Has she finally made her choice?
Watching Artoria Pendragon strap the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad to her back, Lot and Morgan thought to themselves.
Well, hopefully she won't lose herself to this power.
That was the shared thought in both Lot and Morgan's minds.
As for the rest, there wasn't much need to worry.
Though the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad's true form serves as an anchor that fixes the surface layer of the world, simply drawing it out wouldn't cause any major repercussions.
Or rather
If it did bring about change,
That would be sothing Lot and Morgan would welco.
The existence of fantasy would be of imnse help to Calot's survival.
...
"I wonder if letting Artoria obtain the Lance That Shines at the World's End was the right choice. It might even strengthen Morgan and Lot's side. But… this is fine. At least she's taken action. Even if it backfires, it's still far better than doing nothing."
Outside the battlefield, rlin observed the scene and spoke these words after so contemplation.
"These fairies have been influenced by parallel worlds. I wonder what my counterpart in another world is like perhaps living a far more comfortable life than I am now."
Though he couldn't spy on Lot's situation, eavesdropping on the fairies' secrets was child's play for rlin.
Thus, he had learned of the circumstances of the parallel worlds.
Just imagining a version of himself who hadn't encountered the terrifying duo of Lot and Morgan filled rlin with sorrow.
A profound lancholy gripped his heart.
Why must I be the only rlin to suffer?
...
On the battlefield, lusine tilted her head as she watched Artoria appear before her.
"You're no match for ."
She addressed Artoria plainly.
In yesterday's battle, had the Wind Clan's leader not fled, Artoria would already have been defeated by her hands. Now, facing her again, lusine didn't even entertain the possibility of losing.
Today's rematch would end no differently.
"The outco of war is only decided after the battle is fought."
Artoria offered no further words, instead charging at lusine with Excalibur and Caliburn in hand.
She had yet to reveal the lance on her back.
"Is that so?"
Seeing her advance, lusine raised her twin swords to et her.
The two clashed once more.
Having fought Artoria the day before, lusine had already grown accustod to her rhythm. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟
This ti, her strikes were even fiercer.
Every swing of her blades aid for a vital point.
But Artoria, too, had adapted to lusine's tempo through their previous battle.
Weaving left and right, she relied on her Instinct to evade lusine's attacks.
Her growth was remarkable.
Compared to yesterday, her sensitivity to lusine's movents had sharpened.
Moving in asured steps, she not only dodged the onslaught but even managed to counterattack once or twice.
All in all
Though lusine still dominated the flow of battle,
Artoria was far from being completely overwheld.
However, this style of combat placed an enormous strain on Artoria's stamina. lusine's physical prowess clearly outstripped hers.
If this continued, victory would still belong to lusine.
...
On another front of the battlefield, the knights' charge was about to crash into the fairies' ranks.
Led by their chieftain, the Wind Clan unleashed a barrage of spells upon the advancing soldiers.
The front line of knights was nearly wiped out in an instant by the onslaught of magecraft but at that mont, Morgan's own spells took effect.
With her here, the fairies couldn't freely bombard the knights with magecraft. With a flick of her wrist, layers of defensive enchantnts enveloped the knights,
Shielding their lives to the greatest extent possible.
Under this protection, the knights finally broke into the fairies' midst.
When spellcasters let warriors get close, it's like a Sylas kicking an Ahri who's already burned her ultimate and Flash.
What followed?
A scene of pure carnage.
Witnessing this, the Wind Clan's leader turned pale with fury.
Then, using magecraft to amplify her voice, she scread at lusine in the distance:
"What are you dawdling for?! Finish this now!"
Hearing this, lusine actually felt a flicker of relief.
Good…
At least she's telling to end the fight quickly.
Not like yesterday, when she demanded I save her.
With this thought, lusine steadily intensified her assault.
Step by step, she forced Artoria toward defeat.
After several more dodges, Artoria's stamina began to wane.
Her footwork grew erratic,
Her grip on both swords slackened.
When their blades clashed again, lusine stood firm while Artoria staggered back several steps.
Bracing herself with her sword against the ground, Artoria panted lightly.
"It's over."
As she spoke, lusine glanced toward Lot, watching for any sudden movent ready to intercept if he tried to ambush her.
But before Lot could act, Artoria instead reached for the case strapped to her back and brought it before her.
Then
She opened it, revealing a gleaming golden-white knightly lance.
"Now, I shall face you with this lance in hand."
Artoria declared.
"Very well."
lusine gave a slight nod.
"What are you doing?! Crush her now!"
The Wind Clan's leader nearly lost her mind at the sight.
Yet lusine waited a mont longer, allowing Artoria to take up the Lance That Shines at the World's End.
And then
Upon grasping the Holy Lance, its nature began to transform Artoria herself.
Her height increased, her body matured.
Watching this tamorphosis, Lot pondered one thing:
[Wait… if Artoria becos a Lancer, won't her gender beco impossible to hide?]
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