Chapter 68

Misha’s Jack—Sir Palamedes—seemed resigned, smiling dryly, as he watched them quarrel. “Well, Luna, we don’t have time. Let’s get a move on,” Sir Palamedes urged. “Right.” Luna nodded. “…Sir Galahad.” “Yeah, uh-huh.” Sir Galahad leaped, jumping to stand on the top of one of the towers closer to Area One. Before her were the streets of Area One, where monsters and ghouls congregated. What spread before her were the streets of the First Area, which were teeming with monsters and ghosts. From the bridge, the main street led straight to Dark Castle Camelot. As the crow flies, it wasn’t far. But it would take forever if they needed to cut through apparitions. “…” Sir Galahad quietly pulled out her spear. The Lance of Longinus. Sir Galahad had acquired it on the journey of the quest for the Holy Grail during the legendary era. It was the spear that unleashed a Dolorous Stroke and helped Sir Balin drive a country to ruin. It was the spear that stabbed Jesus Christ in the ribs. It was the spear that originally belonged to the god of light, who had fought Balor. It was Lugh’s spear, one of the four treasures of Érenn. It was the Holy Spear. After Sir Galahad died, the Holy Spear had been recovered by the Dame du Lac and become King Arthur’s favorite spear, but Sir Galahad had been the one to master its power, according to lore. Even King Arthur had only been able to unleash a restricted version of its strength as the Spear Ron. Only Sir Galahad could wield the weapon at its full capacity. Hence, why she could make use of its power in her conceptualized state. She could use the most powerful holy relic that could bring ruin to good and evil: the Real Lance of Longinus. “Lord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy. Lord, have mercy.” Sir Galahad raised the spear and started to offer a prayer. “O Lord, bestow upon them your power. Grant them eternal rest and shine upon them that eternal light. Through the providence of your love, deliver them from the penalty of judgment. I pray from my heart that they receive the bliss of perpetual light.” A requiem offered to the dead. Crimson light showered the spear. It was obviously some sort of disquieting power. Everyone spectating felt a chill down their spines as if they knew something terrible was about to happen. Sir Galahad continued with the requiem…and the light gathering around the spear started to burn brighter, its glare intensifying. It was like the world—and darkness itself—were burning bright red. “Lord, bestow unto them peace—the Dolorous Stroke, Longinus Sin. Amen!” Sir Galahad brought down the spear she held high. It only took a moment for all this to happen. Lightning flashed in the sky, connecting heaven and earth, just like when the world was created. Red lightning plunged down onto the main street, blowing back the curtain of night that had begun to fall on the city. It surged like a tidal wave, vaporizing the apparitions without a trace. One sudden move, and they were sent back to hell… “Th-that was amazing…” Everyone watching blinked in mute shock, stunned. Lightning had reached the front gate of Dark Castle Camelot…like the ocean of apparitions had been parted, like Moses and the Red Sea. It created a path from the bridge to the castle. “Should be good enough.” Sir Galahad shouldered her spear as if it were nothing and turned to face them. “It obviously does nothing to the castle, but the main street should be clear for a while. How about we get going…? What’s wrong, Luna? Why’re you making that face?” “I was briefed about it, but…I’m weirded out.” Luna looked critically at Sir Galahad. “I’ve always thought…you’re a real-life hack. Which cringey light novel did you come out of, Ms. Main Character? You’re so overpowered.” “H-hey… That was uncalled for… I went to all that trouble, too…” “Ugh…! We don’t have time to kill!” Felicia scolded their silly exchange. “This is our chance to invade that castle!” “Yes,” said Sir Gawain. “The apparitions will come back with time. We need to go now!” “The issue is what’s next. I hope things play out as you forecasted, Sir Dinadan,” Sir Mordred snapped. “All we can do is pray.” Sir Dinadan shrugged. “It’ll be fine, Sir Mordred!” Luna assured. “These kinds of ‘phony’ tacticians are spot-on when it counts! At least, in the world of games and manga!” That made Sir Dinadan smile ruefully. “All right! Well? Are you all ready?!” Luna pulled out her sword, collecting herself. Even though the sword was broken in half, there was something about it that seemed reliable. “To save the world! Let’s head out!” Luna shouted. “Follow my lead!” The group responded, launching toward the main street visible from the bridge tower. “Whaaat?!” King Pellinore’s bellow rang through the trashed throne room. The very impact of his voice wrecked the space further. “Naaaagh! Unbelievable! Who thought they could fight like that? What was that?!” They could see the outside world reflected in a window of light, made by Morgan’s magic. That meant they all saw the cataclysmic strike that had just occurred. “Hmph… The Dolorous Stroke, I see… Who would have dreamed there would be someone who had fully mastered the spear?” Sir Balin snorted. King Arthur had pieced together everything from the attack. He seemed in good spirits somehow, breaking into a smile. “I knew you would come, Luna Artur.” “How did you know, my King?” Sir Balin asked. “I suppose…it was in her eyes?” King Arthur remembered what she looked like. “When I broke her Excalibur, we determined who was the better king between us. But…her eyes didn’t dull. In fact, they burned brighter, like she was powering up within.” “Wh-what? Did that happen? The enemy has gumption, it seems. I suppose she shares your blood. She reminds me of you in your younger days, King Arthur! Ha-ha-ha!” King Pellinore laughed loudly as if this was terribly funny. “Don’t let your emotions get ahold of you, King Pellinore,” Sir Balin replied coolly as he turned again to King Arthur. “Oh, King Arthur. It’s only a matter of time until they come, seeing there’s a clear path to this castle… What should we do?” “Hmm…” King Arthur thought as he watched the city burn from the Dolorous Stroke. “Should we make our way out of the castle? Or should we receive them here? I’ll follow any command. Seeing as I’m a sinner, I’m nothing more than a sword at your disposal.” King Arthur stood up quickly. “Let’s head out to them. Sir Balin, King Pellinore, can I count on you?” “As you wish, as you wish, as you wish! Gah-ha-ha! Battle time!” King Pellinore roared. “…Yes, sire. Your wish is my command.” Sir Balin respectfully kneeled. “Dark Castle Camelot is the base of the Wild Hunt and the regulator of the magical ceremony. We might have magically boosted the exterior, but allowing the inside to be roughed up would pose problems… I’d like to keep the number of enemies inside the castle to a minimum.” King Arthur looked at Mr. Kujou and Sir Lancelot. “…Can I count on you for the prior arrangements?” “Yes, of course, King Arthur.” “As long as my current lord wills it.” “Thank you. I’m expecting great things,” he said. “My sister. Morgan, my sister.” “…What?” Morgan snapped, not hiding her contempt. “You stand by with me in this throne room. Is that fine by you?” “…Fine. I mean, I am the only one who would be able to deal with a situation if something happened to this castle anyway,” Morgan acquiesced reluctantly. “Will the world meet its ruin or not…? Will the victor be the once king or the future king…? Will it be me or Luna? This is the turning point… Let’s go!” The knights who served as his soldiers all started to move. They were about to start the final fight of the King Arthur Succession Battle. “Outta the way! Outta the way!” With Luna at their head, the group charged forward, forward, forward. The flames produced by Sir Kay’s Lahat Chereb protected the group. The holy fire burned away the shadows preceding them like a tsunami, lighting the path opened by the Dolorous Stroke. They sprinted through the protected path. The apparitions congregating in the vicinity cowered under the flames, refusing to come closer. From across the fire, all they did was glare at Luna as she charged through the route that had been divided off. Occasionally, some of the apparitions didn’t flinch at the sacred flames, standing in their way to attack them. “Graaaaaaaah!” Like the wyvern that swooped down at them just now. “Awoooooooo!” Like the cyclops that appeared from between the buildings to their right. “…” Like the Dullahan that appeared to the left, charging them by chariot. Those apparitions closed in on them from all three directions to quash them. “Raaaaah! Get outta the way!” “Haaaaah!” Sir Gawain leaped high into the air, chopping off the wyvern’s wings with his sword, and Felicia pierced its forehead without delay. “Royal Road—Sword of Destruction!” “Tsk!” The towering cyclops was down—punctured by Sir Mordred’s daggers and Misha’s shots from her Excalibur. “Hah!” Sir Palamedes had run up a building, leaping magnificently to decapitate the giant with a swing of his blade. “Uh… You’re in the way.” VWOOM! Sir Galahad hit a home run with her sword. The Dullahan soared into the sky, winking out with the stars. “Ha-ha. Good work, vassals. My compliments to you,” Luna bragged, continuing to sprint. She ignored Misha over yonder, who angrily snapped, “Me? Your vassal?! Yeah, right!” “I knew it… Those from the legendary era and their relatives are strong,” Emma said, half impressed and half stunned. “Are all these apparitions, like, monsters that would be considered the final boss in a story?” “Humans have always had the potential to be just as powerful.” Sir Galahad landed back down from the air, smiling, as she ran next to Luna. “But once civilization developed and humans became more influential, they became restricted by ‘common sense’—a belief that this was all one person could do. We lost the power of individuality… We lost heroes. Nor sure if that’s a good or bad thing.” “Well, it still makes you an overpowered hack, Sir Galahad.” Luna seemed unamused. “Ah-ha-ha. That’s because I’m an exception. I’m a Good Samaritan and a perfect saint, so the gods are on my side.” “Sounds like a bunch of hooey…” “Luna…you’re so brave for charging through the apparitions…even under the flame’s protection.” Despite being selected by the sword of the most virtuous knight, Sir Kay seemed faint of heart as she glanced around their surroundings, trembling. “What? You’re such a chicken, Sir Kay,” Luna scolded. “Get yourself together. If things go as Sir Dinadan expects, then we’re close to…” THUMP! Something tumbled from the sky and appeared before them. The group who stopped for no apparitions halted here for the first time. Dust mushroomed on impact and eventually cleared. Before them was… “I knew it…King Pellinore! Sir Balin!” The two strongest knights of the original Round Table stood there. “I shall not allow you to pass.” Sir Balin quietly readied his two swords as the flames and wind tousled with his lion’s mane of hair. “If you wanna pass, you’re gonna hafta force your way through!” King Pellinore thrust his enormous sword into the ground and howled, standing imposingly. The two men formed an impenetrable wall, which quashed the group’s spirits. “…They’re here.” Luna remembered what Sir Dinadan had said in their Round Table discussion. “I heard that Dark Castle Camelot is their ceremonial base for the Wild Hunt. A common strat would be a siege battle—or for the enemy to retreat into the castle and divide us up for a brawl…but I imagine they won’t want to risk damaging the inside of the castle if it’s being used as the base for the ceremony. “I think the enemy will come out to meet us. And we can use that as our chance.” “…What are we going to do, Luna?” asked Nayuki, readying herself. Luna answered without missing a beat. “The Wild Hunt will occur when the clock strikes midnight… We either beat King Arthur before then or meet our end. We don’t have time! Stick to the plan!” Luna held up her hand. “Sir Mordred! Sir Dinadan! Emma! Sir Percival! Head to the front! Do as discussed!” “Hmph.” “…Aw, man. I guess you’re doing the right thing, Luna.” Sir Mordred and Sir Dinadan headed in front of Sir Balin. “You got it!” “Leave it to me!” Emma and Sir Percival stood in front of King Pellinore. “…You’re not all battling us? …I can’t believe I’m being disrespected like this.” Sir Balin seemed displeased as he scowled and stared down Sir Mordred. “And you’re pitting a royal traitor against me…! Are you trying to spite me? There will be a price to pay…!” “Aaaaagh! Percival! My son!” King Pellinore looked at Sir Percival and yelled in delight. “I thought it might be you when I saw you from a distance. My heavens! You’ve become such a splendid knight! This pleases me!” “…Father, it’s been too long. I’m sorry…” “It’s fine! You don’t need to say a thing! It’s a knight’s greatest honor to use their life to serve their lord! Doesn’t matter if we’re father and son! Just think about carrying your sword to the battlefield and proclaiming your knighthood! Show me your skills!” “…What’s wrong with this unbearable man…?” Emma asked. “…He was born that way.” Sir Percival sighed and lowered his shoulders. With King Pellinore, Emma, and Sir Percival before her, Felicia spoke to Sir Gawain, concerned about the hard look on his face. “…Sir Gawain.” “It’s all right. I know, my liege,” Sir Gawain quietly answered. “King Pellinore is the confidant of my father, Lott… But that’s all in the past. I will let them deal with him.” “You heard him. You guys handle the samurai pigs. We’ll be forging forward.” Luna grinned smugly. “Fools. Have you forgotten how much more powerful we are?” Sir Balin took on an intimidating air, causing them to have goose bumps. “These wimps won’t buy you any time.” “Yeah? Then let’s put that theory to the test.” “…I hope you don’t regret it,” he spat. Sir Balin and King Pellinore were on the move. “Haaaaaaaaaaah!” Sir Balin charged faster than a bolt of lightning. “Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” King Pellinore raged like a violent storm. Their violence came so strong and swift that there was no room for argument. The group was about to be blown to pieces, having no real way to fight back. Claaaang! “Gaaaaaaah!” “What?!” Sir Mordred’s dagger narrowly parried Sir Balin’s lightning-fast sword. “Gaaaaaaaah!” “Whaaaat?!” Sir Percival’s spear barely stopped King Pellinore’s sword over their heads. “Stoppppp!” Flash. A single strike from Emma’s Excalibur. “Heave-ho!” Sir Dinadan executed an unconventional blow. They tried to battle King Pellinore and Sir Balin without hesitation. “Tsk!” Fwoosh! Sir Balin vanished and dodged the attack. “Harrrumph?!” King Pellinore didn’t even bother to avoid Emma’s attack and accepted the blow against his abs. “…Wow. That was unexpected.” “What’s with you?” King Pellinore and Sir Balin were legitimately bewildered. “Strange,” commented Sir Balin. “I thought you were nothing compared to us. But you’re different from before: your movements, reflexes, swiftness, weight… What happened?” “Nothing,” Sir Galahad replied. “There isn’t anything different in terms of physicality or abilities. I guess…I’d say their attitude has changed.” “Their attitude?” “Have you already forgotten? This artificial island is almost a netherworld. And in a netherworld, mental fortitude carries more weight than raw power. Earlier, we were facing major uncertainty by the unexpected state of affairs and King Arthur, so we lost our psychological grit. But that’s different now. We’re going to save the world… That’s why we’re here on the battlefield. We’re different now—attitude-wise.” “That can’t explain all of it.” Sir Balin’s eyebrows knit together. “I can’t imagine someone springing back into action after a mental breakdown…” Right then, Sir Balin noticed something. In the middle of the enemy formation was…a single girl, hands on her hips, looking at them boldly. Luna. “Don’t tell me that girl breathed life back into those corpses?!” “She has the making of a true king,” Sir Galahad bragged, as if talking about herself. “I’m impressed, Luna. You found a way to survive this impossible battle. You make an amazing ruler.” Sir Galahad praised her without any exaggeration. “…Rintarou taught me how to do that.” Luna closed her eyes for a moment, before looking straight at Sir Balin and King Pellinore. “Humans don’t lose until they admit their defeat. And the chosen friends of a modern king would never lose to has-beens like you! Don’t be so quick to judge us!” “Tsk.” Sir Balin clucked his tongue in irritation when Luna basically declared war. “…Heh.” Sir Galahad smiled brightly. “I’m leaving the rest to you! Sir Mordred! Sir Dinadan! Emma! Sir Percival! You better win! Luna, out!” With that, Luna, Sir Kay, Nayuki, Felicia, Sir Gawain, Misha, and Sir Palamedes raced toward the castle once again. “Nice try!” “Acting in a cliché is cowardice!” Sir Balin and King Pellinore attempted to go after them. “I’ll fight you, Sir Balin!” Sir Mordred was merciless as she brought down flashing metal daggers on him. “I won’t let you go—on my life!” Emma’s replica Excalibur tore through the air. “Tsk?!” “Nuaaaaah?!” They made Sir Balin take his distance and pressed King Pellinore back, and Luna’s group made it out of there. “Hmmm?! Even a replica of our King’s Excalibur delivers! Ow! That hurt a little!” King Pellinore shrieked. “Gah…I will never forgive you, Sir Mordred…! Not with that Excalibur that mocks our king…!” They had reached an impasse. It seemed King Pellinore and Sir Balin finally understood that they needed to fight. Militancy and murderous animosity were budding between them. Sir Mordred began to talk to Emma next to her. “Let’s do this. If we lose, then Luna’s group will be attacked from behind. We can’t fall here… Don’t die on us, Emma!” “Obviously! …You know, you tried to kill me once yourself!” “D-do we have to talk about that now?!” They bantered, even as they anticipated their battle to the death. Sir Mordred, Emma, Sir Dinadan, and Sir Percival each faced their selected opponent and started their charge. They were running, sprinting through the streets. “…We’re almost at the castle!” After leaving their companions to fight Sir Balin and King Pellinore, Luna’s group closed the distance to Dark Castle Camelot. When they looked up, its specter—which had seemed distant and small—towered over them. “We can do this! There are no apparitions after us, either… If we keep this up…!” “Stop, Sir Kay! You’re gonna jinx us!” Luna warned her. Thump, thump, thump… They could hear the ground groaning from a distance, a sign that something powerful was approaching. BOOOOOOOOOM! A blast blew up the building facing the road. A gigantic shadow stood in their way. “ROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAR!” “The Questing Beast?!” “See, Sir Kay? You’re so stupid, dummy!” Luna shouted. “And this is my fault?” Luna clutched her head as the Questing Beast appeared in front of her and Sir Kay. It stared down upon the tiny humans as though it had some clear purpose and postured itself low to imply it wouldn’t allow them to pass… “Fine…” Sir Galahad manifested her weapons—David’s Sword in her right hand and the Real Lance of Longinus in her left. She wore Joseph of Arimathea’s Shield on her back. Equipped with the relics obtained on her adventures besides Lahat Chereb, Sir Galahad stepped in front of the beast. “This monster is the physical incarnation of kingdom ruin… I’m the only one who could fight against it…normally.” But someone else had stopped Sir Galahad, holding her back with a hand. Sir Palamedes. “You can’t, Sir Galahad. Even a saint can’t destroy the concept of ruin. Didn’t Sir Dinadan tell you? We can’t have our strongest fighter be held up here.” “Sir Palamedes…” “Let’s go with Sir Dinadan’s plan. I think I ought to do it, considering the fate I shared with the Questing Beast in life… Are you fine with that, Misha?” “Hmph!” Misha responded. “My Excalibur is best used for drawing the enemy’s attention and buying time… If that’s the best strategy to deal with the situation, I’ll do it!” She snorted disapprovingly and turned away. “…You heard her. Leave this to us. You go ahead.” “Are you sure? Luna, I think that the Questing Beast should be fought with more people…” Nayuki seemed anxious. “Sir Palamedes… Misha…” Even though this was the plan, they were realizing just how big this beast was. The fight seemed pointless. Luna didn’t know what to say to the pair who were about to face death. She squeezed her eyes tight and then opened them. “I believe in the two of you! So I’m counting on you guys!” Misha froze in spite of herself. “Hm-hmph! So what are you waiting for?! Hurry up and get! And remember, I don’t consider you a king! I’m only doing this because it makes the most sense! Don’t get the wrong idea!” “Misha.” “When this is over, I’m going to duel you for the throne. Hurry and go crush that unhinged king and screw up his Wild Hunt! Got it?! That’s my royal command!” Misha barked. “…Yes, I’m counting on you here, Misha!” Luna replied, starting to run. But of course, something tried to stand in her way. “ROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAR!” The Questing Beast stamped at the ground and charged. “Let’s go for it, Sir Palamedes!” “Yes, let’s, my modern-day lord!” Misha and Sir Palamedes met the Questing Beast. Luna’s group passed the Questing Beast and kept running and running and running. Then, finally… “…We made it!” Luna’s group was at the front gate of Dark Castle Camelot…which opened up to a sprawling plaza. In full effect were Sir Galahad’s Longinus Sin and Sir Kay’s Lahat Chereb. The plaza was blazing from the holy red flames. There wasn’t even a single apparition around. They tried to charge right into the castle…but the final guard stood in their way. “…Been a while, Luna Artur.” “Mr. Kujou?! Sir Lancelot?!” Luna was stunned to see them standing in front of the castle gate. “King Arthur will prepare his rear guard for the final battle. We need to be careful of Sir Balin, King Pellinore, and the Questing Beast, but…we should be prepared for one last threat. I doubt King Arthur would be unprepared, now that we’re on the grand stage. “It’s integral we don’t use our strongest powers until we pull them onto the stage.” “…I knew we’d have more people to deal with, but…” Luna looked bitter as she recalled Sir Dinadan’s warning… “F-Father…?!” “…” Sir Galahad faced Sir Lancelot…her father from her past life. She couldn’t hide her distress. “So you were alive, Mr. Kujou… I was sure I’d blown you away with my Excalibur.” “Thanks for that.” Luna’s former teacher smiled somewhat coldly. If they were here, she didn’t need to ask them why. Mr. Kujou’s group was on King Arthur’s side. They’d miscalculated things. They knew something would happen, but they had vastly underestimated their opponent’s powers. They never expected Souma Kujou and Sir Lancelot. Luna gritted her teeth, facing her enemies. “Mr. Kujou… I knew you were a villain who wanted to win the succession battle by killing everyone off, but…don’t you see what you’re trying to do?!” Luna yelled, snapping at him. “I’m just going to be blunt here: King Arthur is on the dark side! If you follow him, the Catastrophe will happen, and the world will be destroyed! Wouldn’t that be bad for you, too?!” “…” “I know we have bad blood between us, but…we shouldn’t be fighting each other! We should join together temporarily and beat the crap out of King Arthur!” “You’re the one who doesn’t get it, Luna Artur.” Mr. Kujou shrugged Luna off with a smile. “I never was interested in becoming a king.” “What?!” “I don’t care about the future. You might wonder why I was trying to be king then. I thought I might have been able to save someone—someone I want to save.” “…What…? There’s someone you want to save?” “I figured out that I can save her if I destroy the world. So I’ll do it. Simple as that.” “…I don’t know what kind of situation you’re in, but…” Luna realized there was no use in trying to understand. “If you saved this person through these means…will they be happy?” “Probably not. She would never be happy, I imagine… She might scorn and hate me, but that doesn’t matter.” Ka-shink. Mr. Kujou drew his Excalibur—a sword ominously shaped as if to reflect his own twistedness. “But I want her to live. Such is the nature of the ego.” “…Gah.” There was a wild gleam in his pitch-black eyes, but something in it seemed genuine. There was no way to avoid the fight—no amount of persuasion would reach him. Mr. Kujou’s Excalibur had a power that spelled certain victory—it always would exceed the strength of his opponents. In other words, he was the worst possible matchup for Sir Galahad, who was the strongest in individual power. Since he was always more powerful than his challenger, he was difficult to defeat. He would delay their advance. Plus, Luna’s Excalibur was the only thing effective against him, and it was gone. The fight was going to be a frantic one. And a waste of time. They shouldn’t have put it past King Arthur to use the best rear guard in this state. The moon was illuminated red by the flames over their heads. It was almost the next day. We don’t have time, but it would suck if Mr. Kujou and Sir Lancelot got us from behind as we invaded the castle… All of us need to fight here…! Luna and Sir Galahad prepared themselves to join the battle. …Gwoosh… Felicia’s, Sir Gawain’s, Mr. Kujou’s, and Sir Lancelot’s forms started to ripple. “Felicia?!” “…I’ve cast a Netherworld Transformation. I can’t banish just our opponents into that space, but I can suck all of us into that world. But this transformation will only last a few minutes. In that time, Luna, you must…” Luna shouted when she realized what Felicia was trying to do. “Wh-what are you doing?! You can’t mean…?!” “Sir Gawain and I are going to take them on. If Mr. Kujou is going to be more powerful than his opponent, it won’t matter who goes up against him. So we should fight Mr. Kujou—Lord Gloria—since I can use my fairy magic. Is that okay with you, Sir Gawain?” “…Of course.” Sir Gawain responded, voice thick with emotion. “I think… No, I’m sure I came to this world for this day.” Sir Gawain stared straight ahead. “…” He stared at Sir Lancelot, his close friend and greatest rival. “We haven’t crossed swords since…that battle in France, was it?” “…I suppose that’s right.” “How ironic… Back then, you were on the side of justice, protecting your home nation and the queen.” “You have justice on your side right now, as someone protecting the world. It seems our positions have reversed.” The two of them slowly readied their swords. Sir Gawain’s Galatine. Sir Lancelot’s Arondight. The pair of sibling swords were opposing each other in this final battlefield. Words were no longer needed. Their spines said it all. “Now, Luna! While you still can.” “… Felicia…” Luna looked at Felicia, her best friend, the one who always thought of her and the one who remained on her side. “…Why’re you looking at me like we’ll never see each other again? I don’t have any intention of dying.” “B-but…!” “As long as you beat King Arthur.” “…?!” Luna balled her hand into a fist as Felicia faded into the other world…slowly. Mr. Kujou didn’t fight it. It seemed he was accepting Felicia’s proposed match. “Luna…this is…,” Nayuki said. “Yes, Luna. We can’t let Felicia’s and Sir Gawain’s resolve go to waste,” Sir Kay added. “… Felicia!” Luna shouted. “What?” “You better not die! Until I give King Arthur a whupping! You better survive!” “…I know.” Felicia giggled, and then they slipped into the netherworld. Luna stood in that spot in a daze, speechless for several seconds. “…Let’s go!” “Yes!” “Let’s win this!” Luna, Sir Kay, Nayuki, and Sir Galahad entered Dark Castle Camelot at last.