Looking at the blonde girl across from him—her brows furrowed as she watched him with vigilant caution—even Leon, who had experienced countless storms, felt his heart stir.
After all, she was the legendary figure he had admired since childhood, the guide who had led him onto the path of… mana replenishment.
Once, he could only meet her in dreams.
Now, he was seeing the real person.
[Query: Would you like to perform today's sign-in?]
'System-chan, I love you.'
[System Notification! Daily sign-in completed.]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: "Excalibur — Sword of Promised Victory."]
[Excalibur — Sword of Promised Victory]
This sacred sword was created by Gaia, the will of the planet, in response to the apocalyptic crisis caused by the alien destroyer Sefar.
Forged by the Six Primordial Fairies using humanity's collective wish for survival as its material, the sword crystallized within the Inner Sea of the Planet.
It was born as one of the ultimate Divine Constructs, known as the "Last Phantasm", the strongest fantasy weapon.
Its function is to convert the wielder's magical energy into light, then compress and accelerate it to massively increase kinetic output, ultimately unleashing a beam capable of destroying nearly anything.
Additional Effect — Thirteen Seals
These seals act as restraints on the holy sword's true power.
To release the seals, the Round Table Judgment must be invoked. Each released seal unlocks a portion of the sword's power.
Only when **more than half of the seals are lifted—at least seven—**can the sword unleash its full strength.
However, even when completely sealed, invoking the Noble Phantasm's true name still produces enough destructive power to easily destroy fortresses and shatter mountains.
Description:
Where the King's blade points, our hearts follow.
"Ho~"
"Interesting."
If Leon wasn't mistaken, the sword currently resting inside the system space should be the authentic Excalibur—the one Artoria once instructed Bedivere to return to the Lady of the Lake.
Not the version held by Servant Artoria, which was merely a projection formed from the Greater Grail's mana.
With that sword in his possession…
Manipulating Artoria would become much easier.
"If you don't believe me, that's fine. I don't need to prove anything to you."
Leon shrugged casually.
"But then again… showing nothing would be a little impolite."
"I can see this beautiful young lady is already getting restless."
"So—"
"Berserker."
"Give them a little demonstration. Don't disappoint me."
After saying that—
Leon began walking toward Kiritsugu and the others, still carrying Sakura.
His steps were relaxed, as if he were strolling through his own home—like a lion leisurely inspecting its territory.
As Leon moved—
A dark figure suddenly emerged from the shadow beneath his feet.
A black silhouette shrouded in ominous mist.
Its target—
Artoria Pendragon.
"Don't even think about it!"
With Kiritsugu's silent approval, Artoria immediately engaged.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
In the blink of an eye, the black sword and the invisible blade had already clashed more than a dozen times.
Their movements were so fast that the human eye could barely follow them.
Only flashes of swordlight revealed their positions—and even those appeared slightly delayed.
Among everyone present—
Aside from Leon, and Kiritsugu who possessed Time Alter (Innate Time Control)—
No one could clearly perceive the movements of Artoria and Matou Kariya.
Step. Step. Step.
Leon continued approaching Kiritsugu and Irisviel.
Artoria attempted to stop him—
But Kariya blocked her relentlessly.
His swordsmanship was crude and chaotic, relying purely on brute parameters.
More importantly—
He fought without fear of death, trading wounds recklessly like a honey badger.
Because Artoria was reluctant to suffer unnecessary injuries, she found it difficult to defeat him quickly.
And the Vibranium armor, enhanced by the Amadam Spirit Stone's micro-particle manipulation, was not something Servant-state Artoria could easily penetrate.
The battle entered a stalemate.
Meanwhile—
Kiritsugu's Glock 17, aimed at Leon, trembled violently.
Yet he couldn't pull the trigger.
Cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
A terrifying intuition told him—
If he fired that shot…
Something dreadful would happen.
Fear of the unknown gripped his throat.
He froze in place, his mind going blank.
Only when he heard Artoria's alarmed cry did he snap back to reality.
"Airi!"
Bang—!
Artoria shouted in concern—
But Kariya seized the opportunity and kicked her away.
Kiritsugu spun around.
Leon had somehow already passed him.
He gently set Sakura down.
Then—
He knelt on one knee before Irisviel.
Like someone proposing marriage.
He took her delicate hand, lifted it gently—
And kissed the back of it.
Then he gazed into her eyes with a ridiculously affectionate expression—the kind someone might use even when looking at a dog—and said:
"Milady… I like you."
Kiritsugu's face instantly darkened.
Illya, innocent as ever, jumped protectively in front of her mother like a tiny hen guarding her chicks.
Pointing at Leon, she scolded him with surprising seriousness:
"Dame yo~!"
"Mom already has Kiritsugu."
"And enemies are not allowed to become wives!"
"So—"
"Handsome uncle, you can wait until Illya grows up and marry Illya instead."
"Then you can do all sorts of bad things to Illya!"
Kiritsugu's expression turned even darker.
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