Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

Tristan had not expected that there would be a Servant among this group, and an "old acquaintance" he had not seen before at that. As a Knight of the Round Table, he could of course sense what this shield was. But why, why would this person appear before them at this time, and as an enemy...

At this point, because this person had appeared as an enemy, the fact that this old acquaintance had become a woman was not surprising at all. Of course, perhaps it was also due to his "Reversal." Upon seeing this old acquaintance become a young girl, he actually felt a hint of pleasure.

Of course, this sense of pleasure was still a few degrees short of his shock. Watching the giant shield get closer and closer to his face, Tristan raised his arm, preparing to forcibly block it. However, the shield slammed his own arm directly into his face. His cheek twisted rapidly to the side, and the sound of bones cracking immediately followed.

Not only that, but his entire body was twisted to the side, spinning in the air like a fried dough twist for an unknown number of 360-degree turns before falling heavily to the ground. He even skidded a long distance, leaving a bright red trail of blood on the ground. The force of this shield bash was far greater than imagined.

After rolling on the ground twice, Tristan scrambled up and spat out another mouthful of blood. He looked at the young girl before him and took a deep breath. However, in the process, a mouthful of blood gushed back down his throat. This made Tristan's expression change again and again. The refined elegance on his face vanished without a trace. To think that he had made such a fool of himself in front of so many commoners!

Damn it!

"Even Sir Galahad is unforgivable!!"

Tristan got up, his disheveled hair adding a touch of madness to his appearance. Mash, standing before him, raised her guard, but at the same time, she felt a hint of joy in her heart. How should she put it? This was truly an unexpected delight. The knight before her had called out the name of the Heroic Spirit within her body. This meant that soon, with training, she should be able to master a true Noble Phantasm release. At the same time, she would also inherit the memories of this Heroic Spirit. At that time, she would grow into a truly qualified warrior.

But there was also a problem. The Servant before her clearly knew her. This meant that as soon as they fought, he would likely discover that she had not yet mastered her full strength. Furthermore, precisely because he was familiar with her, her fighting style was highly likely to be seen through. But no matter what, what she had to do now was protect her Master, and these people.

Da Vinci, at the side, also directly threw off her cloak. The giant machine, holding a staff, aimed at the surrounding Purge Knights. As a genius among geniuses, Da Vinci's combat ability was not to be underestimated. Although these Purge Knights had been enhanced, they probably still couldn't withstand a punch from Da Vinci's modified gauntlet. See, the giant fist hit the enemy's stomach, and then, BAM!

Tristan drew his longbow, aiming at the crowd before him. While wanting to eliminate this Galahad-turned-girl, he also wanted to kill as many of those who had failed the selection as possible. Although he understood that he should be focusing all his attention on Galahad, due to his own "Reversal" problem, Tristan still wanted to be stained with more blood.

"Mash! Don't hold back! Hit him with the back of the shield!!"

Mash nodded, grabbed her shield, and charged forward directly. She raised the shield and swung it at Tristan. The shield, carrying magical energy, pressed towards Tristan's front. Tristan could only retreat quickly. The shield slammed heavily onto the ground, leaving a giant crater. Mash didn't pause. She kicked the shield, sending it speeding forward and crashing towards Tristan again.

Tristan could only aim at his own feet and quickly loose an arrow imbued with a large amount of magical energy. He used the magical explosion to slightly alter the charging shield's direction, while at the same time dodging in another direction, barely avoiding the shield's impact.

Da Vinci, fighting not far away, sent a Purge Knight flying with a single punch. The staff in her hand then emitted a dazzling light, turning and firing towards Tristan. Tristan could only purse his lips in annoyance and dodge backward again. This time, his attack range was completely devoid of those ordinary people. The outlet for his negative emotions had just been taken away from right under his nose. Annoying! Extremely annoying!

"I'll kill you! Galahad!!"

Such a furious and loud voice naturally reached the ears of Lancelot, who was arriving as reinforcements. For this son, Lancelot was naturally filled with guilt. In his life, Galahad had brought him a final message, warning him of what he would encounter in the future and telling him that the mortal world was not worth it. Yet he, as a father, had still misunderstood and failed to completely understand his son's warning.

Originally, Lancelot had been very happy that Galahad had not descended into this world. With his son's personality, how could he possibly agree with what the current King was doing? In other words, if his son were to descend, it would mean that he was destined to cross swords with him. For this support mission, Lancelot had thought he was mentally prepared enough. But now, it seemed that it wasn't that fate wouldn't come, but that its time hadn't come yet.

"Stop! Sir Tristan... I will deal with Galahad... Huh?!"

Lancelot, with a stern expression, stopped the already-frenzied Tristan. He gently patted Tristan's shoulder, letting him go and pursue those who had failed the selection. With the benefit of venting his emotions before him, Tristan would probably let go of his fight with Galahad. As for whether those civilians could survive, that would be up to fate.

It was just that Lancelot had never expected that when he stood before his own son, he was completely unprepared for the "son" who appeared before him. How should he put it...

The thought of wanting to go back to the distant past, stuff his newborn son back into his mother's womb, and swap him out for a daughter instantly flooded his mind!

Look at that way she half-covered her eyes! Look at that expression after she saw him, clearly tinged with slight disgust and seriousness! It was clearly the same action, clearly the same emotion, so why was it that when it was on a daughter, it didn't stir up the slightest bit of anger in him? You must know, his bad relationship with his son was also partly due to his son's personality.