Mordred went after Arash.
The wild Knight of Rebellion faced Arash in her usual wild manner, a "healthy" smile appearing on her face.
"Yo! We meet again, bow guy. This time, I won't let you get away!"
Arash drew his bow, his expression stern. "I'd like to have a proper talk with you about what we discussed last time, but what you people have done leaves me with no desire to talk at all!"
Whoosh!
He released the bowstring, firing a magical arrow.
At those words, Mordred's smile faded as well. She raised a hand and unleashed her power, shattering the magical arrow. "Tch. So there's no room for negotiation?"
Arash said, "You people have completely lost your sense of honor. What is there left to discuss? How to kill us?"
Mordred clicked her tongue. "Tch, if there's nothing to discuss, then forget it!"
As soon as she said that, Mordred—who had not wanted to say much anyway due to her complicated feelings—struck directly.
Thus, the berserk Saber and the enraged Archer began their battle.
With Arash restrained, there was no longer anyone capable of checking Tristan's atrocities.
Hassan of the Cursed Arm and the other Hassan of the Hundred Faces were still present, but at most, they could deal with the Purging Knights. Against Tristan, they were simply too fragile to matter.
The situation instantly became extraordinarily dire.
Yet it was at that very moment that Fujimaru Tachibana and the others arrived.
Almost immediately, this fresh force joined the battle and effortlessly took down ten Purging Knights in succession.
Naturally, Tristan sensed the commotion.
"Such presences..."
"One is the holder of Galahad's Spirit Origin, while the other is..."
"I see. The Knight of the Round Table that Mordred mentioned, whose existence Sir Gawain also failed to mention, and whom