Zenobia and William Tell

"Ugh—aaah—" The female Servant was sent flying into the air by Mordred and Manlio's combined attack, her internal organs violently jolted.

"Hyah—"

With a single slash, although the female Servant desperately tried to evade, her abdomen was still torn open by a huge gash, and she tumbled to the ground.

"Sorry. I can see how strong you are, but you can't defeat me." Mordred was almost completely unscathed; not even her armor had been scratched. She looked coldly down at the Servant lying prone on the ground. "Now, as the loser, tell me your True Name and why you are here!"

Upon hearing the word "loser," the Servant's eyes suddenly reddened.

The magical energy around her abruptly began to surge.

"...Even cornered, you still want to make one final stand?" Mordred sighed. "I would have liked to give you a fair duel, strong woman, but now... saving this place is more important."

Without another word, amid Manlio's somewhat reluctant gaze, Mordred pierced the female Servant's Spirit Core.

But—

Mordred had already stepped back, and the golden light that heralded her departure had appeared, yet the female Servant did not disappear.

"...I am the Queen of Palmyra."

A faint light appeared in her vacant eyes.

"My name is—Zenobia!"

"Battle Continuation?" Mordred showed a look of understanding, then turned to Manlio. "Manlio, go support Fujimaru Ritsuka's side first. They should be fighting too. Leave this place... to me."

Manlio did not hesitate. He trusted Mordred.

He nodded. "Then be careful!" With that, he plunged into the thick fog.

The helmet around Mordred's head disengaged, revealing her face beneath.

"You say you are a king! Then, as a knight—I shall naturally grant you a dignified departure!" she declared loudly.

She raised the sword in her hand. It was the blade bestowed upon her