Reborn in Type-Moon, My Sister is Aoko Aozaki

[Your sister Artoria holds you as you sleep for a night.]

[Although you don't know the specific principle behind it, you do indeed feel that your sister's spirits have improved a great deal the next day, which makes you feel considerably more at ease.]

[However, this sense of ease does not last long, as you and your sister Artoria throw yourselves back into military affairs.]

[After all, besides Camelot, Vortigern now only has two remaining strongholds. Seizing the moment while the soldiers' morale is still high from their recent victory, Agravain suggests attacking at once to prevent any unforeseen changes.]

[After discussing it with Merlin, your sister agrees with Agravain's opinion. And so, the war that all of Britain is silently watching begins.]

[Following the usual arrangements, you and Gawain act as your sister Artoria's guards, responsible for protecting her on the battlefield while also storming enemy fortifications. Your brother Kay is also transferred to the front lines this time, responsible for leading another army to coordinate with your attack.]

[Under the strategy devised by Agravain, you launch a particularly swift attack on the enemy army, catching them completely off guard.]

[But to your surprise, the enemy garrison this time is more tenacious than any you have encountered before. It even seems they have proactively abandoned their other stronghold to concentrate the vast majority of their forces on this battle line.]

[Agravain finds this abnormal move somewhat strange, but with no other discoveries for the time being, he can only advise you to continue the attack and strive to take this stronghold as quickly as possible.]

[You, Gawain, and your sister Artoria fight bravely on the battlefield, slaying countless enemies.]

[But even so, the enemy forces continue to spring up like wildfire, halting your advance.]

[Just then, the weather changes abruptly. Before long, a torrential downpour comes from the sky, making the already difficult terrain of the battlefield even more muddy and slick, instantly slowing down your army's advance considerably.]

[With no other choice, to avoid unnecessary casualties, your sister Artoria can only order the army to temporarily retreat and regroup.]

[And that stronghold, which has resisted your long assault, even with its walls already stained with blood, still shows no signs of its gates being breached.]

[In the main tent of the military camp, you begin to discuss what is going on with the current situation.]

[Merlin seems to have thought of something, but he immediately dismisses it, muttering to himself, seemingly unable to be certain of his own idea.]

[And Agravain, after observing the current situation, directly states that with the current weather, it has become somewhat impossible to take that stronghold today.]

[He reminds you to prepare for a battle of attrition. After all, after this stronghold, all that remains is the enemy's main base. The enemy army has already decided to go all-in. And as long as this war is won, then your main enemy will only be the Usurper King, Vortigern, himself.]

[However, you don't know if it's your imagination, but you have a very bad feeling in your heart. But with no basis for this feeling, you cannot be certain, and not wanting to cause others more worry, you temporarily suppress these thoughts.]

[But for the next three days, the downpour still does not cease.]

[As if wanting to wash away the traces of war left on this land, the abundant rain cleanses the bloodstains on the battlefield. Your army, in order to achieve victory as soon as possible, has no choice but to launch attack after attack under such weather conditions.]

[Fortunately, although the battlefield environment has become more severe, your attacks are not without results.]

[Agravain estimates that the morale of the garrison inside the city should begin to decline in at most two more days, and that will be the moment you achieve victory.]

[Sure enough, after two more days of continuous attacks, the fortress of the enemy stronghold is finally breached by your grand army.]

[And just at that moment, the heavy rain stops, like a horn sounding the charge.]

[Your sister Artoria leads the charge, rushing into the enemy camp first. However, she does not expect that a dozen or so mages have long been stationed deep within the enemy camp. The moment your sister steps into the inner fortress, that group of mages immediately launches an attack on her.]

[Fortunately, you, who are following closely behind, manage to return all of their attacks just before their magic can touch your sister.]

[At the same time, you and the subsequently arrived Gawain assist your sister Artoria from the left and right, cutting down the enemy forces within the fortress until they are in full retreat. But even so, they still resist with their lives.]

[It is only when you cut off a corner of the fortress battlement with a single sword strike, completely stunning these enemies, that they finally drop their weapons and choose to surrender.]

[You have finally successfully captured this stronghold. All the soldiers begin to cheer and celebrate, feeling that their attacks these past few days and all their sacrifices have not been in vain.]

[Your sister Artoria stands at the highest point of the fortress, raising the Holy Sword of the Stars in her hand to boost the soldiers' morale.]

[However, just as everyone, following the usual custom, is preparing to shout the name "King Arthur"...]

[A dull sound suddenly comes from the horizon.]

[It is neither the sound of wind, nor the sound of thunder, but seems to be the roar of some giant creature, spilling its rage across the entire sky.]

[At this moment, you suddenly feel that something has been "peeled away" from the land beneath your feet.]

[But before you can react, a great roar and a fierce wind from the sky cause the surrounding people to let out one terrified cry after another.]

[You can catch one word from the soldiers' terrified voices.]

["—Dragon."]

A fierce wind howled, and the atmosphere trembled.

A massive dragon with cold-white scales descended from the sky, breathing flames.

Its huge wings, like a shadow that blotted out the sun, cast over everyone's heads. Before the crowd could even see clearly what it was, the scorching dragon flame had already burned them to ash.

"My King!" x2

Aozaki Rin and Gawain shouted at the same time, one after the other, but the boy's speed was still a fraction faster than Gawain's. Before the words had even fully left his mouth, his body had already shot out like a projectile, tackling Artoria, who had nearly been grazed by the dragon flame.

"That's... the White Dragon?"

Her own heart began to pound crazily as if meeting its destiny. After coming back to her senses, Artoria looked at the natural disaster that had suddenly descended upon the battlefield, her face growing heavy.

"My King, Lord En, are you two alright!?"

Gawain quickly ran to their side and helped them up. Holding his holy sword, he watched as one after another of his own soldiers perished under the White Dragon's flames on the battlefield, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on his sword hilt.

"...It's Vortigern. I don't know why he's turned into the dragon you're seeing, but... that should be Vortigern."

Although he could not see the situation outside, Aozaki Rin could still feel a familiar, massive magical energy and some kind of enormous object circling in the sky.

And what's more, from that White Dragon, he could feel the presence of something with a particularly high concentration of magical energy.

"That's actually Vortigern!?"

Gawain was somewhat in disbelief. He had always thought that Vortigern's title of "White Dragon" was just because he possessed power like that of a white dragon; he had never expected that he could actually transform into such a form.

Artoria, at his side, did not speak. She tightly gripped the Holy Sword of the Stars, silently watching the White Dragon, which seemed to have finished its intimidating attack and was now slowly descending onto a hill in the distance.

The giant dragon stood upon the hill, unfurling its wings, which were like dark clouds.

Its golden dragon eyes swept across the battlefield, finally stopping on the golden-haired "youth" in the rustling blue cloak at the top of the fortress castle.

The two of them, separated by a great distance, looked at each other from afar.

And then...

The White Dragon slowly raised the Holy Lance in its hand, which was like a storm itself, and thrust it forward!

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