Just as Artoria was about to risk her life for a dramatic mont, she was pushed aside at the last second.
When she saw the figure who had shoved her away, Artoria was stunned.
The person standing before her had the exact sa face as her, yet carried an aloof expression with a noble and imposing aura so distinct it felt untouchable—sothing that could only be admired from afar.
There was no way Artoria wouldn't recognize her!
Even though the crown and veil from their last encounter were gone, just seeing her figure made everything clear!
"Y-Your Majesty?!"
Artoria was shocked.
"Why are you here?"
She knew the Queen wasn't dead, but she never expected her to appear at a ti like this!
C-Could it be she couldn't bear to see turn to dust or sothing…?
"Hmph, it's because you're just too incompetent."
Her Majesty shot her a chilly glance.
There was no trace of pity or regret in her eyes—cold as ice.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for being this incompetent!"
Artoria imdiately bowed repeatedly.
Her wild fantasies were instantly shattered by that icy stare.
For a brief mont, she had thought Her Majesty might feel so kinship toward her, but how could that be possible? Both of them carried mories from Pan-Human History, making it impossible for them to ever stand together from the start.
"Still, though your performance was lacking, your courage is comndable."
The Queen turned and glanced at her sideways, adding abruptly.
I acknowledge the resolve you showed just now, willing to sacrifice yourself to defeat the Cursed God.
That was what the Queen ant.
Artoria's cheeks flushed slightly. She felt both surprised and a little embarrassed as she smiled.
"BOOOOOOM——!!"
At that mont, an overwhelmingly powerful magic blast descended like a teor.
The attack, spanning dozens of kiloters, instantly pierced straight through Calot and shot toward the distant horizon.
Calot trembled violently, the entire city nearly shattering. Even the two inside the palace struggled to keep their footing.
Fortunately, due to the Cursed God's imnse height, the strike missed the palace.
"Where's Eiji?"
Snapping back to reality, Artoria's expression changed drastically.
She looked toward the Cursed God, but all she saw was dissipating black smoke. Eiji, who had earlier charged into that cursed hand, now showed not even a trace of magical energy.
Artoria's face instantly paled, a terrible premonition flooding her heart.
"He's not soone you need to worry about."
While everyone else was concerned about Eiji's condition, the Queen alone remained unruffled.
"Step aside. My Britain is mine to protect."
Before Artoria could react, Morgan strode forward.
Without any visible action, Artoria felt her connections to the throne and the Holy Lance severed entirely, the burning pain inside her gradually fading.
"HUM——!"
In that instant, a torrential surge of imnse magical energy erupted from Morgan!
As if cheering the return of its ruler, the throne unreservedly channeled its power to the Queen.
Facing the onslaught of that ocean-like volu of magical energy, the Queen showed no fear.
Her back was ramrod straight, as if her pride could pierce the clouds.
Her face held only the chill of deep winter, as though her heart had long been frozen solid.
Facing the colossal Cursed God—a behemoth radiating pressure as terrifying as a collapsing sky—Morgan's heart remained utterly unruffled.
"Though it is a battered and broken Britain, it remains the ho I have known for six thousand years."
Before her stood the Cursed God's enormous, furry form.
Morgan's slender figure stood before the ruins, her eyes lifting to the giant with a faint sigh.
"Words are no longer necessary—O Cursed God, begin your final journey!"
At this point, right and wrong could no longer be distinguished.
Or perhaps, there was no longer any need to distinguish between them.
There was only hatred and destruction between them!
If there were a thousand words to be said, they could all be condensed into this single strike!
"Twelve Holy Lances, anchor release—!"
"O Lance of the End, seal away the world! With this strike, I pass judgnt—Rhongomyniad!!!"
Boundless light flooded their vision.
Infinite magical energy transford into a torrent of light that sealed away the world!
Imasurable radiance erupted from the Twelve Holy Lances, carrying the storm of the world's end, converging into a single point that roared toward the Cursed God shrouded in endless resentnt!
The Tower of the End manifested before everyone in the form of a magical ritual.
The torrent of light struck like a cot, shattering the Cursed God's outer shell in the blink of an eye!
The roaring deluge of magical energy did not cease for a mont, sweeping across like a cataclysmic flood, obliterating the Cursed God's flesh and curses alike!
Under this unstoppable blow.
The Cursed God's shell, thousands of ters thick, was finally stripped away completely!
At the center of its body, a light source several people tall was exposed to all. Though tainted by curses, it still emitted a gentle radiance.
And within the core of that divine nucleus, a humanoid silhouette flickered faintly.
"Now!"
Above the Great Chasm.
The mist scattered everywhere converged like rivers flowing into the sea, coalescing into the form of the bewitching vampire.
Without hesitation, he flapped his wings, his figure shooting forth like a missile!
A golden lightsaber wreathed in silver magical glow appeared in his hand—
"Clang—!"
With a clear, resonant chi.
The blade swept through the divine nucleus as effortlessly as a hot knife through butter.
A silvery thread appeared upon it.
Then, with a sharp "crack," the divine nucleus shattered.
The crimson figure that tumbled out was caught by Eiji, who swiftly retreated.
With its core shattered, the Cursed God's body jolted heavily.
Silently, the curses covering its form crumbled like burnt-out charcoal, scattering into a sky-blotting cloud of black ash that drifted slowly toward the distant horizon.
Not a single word was uttered.
Nor was there any lant or sigh.
Whether it was unable or unwilling, no one could say.
The Cursed God's form ultimately dissolved entirely into the wind.
Watching its dissipation, Eiji offered a heartfelt prayer.
"If any remnant of your soul remains, may you never again encounter beings like the fairies."
Throughout the entire Fairy Kingdom, perhaps the most innocent of all was this Celtic Beast God.
Yet, not all who receive kindness in return choose to repay it in kind. Sotis, it only invites unreasonable malice.
...
And so, the global threat was finally resolved.
The Curse God was defeated, and the accumulated tide of curses in the great cavern beca rootless duckweed, soon to vanish along with this anomalous world.
Eiji held Bavanci in his arms as he returned to the edge of the great cavern.
Bavanci had long since fallen unconscious, the stench of decay on her body so thick it could make one lose their appetite.
Eiji kicked her in the rear.
"If it weren't for you, things wouldn't have been so troubleso!"
Eiji grumbled inwardly.
If Bavanci hadn't inexplicably beco the core of the Curse God, he could have defeated the Curse God alone—none of the subsequent complications would have happened!
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