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Kiana twisted her neck and then moved her arms.

She suddenly realized that all she had to do was travel to this medieval world.

It will inevitably escalate into such a brutal war in the end.

I really don't know why...

Perhaps this was destined.

"Merlin, if you don't want to make a big deal out of this, I can tell you that's impossible."

Kiana slowly raised her head and stared at the man in front of her.

Although the other person had a peaceful smile on their face.

But others could feel that sense of rejection that kept them at arm's length.

The world is starting to reject me...

Even without system reminders, Kiana could still feel out of place in her world.

But as time goes by...

This incompatibility will only become more and more obvious.

And when this feeling of incompatibility reaches its peak...

It's only a matter of time before I'm excluded from the world.

In order to complete my task before such a thing happens.

I need to show some real skills.

"Merlin, the me you are about to see is not the real me. I hope you can all forget about this version of me."

Kiana's eyes suddenly changed from pure azure to a majestic orange-yellow.

This change was far too sudden.

Even Merlin's calm and collected expression couldn't be maintained.

He looked at the girl in front of him who had suddenly taken on a queen-like demeanor.

With a hint of helplessness, he raised his staff and made his request: "A traveler from another world? Or perhaps a messenger destined to destroy the world? Whatever you are, I expect you to promise me that you will spare the lives of more than half of the people on this battlefield."

"You should know that most of the people here are Artoria's enemies."

Although it was cruel, countless lives and deaths were swept back and forth between these two during their conversation.

Whether they will live to see tomorrow's sun depends on whether Merlin's words can convince Kiana.

He persuaded her to spare the lives of many mortals by fully unleashing the power of the Herrscher.

“Of course I know that because the gap between us and the enemy is so great, I need you to show your divine side. But because her ideals have not yet died, I need you to show your merciful side.”

"Yes, for your ideals."

Kiana nodded, then leaped into the sky.

As she ascended to heaven, the temperature on the entire battlefield suddenly rose, and the scorching heat even caused much of the blood to evaporate.

"What happened? What's wrong?"

"Is this a demon's spell? Why is it so hot!"

"Aaaaaah! I'm melting!!!"

As the battlefield temperature rose, the mortals who had just been killing each other were now gripped by a fear of death.

Just as they were filled with doubt, a clear and pleasant male voice suddenly came from afar:

"The Sea Within the Stars".

The Lookout Tower. From a corner of Paradise, I inform you: Your stories are filled with blessings. Only the innocent may enter. The Garden of Avalon, forever isolated!

With the release of their Noble Phantasms, the Knights of the Round Table, who had been almost completely defeated, were suddenly filled with renewed fighting spirit.

Their wounds began to heal, and their post-war spirit was resounding.

On the other hand, the enemy forces collapsed under the intense heat.

Unfortunately, in the face of the Herrscher, the power of mortals seems insignificant.

"Where do you think you're going!"

In an instant, Kiana swung her sword.

The sword light splashed across the earth like lava erupting from a volcano.

An unparalleled force tore the earth apart in an instant.

The scattered humans and warhorses were instantly reduced to dust by this single sword strike.

This scene instilled a deep sense of fear in the soldiers who were still conscious.

This is... a demon...

No! This...this is a deity!

A deity had appeared out of nowhere, and was incredibly powerful. They dared not remain on this battlefield any longer.

They all retreated.

And behind them.

They are the warriors who have not yet died, and the humans who are badly wounded but stand strong.

that moment.

These soldiers seemed to see the dawn of victory.

They shouted and fled in all directions.

"This battle will be etched in your memories for the rest of your lives!"

Kiana roared and attacked again.

The golden sword light drew a beautiful arc in the sky, then cleaved through space and struck the fleeing soldier.

at that moment.

Endless gasps of surprise echoed high in the sky.

This sword strike cleaved the earth, compressing the salt layer and creating a towering mountain.

A seemingly casual strike can alter the terrain at will.

Such terrifying power instantly shattered the enemy's will to fight.

They dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, and surrendered.

"Don't worry, I didn't intend to kill you; I just wanted to teach you a lesson."

Kiana sheathed her sword.

She looked down at the prisoners of war.

The prisoners of war raised their heads, trembling.

They looked at Kiana in front of them.

They saw gentleness, kindness, and compassion in her eyes—something beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"Your courage and will are admirable."

Kiana said calmly.

Her tone was soft, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Nothing in this world can withstand her power.

Kiana's gaze swept over the prisoners of war.

“I promised someone I would spare your lives, but on one condition: you must choose to be loyal to the true masters of Britain.”

"Those who are unwilling can pick up their weapons and fight again, or leave. I will not harm your lives, but if we meet again on the battlefield."

"I won't hold back this time."

Kiana declared coldly, at this moment she seemed like a god, not to be offended.

Faced with such a sudden and terrifying enemy, the human soldiers looked at each other in dismay, and finally rose to their feet and cheered: "We are willing to submit to King Arthur!"

Chapter Twenty-Two: Avalon, Where the King Is Not Welcome

"I am willing!"

"I do!!"

The prisoners of war cheered in unison.

Kiana smiled and shook her head.

What she saw was a group of cowards without dignity, a group of meaningless good-for-nothings.

However, she didn't mind such soldiers. She knew that these men could betray her at any time, and if Artoria showed any signs of weakness, they were very likely to do so.

However, their betrayal was not something that happened overnight.

Whether the legendary King Arthur would eventually drive his followers into rebellion remains to be seen.

Perhaps history will ultimately unfold as recorded in history books.

But that's no longer something I need to worry about.

To help King Arthur unify Britain.

That's enough!

"It's over..."

Above the mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, all that remains is the Knights of the Round Table looking down upon them.

The battle was exceptionally fierce, and she could see many familiar faces lying at King Arthur's feet.

These knights were all loyal warriors to her, and even when faced with enemies many times their number, they did not choose to retreat or run away.

They went one after another, tirelessly.