Crazy Britain:They’re All Raising Me

Wait, what the hell?

Why is Fairy Lancelot here?

Wasn't this version of the Fairy Kingdom supposed to differ from the original events of Chapter 2.6? Wasn't Fairy Lancelot supposed to have a poor relationship with Aurora?

If they really were close, then why did Fairy Lancelot never once interfere despite all the times Guinevere killed Aurora?

What's going on here?

No, to be fair, Guinevere had always kept in mind the possibility of Fairy Lancelot showing up out of nowhere to ambush them—but… why the hell is Woodworth here too?!

Staring at Woodworth, who had blocked the stairway leading downward the moment he arrived, Guinevere felt his blood run cold.

"Baobhan Sith, can you use your Water Mirror magic?" Guinevere asked in a low voice.

"There's no time! We'd be dead several times over before I could finish the incantation," Baobhan Sith replied through gritted teeth. "And even then, my Water Mirror spell can still only teleport myself."

"Alright then," Guinevere turned to Artoria. "How long will the teleportation scroll take to activate?"

Fighting was out of the question. Their opponents were practically the most stacked team in the entire Fairy Kingdom—one ruled the skies, the other the land. It didn't take a genius to know they didn't stand a chance.

In that case, their only hope was to rely on Dorarya's miraculous items.

"I already set up the marks beforehand, but… to activate it instantly, it'll take ten seconds," Artoria said, biting her lip.

[Custom Magic Item: Teleportation Scroll]

[Rarity: ?]

A lucky magical creation from a certain gacha addict, this scroll allows for instantaneous teleportation to a preset location. Once marks are placed on intended targets within a 2-meter radius, activating the spell will teleport them all together.

Since Baobhan Sith's Water Mirror spell still lacked the materials necessary for group transport, this scroll was their only viable means of escape. Fortunately, thanks to Guinevere's earlier warning, Artoria had already placed the teleportation markers before they ascended to the top of the Grand Cathedral. All that was left was to activate it and get the hell out.

That said, against opponents like Fairy Lancelot and Woodworth, ten seconds was going to feel like an eternity.

But—not impossible.

"Stop them!" Lancelot barked.

Even though she hadn't heard Guinevere's whispered instructions, it didn't take a genius to realize something was off when the group huddled and Artoria began charging a spell. Both Lancelot and Woodworth instantly rushed toward her.

"Oberon, guard Artoria! Baobhan Sith, you're with me—we hold them off!" Guinevere shouted.

"Got it!" Baobhan Sith nodded. She immediately flung out her arm, summoning a red crystal orb that floated at her side. From it, torrents of blood began to pour forth.

This was one of the magical artifacts Artoria had pulled from her gacha spree:

[Custom Magic Item: Viewing Orb]

[Rarity: ?]

Created by a tireless mage through sheer grind and obsession, this orb captures and stores a specific location in time, where all activity remains frozen. Highly effective for storage purposes—though live organisms stored within will die immediately.

Upon seeing the item, Baobhan Sith had quickly come up with an idea—who says a sea of blood couldn't be considered a "scenery"?

And so, after pestering Artoria into handing it over, she claimed it as her offensive tool.

Some of Aurora's remaining soldiers attempted to rush in, but with a mere gesture from Baobhan Sith, blood burst from beneath their skin and flew into the orb's conjured blood sea, killing them instantly.

Now that her Noble Phantasm, "Demon of Blood," had evolved, she could manipulate the blood of enemies with low magical resistance with terrifying precision.

Of course, this sort of parlor trick wouldn't work on the likes of Woodworth or Fairy Lancelot. Against elite fairies like them, only a straight-up brawl would suffice.

She beckoned with one hand, and the blood flowing from the orb surged like a crimson tide, roaring toward Woodworth, while Guinevere charged at Fairy Lancelot.

"Tch, what a pain. What am I, your babysitter?" Woodworth muttered, clearly annoyed.

With a sudden roar, the overwhelming aura of a top-tier fairy descended like a storm. The tide of blood, now a towering wave, shattered into mist beneath the force of his voice alone.

But just as he moved in for a follow-up, a shield burst from the blood and came crashing toward him.

"Trickery!" he sneered, swatting it aside with one hand. He lunged forward, his blackened hand reaching for Baobhan Sith's neck, intending to knock her out cold.

But instead of dodging, Baobhan Sith charged straight at him, one hand reaching to meet his in what looked like a contest of strength.

—Was she stupid?

That was Woodworth's first thought.

But before he could scoff, an overwhelming force surged through her palm—nearly matching his own. Caught off guard, he stumbled backward.

"What the—"

Before he could recover, Baobhan Sith summoned a spear made entirely of blood and thrust it toward his chest.

The spear struck—only to pierce just barely beneath his skin, unable to dig further.

"Not bad. You're no longer the frail little girl from before," Woodworth said, eyeing her with interest.

"Now you're starting to look like a proper heir to Her Majesty… But if you think this little trick is enough to bring me down—how naïve—"

He never finished the sentence.

With a sickening squelch, pain exploded in his chest.

He looked down in disbelief—a shield had snuck behind him and embedded itself in his torso, slicing through his seemingly invincible body. Its edge now jutted out from his front, nearly cutting him in two.

This was Guinevere's upgraded Shield Throw technique—elevated to B-rank specialization.

While Woodworth's physical resilience was certainly formidable, Guinevere's technique now included Noble-Grade True Damage—completely bypassing flesh-based defenses when it struck an unguarded spot.

Of course, that wasn't all it could do.

Aurora, watching nearby, saw everything: after Woodworth batted the shield away, it didn't simply drop—it curved around like a boomerang and struck from behind.

It was ridiculous—almost like gun kata.

"H-how is that… possible…"

Staggering back, clutching the embedded shield, Woodworth was vulnerable.

Baobhan Sith seized the chance. With a tug, she recalled the blood-marked shield using her control over the residual blood on it, inflicting another wound as it tore free—and flung it straight back toward Guinevere.

At the same time, her spear transformed into a battle axe, which she swung down at Woodworth's gaping wound.

Whoosh!

Without even turning around, Guinevere heard the familiar whistle of air. He reached back and caught the returning shield mid-stride.

After a month of intense team battles, his coordination with the others—especially Baobhan Sith, the team's secondary DPS—was seamless.

Then, with a spin and a roar, Guinevere hurled the shield at Fairy Lancelot.

"SEYA!"

As expected, Lancelot effortlessly dodged using her Twin Blade Dance—but before she could counterattack, Guinevere snapped his fingers.

The unstable mana embedded within the shield, powered by the Hunter Rune: Powder Keg, detonated in a fiery blast, engulfing her in flames.

A second later, a gleaming sword cleaved through the flames—Lancelot reappeared, sword raised, poised to strike.

She lunged at Guinevere with the opening move of Waterfowl Dance.

"Damn it."

Guinevere cursed and yanked the cord at his chest, triggering his demon transformation just in time.

Countless slashes descended in an instant, riddling his body with wounds. Had he hesitated even a second longer, he would've been minced meat before he could transform.

Oddly though, Lancelot felt something as her blades landed—each strike grew harder and harder, as if her blades were cutting into increasingly denser material. By the final strike, it felt like she was hitting diamond.

"What's going on?"

Meanwhile, as Guinevere desperately defended, a system prompt finally rang in his ears.

[Ding! You are now in a heavily wounded state. Skill "Valor in Desperation" has activated: All attributes increased by 1 level.]

[You've gained new insight into Supreme Technique: My Style.]

"—Zornhau!"

Guinevere roared as his greatsword ignited in searing flame. A projection of holy fire shimmered along its edge. Lightning crackled down the blade as Rune: Overload activated.

In the next moment, Lancelot's flowing sword dance—normally uninterrupted—was cleaved apart by a single, overwhelming strike.

She immediately pivoted, abandoning the Waterfowl Dance and switching to her "SEYA" Slash. Her blade grazed his shoulder as she passed.

But before she could launch the follow-up, Guinevere slammed his flaming greatsword into the ground. Flames and lightning erupted skyward, the shockwave blasting Lancelot backward.

Guinevere didn't pursue. Instead, he shouted:

"Artoria! Are we good?!"

"Ready!" Artoria replied. "Everyone to me—we can teleport now!"

Guinevere nodded, sprinting back to her side in three long strides.

"Don't think you can just run!" came a roar.

From the opposite end of the battlefield, the clash between Woodworth and Baobhan Sith had ended. He now emerged, holding her by the neck, his wounds rapidly healing.

She'd been caught in the blink of an eye.

And yet—Baobhan Sith wasn't panicking. Instead, she sneered at him.

"Underestimating people? Isn't that what you're doing?"

Before Woodworth could react, her entire body dissolved into a pool of blood and slipped through his fingers, streaming toward Artoria. She reformed within the teleportation range moments later.

She even gestured, calling back Guinevere's shield—still coated in blood. It zipped through the air and landed neatly in his hand.

Then, a beam of blue light burst skyward.

By the time Lancelot lunged back into the fray, the group had already vanished.

"Tch…"

Melusine clenched her teeth.

"Still not enough… If I want to protect Uther… I need more power."