Diehard Fans / Their Own Paths

Francesca seemed oblivious to his tone and continued, "I think this is an opportunity. You can hide on the sidelines... Boom! You can blow all those Master away in one go, and the Holy Grail War will be over, right?"

Fardius remained silent, clearly disagreeing with Francesca's suggestion.

Francheska laughed and said, "Alright, alright, I'll send my Caster over to help you. His illusion magic is really powerful, you know. He'll make sure no one notices your movements and he can complete your plan by surprise."

After hanging up the phone, Francesca burst into laughter again, as if she had thought of something funny.

François, who was eating snacks nearby, said, "You're really not being fair. Is it really okay to trick him like that?"

"I didn't trick him at all..." Francesca started laughing before she could finish her sentence, "...Okay, I did trick him."

"Aren't you curious? What methods will they use to defend against such a large-scale, comprehensive artillery bombardment?"

Do you think Jeanne-chan) might have had that Noble Phantasm when she was little?

François thought for a moment and said, "Probably not. She got that flag later; she probably didn't have it when she was little."

"How will we know if we don't try?" Francesca said. "Then I'll leave it to you."

"You really know how to boss people around," François said with displeasure. "Fine, since you're me, it's not like I can't help them cover up their tracks."

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you to come back so we can watch the show together," Francesca said casually.

After Fran left, Francesca immediately packed her bags.

She muttered softly, "Snowfield is too dangerous. I have to get out of here right away. Safety first."

She suddenly stopped and tilted her head, "Isn't it a bit much to hurt yourself like this..."

She quickly dismissed the thought and continued, "It's me anyway, he definitely won't blame me. Isn't it the right thing to take the bullet for myself?"

"It's a pity we won't be able to witness the exciting scenes that follow... Oh well, safety first."

Francesca quickly left Snowfield with her luggage, using all three Command Spells she had before leaving.

Meanwhile, François, feeling the constraints of the Command Spells, smiled wryly, "Truly, he's got real guts when it comes to taking action."

"You should have left by now... Do you really think I don't know what you're thinking?"

François gently shook his head. "I am you!"

"No!" François paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "You even considered that?"

"Being summoned by yourself is such an interesting thing!"

He skipped and hopped toward Fardius's location, seemingly unconcerned that Francesca had tricked him.

Chapter 49, Section 563: Brainwashed Fans

"Die!!!"

Without a word, Mordred charged towards the other side, like a ferocious lion pouncing on its prey, completely disregarding the artillery fire.

An enraged lion is terrifying, and Mordred is in a similar situation now.

The Caliburn in her hand emitted a dazzling light, and after unleashing her Noble Phantasm, she swept her sword across the field.

The enemy's formation was instantly destroyed; how could a mere physical body withstand the brilliance of Noble Phantasm?

The pressure on Mash's side immediately eased, as Camelot's walls were like an insurmountable barrier, and no attack could cross them.

It stands there, unmoving and unshakable, like an indestructible city, which no one can conquer.

François stood there, showing no intention of leaving as Mordred charged at him.

He gazed at the distant city wall and exclaimed, "So that's how it is! I knew that shield looked familiar."

Fardius was furious and kept directing his troops to try to stop Mordred from getting closer.

This was a highly skilled unit, but it still couldn't withstand the attack of the Heroic Spirit; defeat was only a matter of time.

"Francesca!!!"

At this moment, he knew perfectly well that he had fallen into Francesca's trap again. He didn't even care about François, whose attitude clearly showed that he had no intention of helping them.

His eyes were somewhat dejected; after planning for so long, he had ultimately failed.

I was unwilling to accept it, but I had no choice.

The Heroic Spirit were far more unpredictable than he had imagined.

Mystery remains mystery.

To attempt to control the mysterious is an extremely arrogant idea.

The Third Magic cannot be mastered by the state apparatus alone; Mage of Flowers are beings who transcend the mage realm.

"Did it fail?"

Fardius finally stopped struggling and tried to get his men to flee. He didn't care about them; he just wanted as many as they could go.

He quietly walked to François's side and stood beside him.

"Was all of this planned by you?"

François shook his head slightly and said with a wry smile, "I was tricked by her just like you."

"But isn't it an honor to be able to see that legendary city?"

Fardius looked up and saw how tall Camelot's walls appeared in the night.

"That is..." His knowledge was far inferior to Fran's, and he could not recognize Camelot's walls.

"Camelot!"

François solemnly stated, "An ideal city that people yearn for."

Fardius nodded. Camelot knew, of course, that was the territory of the King of Knights.

He then asked, "You are Francesca's Servant; she should have told you our purpose. Where do you think we went wrong?"

Fardius was unwilling to accept it; decades of planning had come to naught. Anyone would feel the same way.

"Hehe..." François chuckled softly, "From the very beginning."

"From the very beginning?" Fardius pondered the implication of François's words. "So it was wrong from the start?"

"Of course!" François was in a good mood now, and he patiently explained, "Your goal is the Third Magic, isn't it?"

Do you think that's something an ordinary person can master?

"Don't be too arrogant. There are only a handful of people in this world who can step into the realm of gods in human form."

"And True Magic is called True Magic precisely because it is something that humans cannot do."

Fardius nodded slightly. "So Francesca knew all this from the beginning, and she only agreed to my invitation to watch a farce?"

"Because it's fun," François laughed. "She can't help but want to participate in anything that's fun."

"She'll die because she's funny sooner or later." François, of course, knew how he would die.

"I should go." François looked at Mordred, who was now right in front of him. "This rebellious knight will not allow anyone to defile her Father King."

"I don't want her to chop off my head, that would be too lame."

"Good luck!"

As he spoke, François smiled gently at Mordred, and his body slowly dissipated into the air. He chose to return to Hall of Heroes on his own rather than have Mordred send him back.

"Cut!"

Mordred, with Caliburn slung over his shoulder, said irritably, "They ran away? What cowards!"

She glanced at Fardius sideways with disdain. "And you? Why didn't you run away?"

Fardius calmly replied, "I have nowhere to run. Since I have failed, I must bear the consequences of my failure."

"I was prepared for this long ago."

"At least this Holy Grail War wasn't a complete waste, so there's nothing to regret."

Fardius was referring to the assassination of the Mafia boss, which at least removed a scourge from the country.

"Since you have no regrets, you can go and die now."

Mordred raised his sword and killed Fardius with a single strike, then turned and left.

She wouldn't change her mind because of a few words; she'd rather fight a stray cat on the street.

The shelling had stopped, and Mash had put away her Noble Phantasm.

Richard I was still muttering there, "Camelot... Camelot..."

He was lost in thought, with an expression as if he had witnessed a miracle, leaving Sajyou Ayaka speechless.

"Wake up, wake up! It's time to go back!" Sajyou Ayaka nudged Richard I to bring him back to his senses.

Richard I snapped out of his daze and rushed to Mash's side, asking anxiously, "You... who are you?"

The fact that a king would use honorifics when addressing Mash shows just how excited he was.

Mash explained, "This is not my power; it is the power that Sir Galahad lent me."

"I see!" Richard I's gaze shifted to the shield in Mash's hand, his eyes shining brightly.

"Is this the Round Table of the Knights of the Round Table? The Lord of the Lost?"

Mash nodded; this was nothing to hide.

Richard I reached out to touch the shield, but quickly withdrew his hand, as if such a touch were extremely impolite.

His gaze never left the shield, as if he had seen a precious treasure, and he was completely captivated by it.

Sajyou Ayaka said, utterly speechless, "Hey, you're supposed to be a king, have some kingly demeanor, okay? Don't embarrass yourself!"

Richard I shook his head. "It's different... it's different..."

"This is the Round Table! The Round Table of our ancestors!"

Sajyou Ayaka decided to ignore this brainless fan. Whenever King Arthur was involved, Richard I would become unreasonable. After spending time with him, she had gained a considerable understanding of Richard I.

The legendary, towering image of the Lionheart King had long since crumbled in Sajyou Ayaka's mind.

He's a die-hard fan of King Arthur!

A die-hard fan!

Section 564, Chapter Fifty: Each on Their Own Path

When Yuxian and his group returned to the city center, Tinī's people quickly came to greet them.

They were very worried about Tinī's safety, and were relieved to see that Tinī was safe and sound.

After bidding farewell to Yuxian and the others, Tinī left with her clan.

The man in black reported the details to her, including the sudden and inexplicable death of someone.

Tinī pursed her lips and said softly, "I understand."

She was well aware that there were spies around her. Young Tinī was not naive; her maturity far exceeded her age.

She also knew very well that all of this was Gilgamesh's doing, and only her king would do such a thing.

"I will definitely protect this land!"

Tinī told herself this in her heart.

As the patriarch of the Guardians of the Land Clan, this land, where they have lived for thousands of years, is their homeland that they cannot abandon.

Now she has another reason to protect this land.

This was the task the king had given her: to guard the king's courtyard.

"Chieftain..."