Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

Mordred, of course, had her own little schemes. She only agreed to fight the Goddess Rhongomyniad alongside Morgan and the others. If, in the end, the goddess reverted back to King Arthur, then Mordred would naturally stop helping the resistance and might even turn around and attack them. Mordred's intentions were not hidden in the slightest, and Morgan, of course, could read them.

At least for now, everyone's goal was the same. As for later, if that goddess truly reverted back to King Arthur, and if the one who returned was truly the Artoria they knew, then she would surely make the most correct choice. If, after regaining Artoria's consciousness, she still made the wrong choice, then she, as the older sister and the Ruler, would have to deliver the final severance. At worst, it would just mean destroying the Round Table Knights one more time. Although she didn't want to be confident in this regard, Morgan had to admit that whether by accident or by design, destroying the Round Table was indeed what she was best at.

"Very well. Your word is enough."

Morgan stood up and then gently snapped her fingers. The shackles on Mordred's limbs instantly broke. "You'd best not overuse your Noble Phantasm too frequently. The collar on your neck and the shackles on your limbs can only barely suppress your berserk state. If you erupt too much, no one will be able to save you then."

Then, Morgan sent out her familiar. Since they had already decided to launch an all-out attack while the enemy's trap was not yet fully prepared, it was out of the question not to call upon the archer from the mountain village.

By her count, for this assault, they had a Magus (Morgan), a Berserker (Mordred), an Archer (Arash), Assassins (Cursed Arm and Hundred Faces), and a Warrior (Gareth), plus a multi-class player (Aslan), and a powerful "summoned beast" (Melusine). If they just had a healer, they would have truly assembled a full-class party.

Morgan didn't know that there was also a specialist attacker against the Goddess Rhongomyniad, Bedivere. Looking at it this way, the feeling of a group coming together to fight a final boss was becoming more and more apparent. After all, Aslan, the multi-class player, could also provide a certain degree of rapid healing for everyone through the effects of his Spear of Destiny. If this lineup were placed in an adventure game, it would absolutely be the number one hero party for conquering a demon king. In this Singularity, that goddess probably looked no different from a demon king in everyone's eyes.

At the same time as Morgan's side was making their move, in a certain temple, a tall figure slowly opened its eyes. Blue flames seemed to burn within them. The abyss of death that existed here had already sensed the arrival of the fated one. Although there was a faint feeling that the development of events was different from what was originally expected, it didn't matter. All he had to do was observe, to confirm if the fated one was worthy of his help. At the same time, he also had to confirm the performance of the Hassans in this catastrophe. If any Hassan performed poorly, or fell short of the ideals and standards of a Hassan, then he would have to make a move and take that Hassan's head.

Yes, the fated one had already descended. In a group being led towards the Holy City of New Camelot, the refugees, draped in tattered cloaks, stumbled along, looking extremely reluctant. After all, who would want to go to their death? At the very front of this group was a prisoner wagon, made of a special metal structure. In the cage of the wagon, Serenity lay on the metal floor, her body covered in numerous wounds. Though not fatal, these wounds were enough to leave her in a weakened state.

"What do we do? I don't want to die... should we run?" one of the refugees, his face filled with fear, constantly muttered in a low voice, seeming to wait for someone else's response to bolster his own courage. If enough people responded, he might actually put his words into action.

However, another refugee, though his face also bore an expression of fear, seemed a bit more rational. "If you want to die now, don't drag us down with you. Can you beat those warriors who are twice our size? Not to mention that red-haired devil."

Among this group of terrified refugees, three people seemed slightly out of place. Because compared to fear, the emotion of these three was more one of confusion. If one were to observe carefully, they would find that the skin of these three, underneath their tattered cloaks, was much fairer than the others.

"Hello, we've come from another region. We're not too clear on why the Holy Selection you speak of is equivalent to being sent to your death." A young girl with pink hair and violet eyes quietly asked the other refugees around her. Faced with the girl's question, although the man was a bit confused as to why there were still people who didn't know the truth of the Holy Selection, he still patiently explained a few things.

Another orange-haired girl standing behind her frowned, turning her gaze to the eldest of the trio. "Da Vinci-chan, what do you think? Should we leave now, or follow these people to see the Holy Selection first?"

The last person of the trio lifted her head from under her cloak, revealing a face similar to the Mona Lisa. "From the existing intelligence, our enemy this time should be that so-called Lion King, without a doubt. Also, compared to before, the Servants in this Singularity who could be called allies seem to be stronger than we imagined. Let's tentatively call them allies for now."

Originally, they had been prepared to fight alone with few allies. But they hadn't expected there to be such a clear friendly force opposing that Lion King. Of course, to say that this friendly force posed no threat at all would be inappropriate. After all, thinking back to the North American campaign, both opposing forces ended up being targets that Chaldea needed to correct. Hopefully, this time would be different.

"From the current look of things, the Lion King is confirmed to be the opponent we must deal with. Since that's the case, we can't let the forces hostile to the Lion King be weakened arbitrarily. That captured Servant should belong to the resistance, right? We can follow this main group for now and see if we can rescue these people and that Servant. What do you think, Ritsuka?"

Da Vinci analyzed rationally. At the same time, she said this because she was, of course, confident that she could ensure the safety of Ritsuka and Mash in any unforeseen circumstances.

The orange-haired girl nodded, silently hiding herself in the group. At the same time, no one noticed that at some point, an old man in a black robe, holding a staff, had appeared in the group.