Chapter 927
As Morgan spoke, he pointed his staff at Artoria.
A chilling killing intent engulfed everything around it.
The Fae Queen fired black magic bullets from her staff as a signal to begin the war.
Artoria calmly dodged and leaped into the air from the terrace.
This was just in case, to avoid damaging the throne next to the terrace.
In a sense, that throne is the cornerstone supporting the Fae Kingdom.
The Fae Queen has accumulated all the magic power she has gained from squeezing fairies out of them through the "Existence Tax" over the past 2000 years there.
Considering the battles to come, we absolutely cannot allow it to be damaged.
"But... you actually don't intend to connect with the throne and fight me?"
Artoria dodged another cursed bullet.
Morgan said coldly, "That's not something I prepared for you."
"I see, okay... then don't complain even if you lose, alright?"
It was all thanks to Morgan being a proud woman.
If she were to use the magic within the throne, Artoria would have no chance against her.
However, if they were not connected to the throne and relied solely on their own strength in battle, Artoria and Morgan's power should be equal.
They were all Paradise Fae.
Artoria rang the six Bell of Pilgrimage, while Morgan cheated using his genius to obtain the full power of all six bells.
"You're really bold, Artoria."
It's just the ringing of six bells; the destination you've reached... I already passed it in 2000!
Morgan also used Magecraft to fly off the terrace, but always maintained a posture with her back to Camelot.
Artoria was brimming with magical power, her cloak billowing behind her.
"Ah, of course I know... It's precisely because I know how difficult this path is that I'm going to do everything in my power to defeat you, sister!"
"You're too arrogant, Artoria!"
Morgan raised his wand, and from behind him appeared countless stakes large enough to fill the entire field of vision.
Artoria took a deep breath, adjusting her fighting spirit.
Holding the Staff of Prophecy, she charged toward the foothold that had appeared in the air.
The unfolded stakes seemed to have been waiting for this moment, transforming into a torrential downpour.
Artoria raced through the air, unleashing Projection Magic.
The flying sword blade shattered the stakes in its path, breaking through the encirclement.
The Child of Prophecy used his speed to dodge the spears attacking from above, below, left, and right, passing through layers of bullets, and then, as he turned, kicked away the stakes chasing from behind.
Although she broke through the encirclement, she realized that she was now even further away from Morgan.
Then, an even stronger offensive came from all directions, above, below, left, and right.
Now, a half-baked move is impossible to defend against.
While continuously using the Projection sword blades to deflect the Queen's stakes, Artoria channeled magic into the Fae Eyes to gain full control of the situation.
"... Ugh!"
The "Water Mirror" that appeared out of nowhere next to Artoria emitted a dazzling light, forcing her to squint.
Morgan didn't let the opportunity slip by; she raised her slender finger and aimed it at the heart of the Child of Prophecy.
It's similar to Tristan's Noble Phantasm, a curse that bypasses Magecraft catalysts and directly shatters the enemy's heart.
However, even though the Principle is the same, the Queen's Magecraft, which involved simply raising her Single Action, surpassed the Faerie Knight's Noble Phantasm.
"...!"
Artoria felt a sharp pain deep in her chest and quickly used her magic to defend herself.
Do you believe that curses can be resisted with magic?
Morgan said coldly, "Even more naive than the rumors say, my foolish sister."
"Tsk...!"
Artoria certainly didn't think she could withstand Morgan's Black Magic, so--
She discarded the Staff of Prophecy and drew her sword from the void.
As the girl held her breath, she severed the direction of Morgan's curse in one breath.
Once she caught her breath, Artoria casually severed the Water Mirror at her feet.
Taking advantage of the space created by the collapse of the Water Mirror, she rapidly descended, severing the pursuing stakes and dodging the light emitted by the Water Mirror.
Morgan: "Is that all, Child of Prophecy?"
Artoria: "Hmph...!"
Being constantly looked down upon is not the behavior of Child of Prophecy.
I was originally planning to conserve some magic power for the final battle... but since you want me to get serious so badly!
Artoria summoned the previously discarded wand, which formed an array of swords in the air.
This is the ultimate technique she learned from Shirou.
With her ultra-high-speed Projection, Artoria forged hundreds of swords in an instant.
"... You seem quite confident in your firepower."
Morgan muttered to herself, a seductive smirk playing on her lips.
"You don't still think your magic is equal to mine, so you're sure you can fight me head-on, do you?"
That's why I said you're naive--"
"What..."
Looking at the scene before her, Artoria showed a look of astonishment.
In contrast to Artoria, Projection nearly a thousand swords, a massive surge of magical energy also appeared behind Morgan.
Although the magical power released by the two is comparable, their mystique is completely incomparable.
The so-called Magecraft war is precisely the battle where the stronger mystery overwhelms the weaker mystery.
Therefore, in any duel involving Magecraft, Artoria absolutely, ever could never defeat this woman.
Morgan...
The Child of Prophecy looked stunned, his eyes wavering.
"You can use that even without connecting it to the jade throne...?"
In response, a pale yet regal light illuminated the space between the thrones.
"Rhongomyniad (Leyline Blockage-Type Armament), Loading."
Morgan raised the Queen's Scepter high.
"The Rhongomyniad, anchored side by side!"
A raging torrent from the ends of the earth swallowed everything.
Artoria and the Infinity Sword she forged withered away amidst the simultaneous firing of the thirteen Holy Lance.
"Ah...!!"
Artoria sat up abruptly, gasping for breath.
A clear blue sky unlike that of the Fae Kingdom.
All around are endless grasslands and winding rivers.
Beautiful fairies chase each other on the water, and cute little animals frolic among the Azaka; this place is like a fairyland.
"Avalon...?"
Artoria blinked in confusion.
The scenery before her was undoubtedly the Inner Sea of the Planet she had arrived at with Shirou and Merlin, but it was also somewhat different.
Although the scenery is the same, this place is full of life.
"Oh, right... I lost to Morgan..."
Artoria, who was sitting there blankly, suddenly recalled her last memory.
She traveled to Camelot, where she faced her sister Morgan in the Throne Hall in a final, fateful duel, only to be utterly defeated.
So, is this the afterlife?
Artoria didn't have Morgan's sharp mind, so she couldn't figure it out.
"... well."
The girl sat on the ground, letting out a soft sigh.
As expected... we still lost.
I couldn't save anything.
He failed to fulfill his mission of saving Britain.
He also failed to fulfill his dying wish to save Queen Morgan.
Without that person, I really can't do anything...
I'm sorry, Shirou, I have let you down.
An unprecedented and overwhelming sense of frustration enveloped the girl.
No matter how tenacious you are, that's something you can only do while you're alive.
It doesn't matter how much boasting you do, as long as you're alive.
Once a person dies, nothing else matters.
In the end... it's all meaningless.
Artoria muttered in frustration.
"It's not meaningless, your trip."
Another voice came from behind.
The Paradise Fae looked in the direction of the sound.
Then, the person who appeared there made her tremble uncontrollably.
"How did we lose? This is so disappointing."
The person complained, looking speechless.
"..."
Artoria stared at him, mouth agape, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Shirou?"
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"Shirou...?"
Artoria's gloomy eyes regained their light.