What Little Moe Wants

This is the battlefield for the strongest knights; the weaker ones will just be thrown out.

Some knights simply reached out and grabbed the meat, gnawing on it one on each side, only to be kicked into the mud by a knight with whom they already had a grudge.

Some people simply picked up the basin, buried their heads in it, and were punched in the bottom of the basin, two pieces of flesh went into their eye sockets, and two front teeth flew out of their mouths.

Some weren't afraid of getting burned; they picked up the pot and poured the contents into their mouths, only to have their heads grabbed and shoved into the pot by the people behind them.

The knight, who was a step behind, rammed the guy in front of him who was busy eating, sending him flying and taking over the position.

Pellinore shook his head, saying with heartache, "This is outrageous! Is this still my knight? A noble being like me doesn't need to eat anymore."

"Father! The knights seem to be fighting. I'll go out and check on them briefly, then come back to report!" Lamorak stood up abruptly, grabbed his knife and fork, and rushed out. He wasn't one to hold back, and now he was at his wit's end. He was ready to knock all the fighting knights away, snatch the pots and pans, and start eating heartily.

"Wait! Lamorak!" Pellinore was left alone in the tent, feeling quite disgruntled, and continued to gnaw on the roasted meat and dried fish. He couldn't understand why there was such a big difference between the two kinds of meat.

Although the aroma outside had faded, the lingering scent inside the tent remained. Pellinore felt his stomach churning, chewing on the dry, roasted meat, desperately trying to suppress it. He was the king; he had to endure it, otherwise, he would have to submit to the other man the next time they met.

But the knights outside the tent were quite uncooperative, praising him loudly and incessantly, including his son.

"Oh my god! This is Vesta, manifesting himself!"

"That boy is a member of God's family!"

"Oh my god! This is Holy Communion! Praise Christ! And the heretics will be burned at the stake sooner or later!"

"Praise be to the Virgin Mary, God loves the world, and heretics will be burned at the stake sooner or later."

Hearing the shouts outside, Pellinore pouted. No, even without eating, she already felt inferior to the other person.

If he were still alive, he could have used his military strength to force the other party to stay and become his Imperial Chef, even if it meant breaking the contract. Unfortunately, now, he and Lamorak are the Servant in the army. With his son unwilling to help, he simply doesn't have enough fighting power to keep the boy protected by Mordred.

Utterly filled with regret, Pellinore strode out of the tent, ordered his men to bring his horse, and left the camp, wanting to avoid seeing it again.

After that, every last drop of meat juice in the pots and pans was eaten and wiped clean, all the kitchen utensils were beaten black and blue, and the knights with panda eyes divided them up.

This legend spread among King Pellinore's army and, along with the knights' later great deeds, has continued to be passed down throughout the world.

There are seven legendary cooking utensils in the world, one of which is a magical pot. If you put meat into it and simmer it over low heat, you can get a delicious dish that even the gods would eat.

A black and white kitchen knife that can cut through iron like mud; extremely hard.

The food prepared using these kitchen utensils is among the most delicious in the world.

Those were kitchen utensils carried by the messenger of Goddess Vesta (Hestia), one of the Twelve Olympians of Rome.

Some say they are kitchen utensils passed down from angels.

In short, after demonstrating his superb culinary skills to the world, he left behind his cooking utensils and disappeared.

The knights who ate the food from the cooking utensils joined forces and ultimately defeated the evil dragon, saving the world.

Of course, the boy was unaware of these things.

At this moment, Shirou was sitting on the back of the horse, holding Little Mo's waist, riding the large brown horse towards the battlefield they had just crossed.

Time in this world is different from that in the outside world; it passes very quickly, seemingly only half the time it takes outside. Since escaping from there and returning here, it's already dark.

After leaving the military camp, Da Vinci of Chaldea no longer hid and emerged from the holographic image.

"Shirou, do you think we can believe what King Pellinore and Lamorak said?" Da Vinci asked.

"I wouldn't say I believe it, but I don't think that boastful and arrogant king would deceive us on this matter," Shirou said.

"Well, Lamorak may be a clueless idiot, but he wouldn't lie about something that hurts others," Little Mo added.

"So, you're still planning to fight the dragon at midnight?" Da Vinci asked.

"Of course, even if it's an opponent we can't beat, that's no reason to run away from the fight," Shirou replied.

"Sigh... I knew Shirou would say that, and so did Gudako, and so did Shirou. Why are all the young people of Chaldea so fond of adventure?" Da Vinci sighed helplessly, then rallied his spirits and said:

"But it is precisely because of this that Chaldea has overcome seemingly insurmountable difficulties time and time again. I know! I will do my utmost to assist you. I will investigate the weaknesses of the Vortigern. Shirou, Mordred, please prioritize your own safety in battle. Treat this battle as a mission to probe the enemy."

"I understand. Thank you, Da Vinci," Shirou said.

"Well, if we can win, then Shirou and I will just take down the Demon Dragon this time!" Little Mo said, waving her fist.

"Is it really okay to be so confident? Luckily, I had a backup plan..." Da Vinci muttered to himself in Chaldea side.

The two riding on the tall brown horses seemed to have gained an extra leg, giving them a wide and expansive view. They could now see far into the center of the battlefield, where a giant dragon lay fast asleep on the ground, its body touching the earth and continuously transmitting energy to the land.

Although it is still a colossal creature, it has shrunk by more than half compared to its previous hundred-meter size.

Shirou and Little Mo rode their horses to the mountain where they had first arrived in this world, deciding to wait there for the dragon to reach its weakest moment.

The legendary King Vortigern, brother of King Uther, ruled over the borders of England and constantly fought against the Saxons barbarians. Young Merlin served this King, and the most famous legend tells of how, with the help of the Magus of Flowers, he discovered the Red Dragon and the White Dragon. He drank their Dragon Blood daily, eventually transforming himself into a tyrannical dragon.

Some surviving legends mention that Vortigern later rallied barbarians, attempting to conquer Britain by force, but was defeated by King Arthur. Originally, he was portrayed as a powerful and ruthless figure.

However, the dragon here has completely lost its mind and is one with the land. As the embodiment of the land, it is a monster like a colossal earthbound spirit.

If he is a ghost, then he is the largest ghost in the Mythic Era, much like a dead earth god.

If he is a demonic dragon, then he has already transcended the Phantasmal Beast and reached the realm of Divine Beast.

Yet it possesses a destructive instinct, like a gluttonous beast that can never be satiated. By constantly creating carnage, it generates Black Mud, expands the land, and grows stronger, much like a natural disaster. If left to grow unchecked, it will eventually devour the outside world as well.

As night deepened, the Black Shadow dragon that slept on the battlefield grew smaller and smaller, eventually becoming less than twenty meters long including its tail.

"It'll be midnight in half an hour!" Da Vinci reminded him from Chaldea.

"Hmm," Shirou agreed, mentally simulating the battle against this kind of dragon that relied on the world's amplification.

Mordred remained silent, tightening her grip on her silver greatsword. Though she spoke with bravado, she knew this opponent was no ordinary foe, yet the fighting spirit in her eyes remained undiminished.

Dark clouds swirled in the black night sky, mist swirled around the mountaintops, shrouding the stars and moonlight, obscuring all light, and the black dragon on the earth merged into the shadows.

Everything turned pitch black before the boy and girl on the mountaintop; Chaldea's connection had been severed.

But Shirou knew that the time had reached midnight. There was no need for a countdown or to check the time. He and Little Mo had experienced this firsthand because the ground had suddenly become thicker in that instant. Even the stones they were standing on seemed to have grown taller out of thin air. The big tree where they tied their horses, and even the rope tied to its branches, were taut and could break at any moment.

At the same time, the Vortigern, whose body was initially a hundred meters long, shrank rapidly once again, eventually becoming a black dragon ten meters long. It scratched at the ground with its claws, trying to dig a large hole and bury itself in it.

"Little Mo! Let's do it!" Shirou activated his Magic Eye, stood up, and shouted.

"Oh!" Upon hearing Shirou's words, Mordred leaped down the hill, her silver sword unleashing twisting crimson flames as she slashed at the black dragon, shouting, "Rebel against my handsome father (Clarent Blood Arthur)--!!!"

"Roar!!!" The dragon roared in pain. The Black Shadow on his body, which had the ability to devour the radiance of the holy sword, was greatly weakened when it encountered the crimson lightning of Clarent, which had transformed into a demonic sword due to Mordred's betrayal.

A crimson lightning bolt struck one of the dragon's wings. After being partially absorbed by the black mist on the dragon's body, the lightning passed right through, leaving the wing a bloody mess. However, the Black Mud surged, and the wound healed instantly.

"I am the bone of the sword I wield, this body is made of the sword... Unlimited Blade Works--!!" Shirou seized the opportunity to raise his hand and chant the incantation, activating the Inherent Domain.

The landscape surrounding the earth changed in an instant, covered by a new scenery. This was a manifestation of the boy's Inner World, replacing the original world. The dragon was separated from the original world and brought into the boy's own little world.

Since this is a monster that depends on the land, then he should take the dragon out of that world.

On the red wasteland, behind which lay the blue planet that guarded it. What awaited the dragon was a world filled with swords and hundreds of magical Noble Phantasm, many of which were specifically designed to kill dragons. They flew up and pierced the dragon's ten-meter-long body, turning it into a hedgehog.

The dragon Vortigern froze, black blood flowing from the wound and dripping onto the ground.

But the attack wasn't over yet!

"Broken Phantasm!" Shirou shouted, stretching out his hand.

The various Noble Phantasm piercing the dragon's body emitted a dazzling light and exploded with a deafening roar. The Inner World was engulfed in flames, creating a crater large enough to bury the dragon.

In the firelight, the dragon remained motionless. Its originally black scales made it impossible to tell whether it had been charred black or retained its original color.

The next moment, the dragon let out several ferocious roars.

Shirou ultimately underestimated the dragon. Even without the amplification of immortality related to the land, killing the Vortigern would not be easy. And if the dragon couldn't be killed within the Inherent Domain, all the damage would be in vain once it returned to its original world.

"Roar!!!" The demonic Vortigern raised its head high and roared angrily. The dragon, in pain, breathed out black breath, a blackness that seemed to devour all light. The land stained with this black breath was dyed a dull black, turning into a muddy expanse of Black Mud.

In an effort to repair the world, the Inner World engages in a tug-of-war with the Black Mud.

"What!" Shirou felt that maintaining the Inherent Domain was becoming more difficult, and the magical energy he was consuming was increasing. His magical energy was rapidly draining away, and even with the Holy Grail's replenishment, it couldn't keep up with the rate of loss.

The dragon itself possessed extremely powerful magic, and with the blessing of the Black Mud Holy Grail, it overwhelmingly surpassed Shirou. The Inner World of Unlimited Blade Works began to be eroded by the Black Mud from the dragon's wounds, the wasteland was stained black with black Black Mud, and the Noble Phantasm on it were dragged into the ground when they came into contact with the Black Mud.

As a dragon capable of eroding the world, it doesn't even Inherent Domain. Or rather, this ability to constantly erode the land and transform it into its own world can also be considered an Inherent Domain.

Finally, under the corrosive influence of the Black Mud, the dragon continuously spewed out black breath. Shirou could no longer resist, and a crack appeared in his Inner World. The dragon flew up and crashed into the crack, breaking free of the space. It was the first to stick its head out and return to its original world.

"Die! Don't even think about escaping!" Mordred pushed off the ground, leaped high into the air, and swung his sword at the dragon's neck.

Unexpectedly, the Black Shadow of its tail transforming into a hurricane shattered the Inherent Domain and swept in from behind. Even though the dragon's size had shrunk tenfold, its strength was still formidable. If struck by such immense force, even the heavily armored Mordred would be thrown back, or even die on the spot.

"Oh no! Little Mo!" Shirou exclaimed, his head spinning. The girl's radiant smile and the childlike happiness and contentment she showed while eating flashed through his mind.

While his mind was racing, Shirou's body reacted the instant he saw the dragon about to break through space and swing its tail. He released his Inherent Domain, used the momentum to leap forward, and before the tail could sweep across, he grabbed Little Mo and turned his position so that his back faced the dragon's attack.

He knew it was too late to dodge; the devastating attack was about to smash into the boy's back.

At the critical moment!

"Excalibur-Morgan--!!!" The black, heavily armored motorcycle, piloted by the cool blonde girl, leaped high into the air, using the Mana Burst of the holy sword as a jet engine, and crashed directly into the dragon's head.

The immense impact slammed the dragon's head into the ground, sending it flying through the air along with its body.

The boy and girl landed safely on the ground.

"Artoria!" Shirou exclaimed in surprise. That motorcycle, that black trench coat—wasn't that Saber, the one he fought shoulder to shoulder with in Shinjuku?

"Wow, Father... Father King!!! Why are you here?" Little Mo exclaimed in surprise when she saw the person who had arrived, thinking to herself, 'Father King in black looks so cool! And riding a motorcycle, so awesome!'

The blonde girl, seated on a motorcycle, descended from the sky and coldly glanced at the boy, saying, "Shirou, retreat! This isn't a monster we can defeat with our numbers... And! Put Lord Mordred on the motorcycle already, how long are you going to keep carrying her!"

Chapter 147 What Little Mo Wants

"Roar!!" The dragon, whose face was twisted in half, absorbed the nutrients from the earth. With the help of the Black Mud that writhed like earthworms, the wound quickly healed. It roared angrily, spread its black wings, stirred up a gale on the ground, and flew into the air to chase after the dragon.

"Shirou, strengthen yourself, grit your teeth!"

Artoria twisted the throttle sharply, and the three of them Riding the black motorcycle at breakneck speed across the wasteland. The motorcycle bumped and jolted, its headlights flashing white light and then red light. Under the amplification of magic, the speed kept soaring beyond the Red Thread of the speedometer, and the speed had already exceeded 300 kilometers per hour.

The wind howled past my ears, and it seemed as if a sound barrier had been broken earlier. The surrounding scenery had become afterimages as it passed by. The supercharger of the motorcycle engine was spinning, and the exhaust pipe roared. It no longer sounded like a machine, but more like the roar of some beast.

After intensive summer training, the girl mastered the skills to control this steel beast with her superb driving techniques.

At this moment, the enraged dragon realized it had caught up with the motorcycle. It gathered magic power in its mouth and spewed black breath at the three fleeing people ahead.

Driving her black motorcycle, Artoria sprinted forward at top speed, tossing her holy sword and pistol high into the air. The two Noble Phantasm merged and assembled into an anti-material sniper rifle, flashing red light, flying through the air like a remote-controlled airplane model along with the motorcycle.

Artoria released the accelerator and stood on the motorcycle. The modified, large black motorcycle, flashing red lights, continued to speed forward even without its owner's control.

In an instant, the blonde girl leaped high into the air, caught the black sniper rifle in mid-air, turned around, and faced the face of the demon Vortigern.

"Unyielding Burning Sword of Victory - Sequence Morgan!!!" The Anti-Personnel Noble Phantasm is activated, and a dazzling Beam Cannon bursts from the muzzle, concentrating into a single point and transforming into a long beam of light.

The weakened dragon's breath was no match for the Starlight's Noble Phantasm; it was pierced by the light, and the Vortigern was struck in the head mid-air, flying backward.

"Hmph, you've fallen, Your Vile King." The blonde girl landed and sat back on the black motorcycle.

"It's gone out into the world!" Artoria exclaimed.

"..." Shirou kept his mouth tightly shut; the strong wind had rendered him unable to speak.

"Wow! That's awesome! So cool! Father King!" Little Mo excitedly raised his right hand, clenching his fist and repeatedly swinging it into the air!

Artoria rode her motorcycle, sped over a small slope, leaped high into the air, and rushed up the hill, hurtling towards the portal to another dimension.

The motorcycle sped through the portal and landed on a grassy hill, leaving a long trail in the ground and sending grass flying everywhere before finally coming to a stop.

"Thank you, Artoria," Shirou said gratefully as he stepped out of the car.

"Shirou ...you can't say that, can you?" Artoria got out of the car, walked up to the boy, and stared intently at him.

He felt like he hadn't been glared at like that in a long time, but he understood what the girl meant.

Shirou lowered his head and said, "Uh... I'm sorry."

"That was too reckless! Even if you have the protection of the sheath, your body is still human. If you were hit like that, you might not have had time to recover and would have died instantly!" Artoria said.

"That's right! If it weren't for King Arthur, Shirou, you would have been cut in two! You could have just left me alone! I'm Servant! I can take a hit or two without any problem!" Little Mo shouted angrily at the boy, recalling the scene.

"No, we swore an oath when we made the contract to protect each other," Shirou said matter-of-factly.

Little Mo was stunned for a moment after hearing the boy's words, then scolded, "Ugh... Are you an idiot? Don't you even think about who would risk their life to save you if you were in that situation?!"

"Well, I actually have some experience in dealing with attacks. And even Servant is a girl, so it hurts to take a hit like that. If she had been killed, we wouldn't have been able to meet again." Shirou said to the girl. After understanding Little Mo's admiration for Artoria, he really wanted to help her clear up the misunderstanding between them. So it was really good that she was alright now.

Little Mo was so angry her face turned red, and she cursed repeatedly, "Shirou, you idiot! Fool!..."

"Hey, why am I being scolded like this by you Little Mo, Mo?" Shirou said.