Extending a Helping Hand to the Desperate

The ferocious dragon heads emerged from the ground one by one. The rolling Dragon's Might crushed every living creature on the ground, leaving them unable to move. Only after the full form of the Five-Emperor Dragon was revealed between heaven and earth did it withdraw its overwhelming pressure following a dragon roar.

"G-Giant dragon..."

Medea was perched atop the Five-Emperor Dragon's back. Where she sat was Duke's plain, unadorned, low-key, and utterly unpretentious stone throne—the seat symbolizing the Five-Emperor Dragon's master.

The Magician of the Age of Gods had watched the entire scene on her knees. Her most feared Heracles had been utterly beaten to pulp... But that no longer mattered. Heracles was now a thing of the past. She saw hope for victory. The Master she had muddleheadedly acknowledged was monstrously powerful; she could win this Holy Grail War lying down.

Duke: Lie down properly!

Medea secretly rejoiced at her good fortune. She had previously entertained thoughts of betraying Duke, but thankfully she had not stabbed herself in the foot. Otherwise, Duke would definitely have tied her up and taken her back to mark her with a Marker Pen.

The Five-Emperor Dragon did not flap its wings and take flight. Its mountain-sized body lay across the ground, occupying more than half the cemetery. Its peerlessly cold eyes locked onto Berserker. With a beat of its wings, it whipped up a hurricane that sent everyone present staggering about. Only after asserting its presence did it contentedly fold its wings and lie down in silence.

"Liar! You big liar! You clearly promised me!" Looking at the massive dragon body, despair filled Illya's eyes as she lifted her foot and kicked Duke in the shin.

Clang!!

Illya's face flushed red as she crouched down, clutching her little foot and crying out in