The Hardcore King Fan and the Twisted King Fan

Another wave of magic swept in, this time even closer than during the day, as if it were right next to you.

He hurriedly turned over and looked out the window, Yuxian in time to see a dazzling light flash by.

Noble Phantasm! This is undoubtedly the radiance of Noble Phantasm!

"Master, please be patient, I'll go check the situation."

Chiron's voice immediately came from outside the room.

He flipped over and leaped out of the window, easily climbing to the roof of the hotel, where he gazed into the distance.

Their hawk-like gaze fell upon the opera house, where a restless crowd had already gathered.

Chiron frowned slightly. It would be difficult to find the perpetrator among so many ordinary people.

However, just as he was about to give up, a blond man jumped onto the roof of the car to his astonishment.

Chiron could see the man dressed in classical aristocratic attire speaking loudly.

Although I cannot hear what the other person is saying, I do not know the specific content of their words.

But Chiron was certain that this was a Heroic Spirit.

Heroic Spirit so openly displayed in the public eye—what does he want to do?

Chiron returned to his room, still puzzled Yuxian quickly stepped forward and asked, "How did it go? Did you find anything?"

"They are Heroic Spirit."

"Who is it? Do you know them?" Yuxian hurriedly asked again.

Chiron shook his head. "You should be able to see him on the news tomorrow. I just noticed there are a lot of cameras filming him."

"However..." Chiron hesitated for a moment before saying, "It seems he has been arrested by the police."

"Huh?" Yuxian's eyes widened, revealing an expression of disbelief.

"Has the order of this world become so strict that it allows for the arrest of Heroic Spirit?"

Chiron also looked puzzled. He shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

Perhaps we can find out some information tomorrow.

A secluded alley in Snowfield.

A blonde girl is fighting with a stray cat.

She knelt on her hands and knees, baring her teeth at the stray cat opposite her.

She was full of vigor and did not give an inch, competing fiercely with the wildcat, neither giving an inch.

It was unclear whether the stray cat had provoked her or she had provoked the stray cat; the two were locked in a stalemate, glaring at each other.

Suddenly, the girl stood up abruptly, an incredulous look on her face, and flew away at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.

The wildcat looked bewildered, not understanding why this foolish human had suddenly left.

But it didn't think much of it; this time, it won.

Chapter 3, Section 517: The Hardcore Chef and the Twisted Chef

In front of the opera house, Saber Richard I, who had just been summoned, was handcuffed less than half an hour after arriving in this era.

Under the surprised gaze of the onlookers, Richard I, handcuffed, leaped onto the roof of the tallest fire truck in the vehicle.

"Listen up, people!"

Amidst the surrounding noise and clamor, his clear voice pierced through all the noise, resounding incredibly in everyone's ears.

"I feel extremely ashamed for having damaged this inviolable opera house where Gelai recited poetry and performed stories."

"It was all my fault, and I will not make excuses."

"However, I will offer this promise to you all instead of making any excuses!"

"I swear to Arthur Pendragon, the great ancestor of our chivalry, and to the songs that resonate throughout my homeland—the triumphant songs of the great knights!"

"I will risk my reputation to atone for the destruction of this opera house!"

"Thank you for listening. May your lives be filled with wonderful songs!"

The citizens listened silently to Richard I's words.

This brief speech, lasting less than thirty seconds, delivered by this man, possessed an incredible sense of realism that shook people's eardrums and hearts.

Everyone was rendered speechless by the aura emanating from the man.

Who exactly is this man?

Silence reigned over the scene. Richard I, having said what he wanted to say, was satisfied and wanted to get off the fire truck.

"What right do you have to swear an oath to King Arthur!"

The blonde girl finally arrived at that moment. She heard Richard I, who was standing on the roof of the carriage, spouting nonsense from afar, and she was furious.

Are you defaming her?

"What does your obligation to repay this dilapidated opera house have to do with King Arthur!"

"King Arthur had no descendants like you!"

"Answer me! You arrogant fool who claims King Arthur as your ancestor!"

The blonde girl spoke with extreme intensity and was very impulsive, like a young lion ready to devour its prey.

"If you cannot clear your name of those words, I will wash them away with your blood!"

The silence of the onlookers was instantly broken, and they began to discuss it. Such a sudden scene was truly unexpected.

A collapsing opera house, a man in shackles, and a young girl angrily rebuking him.

Seeing such an interesting scene in the middle of the night made me feel that the trip was worthwhile.

Richard I had long been accustomed to regarding King Arthur as an ancestor and an idol, and he genuinely respected and worshipped the King of Knights.

He swore an oath to King Arthur as usual, which was Richard I's way of demonstrating his resolve.

He did his utmost to accomplish everything he swore an oath to as King Arthur.

However, some people are now questioning him.

The blonde girl in front of me was so agitated, and her eyes were filled with anger.

He understood that feeling; this was a man who valued the honor of the King of Knights more than his own life.

Richard I was speechless for a moment.

But the girl clearly had no intention of letting him off the hook. She raised her already loud voice several decibels and roared at Richard I with wide eyes.

Answer me!!!

This outburst of anger caused the magic binding the girl to tremble slightly, which Richard I noticed.

He finally realized that the person before him was a Heroic Spirit.

Who is she?

This is a question that is both important and unimportant.

The girl who idolizes the King of Knights just like him will never be his enemy, never!

"I will defend the honor of the King of Knights with my life!"

Richard I spoke these words with utmost solemnity and unwavering determination.

"Your life?"

The girl was so angry that she laughed, bursting into exaggerated laughter.

"How can the honor of my Father King be compared to the life of someone like you?"

Father King? She meant Father King?

Richard I's eyes turned cold.

Those around him might have thought the girl was talking nonsense, but Richard I did not. He finally knew who the girl he was looking at was.

A son of King Arthur, a rebellious knight, and the mastermind behind the downfall of Camelot.

Mordred!

Richard I was very familiar with the story of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.

He admired and longed for King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, but he disagreed with Mordred the only one.

He would have bowed his head to any other Knights of the Round Table, but not to Mordred.

The atmosphere between the two grew increasingly dangerous, as if a battle could erupt at any moment.

The police sent by Orlando Reeves finally arrived. They were a little late, but they didn't expect to cause such a big commotion.

Unlike ordinary police officers, as one of the Master of this Holy Grail War, his subordinates are all Magus.

The troublemaker had arrived, and the two who were already on the verge of conflict immediately lost their momentum.

There are too many ordinary people here, and the fighting will inevitably affect them.

Neither Richard I nor Mordred would have done that.

Richard I and Sajyou Ayaka obediently got taken away in the police car.

"Cut!"

Mordred spat lightly, glanced at Richard I's retreating figure, and turned to leave.

My initial desire to go back and continue fighting with the stray cats completely vanished.

Click! Click!

Mordred twisted his neck a few times as he walked, grinned, and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes.

"It's time for a proper fight!"

She hadn't taken the magical collisions in the southern desert region seriously during the day and remained quite indifferent.

Now, she has changed her mind.

The scene in front of the opera house was being watched by countless eyes.

Northwest Snowfield, Kozman Special Correction Center.

Fardius sighed at the difficulty of the situation.

"The Holy Grail War was supposed to be conducted in secrecy, but it has been openly displayed in front of the public without any attempt to avoid it."

Looking at the images transmitted back by his familiar, he complained to his subordinates, "He could have left simply by becoming a spirit, but he's saying he has to compensate for the losses."

What is he thinking?

At the same time, Fardius was also considering the possibility that this was a tactical maneuver.

"Who is that woman covered in Command Spells -like tattoos? Is she Saber's Master?"

"Who is that blonde girl? Is it really Mordred? What is her class? Who summoned her?"

Despite the endless stream of questions that plagued Faldius, he realized that no amount of thinking would yield answers, so he angrily looked up at the ceiling and muttered:

"Is all of this under your control, Miss Francesca?"

Somewhere in Snowfield.

"This is truly unexpected! Utterly unexpected! But it's precisely because things like this happen that life is so captivating! How delightful! Ahahahahaha!"

Francesca was laughing heartily alone in the dimly lit room, lying on her back and kicking her legs vigorously, revealing a genuine smile of joy.

Her cheeks flushed with excitement.