The A-team mber of the Sixth Lostbelt, who had betrayed his captain and fled in disgrace with the help of Koyanskaya, now stood openly beside Queen Morgan.
He stood on one side, opposite the queen’s most beloved knight daughter, the fairy Tristan.
The onlookers grew furious at his appearance—
[Damn, wasn’t this guy supposed to be hunted down by Queen Morgan? It was all lies!]
[That damned Beryl, what tricks did he use to deceive Queen Morgan?]
[Why isn’t this bastard dead yet? Of the seven A-team mbers, Beryl is the scummiest and most despicable!]
[True, the other six are all striving in their own ways to ensure humanity’s future, but this guy is utterly selfish, even betraying his captain!]
[Absurd! How could a queen praised by the Demon King Goetia be deceived by this scoundrel?]
...
At the Tohsaka residence.
During the ntal conference.
Rin Tohsaka was equally puzzled: "It is strange. Given Beryl’s actions, it would be normal for the queen to kill him on the spot, right?"
The brief exchange between Queen Morgan and the Demon King Goetia earlier had revealed a wealth of information.
The queen had known about the Fantasy Tree from the beginning, yet she unhesitatingly used it to achieve her earth-shattering feat.
As the overseer of the Sixth Lostbelt, Beryl had fled as soon as the Fantasy Tree was compromised.
One must not forget that all seven A-team mbers were saved by the Alien God and tasked with managing their Lostbelts and nurturing the Fantasy Trees.
Even the captain was sparing no effort to cultivate the Fantasy Tree, hoping to realize his grand ambition of "elevating all humanity to godhood."
Even Peperoncino, who had directly sided with Naless, fought him at the last mont to demonstrate his commitnt to the mission.
But Beryl alone seed entirely unconcerned with his own Fantasy Tree from start to finish.
Instead, he went to the Fifth Lostbelt and burned the captain’s Fantasy Tree.
Taking advantage of the impact from Morgan’s Holy Lance, he stabbed his captain in the back!
The Fantasy Tree was already under Queen Morgan’s absolute control, making it impossible for the Alien God to descend.
Yet he burned the last Fantasy Tree in the Fifth Lostbelt, completely betraying both the Alien God and the entire A-team.
He could be called the most incomprehensible Master candidate!
No matter how Rin Tohsaka thought about it, she couldn’t understand what benefit he gained from his actions.
Was it simply harming others without benefiting himself?
"Aren’t there plenty of people like that?"
Ishtar said casually, utterly unconcerned. "Don’t forget, the chuunibyou King of Heroes earlier wanted to purify humanity. And Cu Chulainn, with the Holy Grail, considered betraying his ntor and ancestors."
Nothing out of the ordinary.
The stronger the being, the stranger their behavior when faced with upheaval.
Next door, Jeanne d’Arc was still "fighting herself."
What was one re Beryl in comparison?
"Hmm, I always felt there was sothing special about Beryl and Morgan’s relationship. Every Master in Team A has at least one Servant."
Ereshkigal frowned in thought before tentatively suggesting, "Do you think it’s possible that Morgan is..."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Ishtar interrupted without hesitation.
The idea that a Lostbelt King could be Beryl’s Servant was even more shocking than her having multiple parallel existences.
"Indeed impossible. If Morgan were Beryl’s Servant, she would never have destroyed Earth," Rin Tohsaka nodded in agreent with Ishtar.
It was quite normal for Team A mbers to betray the Alien God.
After all, Team A’s captain, Kirschtaria, had sacrificed himself to repel the Alien God.
The problem was...
Destroying the Fantasy Tree and consequently dooming the entire Earth ant Beryl wouldn’t survive either!
Why would anyone do sothing with absolutely no benefit?
Most crucially,
Morgan had ruled Britain for two thousand years.
How could Beryl, a re human mage, live for such an impossibly long ti?
Don’t forget,
Matou Zouken, one of the three great families of Fuyuki’s forr master, was originally a righteous companion like Naless.
Yet to pursue immortality, he didn’t hesitate to beco a terrifying parasitic monster, desperately clinging to life.
However,
Even after paying such a terrible price, he could only live for a few centuries at most.
Ereshkigal blinked in surprise: "Well, I was just thinking out loud anyway. It really doesn’t seem possible."
If soone could actually have Morgan as a Servant, that Beryl wouldn’t have behaved so despicably and creepily.
After all, Queen Morgan was lavishly praised by the Demon God King.
A being of that caliber - no one but Naless would be worthy of being her Master!
...
In the magnificent royal palace.
The new scribe addressed Naless below the platform: "Kneel and offer your submission!"
"This is the Queen who created the Fairy Kingdom and has protected fairies for two thousand years!"
All the fairies stared intently at Naless.
He was the first human who dared to appear directly before the throne.
Before Naless could speak,
Beryl beside him suddenly declared with supre arrogance: "We et again. But now, I et you once more as Queen Morgan’s Master!"
This single sentence shattered the ntal state of countless onlookers.
This utterly despicable scum actually treated Queen Morgan as his Servant!
A statent that shocked all witnesses.
However,
Naless replied with complete calm: "You’re just a dog the Queen keeps. Please don’t speak to so casually."
"You damned trash, how dare you mock now!"
Beryl instantly flew into a rage, glaring furiously at the other.
This ti,
Before Naless could respond, Fairy Tristan already radiated killing intent: "Beryl, I heard you ca running back in embarrassnt after being hunted by him!"
Previously, Fairy Tristan and Fairy Gawain, along with other fairy knights, had joined forces but were defeated by Naless and others.
If Beryl called Naless trash, what did that make her, who had been defeated by him?
"Heh, I was just playing with them that ti," Beryl snorted coldly.
Despite having made elaborate plans previously, he still failed to assassinate the captain.
Making him feel the world’s inequalities.
Most importantly, if he hadn’t been rescued by Koyanskaya, he would have been cut down on the spot by Naless!
Just then,
Queen Morgan spoke calmly: "Chaldea’s Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka, I grant you permission to approach ."
"Understood."
Naless strode forward confidently, passing through the encirclent of hundreds of powerful fairies.
He walked until he was less than five ters away from the Queen, then raised his head to et her gaze directly.
"So this is how it is. The sole human Master from Pan-Human History—truly fitting of your status."
Queen Morgan looked down at him. "Human who has traversed five Lostbelts to stand before , speak your wish!"
"My goal is to resolve the Earth’s Blank Slate phenonon and destroy the Alien God’s conspiracy."
Naless openly declared his objective.
There was no need to conceal these matters.
In truth.
After Queen Morgan gained complete control over the Fantasy Tree, the entire British Lostbelt had already embarked on a path of direct opposition to the Alien God.
The Holy Lance Rhongomyniad is the spear that anchors the planet.
It possesses special offensive capabilities against any extraterrestrial beings.
Only by wielding the Holy Lance could one truly deal a significant blow to the Alien God.
The previous captain’s life-engulfing strike had rely startled the enemy without inflicting any actual damage.
Yes, the Alien God remained completely unhard!
"Oh, I am aware the Holy Lance poses a threat to the Alien God—but I refuse!"
Queen Morgan responded coldly. "Not only do I refuse, I will completely reshape the Lostbelt to replace your Pan-Human History!"
"Fujimaru Ritsuka, the one who denies your Pan-Human History is none other than , Morgan!"
"If you wish to save your world, your only option is to defeat !"
As her voice echoed, the terrifying aura of the Lostbelt King began pouring forth without restraint.
Hundreds of fairies from the six great clans all trembled and fell to their knees.
They were forcefully suppressed by this overwhelming presence.
anwhile, knights like Fairy Tristan and Fairy Gawain gazed at her with fervent devotion.
Their fanaticism resembled that of devotees beholding their worshipped deity!
Naless’ body didn’t tremble in the slightest as he continued watching her calmly. "Since you detest fairies, why do you protect them?"
"No, these disgusting creatures called fairies will always be reborn no matter how many tis they die."
Queen Morgan spoke with utter disgust. "So long as my throne remains, the Fairy Kingdom will resurrect itself from calamity again and again!"
"So you don’t wish to protect the fairies—only the Fairy Kingdom itself?" Naless’ expression filled with pity.
"Correct! The fairies require no gratitude, for I never intended to protect them in the first place!"
Morgan openly admitted it without restraint before the six great clans of fairies.
Yet, upon hearing this, the fairies one by one bowed their heads even more reverently and knelt on the ground.
They seed afraid of having their expressions seen.
The onlookers grew increasingly shocked and incredulous, as the situation had completely exceeded everyone’s expectations.
"Humans, only the Child of Prophecy born from the prophecy can correct my legitimacy."
Morgan, with an utterly flamboyant attitude, wantonly issued a declaration of war, "Go and assist her. Even if you fight , even if you slaughter countless lives, you bear no sin!"
"Go fulfill that foolish prophecy! You should know better than anyone that it must be done!"
This declaration sent the audience into an uproar—
[Holy crap, Queen Morgan is so domineering! I love it!]
[No wonder she’s King Arthur’s sister—why does it feel like she’s even more popular than King Arthur?]
[So cool! ’Even if you slaughter countless lives, you bear no sin’—the queen is too aweso!]
[Naless, hurry up and win over the queen! I just want to see the contrast of the domineering queen after she’s been conquered!]
[Tch, for the queen to declare this in front of all the fairies—isn’t she worried they might rebel?]
[Fear what? Just the six great clans—the queen can easily suppress them with her twelve holy spears! How could she be threatened?]
Einzbern Castle.
Illya watched the video with great surprise: "So, fairies can be reborn over and over again?"
How strange—these guys seem even more tenacious than unkillable cockroaches?
"It is quite strange. But considering the fairies have endured countless great calamities, it seems understandable why the queen doesn’t care about them."
Miyu nodded.
According to previously revealed information, the fairies have experienced one world-ending calamity after another.
And the erosion of fairies turning into monsters known as Mors is the latest calamity.
The queen’s elite forces have the primary task of exterminating the powerful Mors army.
Artoria grew increasingly puzzled: "Even if fairies can revive, is it really appropriate to openly mock them like this?"
Fairies possess strength no less than that of Heroic Spirits.
The most powerful fairies rival the top-tier Heroic Spirits, wielding the ability to slay gods.
The six great clans contain countless powerful fairies.
If they were to unite in rebellion, even Queen Morgan might struggle to withstand them.
"The queen clearly hates the fairies too much and has no intention of pretending otherwise."
Miyu, much like Naless in the video, looked at the queen with pity. "What exactly is Morgan carrying?"
Despite her extre hatred for the fairies, she still works hard to protect all of Britain.
Moreover, she seized control of the Fantasy Tree, intending to spread it across the entire Earth.
Illya frowned slightly: "So, if there’s a problem in the British Lostbelt, why would it destroy the Earth?"
This is the most incomprehensible part.
The Fantasy Tree has been completely altered—originally, even if left alone, the Lostbelt would head toward destruction.
But the British Lostbelt is far too special.
Once the Lostbelt is destroyed, the entire Earth follows suit.
This forced Naless and the others to descend into this Lostbelt.
"Hmm, it’s probably because of the Holy Spear. The Holy Spear is the anchor of the planet, maintaining the balance between the Reverse Side and the Surface Side."
Miyu thought seriously before replying, "Once the Holy Lance disappears and the balance is disrupted, it will inevitably cause the entire Earth to collapse!"
This was likely the connection between the British Lostbelt and the Earth’s collapse.
...
The video continued.
After issuing her rciless declaration of war,
Queen Morgan gently closed her eyes: "Very well, I’ve said what needed to be said. You may leave now."
There was no need for any concealnt—this would be an honorable confrontation.
One would live, the other would die.
There was no third possibility!
Even at the cost of her life, she would defend this world to the death!
"Understood!"
Naless gave her a deep look.
Just as he was about to turn and leave,
Beryl suddenly spoke up: "Heh, you fool. Since negotiations have broken down, you don’t actually think you can escape, do you?"
This was his territory.
Since you’ve co here, prepare to die completely!
Beryl had no intention of giving him any chance.
There was no need for the Queen to lift a finger.
The hundreds of fairies present could easily eradicate the last hope of Pan-Human History!
"Oh, are you certain?" Naless frowned as he looked at him.
Despite being in a desperate situation,
Naless’ gaze toward him was like looking at a dog, filled with mockery and contempt.
The only thing missing was even a shred of respect.
"Haha, of course I’m certain! Did you think I would let you go?" Beryl grew increasingly arrogant and presumptuous.
At that mont,
Queen Morgan coldly snorted: "Silence!"
Boom!
A terrifying surge of magical energy, vast as a tsunami, erupted and ruthlessly crashed down upon Beryl.
He felt as if he were carrying a mountain on his back,
Forced into an utterly humiliating position, prostrating himself flat on the ground.
"How... how is this possible? You’re... my Servant..."
Beryl, who had been so arrogant just monts ago, was now plunged into utter shock.
He simply couldn’t comprehend this situation.
Queen Morgan’s gaze was icy cold, brimming with killing intent: "Before he leaves Calot, he is my guest. I will not allow you to harm him in the slightest!"
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