War had broken out.
Amid the tension, unease, apprehension, anticipation, and excitement of countless people, the war that would decide Britain's future suddenly erupted after days of brewing.
The Allied Army's main offensive was aimed at Camelot's front gate, while the eastern and western side gates were abandoned.
The first to arrive at Camelot's front gate were none other than the Round Table Army led by Artoria and the others.
"Barghest!"
Artoria was the first to spot Bagster standing before the main gate as though she alone could hold the pass, and she could not help crying out.
"So you finally came?"
Behind Bagster stood the Queen's Army—or rather, the private army she had brought out of Manchester. Yet instead of immediately ordering them to charge, she drew the demonic sword radiating savage heat and walked alone toward the Round Table Army like a valiant knight.
Da Vinci, Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu, and the others all tensed slightly.
From the looks of it, Bagster did not seem inclined to simply open the gates and let them in.
Percival held the Holy Lance as his gaze swept the surroundings, seemingly searching for another figure.
Unfortunately, the small, silver figure familiar from his memories did not appear. Percival felt relieved, yet for some reason, also slightly disappointed.
Bagster ignored Percival and merely looked at Artoria and Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Child of Prophecy, Foreign Sorcerer—I never thought the ridiculous prophecy of the Mirror Clan would truly come to pass. You have still made it here, ready to challenge the Queen of this Britain."
That was what Bagster said.
"...What are you trying to do, Barghest?"
Artoria's Fairy Eyes had always been sharp, so she was the first to notice that something was wrong with Bagster's condition.
Bagster had no intention of concealing it.
"Perhaps it