Chapter 892

A magical force, similar to a curse, swept towards Artoria one after another.

On the other side, the Paradise Fae remained calm and unhurried.

"To be honest, I have no interest in the throne or anything like that, but I've decided to fulfill my mission. So—!"

Artoria countered the attack by deflecting it with her magic-infused staff and firing magic bullets or crescent-shaped magic blades.

Her Magecraft applications are more focused on practical application.

She already possessed considerable combat skills, and recently she has also received training from Shirou.

In some ways, he is the exact opposite of Bavan Shi, who basically only shoots out black stakes.

As Artoria countered, she threw something at Tristan.

That's Magecraft catalyst.

Because fairies lack knowledge of Magecraft, they can easily bring items that would be considered dangerous in Pan-Human History into auctions.

Tristan's attention was drawn to the Magecraft catalyst that was suddenly thrown at him.

At the same time, Artoria used Magic Bullet to pierce the catalyst, causing it to explode.

"Ugh...!"

Although Tristan avoided a direct hit, his vision was blocked, and Artoria seized the opportunity to rush up and get behind him.

Not only that, she also scattered other catalysts on the ground while running.

"Damn it! Always playing tricks!"

Tristan's attention was drawn to Artoria's presence behind him, causing him to neglect his footing.

The Staff of Prophecy struck the ground, unleashing a surge of magical power.

The catalyst reacted to the Magic Resistance, and vine-like things grew and wrapped around the Red-haired Fae's legs.

Artoria channeled her magic into the staff she was striking the ground, and the magic exploded along the ground beneath the Faerie Knight's feet.

"Gurgle...!!"

Tristan wasn't seriously injured, but she still lost her balance.

Artoria wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.

When the smoke cleared, the tip of the Staff of Staff of Prophecy rested against the Faerie Knight's neck.

In this way, the outcome is already decided, and everyone can see it.

"!!!"

The red-haired Faerie Knight wore an expression of humiliation and resentment.

She was originally an ordinary fairy who didn't need Magecraft. Although she learned from Morgan, there were still limits to her abilities.

2000 years ago, she was perhaps even stronger in Magecraft because of Shirou's tutelage.

However, this generation of ▇▇▇, having gained fame as Faerie Knight, is not accustomed to Magecraft battles.

Regardless, Artoria won.

"You have too few cards in your hand. And your preparation beforehand was completely inadequate, wasn't it?"

Artoria proudly boasted of her victory.

"Listen carefully to what I'm saying!"

Magecraft is a hundred years too early for you. Go back to your roots and hone your skills in a craft class!

"Don't get too cocky, you brat!"

Tristan was preparing to use the power of the Faerie Knight, but just as that thought appeared, Shirou walked up to Artoria.

"Stop, Tristan. Doing so will only make you look more humiliated."

Seeing Shirou step in to protect the Child of Prophecy, Tristan's eyes widened in fear and astonishment.

She froze in disbelief.

"I feel the same way. In order not to bring shame to the Queen, as Faerie Knight and princess, you should pay more attention to your words and actions."

Muryan added.

Tristan finally came to his senses.

Her expression shifted from astonishment to regret, and after clicking her tongue, she spoke.

"... I admit defeat this time. Are you satisfied now?"

As she said this, she glared at Shirou with resentment, her eyes seeming to say, "You'll remember this!"

"No."

"... Huh?"

Shirou said, "Didn't I just increase the stakes in this duel?"

If Artoria loses, I will willingly become Tristan's slave.

"So what? Uh... could it be...?"

The Faerie Knight looked dumbfounded.

Shirou walked over to her, roughly grabbed the red-haired girl's chin, and met her gaze.

"Now that you've lost, I don't need to explain what to do next, do I?"

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Volume 11: Chapter 523 Fae Tristan: It's a yogurt flavored with photinia flowers that hasn't been made in two thousand years!

When they left the Theater Company's residence, it was just Shirou and Artoria, but when they returned, the number of people had doubled.

"Commander, you're back... huh?"

When Harobaromia came out to greet them, saw the scene before him, he wore an expression of disbelief.

A tall, beautiful girl was accompanying Shirou.

Her hair was as red as blood, her skin was so pale it looked sickly, and she wore a gorgeous dress and exquisite high heels.

Harobaromia was once Aurora's adjutant and visited the royal capital on several occasions in place of the Wind Clan chief, who was not allowed to enter Camelot.

Therefore, he knew the vast majority of the noble fairies and officials in Britain.

The girl in front of me, no matter how you look at her, is...

No doubt about it, she is indeed the genuine Fae Knight Tristan.

At the auction in Gloucester, the Child of the Queen lost to the Child of Prophecy in a Magecraft duel.

Then, as an additional wager in this duel—

Not only the auctioned items, but Tristan himself also became Shirou's property.

Gloucester is the "Fae Domain" of Muryan, the patriarch of the Wing Clan.

Every fairy who enters this city is bound by her rules and is absolutely unable to resist.

This is also the source of Muryan's confidence in claiming that Gloucester and Camelot "only have a franchise relationship."

So even if Tristan was unwilling, he had to swallow the bitter pill of defeat—no one could defy Gloucester's rules.

How tragic and humiliating it must be for the daughter of Queen Morgan to be reduced to a slave to humans...

In addition, she was the particularly proud and arrogant Fae Knight Tristan.

Even the fairies who hate Tristan the most should be able to let go of their resentment now that they know her current situation.

As for Tristan himself, he must be both furious and humiliated, probably wishing he could tear Shirou apart alive...

Not at all.

Tristan, looking very happy, was holding Shirou's arm and chatting with him cheerfully.

This is what truly made Harobaromia feel incredible.

Could it be... that our captain really possesses the ability to hypnotize fairies?

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!!"

The red-haired girl noticed Harobaromia's astonished gaze and glared back at her with displeasure.

"!!"

The chilling murderous aura that seeped into his very bones sent a shiver down Harobaromia.

"Tristan, a lady shouldn't speak like that," Shirou said.

"Ah... yeah, I understand." Tristan nodded obediently.

"Am I having a nightmare?" Harobaromia wondered.

Britain Tristan, the most cruel, ruthless, impatient, and indiscriminate goblin in legends...

How could they behave so docile and obedient!?

No! I guess I'm just dizzy and my eyes are blurry from doing too much paperwork today.

"Harobaromia, prepare a single room for this child."

Shirou glanced at the other fairy who had appeared beside him and said.

Besides Tristan, there's also Gareth was put up for auction as the Child of Prophecy.

Artoria and Tristan originally fought because of her, and since Artoria won, she naturally brought her back as spoils of war.

"I understand, Commander."

Harobaromia nodded, then looked at Tristan.

"Shouldn't we prepare a room for this person as well?" he asked with his eyes.

"I'm sleeping in Shirou's room tonight!" Tristan said proudly, puffing out his ample chest.

Harobaromia sought Shirou's opinion again, but the latter's lack of a denial was taken as an affirmation.

"Artoria, you go with them. You go and tidy up Gareth's room."

As Shirou was preparing to leave the auction, he learned that...

The girl who looks remarkably like Gareth, Knights of the Round Table, is named Gareth in this world.

Like Shirou, she was treated like a commodity and kept in a cage, but as a VIP spectator, she watched the Magecraft duel between the Child of Prophecy and the Child of the Queen up close.

Gareth seemed to be captivated by Artoria's dashing fighting prowess on stage, and had been clinging to her ever since.

Gareth and Artoria from the Fae Kingdom... Is this also part of the prophecy?

However, this saved Shirou a lot of trouble.

Shirou decides to have Artoria take care of Gareth and help her integrate into the Theater Company.

"Shirou, are you sure you're okay on your own?"

Artoria looked at Shirou with concern—mainly because she was worried about the red-haired girl beside him.

"Huh? You have a problem with that? Stop bothering me and Shirou! You're in the way!" Tristan said fiercely.

"You are the one who should be causing trouble for Shirou!" Artoria retorted.

Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Why would I cause Shirou any trouble?"

A country bumpkin like you is the kind of person who causes Shirou trouble all the time; it's written all over your face!

"It's written all over their face, is it real or fake...?"

Artoria looked at Gareth, who shook his head.

"Uh, that's impossible!" Artoria said angrily.

"Yes, their poverty and troubles are written all over their faces! Hahahaha! So pitiful!"

Tristan burst into laughter.

Artoria puffed out her cheeks.