Golden sword light surged as the frigid Invisible Air carried immense wind pressure.
Even under the continuous weakening effect of Gae Dearg, the ever-active Invisible Air still possessed tremendous power.
Whoosh—!
The greatsword tore through the air with savage force.
Diarmuid's heart tightened, yet the fighting spirit on his face only grew more intense.
So this was the legendary King of Knights?
As expected...
Though her appearance was somewhat unexpected, that pure battle spirit did not diminish her kingly name in the slightest.
Still, I don't want to lose either!
Diarmuid moved. His base Agility was already at A+, and with the blessing of wind Medea had granted him, his speed could be said to be infinitely close to A++.
He bent low and charged, taking a posture as though he were galloping atop a horse.
The incomparably pure battle spirit around him soared, and those charm-filled eyes locked onto Artoria.
The next moment—!
The stone floor exploded as Diarmuid burst forward. Even while running at high speed, he seemed to become a single streak; each time his foot struck the ground, the surface shattered.
Diarmuid was delighted. To be able to fight so freely, to fulfill his wish at the very end, to once again charge into battle before his lord.
This was the end he had longed for!
This was why I joined this war!
This was the victory... I wanted to win for my lord!!!
His thumb and forefinger hooked around the shaft and gave it a fierce twist. Gae Buidhe shot out like an arrow loosed from a bow, spinning as it tore through the air. Diarmuid had actually thrown his yellow short spear like a javelin.
Artoria's expression hardened. Looking at the yellow spear that had left his hand, she forcibly withdrew her attack.
Now