoot it out in one go. The arrow will fly about twenty kilometers, taking the pedestal with it. See? Easy, right?"

[Fujimaru Ritsuka complained loudly: "This person is an idiot!"]

Arash yelled even louder, "You're the idiot! Be careful not to bite your tongue! Pay attention!"

[As he spoke, Arash placed the giant arrow on the huge bow and slowly drew the bowstring to its full length.]

Mashu yelled in panic, "What? Arash-san's in a shooting stance! He's serious! Besides, there's no way he's going to fly using this method!"

Roman hesitated and said, "Well, I think it should be possible. After all, a Servant's Noble Phantasm doesn't apply to the laws of physics. Besides, a distance of just ten or twenty kilometers is just a warm-up exercise for him."

Arash chuckled. "Oh, you're really good at talking, man! Leave it to me. I've found a perfect spot to land!"

Mashu yelled, "This isn't the landing point anymore, it's the crash site, Senior! You must hold on to me tightly!"

[Fujimaru Ritsuka's face turned pale, and he nodded with his mouth tightly shut.]

Chapter 215 Arash Aerospace

Himesaka Noai pulled Hoshino Miyako's sleeve and asked, "Sister, is Hinata very petty?"

Miyako Hoshino looked at Noa Himesaka in confusion.

Himesaka Noai said seriously, "I suspect that this is why Hinata used Mr. Arash as a human bomb."

Hoshino Hinata put her hands on her hips and said angrily, "I won't do that!"

Himesaka Noai said: "But, if it's not petty and vengeful, then it's heartless. Only the heartless Emperor of Chaldea would let Mr. Arash explode every day."

Hinata Hoshino is confused. Should she admit that she has no conscience or admit that she is narrow-minded?

【Arash releases the bowstring.】

A massive arrow shot out from the bow at supersonic speed, instantly streaking across the sky and flying towards West Village, twenty kilometers away.

[Arash also jumped up and grabbed the arrow, but was carried away by the arrow that broke through the air.]

【"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"】

[In the sky, Mashu's screams resounded through the clouds.]

Fujimaru Ritsuka gripped the handle tightly, watching the scenery rapidly passing below, and excitedly shouted, "This is the Noble Phantasm: The Human Cannon...!"

Mashu wasn't as calm as Fujimaru Ritsuka, and her screams continued: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!"

Bedivere's performance was only slightly better than Mashu's. Braving the strong wind at supersonic speed, he shouted to Mashu, "No no no no no no no, are you okay, little little little little little little little miss? Everyone, everyone ...

Seeing Bedivere's face being blown by the wind, Roman couldn't help but laugh. "Ahaha. Look, Ritsuka. Bedivere's cheeks are shaking like a sieve from the air currents!"

Mash's eyes were blinded by the wind, and she shouted, "Doctor! This is so rude to Bebebebebebe!"

Arash yelled, "We're almost there. Everyone, prepare to withstand the impact! The moment of impact, the base will be reduced to ashes! Everyone, find the best way to defend yourself! Mashu, I'll take care of Ritsuka! You just need to take care of yourself!"

Mashu opens her eyes: "Okay...Okay! I'll leave the Master to you, Mr. Arash...!"

Bedivere stares at the land he's about to hit and says in a loud voice, "It's almost there! Two, one, zero!"

[As soon as he finished speaking, Arash hugged Fujimaru Ritsuka's waist, released the arrow, and jumped down. He held Fujimaru Ritsuka in front of him, with his back to the ground. The moment he fell, he knocked a huge hole in the ground.]

[Bedivere, Mash, Hassan the Cursed Arm, and others also jumped to the ground nearby.]

Arash climbed up and said with a smile, "Very good, it worked this time. Let's land on the ground, Ritsuka."

[Fujimaru Ritsuka pushed Arash away, ran to the bushes nearby, opened his mouth and vomited: "Ahwa, ahwawawawa..."]

Arash said cheerfully, "This intercontinental trajectory, which only works from high altitudes... I'm quite accurate. Speaking of which, as to why I said this can only be done once, most people, after doing this, look disgusted and say, 'I'll never do it again.'"

Fujimaru Ritsuka wiped his mouth, a look of resistance on his face: "Please stop!"

Mashu held onto her waist and climbed up: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... Senior, are you okay? Where did you fall?!"

Arash waved his hands and shouted, "Oh, over here, Mash! Is Sir Bedivere nearby~!?"

Bedivere stood up shakily: "Of course I'm fine! Although my cheeks are still shaking!"

Arash laughed, "Hmm, these two seem quite excited... They're about to fight, aren't they?"

[Cursed-arm Hassan grumbled, "There's nothing I can do about it. Even I'm still terrified."]

Kitagawa Umi nodded in agreement and analyzed seriously, "It seems that Fujimaru Ritsuka is narrow-minded. Although Arash is an ally, he offended her because of this incident, so he self-destructs many times every day. Other Heroic Spirits have either done bad things or been her enemies, so she will casually turn them into small cubes and eat them."

Gojo Arata realized that Kitagawa Umi was just joking and laughed, "Yeah, Arash is finished. The Emperor is narrow-minded."

【West Village, the battle has begun.】

[Dozens of Hassans of a Hundred Faces surrounded Mordred. They were in various shapes and armed with various weapons. They charged towards Mordred fearlessly.]

[Mordred wielded the magic sword that shone with red lightning, and with a ferocious blow like the bite of a wild beast, he split Hassan of the Hundred Faces in half.]

Mordred angrily yelled, "Hey, hey, go die! One after another, I'm so annoyed, you guys!"

Hassan the Hundred Faces angrily asked, "How the hell did you know the location of this village...! Our concealment shouldn't be flawless...!"

Mordred swung his magic sword, severing the neck of one of the Hundred Faces. "Huh? I don't know. It's all about intuition. It just felt like this place was dark and narrow, like a place a stray dog might live. So I fired a shot with my holy sword, and I guessed it was right! That's all. But even though I won, it wasn't the grand prize!"

Mordred raised his arm to deflect the dagger hurled by Hassan the Hundred Faces, clicking his tongue in dismay. "I was planning to take credit for the rebels' escape from Lancelot, but I ended up with such a bad lot... Yeah, damn it. I thought I could embarrass Lance and even have a chance to report to my father, but if I just kill everyone in this shabby village, I'll probably get scolded, not praised! How are you going to compensate me? I only have a few days left before my execution!"

After hearing Mordred's words, Hassan the Hundred Faces asked in astonishment, "...Execution? Will you be executed? As a Knight of the Round Table?"

Mordred said nonchalantly, "Yes, that's right! As soon as my father's Holy Raid is over, everyone outside the Holy City will be dead! Since I didn't capture the Holy City, I'll be happily burned to ashes! So, how about this? As my last companion to die tragically together, you tell me which village the rebels have fled to. That way, I can make your death easier. I won't have to bother the villagers. Just chop off their heads and be done with it, okay?"

Hassan shuddered at Mordred's madness. "What nonsense are you talking about... You've gone mad. Have you lost your faith in God?"

Mordred said irritably, "Ah~ This is so annoying. I actually think it's abnormal for you to disobey your father."

Chapter 216 Father Control

Kobe Shio sat in Matsukata Sando's arms, watching the plot on TV, and asked in confusion: "Sando, why was Mordred executed and why do you think people who disobey King Arthur are abnormal?"

Matsukata Sando smiled and said, "This is love. For the one you love, you can do anything. Mordred's love for King Arthur makes her not care about death."

Kobe Shio nodded, not quite understanding. She looked up at Matsukata Sando and said, "Is it like our love?"

Matsukata Sando nodded and then shook her head. "Our love is that of lovers, while Mordred's is that of worship. It's equally passionate, but not of the same kind."

"What a twisted love! So Mordred is obsessed with his father?"

Kousaka Kirino sat on the bed, looking at Mordred's madness on the computer screen, and couldn't help but complain.

"Speaking of which, in the games you play, are there any sisters who are obsessed with their fathers?"

Kousaka Kyousuke sat in a chair beside the bed, clicking his tongue at Mordred's declaration.

Thinking of her father's face, Kousaka Kirino shuddered and cursed unhappily: "Don't disgust me, you idiot!"

Kousaka Kyosuke scratched his hair, laughed, and said curiously, "But if King Arthur is a woman, how did Mordred appear? Is Morgan a man?"

Kousaka Kirino said, "Idiot, how could such a thing happen? King Arthur is a king! And he's a knight. Wouldn't it be terrible if she got pregnant? She wouldn't be able to fight for several months... Hmm, maybe it's a temporary gender change? Morgan is a witch! Surely such a thing can be done?"

"The gender-changed female King Arthur and the witch Morgan..."

Kyosuke Kousaka blushed and couldn't help but think of something wrong.

A soldier rushed into the village and shouted to Mordred, "Sir Mordred! An enemy ambush has appeared in the rear! According to reports, several of the Knights of Justice, bestowed by His Majesty the Lion King, have been defeated!"

Mordred exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? There's no way the soldiers around here can defeat those empty shells. Could it be one of those monsters from Osmandis? It's no surprise that he breaks the alliance anytime."

The soldier said, "Regarding this... the enemy is said to be several Servants!"

[Mordred asked in surprise: "Ah, Servant?"]

Mordred abandoned Hassan the Hundred Faces and rushed out like a wild boar. On the mountain road outside the village, the guerrilla knights she led had already engaged in a melee with several Servants.

Mordred exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, you're so brave, you bastards! Welcome! You actually came to me on your own initiative. You're quite capable!"

Seeing Mordred, Mash shouted, "Master, it's Mordred...! It's the Mordred I met in London!"

The soldiers retreated behind Mordred, putting some distance between themselves and the Chaldeans, ready to re-attack at any moment upon receiving the commander's orders.

Mordred said unhappily, "Stop calling people names over and over again. Who are you? My fan? Well, after all, I've killed so many heretics, so I'm considered a celebrity, right?"

Mash said dejectedly, "You don't recognize us. We're not the same Mordred summoned from London..."

Mordred said curiously, "Why are you suddenly so honest? I don't know you guys... No. I think I do. Although your appearance is different, I remember your magic..."

Noticing Mash's familiar magic, Mordred's eyes grew serious. "I was wondering why you didn't respond to my father's call. What are you doing in a place like this? Could it be that the rebel is referring to you...? I see. If it were you, it's certainly possible. You'd be the only one who would come and express your dissatisfaction directly to King Arthur, but you're a little late."

Mash asked in surprise, "Mordred...? Um... are you willing to negotiate with us?"

Mordred yelled like a child, "Idiots! Who would negotiate with you?! Whoever comes here, anyone who dares to stand in my way is an enemy! That magician over there is the Master, right? This is what Agravin ordered. I must kill you completely!"

[Fujimaru Ritsuka said helplessly: "We don't want to fight you!"]

Mordred said unhappily, "What are you talking about? You know me too?... Tsk. That's why Servants are such a hassle. But you better give up. I don't know what kind of fool you know me to be, and I don't want to hear it. But now I am the Lion King's knight, the guerilla knight Mordred-sama, ordered to be the dishonorable hound. Do you understand? Removing my collar means I'm allowed to cause as much trouble as I want. Ha, this is the best treatment for me! So no matter who dares to resist the King, I will kill them without mercy!"

[Looking at Mordred's joyful laughter, Fujimaru Ritsuka asked: "Why would you do such a thing...!"]

Mordred said casually, "Need I ask? Of course it's because it's the most fun! Hunting heretics is really fun, right? They're so weak, yet they still fight and resist desperately. It's like crushing ants one after another! I can probably understand how those Crusaders feel!"