They were surrounded by walls of Geo energy. The resonance between them sparked violent tremors that battered the bodies of the Fatui agents.
Overhead, wind blades rained down in an unending storm, leaving the Fatui scrambling for cover, barely keeping up.
And the one responsible for all this—Lumine—stood calmly atop the watchtower. Every time a Fatui soldier tried to climb up, ...
2025-06-07 06:15:50 +0000 UTC View PostMorgan was overthinking things.
As a proud red dragon princess, she worried about the intelligence of her offspring.
But what she didn’t know was this: every one of her five so-called “children”—including the one she was currently most satisfied with, Agravain—wanted nothing to do with her.
Witch of Britain. Vengeful sorceress. The woman who brought about Camelot’s do...
2025-06-07 06:14:15 +0000 UTC View PostCitadel, Chapel of Light.
At the grand, solemn entrance to the temple, the knight serving as guide came to a stop.
“Sir Gareth, Sir Agravain, we’ve arrived.”
“Once you enter, take the corridor to the right. Walk about one hundred and fifty steps, and you’ll find Her Highness Morgan’s chambers.”
“I’ll stop here. The King still r...
2025-06-07 06:14:05 +0000 UTC View PostChapel of Light, Side Chamber.
Bluey watched the scene unfold before him with an amused glint in his eye:
Morgan—having just suffered a double failure in both education and experimentation—was radiating resentment, lashing out like a venomous serpent gone berserk. Her sharp tongue spared no one, not even the innocent little white beast that hap...
2025-06-07 06:14:01 +0000 UTC View PostRoyal Palace, Round Table Hall.
After calming the knights' petty squabbles, the King and her knights took their seats to begin a new round of discussion:
The Holy Grail War.
…Which, honestly, wasn’t much of a discussion at all.
Seven Heroic Spirits summoned to fight one another. Once only two remained, the Grail would appear. The la...
2025-06-07 06:13:56 +0000 UTC View PostCitadel was a vast city—very vast.
From the outset, this city built by humans and fae had been designed as a fortress-city capable of housing a hundred thousand people.
Even now, with only about thirty percent of its capacity actually inhabited—by modern standards, it’d be classified as a ghost town—it was undeniable that this marble-white city was the most thriving, vibrant, a...
2025-06-07 06:13:51 +0000 UTC View PostIt was a face that absolutely should not have appeared here.
Inside the Tower, where knights gathered in a sacred place of loyalty and glory—the kind of place where such virtues practically crystallized into light—
This girl didn’t belong.
Even she felt that she didn’t belong here.
“U-Um… I’m… Ma, Mashu…”
“...Mashu Kyrielight...
2025-06-07 06:13:44 +0000 UTC View PostHonestly, Bluey really wanted to say: I have no idea what kind of ritual this is supposed to be.
No—what he really wanted to do was take that Tower and move it. Just relocate it somewhere Artoria would never find it again, and let this entire summoning ritual vanish into oblivion.
But he couldn’t.
Because he knew full well: this so-called "Heroic Spirit S...
2025-06-07 06:13:39 +0000 UTC View PostCitadel
One month after Vortigen's death, Artoria officially launched the reconstruction plan for the citadel.
Since the original buildings had all been reduced to ash by fire, rebuilding proceeded surprisingly smoothly. In less than three months, a true royal capital rose from the white-bleached ruins.
Of course, the credit for this went largely—no...
2025-06-07 06:13:33 +0000 UTC View PostFrom the sky, the white dragon bathed in azure light came crashing down.
He descended directly into the demonic dragon’s lair, engaging the fused White Dragon King of Britain in a clash that was as primal as it was brutal.
“Since you can no longer rule this island—then do us all a favor and die already!”
With a single swipe of his claw—imbue...
2025-06-07 06:13:27 +0000 UTC View PostCamelot.
Streets.
It was just an ordinary day.
As always, no matter how busy she was with affairs of state, the King of this nation would take time to walk the residential quarters, speaking with the common folk of her realm.
And the people, in turn, answered her every question with eagerness.
At the same time, though, their eyes couldn...
2025-06-07 06:13:23 +0000 UTC View Post“[Rhongomyniad] is the key that opens the end of the world.”
Strictly speaking, Scáthach’s description was a bit backward.
It wasn’t that pulling out the holy spear caused the end of the world—rather, it was that when the world was already ending, the spear had to be drawn.
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Artoria had returned to the royal court.
The smile on her face radiated the same calm confidence as always, as if nothing had happened. Her brisk pace and resolute voice continued to uplift the hearts of the newly born kingdom and all who lived within it—Just a little more effort. If we work just a little harder, life will get better!
No—more accurately, life had al...
2025-06-07 06:13:09 +0000 UTC View PostAlbion, the Dragon.
A super-lifeform born alongside the Earth, carrying over 4.6 billion years of biological memory.
“The oldest and most primordial being this planet has ever known!”
Merlin continued his explanation of the ancient true dragon.
And to prove he wasn’t bluffing, he even took Bluey and Artoria directly to Albion’s remains—a massive canyon...
2025-06-07 06:13:04 +0000 UTC View Post“Infiltrate the lair. Gather intelligence.”
It sounded easy when spoken aloud. But in reality, it was anything but.
Their enemy wasn’t some mediocre warlord or backwoods tribal chief. He was the infamous Lesser King, the man who had ruled this island with iron will and terrifying power for over a decade. Even if the Britons reviled him for inviting foreign invaders to secure h...
2025-06-07 06:12:59 +0000 UTC View PostCamelot.
In this kingdom built upon the ideals of noble knighthood, Morgan was a clear outlier.
“Conspiracy.”
That was the word she most often had on her lips.
As a Red Dragon Princess of noble birth—who had seen her homeland fall and tasted the bitterness of war—Morgan had long since learned to assume the worst...
2025-06-07 06:12:54 +0000 UTC View Post“Shishō.”
The moment that word left Bluey’s mouth, the entire meaning of their battle shifted.
Even Scáthach herself didn’t fully understand why that word struck such a nerve—like flipping a switch that summoned a second persona.
Seriousness.
A level of seriousness she had never shown before. Even more so than when clashing with her mortal enemies. 2025-06-07 06:12:49 +0000 UTC View Post
The next three months were what could only be described as Artoria’s overdrive period.
Just as that flower-toting magus had once said:
“When you destroy an old world, you don’t get a new one right away. What you get is a broken, dysfunctional ruin of the old.”
And really, for anyone else—no, even the wisest of kings in history—being sudden...
2025-06-07 06:12:44 +0000 UTC View Post[Fairy].
This was the concept Bluey had extracted from the holy sword [Arondight – The Unfading Light of the Lake]—a symbol of all that is beautiful and fantastical in the world.
Like moonlight shimmering over a still lake at night, radiating brilliance in perfect silence.
Thus, the white dragon cloaked in that light had taken on ...
2025-06-07 06:12:38 +0000 UTC View PostThe girl with the curved blade darted through the grey mist.
She moved fast—because she had to. The flickering white glow around her body was already starting to fade. She didn’t even know if she could last another second.
But still, she charged forward without hesitation, straight toward an enemy she had no chance of defeating.
No—even getting close to...
2025-06-07 06:12:28 +0000 UTC View PostA gray aura seeped up from the ground, slowly spreading across the battlefield.
It was the presence of “death,” the kind of aura that all living things instinctively feared.
And yet, there was something distinctly different about this deathly mist compared to the one Bluey had seen above that island.
Both shared a sense of decay and finality, yes—but th...
2025-06-07 06:12:20 +0000 UTC View PostThough they usually joked and bickered, giving someone a piggyback ride was… a bit too intimate.
Without warning, Jiang Bai stood and hoisted Hu Tao onto his back, catching her completely off guard.
“Tomorrow’s your birthday, Director. Can’t have the birthday girl worn out. This one’s on me—I should’ve found the place earlier. Would’ve saved us all this rush...
2025-06-07 06:11:43 +0000 UTC View PostJiang Bai didn’t rush to open the chest. Instead, he sat down right where he was and quietly watched the sunset.
The setting sun glowed like molten gold, and the evening clouds layered themselves like a painting.
Here, above the clouds—at the very peak of the world—the view was nothing short of breathtaking.
All his effort had been worth it. This birthday gift w...
2025-06-07 06:11:38 +0000 UTC View PostAfter Shenhe left, Jiang Bai returned to the group of frozen Treasure Hoarders. He couldn’t help but feel a little curious.
The men were clearly still conscious, even in their icy state. Their eyes followed Jiang Bai nervously, blinking as he moved.
They couldn’t speak, nor could they cry for help—only their pitiful expressions remained, silently begging Jiang Bai for mercy. 2025-06-07 06:11:33 +0000 UTC View Post
At those words, a bead of nonexistent sweat trickled down Jiang Bai’s temple.
How does he look like someone here to avenge the Treasure Hoarders? Did his handsome face really scream “villain”?
It was only now that he got a good look at the person in front of him.
As fair as peach blossoms, cold as frost—the phrase fit her perfectly.
Her ethereal...
2025-06-07 06:11:21 +0000 UTC View PostThe mountain winds of Liyue were cool and refreshing. Jiang Bai walked along the cliffs of Jueyun Karst, still racking his brain over what to give Hu Tao for her birthday.
There were less than three days left until her birthday, and he still hadn’t made up his mind.
Buying something from a shop felt too impersonal. But making something himself? With his lack of skill, anything he ...
2025-06-07 06:11:14 +0000 UTC View PostDinner was curry rice.
Again with the curry?! You’ve got to be kidding me! I’m gonna puke!
But this was one of the only two dishes Kobayashi Mika could reliably cook—the other being hot pot, which required even less effort.
So for the past six months, Kuroba Akira had lived almost exclusively on curry, hot pot, and the occasional unholy fusion of curry hot pot. ...
2025-06-04 07:17:03 +0000 UTC View PostShiginomiya Shion lowered her head, letting her neat bangs hide her expression in an attempt to mask her embarrassment.
Honestly, she had already anticipated the misunderstanding. A teenage boy bringing home a girl his age—it was bound to look like they were dating.
What she hadn’t expected was for Mika to be so blunt—just flat-out assuming Akira had brought her home ...
2025-06-04 07:16:58 +0000 UTC View Post“…Pervert.”
Shiginomiya Shion clutched her right hand to her chest with her left, her cheeks tinged a light pink from embarrassment. Hidden beneath her dark hair, the tips of her ears had turned bright red.
She might have been able to keep her expression composed, but the involuntary flush from her emotions was harder to conceal.
So she took a deep breath, trying her bes...
2025-06-04 07:16:53 +0000 UTC View PostOkay, maybe that was a bit of an overreaction.
If [Academic Ability A] had made Kuroba Akira feel like he’d overdosed on Oripathy and entered some hyper-logical trance, then losing that buff didn’t exactly turn him into a vegetable—it just dropped him back to his original state.
But once you’ve tasted the clarity of a sharp mind, going back to mediocrity was...
2025-06-04 07:16:40 +0000 UTC View Post