Uathach.
The gatekeeper of the castle in the Land of Shadows located in the demon realm. None other than the first child of Scáthach, the master of the Land of Shadows and the demon realm.
The daughter of Fergus, the king of Ulster and High King of Erin, she was born with innate talent. She was a female warrior who had lived her life training to become stronger with the talent inherited from her parents.
She wished to follow the path of her mother Scáthach, but unfortunately, despite her innate talent, it was far insufficient compared to Scáthach's absurd talent.
She had no purpose to desperately train at the risk of her life to twist fate like her father Fergus... Unlike Conla, who aimed for Fergus, Uathach aimed for Scáthach.
Paradoxically, without talent at Scáthach's level, one could not reach her realm, and the harsh training method akin to Fergus's brute-force approach was the path to reach her inhuman realm even with insufficient talent.
Fergus was at a level that touched such a realm because he did not desire immortality, and Conla, who had lived long like him, was at a clumsily reached level because she did not wish for immortality either.
Though she closely resembled the personalities of Fergus and Scáthach... she realized late in life that her path was not suited for her. She occasionally regretted. If only she had walked the same path as her younger sibling Conla...
She could have stayed by her mother Scáthach's side forever.
Uathach was jealous and resentful of Fergus and Conla, who could have reached the inhuman realm but gave up. Those two would surely have reached it and not left Scáthach lonely... She resented Conla, who could have come to the demon realm but did not, and Fergus, who deliberately gave up.
But...
Seeing Fergus become powerless, fall into sorrow, and suffer as he lost his wives one by one, Uathach keenly realized that she was wrong.
The sadness of precious ones leaving. Uathach was a girl who had never experienced that. She saw Fergus's sadness from being left behind as they departed one by one, and saw Conla sending off her siblings from afar.
Why did the two give up even though they could have reached it... Uathach realized her own shortcomings. Uathach, who admired Scáthach, possessed strong mental fortitude like Scáthach. She was stronger than Fergus or Conla, who were unexpectedly weak in human spirit in some aspects.
Thus, she wanted to protect Scáthach's side... but in the end, she had to close her eyes before Fergus or her aunt Aífe, after first sending off her younger sibling Cacht.
Uathach's life was filled with regret and remorse. Perhaps, if she had realized sooner, she wouldn't have pointlessly resented her father and younger sibling Conla...
Clang...!
"You're strong. I consider that quite impressive skill. In Celtic lands, I haven't seen anyone with this level of skill since my family. Perhaps, it might be above Uncle Cú Chulainn. For a Berserker to have this level is almost comparable."
Therefore, in this summoning, she wanted to apologize.
But when she tried to apologize to Conla, whom she met for the first time, she couldn't speak properly. Thus, she distanced herself from her, only mentioning the calculated reason for the summoning. She wanted to compose herself and convey it properly...
Bang...!!!
"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!"
Such Uathach encountered Umin's group while acting separately from Conla. Since their goals were the same, she acted with them, and then they faced an enemy. Instantly, Umin's head was smashed and she fell unconscious, and Xu Fu, being a non-combatant, was of no help.
Lancelot.
The Knight of the Lake, called the strongest among the Round Table knights, still possessed his formidable skill even as a berserker.
Clang clang clang clang clang!!!
"That's why it's more regrettable. If he were in a sane state, he could have fought with better judgment, but as a Berserker, his skill is wasted. It's just being squandered in violent combat."
Uathach showed a relaxed battle expressionlessly, much like Scáthach. Though a Berserker, Lancelot's skill was great. Even Xu Fu, who had seen many generals in Qin, considered his skill to be among the top, and Uathach was above that.
Uathach's skill, honed through a lifetime of training with immense talent, was not only not inferior to most great heroes but existed at a higher level in terms of skill.
Lancelot was fighting by holding a long tree branch, turning it into a D-rank Noble Phantasm, and Uathach was fighting with the Gáe Bolg given by her mother Scáthach. They had been fighting almost evenly for 30 minutes already. Xu Fu was watching their battle anxiously while holding Umin, who had recovered but was still unconscious.
"Aren't you going to draw your sword until the end? Your techniques are heavily focused on swordsmanship. You can't deceive my eyes. I roughly understand that you have the strength to draw your sword... but at the point you don't use it, it's over. I expected more, but it's just a loss."
Crack!!!
"Graaa...!"
Then, the red thorny spear piercing Lancelot's chest. And Uathach quickly pulling out the spear and jumping back.
"It's over."
Then, the demon spears shot at high speed. Lancelot tried to quickly catch and deflect the spears, but the demon spears, moving faster than his hands, pierced his body while drawing red trajectories.
"Arrrrthurrrrrrr...."
Thus, Lancelot knelt down and vanished into black light, retreating.
"We won... but you, your outfit is quite daring. In the past, Umin also had such an outfit..."
"The outfit? I consider it the most efficient. There's no such thing as daring in combat. In Ulster, such outfits are normal. My mother did so too, and not just me, but female and male warriors also take such outfits for granted. It's a cultural difference, so please respect it."
"Ah, yeah... I didn't mean to say anything, sorry... hehe."
"Actually, considering efficiency, having long hair isn't good either... but this is hair I grew out of admiration for my mother. I couldn't find efficiency in this alone."
"I didn't ask about that... yeah."
After defeating the attacker Lancelot, Uathach used rune magecraft to wake Umin.
"Did... I lose again?"
"Umin...!"
"Last time, I lost to an explosion, and this time, my head got smashed... Haa. That guy is going to laugh at me."
"If you're awake, let's move immediately. Staying here like this is inefficient. It's also a waste of time."
"Really, as inflexible as David... alright, let's go!"
Uathach said to move immediately without rest, and Umin decided to go along with Uathach's decision for now. Then, she sensed ominous magical energy.
"Hey... what's that?"
"That is...?"
Umin, as a spirit, sensed unsettling magical energy, and upon looking at the sky... in the sky, a giant red dragon, a red dragon with seven heads, was flying. And next to it was a massive ship.
"... This magical energy."
Uathach was about to throw her spear but detected familiar magical energy. Then, she immediately lowered her spear and looked at the ship in the sky... from the sky, two blue meteors fell.
Thud...!!!
"Uathach, found you!"
The ground shook slightly with dust, and from within the dust, Conla first appeared, smiling brightly.
"Conla? And...."
As the dust completely cleared, Fergus was inside, waving his hand with a faint smile.
"Long time no see, Uathach."
"Not crying this time? Father."
"I shouldn't cry. If I cry..."
Upon seeing Fergus, Uathach bowed her head... and quickly ran up to him.
Wham!
"Ugh!"
"Wow, critical hit."
Uathach headbutting Fergus in the solar plexus. Fergus endured the pain and hugged Uathach... but Uathach hugged his waist even tighter...
"Waaaaah~! I'm sorry, Papa~!!!"
"Hahaha... you always do this."
"Really, every time I see it, it breaks the mood, Uathach..."
"It's okay, Uathach. Adolescence can come back anytime... so, there, right?"
"Waaaah~!"
"Truly... hmph."
Fergus hugged Uathach, who was crying like a baby, and patted her head.
"... It's like a small Scáthach crying."
"Indeed... rather than gap moe, it feels mood-breaking..."
Artoria and Jeanne, who were acquainted with Scáthach, felt a strange disconnect seeing such Uathach...