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As soon as Mashu arrived, she saw that the giant Fafnir was tightly bound to the spot by dozens of golden chains, while Mo Wang was standing on the dragon's head, shouting something.

"What... what exactly is going on?"

Mashu, who had just arrived, was panting heavily and her mind was a bit confused as she looked at the situation before her.

"Mashu, you're already up?"

Just then, Mashu heard Shi Niang's voice.

"Miss Emiya? What, what's going on here? What is Senpai doing?"

Upon seeing Shi Niang's appearance, Mashu felt as if she had grasped a lifeline and hurriedly asked her a question.

"Is Mr. Mo Wang perhaps hosting a dragon-slaying tournament?"

"The Dragon-Slaying Tournament?"

Mashu's mind paused for about ten seconds after hearing Shi Niang's words.

"Yes, early this morning, Mr. Mo Wang announced to the whole city that he would kill Fafnir in front of everyone."

"And it was announced that everyone in the city could try to kill the dragon, and Dragon Meat cooking competition would be held at the end to elect the best Dragon Meat chef in the entire city."

"The whole city is very excited right now."

"Huh? Huh? A dragon-slaying tournament? Dragon Meat cooking competition?"

Mashu stared at the Shi Niang in front of her, somewhat incoherently.

At that moment, she finally understood why the doctor's eyes looked so helpless when he brought up this matter.

"Where is everyone? Why didn't anyone come to stop the senior?! This will cause chaos!"

At this moment, Mashu began searching for her companions, but then Shi Niang patted Mashu on the shoulder and pointed to the side.

"If you're talking about them, they seem to be even more excited than the people in the group."

Mashu stared blankly to the side in the direction Shi Niang pointed.

She saw that the Servant she knew were now standing next to Fafnir, rubbing their hands together in anticipation.

"Hmph, slaying a dragon? How interesting. I've never attempted such a feat while I was alive."

The Doggy stood before Fafnir, grinning maliciously at the dragon before him.

"What's there to look forward to in a dragon that's been bound? That's all the ambition you have."

Seeing the Doggy's appearance, Red A immediately began to mock it.

"Huh? You have the nerve to say that to me? It's like you've ever killed a real dragon."

The Doggy looked at Red A with a defiant expression, glancing at his hands, "If you're not interested in slaying dragons, what are you doing here? And why did you bring so many swords?"

"That's because, naturally, a chef has to ensure the freshness of the ingredients."

Red A calmly said to the Doggy.

"Huh? You bastard, all those things you just pulled out were the famous Dragon- Holy Sword, weren't they! You despicable wretch, you actually brought out replicas of those things!"

"Hmph, if you're going to slay a dragon, you should make sure your tools are suitable. I'm not like you, who actually plans to use a gun to stab that giant dragon."

Do you want to pick its teeth?

"I'll stab you to death first, you bastard!"

"What are those two doing?"

At this moment, Mashu looked at Red A and Cú Chulainn with a regretful expression, and asked Shi Niang beside her with a stiff expression.

"Probably because both of them have already signed up for the dragon-slaying competition? So..."

"By the way, Great Emperor is also participating in this competition!"

"Ah?"

Following Shi Niang's gaze, Mashu couldn't help but look over, and sure enough, Charlemagne was also in the group.

"Oh my! Is this a real dragon? It really is an extraordinary being."

"I just don't know if my sword is even capable of killing this guy."

Charlemagne looked at Fafnir with excitement, just like a child.

"Even Charlemagne? Could it be that...!"

Mashu immediately started searching again, and sure enough, in the front row of the audience, Mozart and Queen Mary were also looking at the dragon with excitement.

"Look! Look! Amadeus is a real dragon!"

Queen Mary excitedly grabbed Mozart's hand and shouted like a lively young girl.

"Oh, my dear Mary, of course I saw it."

"I never imagined I would witness the dragon being slain with my own eyes. And there are so many heroes gathered here."

"Ah, my musical inspiration is starting to flow again!"

Looking at the two people in the distance, Mashu couldn't help but cover her face.

Sure enough, the two of them decided not to have any expectations.

What should we do now? She feels like her entire team is completely beyond saving!

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Faced with her teammates who were starting to act abnormally, Mashu felt that things were spiraling out of control.

"No, there's still Lady Joan of Arc! There must be others in the group!"

Seemingly to prove that she wasn't the last normal person in the group, Mashu immediately began searching for Joan of Arc's whereabouts again.

It was quite obvious that Joan of Arc of Arc was sitting in the audience with Sword Marshal at this moment, seemingly looking forward to the event.

"Joan of Joan of Arc!"

"Oh, it's Mashu. Is there anything I can help you with?"

When Joan of Arc' Mashu rushing over, she looked puzzled.

"Regarding your senior, don't you have any thoughts about him doing this kind of thing?"

At this moment, Mashu asked Joan of Arc in front of her, and seeing Joan of Arc's calm expression, Mashu suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Huh? You mean, Master, you're talking about the Dragon Slaying Tournament? I was quite surprised when I first found out."

At this moment, Joan of Arc of Arc heard Mashu's words and understood what she meant.

Yes, yes!

Mashu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Joan of Arc's words.

At least it seems there are other normal people in the group besides her.

"However, after thinking about it carefully, I think that Master's actions actually make some sense."

"At least the public execution of Fafnir did cheer everyone up in the city, and I think that's a good thing, isn't it?"

Joan of Arc looked at Mashu and said.

"Huh, huh?"

"Look, the people in this city were filled with despair after what happened yesterday. But now they are completely ignited by their inner emotions. At least from a military point of view, this is a very good change."

Joan of Arc was carefully analyzing the situation for Mashu.

In fact, yesterday's battle almost directly crushed the morale of the city's soldiers.

Even though they eventually defeated Black Joan, Joan of Arc knew that most people were pessimistic about the future.

Mo Wang's direct move instantly transformed the people in the city from despair into anger, resentment, and excitement.

In the eyes of one general, this couldn't be better.

"Yes, I never expected that sir would come up with such a method."

"This is equivalent to publicly executing a general on the other side, which can greatly boost our morale. This is a very good tactic in war."

At this moment, Sword Marshal also affirmed Mo Wang's actions.

Just like beheading an enemy general before declaring war, this method of boosting morale is no different from Mo Wang's public execution of Fafnir.

It's just that they simply turned people into dragons.

Furthermore, if Mo Wang were to use people to do this kind of thing, and then eat their flesh afterward, Joan of Arc might have stopped him.

But if you were to say that it was Jackie Chan, Joan of Arc would really have no objections.

Moreover, Joan of Arc's personality was not that of a saintly figure without any moral compass.

If she were truly the kind of saint who couldn't bear to see even the slightest killing, she wouldn't have been able to lead an army like France to hold off England.

"This..."

Well, Mashu was speechless at this point.

But then she suddenly realized that she was the only one in the group who was acting strangely.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Our first-ever dragon-slaying tournament in France is now officially beginning!"

"I'm sure all of you are eager to slay this wretched dragon, aren't you?"

"Don't worry! Now, please welcome our first contestant to the stage!"

Just as Mashu was struggling with her decision, Mo Wang had already begun announcing the start of the Dragon Slaying Tournament.

"Let me do it! This bastard burned my wife and children to death!"

Just then, a ragged farmer staggered onto the execution platform, his eyes bloodshot, his woodcutter's axe trembling slightly from gripping it too tightly.

His nails dug deep into his palms, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain, his gaze fixed intently on Fafnir, who was bound by chains.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"

The axe blade struck the dragon scales with devastating force, sparks flying and a piercing metallic clang echoing across the square. Yet, not a single white mark was left on the black scales; instead, the axe blade chipped at the edge. The farmer, as if possessed, mechanically repeated the chopping motion, oblivious to the cracks in his hands. Blood dripped from the axe handle, spreading dark red patterns on the dragon scales.

"Why can't I cut it in... why!" His voice gradually distorted into a wail, and finally he threw himself onto the dragon's back, digging at the gaps in the scales with his fingernails. "Give me back Mary! Give me back my children!"

The farmer, out of control, kept swinging his axe until the blade shattered, but he couldn't even leave a scratch on the scales.

The farmer's out-of-control emotions immediately resonated with those around him.

Although the farmer in front of them was in a very sorry state, they couldn't bring themselves to say a word against him.

Because the giant dragon before them had indeed caused too much damage to this city and this country.

At least tens of thousands of people have died at the hands of this giant dragon.

And the number of people whose assets were destroyed is countless.

If they hadn't known they couldn't kill the dragon, they would have rushed up and torn Fafnir to pieces long ago.

"Sir, please leave."

"Now, please leave it to someone else."

Just then, a soldier covered in bandages walked up; he was the next contestant after the farmer.

"Yes, yes, the rest is up to you. Please make sure this guy pays the price."

The farmer glanced at the soldier and then staggered down.

After the farmer staggered back, the bandaged soldier stood before Fafnir. He drew his sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, but as he aimed with all his might at the dragon's neck—

"Clang!"

The blade broke.

The soldier stared blankly at the broken sword in his hand, then at the dragon's jet-black scales, which were unblemished. He continued to hack and slash with the broken sword like a madman, even punching and kicking, but Fafnir merely looked down at him indifferently, his golden vertical pupils even carrying a hint of mockery.

"Why... why can't I hurt it..."

The soldier's voice trembled as he finally knelt, his fist slamming weakly against the dragon scales, blood seeping from his knuckles. "My comrades... did they all die in vain...?"

The crowd below the stage began to stir.

"Let me do it!" A thin woman rushed onto the stage, clutching a kitchen knife. She had once owned a bakery on the outskirts of town, but her shop and husband had been burned to ashes by dragon's breath. She screamed and slashed at Fafnir's claws with all her might—