Chapter 1614 - 1113: ...Is It Him? (2)

"Could it be enemy reinforcements?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka turned his gaze to Altoria beside him.

Altoria remained silent, gazing at the fire blazing on the plains, lost in thought.

Looking at this group who had recently joined the Round Table army, and whose fate was intertwined with the future of Fairy Country Britain, Pasival’s expression relaxed slightly before he spoke to answer everyone’s questions.

"We still don’t know what’s happening over there. It doesn’t look like the Queen sent reinforcements to attack us; rather, it seems there’s some issue."

Upon hearing Pasival’s words, Da Vinci manipulated her mechanical backpack, which extended a telescope to her face.

"There seems to be some problem." Da Vinci said in surprise while observing the Queen’s military camp through the telescope: "The Queen’s camp is on fire, and it’s a fierce blaze. Not only were all the tents ignited, but many fairies and black dogs were also blown away."

"With the scale of this explosion, it’s likely the Queen’s camp will be completely destroyed."

Upon hearing this, everyone’s spirits rose.

"There really was an explosion?" Alberon said in surprise: "Could it be that Gawain...no, has Bagster gone berserk?"

As the curse of the black dog ravaging the entire Fairy Country, Bagster, though alongside Woodworth in lineage, was different from the inherently revered Woodworth and was rejected by many fairies of the Tusk Clan.

The so-called black dog in Fairy Country Britain is a creature that both fairies and Mors alike regard as food to devour. It’s more shunned, hated, and feared than ordinary Mors.

Bagster was born able to control black dogs, and like them, she could grow stronger by consuming other fairies’ magic power and even their flesh.

At times, she would succumb to her instincts and desires, treating mighty warriors as nourishment to strengthen herself.

In other words, Bagster indeed devoured humans, perceived as a cursed Catastrophe Dog, a tabooed existence by others.

Had it not been for her strength, comparable to Tusk Clan’s patriarch Woodworth, and her success in subjugating the "Catastrophe," earning merit for Fairy Country Britain, fairies wouldn’t have obeyed her and served her.

Upon becoming a Elf Knight under Morgan, bestowed a title, territory, and the name of a Round Table Knight, Bagster transformed into Gawain, limiting her power, yet also eliminating the risk of losing control.

Unless like last time in Camelot’s palace, where she broke off her horn using her Noble Phantasm to forcibly enter a regression state, her strength expanding with her size, under the state of Elf Knight Gawain, Bagster generally wouldn’t risk losing control and going berserk.

However, Bagster had now forsaken Gawain’s name, reclaiming her true name and true power, becoming stronger but increasing the risk of going berserk, potentially transforming into a voracious dog to devour everything in sight.

Because of this, Altoria and others were chased around Britain by Bagster leading the Queen’s army until they sought refuge with the Round Table army at Lentinien.

This demonstrates how troublesome Bagster was after reclaiming her true name, even with Altoria and Chaldea’s current power, ensuring victory over her remains difficult.

Especially given Bagster’s ability to consume magic power of those opposing her, this trait highly restrains Altoria, who is a magician, and Fujimaru Ritsuka, who is a master.

Were it not for Pasival’s "spear," posing significant threat to Bagster, she would have already led the Queen’s army to breakthrough this desolate capital for mass slaughter.

Now, upon learning of the sudden explosion and fire at the Queen’s camp, not only Alberon but everyone familiar with Bagster’s traits immediately considered the possibility of her going berserk.

However, Da Vinci’s next words denied this possibility.

"I seem to see Bagster, she’s wielding a black flame magic sword, engaging in combat with someone." Da Vinci said in a shocked tone: "It seems it’s not Bagster losing control but an intruder appearing in the Queen’s camp."

This statement surprised everyone.

"An intruder?" Matthew exclaimed: "Is there really someone attacking the Queen’s camp at this time?"

"Is it our ally?" Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately asked: "Could it be like Tristan, a lone Servant?"

If it is a lone Servant, it undoubtedly is advantageous.

Because, this way, they could try to rescue the other party and bring them into their alliance.

Fujimaru Ritsuka is undoubtedly an expert in recruiting Servants.

Even the two fairy girls showed some anticipation.

"A Servant capable of fighting Bagster?"

"Indeed, we must strive to recruit such power!"

The girl wielding the knight’s lance and the young fairy girl spoke one after the other.

"Servant..."

Only Pasival, unfamiliar with the concept of Servants, displayed a bewildered expression.

As for Altoria and Alberon, they frowned.

"Is there really a Servant capable of dueling that creature alone?" Alberon murmured to himself: "Could it be the legendary Crown Servant?"

Altoria still didn’t speak.

It’s not that she didn’t want to speak, but rather upon seeing the fire on the plains, an inexplicable feeling stirred within her.

Striking five Pilgrimage Bells continuously not only bestowed Altoria with immense power but also heightened her spirit sense as both a fairy and magician.

In such circumstances, Altoria sensed...

"That firelight seems familiar..."

It wasn’t the volatile high temperature of the blaze from Elf Knight Gawain’s Flame Sword, nor was it the black flame released by the cursed dog Bagster that seemed capable of devouring everything.

It was a firelight capable of purifying evil, expelling cold, and bringing hope.

Indeed, like the sun.

For a moment, Altoria seemed back to that day when she first left Tintagel Village.

At that time, facing the incoming attack from Woodworth and Tusk Clan, aiming to assassinate the prophecized child, she was sheltered by such firelight.

In a world dreaming full of malice, at the end of the storm enough to crush her, she’d seen that firelight, even the sun emitting such radiance.

"...Is it him?"

Altoria’s intuition told her that perhaps the man who had promised to find her might finally have returned.

With that thought...

"Altoria!"

"What?"

Amid everyone’s exclamations, Altoria unexpectedly jumped down from the city wall, running toward the firelight.

"Fool!"

"What’s she doing?"

"Come back!"

Alberon, Da Vinci, Fujimaru Ritsuka, and others called out in succession, but Altoria did not turn back.

Altoria merely clenched the chosen staff in her hand tightly, her previously calm and mature face showing rare excitement once more.

"Boom!!!"

On the other side of the plains, firelight soared into the sky once more.

There, two people who had gained greater strength were recklessly unleashing their power, clashing black-blade and magic-sword in the firelight.