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Chapter 61: Come Forth! Excalibur!!!
🕑 Added 2025-05-21 09:51:15 +0000 UTC"You've finally returned!" When Arthur and Artoria reappeared, Gilgamesh wasn't very happy—because the two of them were holding hands. This made Gilgamesh feel as though something of hers had been stolen.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."
"It's alright. Was Berserker dealt with?"
"Yes. Now, all that's left is that thing."
Arthur looked at the sea monster before them. Its massive body had regenerated. It seemed he really should use his trump card!
"Indeed, I should use my trump card weapon as well!"
"What! You have another trump card?!"
Diarmuid was very surprised. This King Arthur had so many hidden cards. Artoria, on the other hand, looked at Arthur.
"Are you going to use Excalibur?"
"Of course. What else?"
Watching the two still chatting, Iskandar curiously asked the two before him, "Can that Noble Phantasm kill that damn monster in one hit?"
"Of course!"
Arthur nodded, and waves of magical energy appeared in his hand.
"In that case, Artoria, will you do it or shall I?"
"You should do it. My magical energy might be a bit low." Artoria glanced at the little magical energy remaining in her body. The battle with Lancelot had depleted most of it—not enough to use an Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm even once.
"But, Arthur... calling you that feels really awkward."
"It wouldn't be awkward if you called me 'darling'," Arthur teased. Artoria just rolled her eyes at him—how could she use such a cloying term?
"Alright, stop fooling around. You must annihilate it! I will absolutely not forgive it!"
A firm conviction filled Artoria's eyes. If she had to choose the most hated person in this Holy Grail War, it would definitely be that detestable Gilles.
"His actions are an insult to knighthood!"
"In that case, let's do it together."
Arthur grasped Artoria's hand and placed it on the hilt of Excalibur.
"Our victory rests on you two King Arthurs!" Diarmuid also looked at them.
Grasping the hilt of Arthur's Excalibur, a strong feeling welled up in Artoria's heart. Arthur, too, began pouring magical energy into it.
"I promise everyone, I will bring victory with this sword!" Arthur declared to the others behind him.
The raging wind slowly calmed. In Arthur's hand, Excalibur finally appeared before everyone's eyes—its radiance so powerful it nearly illuminated the entire night sky!
"This... is King Arthur's..."
Diarmuid witnessed Arthur's Excalibur with his own eyes! Unlike Artoria's, the magical energy fluctuations from this sword were even more awe-inspiring.
Seeing this sword was like knowing that true light would surely illuminate darkness. This holy light brought an extreme sense of peace from within.
That's right—this was Arthur's Knightly Light!
This was the brilliance that still sang of knights' glory, even after enduring battlefields filled with death and a world like an endless dark hell! This was the light that all knights believed in from the bottom of their hearts!
"Too terrifying!"
Waver looked at the sword in fear—the magical energy fluctuations were simply overwhelming.
"Haha, is this your power? Then let this king see just what your trump card is!" Gilgamesh watched from above, intensely curious about just how powerful this force was.
Arthur faced the sea monster, which continued to lunge at him. Yet, he had never taken it seriously.
"Such bright light?!"
The sea monster could only struggle with its enormous body, its only recourse being to let out strange cries in an attempt to make Arthur retreat.
Now was the time!
The power of light was incomparably radiant. Noble Phantasm—Excalibur! True Name Release!!
Light was gathering.
It seemed as though illuminating this dark world was his most important task. Light continuously condensed, forming a dazzling beam. Under its brilliance, everyone was shocked into silence.
The figure of a knight who had illuminated battles even more terrifying than all darkness.
Undying for ten long years, undefeated in a full twelve battles. This achievement was unparalleled in the world, this glory praised by ten thousand people—transcending the world and everlasting.
This dazzling sword of light was the crystallization of the lifelong pursuit and yearning of all warriors who had perished on the battlefield throughout history—a prayer called "glory."
Honoring the upholding of this will, making the implementation of this belief righteousness, the King of Knights now loudly chanted the true name of the miracle in her hand.
Its name is—
"EXCALIBUR!!!"
Excalibur
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Humanity Noble Phantasm
Excalibur—the shining holy sword that saves the planet.
It is the form of the holy sword with thirteen of its seals released. It possesses the power to destroy a planet, but due to magical energy constraints, Arthur can only unleash the power of eight seals (Artoria's Excalibur is equivalent to six seals). However, its power can even directly destroy laws!
Light was boiling.
Light was roaring.
The magical energy, accelerated by Arthur's power and freed from its restraints, transformed into a flash of light. This torrent burst forth, stirring countless whirlpools as it swallowed the sea monster and the darkness together.
In the seawater that instantly evaporated, every molecule of the monstrous entity—the embodiment of terror—was exposed to the scorching impact. The sea monster let out a miserable scream.
But Caster, who was within the still-burning monstrosity and had long forgotten his own existence, merely watched this moment of annihilation in silence—as if his mind and body had been completely overtaken by the dazzling radiance.
"......"
Yes, though he had descended into madness, he had never forgotten that memory.
In the past, hadn't he also pursued this light as a glorious knight?
That deeply ingrained sentiment brought Marshal Gilles de Rais back to the distant past.
It was the most radiant light—the light of Saint Joan of Arc.
Yes, that's right... it was the light before his eyes.
He could still recall it clearly now. Even in this moment, after losing all conscience and committing countless heinous acts, the memory of that day had not faded—still deeply engraved in his heart.
Even if the end was all darkness and depravity, even if he had been cursed by ten thousand people... that former light could not be forgotten, could not be slandered, and was still kept in his heart.
Something that neither gods nor mortals could tarnish or insult...
A tear streaked down his cheek. Gilles de Rais was dazed.
What exactly was he confused about? What had he lost?
If he simply reflected on his past story and admitted his mistakes... wouldn't that be enough?
"I... should..."
Before this unheard murmur could be uttered, the brilliant light sent him to another world.
Caster Gilles de Rais—Defeated!!!
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