“Me?”
Yevenko paused, lost in thought for a moment.
Himeko’s meaning was obvious. She wanted both Astral Express trains to act together. In her heart, there was probably a sense of mission.
Restore the glory of the Path of Trailblaze. An unquestionable duty!
Granted, the two Astral Expresses now were a far cry from when Akivili still lived, but even so—this was a...
2025-06-15 08:31:49 +0000 UTC View PostThis was not a fair fight.
It was a hopeless struggle to the death.
Siegfried—the hero famed for slaying dragons with his own flesh and blood—knew this better than anyone.
There’s no winning this.
It’s impossible to win.
His enemies were Servants summoned by the Holy Grail, granted nearly limitless magical energy.
While he was just a...
2025-06-14 09:34:02 +0000 UTC View PostRoughly three kilometers from Lyon, Martha—disguised as a paladin—met up with the Mad Lancer and Mad Assassin.
“You’re late!”
The Lancer, shrouded in madness, had lost all his usual elegance. His eyes were cold as he glared at the paladin, who clearly had a dragon yet insisted on walking the entire way. Reason told him something was off, but the next instant, the madness i...
2025-06-14 09:33:57 +0000 UTC View PostArtoria came up with a “role reversal” plan.
But, truthfully, this idea wasn’t original to her.
Her Knights of the Round Table loved disguising themselves as one another—or sometimes creating entirely new identities to challenge powerful foes.
—The most famous case was Gareth, who, thanks to a ring that allowed her to transform, once hid her identity to duel Gawain...
2025-06-14 09:33:50 +0000 UTC View PostArtoria believed that Jeanne Alter must be redeemed.
Without a doubt, this was her "heart of honor" stirring restlessly again.
As a knight of noble spirit, nothing unsettled her more than seeing a hero fall into villainy—especially after learning of Jeanne’s deeds, and the disgraceful betrayal she’d suffered at the hands of traitors.
“If even earthly justice cannot rig...
2025-06-14 09:33:44 +0000 UTC View PostAt last, my comrades have arrived.
I am your Master—Jeanne d’Arc Alter!
Destruction and slaughter—that is my command to you.
If there is a thriving street, lay it to waste.
If there is a living, vibrant village, trample it underfoot.
No matter how evil, no matter how cruel—
God will forgive you...
2025-06-14 09:33:39 +0000 UTC View Post“Well then, everyone, until we meet again.”
After Mashu, the bodies of the Round Table knights also turned to shimmering motes of light, returning to their seats among the Heroic Spirits.
Artoria waved goodbye to them.
There wasn’t much sadness on her face. She understood the bond she shared with her knights. That promise of “meeting again” was no empty comfort—whe...
2025-06-14 09:33:27 +0000 UTC View PostThe battle was over.
The white dragon, soaring from the source of time itself, swept away the despair and rage that had engulfed the island, returning it to tranquility.
—The calm before death.
“Sorry, but… could we have a little more time?”
The extra white wings faded away, and the beautiful [Blue-Eyes Abyss Dragon] slowly returned to h...
2025-06-14 09:33:21 +0000 UTC View PostA god once made a covenant with the King.
An everlasting vow.
Artoria Pendragon.
As long as you remain this country’s king, as long as you wish to be its king—then I will uphold your ideal kingdom for you. I promise you: as long as your noble domain stands, the ruin and devastation of the world’s end shall never come.
That voice, steady and resolu...
2025-06-14 09:33:17 +0000 UTC View PostHigh above, Bluey hovered in the sky, gazing down at the three islands below, surrounded by the vast sea, his eyes tinged with melancholy.
They’re so small now.
Or maybe, he thought, it’s just that I’ve grown too large.
Bluey looked at the dozen or so Knights of the Round Table standing on the land far below, now no bigger than ants in his eyes...
2025-06-14 09:33:13 +0000 UTC View PostWhite Chalk Castle
Hall of Light
After a long absence, Morgan had returned once more.
But today, she wasn’t wearing her usual magician’s robe. Instead, she had changed into a simple, elegant blue gown—an outfit that softened her appearance considerably, giving her a touch of freshness and natural grace.
“Did you dig out your childh...
2025-06-14 09:33:09 +0000 UTC View PostIt was an unremarkable figure.
Small and slight, she sat at the very end of the Round Table—so delicate that most people overlooked her entirely.
But in that same moment, her presence felt as immense as a mountain.
She rarely spoke; even when she did, her voice was soft.
Yet every word she uttered now resounded like thunder.
“Your Majesty, all this chaos was ca...
2025-06-14 09:32:53 +0000 UTC View PostAsk the voice in my heart?
Does he mean the Heroic Spirit dwelling inside me?
Bluey’s suggestion caught Mashu off guard.
She was different from the others.
As the only “Heroic Spirit” summoned to this era in the guise of an ordinary girl, there was something very special residing within her.
Of course, Mashu herself was well aware of this. 2025-06-14 09:32:48 +0000 UTC View Post
Those were leisurely days.
And, for this island, they were the last truly peaceful days it would ever see.
The Knights of the Round Table—heroes who stood at the pinnacle of humanity—proved to the world that their legends were no mere fable.
Gawain, “the King’s Right Arm,” lived up to his loyalty and valor. In just a month, he led ten campaigns against the Picts, ach...
2025-06-14 09:32:43 +0000 UTC View PostChalk City
Hall of Light
Yesterday, the temple was full of bustle and laughter, but today it had suddenly fallen silent.
No one came to disturb. No one came to pray. No one even showed up to shout “get out!”—
“So boring.”
Wenna sprawled lazily across a stone table in the garden, sunbathing, her fingers tapping a crisp, aiml...
2025-06-14 09:32:31 +0000 UTC View PostThis really was a grand contest.
But instead of fighting to prove who was the strongest, it was a competition to see who was the weakest.
With the unspoken rule that no one wanted to be paired with Morgan, these knights—who could battle monsters with their bare hands—put on a show of astonishing incompetence in the hall.
The Knight of the Sun’s sword wobbled in ...
2025-06-14 09:32:27 +0000 UTC View Post[Beast].
The full title is “Beast of Original Sin,” also called Humanity’s Evil. These are calamities that threaten humanity’s existence—cataclysms capable of destroying all of human history.
There are seven deadly sins, and so there are seven Beasts of Original Sin—but their identities are never fixed, and the “principles” they embody are never quit...
2025-06-14 09:32:22 +0000 UTC View PostChalk City
Outside
Deserted Plain
Bluey and Artoria stood together beneath the open sky.
Looking back, the distant silhouette of Chalk City was already nearly swallowed by the horizon. Overhead, dark clouds suddenly swept in, blotting out the moonlight and starlight that had been so clear a moment ago.
The world fell abruptly into darkn...
2025-06-14 09:32:17 +0000 UTC View PostRoyal Palace
Banquet Hall
The moment Morgan entered the lively room, her face completely unreadable despite her tardiness, the banquet was officially underway.
—This was a true banquet, in every sense of the word.
Never mind how the royalty of other nations might entertain their honored guests. As far as Artoria was concerned, t...
2025-06-14 09:32:11 +0000 UTC View PostAgravain was ready to take his own life.
In that moment, there was no doubt—he was in pain. For a true knight, this was far from a death of honor.
Yet he could see no other way.
He was caught between perfect ideals and cruel reality—the will of the planet had summoned him here to “correct” this twisted history, but to him, and to all the Knights of the Round Table, thi...
2025-06-14 09:32:07 +0000 UTC View PostGuinevere’s arrival brought a sudden burst of liveliness to the once-quiet garden.
There was a special charm about her. On the surface, she seemed every bit the calm and elegant princess archetype, yet wherever she went, a light and effortless joy seemed to follow.
In truth, that was one of the key reasons she became the “Queen.”
Guinevere’s presence infused new vi...
2025-06-14 09:32:01 +0000 UTC View PostAsakura Rinto could, to some extent, manipulate the power of his Persona even in the real world.
Of course, that wasn’t something he’d ever told anyone.
Kamoshida’s wrist had absolutely swollen from Rinto’s grip—he still felt the pain.
But visually, Rinto had subtly interfered with everyone’s perception.
No one could see the mark anymore.
As the musc...
2025-06-14 09:31:02 +0000 UTC View Post…Things hadn’t been going well for Kamoshida lately.
The biggest problem? That busty, long-legged mixed-race girl he’d been chasing for an entire year—Takamaki Ann—was still giving him the cold shoulder. She wouldn’t even glance at him, the so-called charming teacher.
It was rare for him to get this obsessed with a high schooler. He’d even lost interest in the...
2025-06-14 09:30:58 +0000 UTC View PostThe rest of the school’s opening events went just about how Asakura Rinto expected.
Aside from the squat, round principal—who looked like a bloated gourd and gave an annoyingly long speech—everything else was fine.
At the end, Shujin’s student council president came onstage to give her address.
She was a third-year girl with a neat bob cut.
Her appearance was sha...
2025-06-14 09:30:53 +0000 UTC View Post“By the way, I really owe you one. If you hadn’t recommended that clinic doctor to me, Shiho might not have gotten help in time.”
After the initial excitement had passed, Takamaki Ann lowered her crossed long legs and bowed her head seriously to Asakura Rinto.
She was talking about the drugstore incident. Back then, Rinto had introduced them to a private clinic doctor who coul...
2025-06-14 09:30:49 +0000 UTC View PostIf they weren’t in public, the twins would’ve tiptoed up and kissed Asakura Rinto on the face without hesitation.
The two were already stunning—delicate features and small faces, like they belonged center stage in an idol group. Truly eye-catching.
Wearing those sleek black school uniforms made their tall, slender frames look even more elegant and mature.
Especially thos...
2025-06-14 09:30:44 +0000 UTC View Post“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Waaaahhh!”
The moment Suma’s loud sobbing echoed through the corridor, a few geisha who weren’t entertaining customers rushed over, lifting both her and Shirou up from the floor.
“Don’t cry. You’re lucky it was Shirou-san you bumped into. If it had been a real guest, the okā-san would’ve thrown a fit.”
One of the geisha...
2025-06-14 09:30:39 +0000 UTC View Post“You really can eat. Don’t they feed you properly at Tokijiro House?”
Watching Kaori juggle her growing collection of snacks and bags, Shirou couldn’t help breaking into a sweat. He’d never seen anyone with such a voracious appetite. If not for the fact that he’d saved up quite a bit over the last month, he wasn’t sure he could have afforded her rampage today.
“Mmph,...
2025-06-14 09:30:34 +0000 UTC View Post“Eek! That tickles!”
Shirou flinched—someone had poked him in the side.
He turned and looked down. A young girl in a brightly colored kimono stood beside him, looking no older than ten. One hand held a skewer of candied hawthorn, while the other, like a wind-up toy, kept jabbing a finger at his waist.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
Shirou twisted away, dodging the ...
2025-06-14 09:30:30 +0000 UTC View Post"Table 13—Tempura!"
"Table 27—Soba noodles!"
One call after another rang out from the restaurant floor.
Beads of sweat slid down Shirou’s brow.
Inside the kitchen, his figure moved swiftly and constantly—focused, tireless, and busy.
“Shirou, ever since you showed up, our business has been booming!”
After the lunch rush ended, the portly shop owner...
2025-06-14 09:30:25 +0000 UTC View Post