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Chapter 69 - Chapter I Wound of the Divine

Part 1

The region of Brittany in France had a long history with England.

The original inhabitants of Britain, the Celts, had lost their homeland to the

Anglo-Saxon invasion. Around the fifth century, part of the Celts living in

Cornwall crossed the channel to settle in the westernmost peninsula of

France.

People on the continent called them "Britons" which is where the name of

the Brittany peninsula originated.

Furthermore, the most legitimate of divine ancestors also had her

stronghold secluded here.

The Witch Queen Guinevere.

Her appearance was like a classic western doll with exquisite facial

features of a beautiful ten-odd-year-old girl. Clad around her slender body

was a black dress reminiscent of funeral attire.

The current location was deep within a forest, protected by a magical

barrier.

Somewhere in there was a little lake, with lush woodland along the water's

edge, adding a sense of greenery.

Guinevere stood proudly on the lake shore, her sky-blue eyes of sapphire

gazing at the surface of the lake.

"Sir Knight... Guinevere believes without a doubt."

The figure of a knight in white armor could be seen on the surface, but he

was not underwater.

This was simply a two dimensional existence projected as an image onto

the lake surface which acted as a screen.

"Sure enough, our lord the 'King of the End' lies dormant in Japan — the

far east. This is the only remaining possibility."

(—Oh? And the basis for that is?)

The knight on the water surface replied using a "voice" that ordinary

humans could not hear.

His name was Lancelot du Lac. Also known as the Knight of the Lake.

As the guardian of witches at the pinnacles of heaven and earth, he was

the war god protecting the divine ancestors.

"Intel left behind by my kin Asherah. That country once rounded up the

ancient tribe and concealed them. With the hero god Susanoo as their

leader, the special ability users who moved with him to the Netherworld

have been suppressing [Heretic Steel]."

Guinevere explained in detail.

"Even the Great Sage Equaling Heaven was put to use through the Great

Wizardry of the Dragon and Snake's Seal... I had become suspicious ever

since I learned of its existence. Unless something important was being

concealed, there was no need to undertake such a monumental

operation."

(Come to think of it, that was the place you visited earlier.)

Lancelot's "voice" replied softly.

He was not a typical [Heretic God]. As an underling whose mission was

guarding the Witch Queen, he was just a [God's Shadow] maintained on

earth.

"Yes. Due to the possibility of the sealed Great Sage Equaling Heaven

being the 'King of the End' — in order to ascertain if he was truly the

master we anticipate, I attempted some stratagems."

(However, that monkey king turns out to be a divinity quite different from

our master.)

"Yes, it is regrettable that we know even less than those ancient fellows in

this regard. Which is why Guinevere stayed a while on that island to

investigate, based on clues the deceased Asherah obtained from the

Kuhoudzuka family."

The Kuhoudzuka was one of the Four Families leading the Japanese

wizardry world, inheriting and adhering to ancient precepts. They were

assigned to various direct-controlled shrines and monasteries in Japan,

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taking on important duties like at the Saitenguu in Nikkou."However, I discovered that out of all the shrines, there was one where

they were responsible for some unknown mission, so I decided to pay a

visit."

(Hmm, if it is unknown then one can conclude it is "something deliberately

concealed," right?)

"Precisely. Guinevere was lucky enough to succeed in spirit vision, and

that shrine turns out to be where the secrets of our dormant master lay. If

we can unravel this mystery, then the King who manifests at the end of

eras will descend once more...!"

Guinevere spoke as if in a trance.

It must have been a good many decades since she was last reborn? All

this time, she had been seeking the legendary hero king.

"I wonder if the key to the mystery lies in the lost memories of Guinevere

the goddess... However, divine ancestors lose their previous life's

memories after being reborn. Even Sir Knight who once served master

does not know his location — correction, does not wish to know."

Hence, the key to unraveling the mystery was lost.

As Guinevere sighed, the white knight suddenly interrupted.

(Hoho, this Knight's only wish is to gallop across the fields, brandishing the

lance, treasuring the ladies, and protect this way of life. Everything else is

trivial and none of my concern. These are the reasons why this Knight has

become slow and cowardly.)

Without a shred of hesitation or doubt.

Galloping like the wind, swinging the sword like thunder. These were the

traits of the war god Lancelot.

(If the comrade-in-arms is slain on the battlefield, why not just mourn his

death with the raising of swords and the singing of dirges, is that not

enough?)

A soldier through and through, only living on the battlefield.

With this as his personal philosophy, the war god commented with

indifference.

(My apologies. If this Knight was not someone like this, the mystery would

have been cleared up sooner.)

"No, Sir Knight is the most important one apart from the strongest of

[Steel]. Do not be concerned. Rather than this, please direct your attention

to greater things."

Guinevere gazed sincerely at the divine knight reflected on the surface of

the water.

She put her arms together and pleaded in earnest, begging:

"I entrust you with everything, Sir Knight. Not as my shadow but as my

guardian deity, [Heretic Lancelot], I beseech you to manifest."

(—You realize this is a path of no return?)

"Now that the place where master sleeps has essentially been identified, it

would be wrong not to take a gamble. I cannot repeat the mistake of losing

to Alexandre Gascoigne six years ago."

Guinevere's previous stronghold was not located in this forest.

The Fairy Realm — was the forest of fairies that connected to the place

known as the Netherworld to humans or the Boundary of Life and

Immortality as called by gods.

The adventurous story of the Black Prince who discovered and

successfully invaded that holy sanctum —

Stood as a painful memory of defeat to Guinevere.

"Due to falling into the Black Prince's trap, the energy of the land we stored

in the Magic Holy Grail... We lost the majority of it. The life force of the

great earth mother goddess that we spent all our efforts gathering to offer

to our master!"

Guinevere once offered to hand over the Magic Holy Grail to Alec.

However, she actually had no intention of following through. As the true

legitimate successor to the Holy Grail, she could simply summon it back

any time by thought even if she temporarily gave it away.

It was rather contemptible for Alec to see through that and attempt to take

it by force.

"If Sir Knight had been able to use your full power at that time, then the

Black Prince would have met his just deserts, and we would have been

able to protect the Grail properly."

(The spell that sustains this Knight as your guardian... If that were to be

lifted...)

It was unprecedented for gods to descend to the earth for the sake of

protecting a particular person.

What made this possible was thanks to the spell cast on Lancelot by a

certain goddess. This was Guinevere's previous incarnation — the great

mother earth goddess who assisted the King of the End in ancient times

and created the Holy Grail together.

However, there was an arbitrary restraint. Lancelot could only manifest for

short periods of time when the Divine Ancestor was in crisis.

(If this Knight were to become a [Heretic God], acting freely and going

berserk, even forgetting the original mission of protection in the frenzy of

battle is very likely... Do you really wish to take such a risk?)

"Yes, that island country's Kusanagi Godou-sama is a person so

outstanding that even Her Eminence Luo Hao holds him in high regard. He

has even roped in the great John Pluto Smith from across the Pacific

Ocean. If we were to start an incident, there will definitely be interference

from them. It is unavoidable."

Six years ago, Guinevere had failed to understand the true nature of

Campiones.

Now she knew. Devil King Campiones were like glowing embers that

erupted into flame at the slightest touch. Even if operations were

undertaken in secret, Campiones would still be able to see through them.

Devil Kings were like lights that attracted moths in the way they discerned

their mortal enemies the gods.

Completely outrageous. They were the illegitimate children of the fool,

killing and challenging gods that transcended humans.

One could only prepare against them by considering the possibility of the

improbable happening.

(In that case, girl, polish the divine blade left behind by the master, and

make it this Knight's divine artifact!)

"Sir Knight... That... To wake the Divine Sword of Salvation requires

obtaining steel that tears apart heaven and earth, causing the stars to

crash. You really want that?"

Guinevere suddenly raised her head in response to Lancelot's suggestion.

(—Yes. Despite the lack of divine powers of prescience, this Knight can

clearly smell the battle approaching in the near future. For that, this Knight

requires a new weapon. Something like that is the bare minimum!)

The helmet's visor obscured the white knight's face, but Guinevere did not

need to see it.

She was certain the war god Lancelot must be smiling, greatly delighted

with the premonition of battle.

"Yes... Yes! Guinevere will joyfully polish the sword for Sir Knight! Spirits of

the earth who accepted my blessing! Offer up the Witch Queen's treasure!"

As Guinevere waved her hand at the ground, the surface was split open.

Two items broke through the earth to appear.

One was a massive urn made of gold, standing at the height of a child's.

The other was a very long double-edged sword, but extremely worn and

corroded, full of rust.

Though the two items came from the earth, neither of them were soiled by

dirt.

The large urn was the divine artifact known as the [Magic Holy Grail].

The other was the steel of the King of the End's sword. These can be

thought of as his relics and avatars. Ever since the hero disappeared from

the surface of the earth, his beloved sword also lost its luster and was left

behind in the ground in its decrepit state.

Part 2

Half a month had passed —

On the plains of Thrace extending from southwestern Bulgaria.

The suburbs of some city was visible from this place, a land full of beautiful

plains. Beneath the majestic Balkan mountain range, this open country

stretched far and wide, covered by plains and farmland.

Guinevere was using flight magic to descend upon this land. In the middle

of this vast plain, a hole had been dug in order to bury the master's

decrepit sword.

"O Steel of the King, I beseech you to awaken from this long slumber!"

Guinevere chanted a song of spell words to carry out the current task.

The sword was buried in the earth... All this was done to wake up the steel

known as Excalibur in King Arthur's legends.

"More dazzling than gold, more pristine than silver, that is what you are.

Born from the ashes of the dragon's skeleton is the dragon-slaying steel.

That is what you are!"

A long broad sword that once shone with brilliant white luster.

Its length approaching 100cm, this double-edged blade was actually quite

thick, with a structure similar to a woodcutter's chopper. However, it was

now worn out and corroded without any luster, only covered by rust.

This divine sword and the earth shared deep roots, and was thus buried in

the depths of the land. Now, the essence of the earth was being channeled

into the blade for the sake of restoring its lost power.

"The stars, the sun and the moon shall lose their brightness before you! All

treasures shall lose their value before you! So please, I beseech you to

awaken! Please let the girl who is your maidservant see the light once

more!"

There was a reason for selecting this location to revive the divine blade.

The awakened steel was going to be wielded by Heretic Lancelot. Hence,

choosing to awaken the sword on land with deep ties to him facilitated the

forging of bonds between souls.

"Divine Sword of Salvation, steel amongst steel, the Witch Queen

beseeches your divine self to revive!"

Finishing her chant, Guinevere raised her hand.

Lightning descended upon where the ancient sword was buried. In the next

instant, a short platinum-colored blade was suddenly thrust out.

The length of the cutting edge was about 50cm or so. This shrunken size

was the reborn form of the decrepit divine sword.

Guinevere breathed out in relief.

"Please come and have a look, Sir Knight. Guinevere has finally

succeeded!"

"Succeeded... A word thou shouldst not use lightly. At the same time,

yonder sharp blade is not something one can ignore, having witnessed that

thing!"

The one who responded was an unexpected intruder.

Guinevere's face was full of shock as soon as she noticed the owner of the

voice.

"Your divine self has graced this land with your presence... Pray allow

Guinevere to offer her salutations."

Clutching the hem of her black dress like a noblewoman's curtsy, she

bowed her head.

Trying to suppress her panic as she greeted elegantly, Guinevere

appeared composed but was being eroded by anxiety from within. She

never expected this goddess to return here!

Despite her appearance of a young girl, the goddess' slender body fully

carried the solemn presence of a matriarch deity. As the great mother of

the earth, the queen of darkness, and the sky goddess of wisdom, she was

the tripartite goddess.

Her name was Athena.

The goddess from Greek mythology who had manifested as a [Heretic

God] a while ago.

The divinity of the ancient earth mother goddess had been retrieved

together with the mystic treasure, the Gorgoneion. Apparently, she had

battled Kusanagi Godou in Japan a few months earlier...

"For the past few days, one sensed an unusual spiritual presence

overflowing in this old land of Thrace."

Athena spoke softly like the whistling of the wind.

With silver hair as if the moon had melted into it, she was in the form of an

adorable ten-odd-year-old beauty, wearing modest garments in the style of

ancient Greece.

Facing such a girl, it would take a fool to mistake her for a harmless child.

Pulsating with power that could not be concealed, one would naturally

realize she was no ordinary person even if it was unclear whether she was

a god or not.

"One expressly came, suspicious of a premonition of calamity... One never

expected that man's maidservant to be polishing the steel of taboo!"

The flames of wrath flickered in the child-like eyes of the goddess.

"Knowest thy shame, kin of the past. Ever since the forgone age of the

myths, the descendants of we matriarchs have been irreconcilable

enemies with steel that slays dragons and snakes. In spite of that, dost

thou wish to sully thy hands with the filth of yonder blade. O far thou hast

fallen!"

"Pray heed my words, Goddess Athena, your divine self is severely

mistaken. Ever since the forgone age of the myths, we daughters of the

earth have always been bound to the fate of serving the heroes of [Steel].

Though there are times when dragons and snakes turned their fangs

against them, those occasions only lasted as ephemeral dreams."

Compared to a real goddess, the Witch Queen was just an insignificant

existence.

However, Guinevere held her head high and pleaded to Athena.

"We are the 'Hero's Attendants' who serve brave warriors. Even the

legends designated the goddess Athena as the beloved daughter of Zeus,

the chief deity of Greek mythology. If your divine self truly believes this to

be erroneous please do point out corrections."

"—O what sharp tongue thou hast."

Athena narrowed her eyes and stared down at Guinevere

unceremoniously.

"The maidservants of that man were all paragons of loyalty. No matter

what age we speak of, they are still worthy of respect!"

The divine ancestor's objections seemed to have gradually calmed the

goddess' anger.

Athena was also a goddess of war in Greek mythology. Did she not have a

personality that viewed with favor those who risked their lives in battle?

Guinevere bowed her head and answered with reverence.

With a lofty stance, the goddess nodded at her childish posture.

"Very well, witch. One shall not pursue this matter for now. However, as

mentioned just now, the blinding brilliance one witnessed... What is that

steel?"

Athena cast her gaze upon the white blade thrust out of the ground.

"As the goddess of wisdom, one recognizeth that steel. That man's avatar

the 'Divine Sword of Salvation,' the blade born from his remains, is it not?"

Amazing — Guinevere was thoroughly impressed with Athena's eyes of

wisdom.

To discern the divine blade's origins from a single glance.

"Infused with new life... Though one doth not believe it can be used very

long, it will serve its purpose well enough. However, this relic must be ye

sole remaining trump card... If ye shall use it without reservation..."

Guinevere saw Athena's eyes turn into those of a snake's.

"Discovered eh?"

Athena glared with evil eyes, as befitted her identity as the goddess of

snakes —

Guinevere's body remained completely motionless. With the fate of life and

death held firmly in the grasp of the supreme goddess, her body was

petrified with fear.

"Thou hast discovered that man? Found the tomb of the sleeping king of

salvation who manifesteth whenever the end draws near for the earth?

Where? Where doth that fellow lie dormant?"

"East... The far east, Japan..."

Guinevere whispered softly as she panted for air.

The goddess finally displayed true solemnity.

Sure enough, it was still impossible to resist. Guinevere felt absolute terror

from her innermost depths, and could only pray with all her heart.

Come save me, Sir Knight! Lancelot du Lac!

"Yonder island? One visited that place recently but did not sense that

fellow's presence at all... Perchance it was very skillfully concealed?"

The snake-eyed Athena's murmurs were heard.

Alas, it was a voice like the freezing wind. Simply hearing it was enough to

make the body tremble and lose all strength.

"Thou knowest, maidservant?"

Guinevere shuddered in fear.

She could feel the murderous intent seeping from Athena's solemn voice.

"One's mortal rival, that god-slayer inhabits yonder island. That man — will

be the first to be targeted with the awakening of the hero whose fate is to

bury all devil kings. For the nearby Kusanagi Godou, inevitable it must be.

Nonetheless, it is one's final wish to serve defeat to that brat..."

Athena's pubescent face had never shown this sort of tempting or

seductive aura.

As the goddess' flirtatious gaze focused on her, all Guinevere could think

was how to solve the current crisis!

"One hath been waiting for Kusanagi Godou to mature as a warrior. Before

that time arrives, it would be quite inappropriate to let that man awaken. In

that case, one shall bury thee here, plucking this young sapling..."

The snake eyes were infused with a golden brilliance.

There was not an instant left to hesitate! So, make haste!

"Pray accept these apologies, goddess of snakes."

Boom! The sound of thunder and the apology descended from the

heavens at the same time.

"That girl is this Knight's beloved child. Killing her is not permitted."

Dark clouds suddenly filled the sky, and a flash of white lightning

descended — no.

Rather, enveloped by white lightning and riding a white horse was the

knight in white armor, Lancelot du Lac! He proceeded to launch the barbed

lance in his hands.

This attack turned into lightning once again, approaching Athena.

"Guh...!? Lightning and horse — the most primitive [Steel]!?"

Athena instantly distanced herself from Guinevere, jumping backwards.

The attack from the sky was evaded. However, in the instant before it

struck the ground, the lance took a right-angled turn and continued

forwards, flying towards the escaping Athena.

"Guh—!"

The lance of lightning embedded itself deeply into her left shoulder,

distorting the goddess' face with pain.

"As the goddess of wisdom, could your sacred eyes not discern this

Knight's true name... As a matter of courtesy, let this Knight announce his

name. Lancelot du Lac. The Knight of the Lake as known by others."

Leading thunder and his white steed into battle, the war god descended

upon the earth as he declared.

Part 3

"Sir Knight! Guinevere has always believed in Sir Knight!"

Lancelot simply nodded at her emotional cries of gratitude.

Turning his gaze towards Athena, he suddenly spoke.

"This Knight apologizes sincerely for the rude act of pointing a lance at an

unarmed opponent like you without even a sword. However, this was done

for the sake of protecting this Knight's beloved child. Pray grant your

forgiveness."

"Fu — Even if forgiveness is withheld, that lance still continueth to attack."

Athena smiled despite her heavy injuries.

"One had almost forgotten, the mighty name of one called the [Steel] of

mist and thunder. Rumored to have become the retainer of that man, it

must be you!"

Athena was the goddess of wisdom and war, as well as the earth, the

darkness and the sky.

However, was it because of the goddess' heavily weighted warrior aspect?

The injured Athena displayed an exotic kind of beauty, full of imposing

dominance. Being bathed in fresh blood simply contributed to her glamor

like heavy makeup.

Lancelot felt like uttering the word "beautiful" in praise and admiration.

"Worryest not. Even if challenged by the lance, one shall respond with

force. 'Twould be better to say, a little girl who knows not of battlefield

etiquette would be truly shameful. Ultimately, Athena is the heavenly child

of death and war!"

Athena suddenly grew in height, turning from a pubescent girl into a young

woman of seventeen or eighteen years of age. With maturity came a sense

of lively beauty and dynamic vigor. The beautiful girl's appearance and

powers evolved all at once.

The shoulder wound healed itself, closing up and stopping the bleeding.

Like a grim reaper's iconic weapon, a scythe with a long shaft manifested

in her right hand. Its blade was jet black. Embodying darkness and the

earth — this was the weapon of the queen ruler of the subterranean

underworld.

"Now then, comest with everything thou hast, Lancelot du Lac!"

"Much appreciated. This Knight expresses the greatest respect towards

your courage."

Lancelot respectfully replied atop his horse.

Even though she had grown taller, Athena was still at a height which

required looking up to him. She laughed fearlessly.

"...But war god, one knoweth. Surely thou art not complete right now, yes?"

"Oh? Very clever of you."

The process of undertaking Excalibur's rebirth and cancelling the

guardian's spell started half a month ago.

However, Lancelot had yet to be revived in any complete sense of the

word.

"One's wisdom informeth, thou art neither a [Proper God] nor a [Heretic

God]. Staying long term in this intermediate state, thy body hath yet to

accustom itself to this world. In short, thou spendst the majority of thy time

with a dazed consciousness, is that not so?"

Lancelot slowly nodded in response to the goddess' question.

"Admittedly so. For the sake of injecting vigor into this Knight's exhausted

body, one must dive into thunderclouds every day to be struck by lightning.

Without this, the body's link to the earth feels like it is separating. Thanks

to you, this Knight no longer needs to wander around aimlessly."

Even while confessing his weakness, the knight remained relaxed and

easygoing.

"On the other hand, well, there is no cause for worry. This Knight has

proffered his utmost respect and thus will battle you to the bitter end,

concluding with nothing but death itself!"

Faced with a duel to the death, completely and utterly dauntless.

As if seeing off blades of grass floating away on water currents without a

care in the world.

"This Knight shall go full speed at maximum power to defeat Athena.

Please understand that battle is what this Knight has long sought over

thousands of days and nights, for this is Lancelot's style. Turning into

madly blowing wind, becoming dashing galloping lightning, crushing

enemies in an instant. Indeed, that is this Knight's way."

"Ha—! Well said. Should that be the case, one shall respond with

everything as well!"

Athena took a giant leap.

This was a humongous leap that no bipedal creature could have taken

naturally. In a single bound, she closed the 100m distance between her

and Lancelot mounted on his white horse. She flew as elegantly as a white

bird with feathered wings.

"O Earth, knowest one's determination! O Darkness, understandest one's

rising emotion! As one along the matriarch's lineage, Athena hereby

judgeth this follower of steel as the archenemy!"

The adorable voice was shouting spells words loudly.

Boom boom boom boom boom— With a terrifying sound that chilled one to

the bone, the ground began to rumble.

Earthquake. The skies also began to darken, or rather, darkness was

spreading out. Somehow, the broad plains of Thrace were suddenly

plunged from daylight into a shroud of darkness.

"This Knight's lord... This hand defiles your divine remains, pray grant your

absolution."

Lancelot quietly muttered as he calmly rode his white steed upon the

shaking earth. Flying towards the sky, the divine horse and rider were

completely unfazed by threats on the level of earthquakes.

"Tearing apart the ancient earth, penetrating the skies, Divine Sword that

brings stars crashing down, now is the time for your return, to the hand of

the Knight of the Lake, once again sounding the horns of war!"

From atop his mount, Lancelot extended his hand towards the white blade

embedded in the shaking ground.

Guinevere had awakened the new Excalibur. Immediately, the 50cm white

blade left the ground's surface, flying towards Lancelot's hand!

"Mystic powers of the Oak, lend your strength to Sir Knight!"

Guinevere immediately used magic.

An oaken shaft suddenly manifested on the summoned white blade, and

proceeded to be held in Lancelot's right hand. The combination of the

blade and the long shaft was truly like a [Lance].

Divine Lance Excalibur was born.

"The earth collapseth, the ground spliteth open, behold the goddess'

violent song of destruction!"

As Athena began to chant, the ground beneath Lancelot and the divine

horse collapsed.

The earthquake attacking the vast plains became even more intense,

creating cracks in the ground. At the same time, black snakes flew out from

the raised ground, numbering in hundreds. Lancelot and his beloved horse

were entangled and swept down by the snakes baring their fangs, trying to

drag them into the earth.

"O Winds of mist, blow forth."

Upon his mount, Lancelot chanted.

Mist began to flow out from all around him. Furthermore, the knight and the

divine horse's material bodies lost color and form.

The mist burst forth continuously, becoming thicker and thicker. It was like

the dense fog that hangs over lakes, with a visibility of less than 5m.

"...Sir Knight, may fortune accompany your battle!"

Using flight magic, Guinevere fled for safety.

Seeing her off, Lancelot who had turned into mist, muttered:

"The Goddess Athena... a dangerous and formidable foe."

The authority of turning into mist was part of his immortality as [Steel].

Mist cannot be struck. Mist cannot be cut. However, Athena was the ruler

of the underworld. She held the highest authority over everything related to

death and immortality. It was only natural for her to be knowledgeable in

the methods of sending immortal [Steel] to its grave — But there was a

catch.

"However, encountering this Knight is truly your misfortune. This Knight is

the galloping invincible divine sword that tramples innumerable dragons

and snakes. Even Athena, or rather, precisely because you are Athena,

defeat is inevitable."

He was currently displaying the martial arts of the sword which he had

attained to the highest perfection.

This was the shocking strike of the ultimate dragonslayer. To Athena, this

was a deadly weapon akin to a natural predator due to dragons and

snakes being the violent incarnations of the great mother earth goddess.

Lancelot and the divine horse flew up in the form of mist, materializing in

midair.

They flew into the thundercloud he had descended from when first

summoned. Within the dark clouds where lightning crackled and sparked,

the knight spoke softly to his beloved horse.

"Respond to the wish of the beloved child, smash apart the great and

venerated foe, we shall take the form of lightning, and this Knight's life is

entrusted thus."

Lancelot readied the divine lance, pointing its blade forward.

The white divine horse galloped forth. Towards the ground, where Athena

was standing!

They had taken the form of lightning when saving Guinevere just now. But

this time they were moving at lightning speed — god speed, and this time

with extreme destructive power as well.

This impact and destructive power was comparable to a massive meteor

descending from the heavens.

—Crash!

A white meteor crashing down with the speed of lightning.

It was a divine iron hammer that defies existence.

The white knight and divine horse descended from the sky, charging at the

earth like a god of destruction. Reaching the ground in an instant, the

divine lance was thrust out.

Athena brandished the jet-black scythe, intent on deflecting the blade of

the divine lance.

This was the divine skill of the goddess who discerned the lance tip

approaching with god speed.

Lance and scythe, the two weapons clashed together violently.

A storm was created at the moment of impact. In the eye of the storm were

Lancelot and Athena while everything else in their surroundings were

blown away by the cyclone formed by the impact.

The earth crumbled beneath Athena's feet.

Vegetation growing on the plains of Thrace, the land and rocks were all

dug up and blown away.

The surface of the ground was transformed into a depression like a crater.

The massive area dug out was roughly 2 or 3km in diameter. The

atmosphere rumbled.

At the bottom of this crater-like depression, the goddess and the war god's

clash intensified.

Athena absorbed the essence of the earth, infusing peerless might into her

slender girl-like arms. Darkness materialized into nine demonic snakes

which attempted to crush Lancelot in their jaws.

—However, the final result was most unexpected.

In the end, Athena's scythe was sent flying by Lancelot's divine lance. The

demonic snakes of darkness were annihilated by the resulting impact.

It was achieved by a meteor crash descending from the heavens that

collapsed the earth.

"Guh — gah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"

Finally skewered through the chest by the divine lance, Athena gave off

painful cries.

However, her snake-like eyes continued to stare at Lancelot. Relentless,

her desire for vengeance continued to burn like fire!

The white knight kicked at the belly of the divine horse, intending on

following through by severing the goddess completely. However, the

goddess, pierced by the lance, gathered together the divine power of the

great land, attempting to produce a force of repulsion to push back

Lancelot in his white meteor form.

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In kendo terms, it would be described as a situation of tsuba-zeriai.Truly worthy of the name of Athena. Lancelot generously praised in

admiration as he called out to the girl he was protecting.

"Beloved child, now is the time to release the Holy Grail's mystical

powers!"

(What is the matter, Sir Knight!?)

Guinevere's thoughts arrived, flying from far away.

"The Holy Grail has the property of absorbing the life force of great mother

earth goddesses and storing it. Now is the perfect opportunity to obtain the

life force of the highest ranking earth mother goddess! Do not miss it!"

(—! Understood!)

No further instructions were necessary.

A golden urn, the Magic Holy Grail, suddenly appeared beside Lancelot.

"!? Knight of the Lake, what art thou planning — oh?"

"Because simply defeating you will likely not be enough to overcome your

immortality. However, it would be an entirely different matter if the Grail

absorbs all your life force. Farewell, Heretic Athena. You were the most

suitable formidable foe that this Knight had long awaited to battle."

From the wound where the divine lance Excalibur pierced —

The great earth mother goddess' life force of Athena was beginning to spill

out and flow into the Holy Grail!

"This seemeth to be some mysterious technique!"

Athena wrapped the Holy Grail in black mist coming from her hands.

Lancelot could tell that it was a corrosive gas. However, the Grail

continued to absorb Athena's life force. The golden vessel's lustrous

brilliance did not falter!

"This is the infinite power offered by this Knight's lord, the vessel created

by sacrificing the life force of the earth mother goddess equal to your rank,

we call it the Holy Grail."

Lancelot explained nonchalantly to the shocked Athena.

"Seeming to be a material like earth, but not in reality. Divine wisdom, that

which is symbolized by the truth of heaven and earth. Even for you,

Athena, it cannot be destroyed."

"Guh... That so? It is like the Gorgoneion that one sought, an immortal

indestructible vessel."

Her beautiful face in pallor, Athena murmured.

However, Lancelot was astounded by the goddess' pupils which had yet to

lose their luster.

"One feeleth clearly. One's life force shaven off, devoured by yonder

vessel."

At some point in time, Lancelot and the divine horse's motion had stopped.

In the end, all effort had been spent in halting the meteor-like charge.

"This be the vessel that compeleth the maidservant of the white mother

goddess to stoop so low? O Despair!"

By this point, the Holy Grail had already taken the lives of a good many

mother earth goddesses.

Even Athena had no way of escaping. Nevertheless, the goddess did not

lose the will to fight. She grabbed and forcefully pulled out the lance

piercing her chest. Blood gushed out in a torrent from the piercing wound

between her breasts.

Athena proceeded to display a smile of absolute despondency.

"However, one is the goddess of wisdom who claimeth all knowledge as

her possession. A little toy like this Holy Grail, one never expected to

discover it so soon had this body not experienced it first hand. But then

again, this doth not fit one's style, so one shall undertake revenge!"

Athena's blood-splattered hands slowly turned towards the Holy Grail.

Next, the great urn-like Grail began to fly towards Athena.

"Holy Grail that absorbeth life, one shall be keeping it!"

Athena reached out with her hands to touch the Grail, causing the great

urn of a child's height to vanish in an instant.

It was absorbed into the goddess' body.

"One shall take leave for now, Knight of the Lake. Thou shalt repay the

remainder at some other opportunity!"

Having devoured the Holy Grail, Athena began to sink into the earth.

Lancelot charged forth in pursuit and swung the lance.

However, it was too late. The lance tip only managed to pierce air.

"What a mess... Who could expect things to have ended like this?"

"No, Sir Knight. Guinevere believes this result is absolutely not

unfavorable."

Just as Lancelot shook his head ruefully, Guinevere answered, having

returned by flight magic.

At the bottom of the crater-like depression marring the Thracian plain, the

knight and the girl faced each other.

"Athena seems to have devoured the Holy Grail in order to suppress its

effects. However, Guinevere does not believe this is enough to halt the

functioning of the life-absorbing Grail."

Guinevere spoke as the one with a mysterious bond with the Holy Grail.

The divine artifact created by the matriarch deity of all the earth goddesses

through sacrificing her own immortality and divinity. As long as that Grail

remained active in the earth, it was forever indestructible.

"Even if we just let it be, by this point it must have stored up a substantial

amount of magical energy. No matter what happens, from now on there is

a connection between Sir Knight's divine sword and Athena's grail."

"Wielding the steel that splits apart the stars, is that so?"

Lancelot muttered. In the battle just now, he merely used it as a bladed

object.

The steel known as the legendary Excalibur had yet to exhibit its true

worth...

"But before that form can be attained, will she manage to remove the Grail

from her body?"

"Even if that happens, it may be just as well. Having swallowed the Grail

into her body to suppress it, Athena's return will not take more than half a

month's time"

"Then Athena will die, is that so? In that case, it might not be so bad."

Lancelot nodded.

A "way" always appeared in the end.

Whether abandoned somewhere or separated by any distance, as long as

the Grail existed on earth it would continue to absorb Athena's life.

The divine artifact created at the cost of immortal life —

This was its truly terrifying aspect. The wisdom and prayers of the goddess

of death, had yet to be carved into the deepest reaches of the earth. On

the other hand, the Grail's powers extended to the furthest ends of the

earth.

"In that case, girl, Athena is of no concern for now?"

"Yes. Guinevere will now go to Japan, the island where master sleeps.

Please grant your protection."

Lancelot silently grasped the reins of his beloved horse, flying towards the

sky which had recovered its brightness with the departure of Athena. Still

unaccustomed to the conditions of the earth, the full-powered attack just

now had already exhausted his divine power.

He must take a good rest amongst the thunderclouds once again.

Heretic Lancelot —

Despite his overwhelming power of destruction, still could not be

considered fully revived at this point.

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