Type-Moon Crown Master

"Let me begin my rampage and rebel against my glorious father!!!"

"Revolving—Sword of Victory!!!"

In that instant, the sun's radiance was gathered by the holy sword, erupting into a blinding glow dozens of meters long. Once its charge reached its limit, it slashed fiercely at Little Mo.

On the other side, Little Mo unleashed her Noble Phantasm. Crimson lightning, like a roaring red dragon, lunged at Gawain through the fire of the sun!

The two different powers collided, releasing dazzling light. Violent shockwaves formed towering tides that even swept over the soldiers under both sides' command.

Before the gates of the Royal Castle, the symbol of Camelot's supreme authority, within the prosperous Holy City.

"Twang—!"

The sound of strings being played rang out, and in the next moment—

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!"

Several invisible objects came flying from afar. Su Mo narrowed his eyes and immediately used Projection Magic to project the Seven Rings of the Seraphim, blocking the silent, invisible assault.

"Ah... how very sad."

With that voice and those invisible attacks, there was no need to think about it. It had to be the Round Table's Tristan the Sad—no, Tristan.

As the gates of the Royal Castle opened, Tristan appeared before them with a squad of Purification Knights.

At the sight of Tristan, Lily's emerald eyes abruptly contracted, and she could not help snorting coldly.

"Sir Tristan, I must say that you have become so sorrowful that you have turned into a monster. As your king, I truly feel sad for you."

"As a knight, I have actually been criticized by My King. Ah, such sorrow... perhaps it can never be healed?"

"However, even if you are the true My King, I have no choice but to oppose you, because... I have already sworn to serve that My