As then they saw a dragon flying by, with a few wyvern as they saw it.
Gorge looked at the group. "Let's go there is near by town, they are going to attack that".
In high-speed all the servants moved, as they started to arrived to the town, the moment who arrived the one leading this army was Sanson
Sanson just blinked looking at the group. "So it is same to say I am probably not getting out this alive".
Kama looked at him. "Did you bring Lancalot"
Sanson just looked at her and spoke. "No"
Morgan activeted her spells as she looked at him. "Will someone is dying today and that is you"
Sanson let out a chuckle, clearly unfazed by the threat. "Well, I expected nothing less from you, Morgan." He unsheathed his sword, the gleam of the blade reflecting the sunlight. "If it's a fight you want, then by all means, come at me. But I'm not going down without a fight."
The dragon above roared, its massive wings beating against the air, sending gusts of wind that made the ground shake beneath their feet. Wyverns circled around it, looking down at the group with menacing eyes. The tension in the air was thick, as the battle was about to commence.
Kama stepped forward, her expression cold and determined. "You're not the only one with an ace up your sleeve, Sanson. But if you're looking for an early grave, we're more than happy to oblige."
Siegfried raised his sword, eyes locked on the dragon. "No need to waste time with words. We've got bigger problems to deal with. Let's move."
Jeanne nodded, her face set with a look of resolve. "Siegfried's right. Focus on the dragons and wyverns. We can settle this later."
Morgan began chanting, her eyes glowing as she activated one of her powerful spells. "This won't be an easy fight, but we're not backing down."
Sanson's smirk didn't fade as he surveyed the approaching enemy. "Very well. But be warned, my dragon is no mere beast. You'll need more than just fancy tricks to take it down."
With a flash, the dragon swooped down, its fiery breath scorching the earth below. The wyverns followed closely, diving toward the group. The battle began in full force, the clash of steel and magic filling the air.
Kama quickly summoned her powers, weaving a barrier around her group just in time to shield them from the blast. "Move, move!" she shouted as the wyverns closed in.
Jeanne dashed forward, her sword raised high. "For the people of this town!" she cried, charging into the fray with Saint George by her side.
Saint George, mounted on his horse, swung his lance with precision, taking down the smaller wyverns that tried to break through their defenses. His movements were smooth, and the strength in his strikes sent the creatures tumbling to the ground.
Siegfried charged, his sword gleaming as he cut down one of the wyverns with a single slash. "Let's make this quick!" he called out, his eyes locked on the dragon. "That's the real target."
The massive dragon roared again, circling above them. It swooped down toward the town, and the group quickly moved to intercept.
Sanson, seeing the larger dragon, finally got serious. He swung his sword in a wide arc, cutting down the wyverns that dared to approach him. "This isn't over yet. We'll need to work together if we want to defeat that thing," he muttered, though he didn't seem particularly worried.
Kama's eyes narrowed as she focused on the dragon. "You're right. But don't get too comfortable, Sanson. We're just getting started."
With that, the battle intensified. The group fought back with all their might, focusing on taking down the wyverns first to leave the dragon exposed. Every movement was calculated, every strike meant to take down their enemies with precision.
But before Sanson can go far, a rip the sky opened, as blue spear made from Magic strikes him down, so much power as he and his dragon were defeated with Sanson going back to the throne of hero
Kama just looked at Morgan. "I think using your Noble phatasam was bit of an over kill"
Morgan looked unfazed as she lowered her hand, the blue spear of magic vanishing into the sky. Her expression was calm, almost serene. "It wasn't an overkill," she replied matter-of-factly. "Sanson was an obstacle, and that dragon... well, it could've leveled the town if we didn't take it down quickly. Besides, it's not like we killed him permanently. He's just... going back to the Throne of Heroes. He'll be back one day, I'm sure."
Kama raised an eyebrow, still not entirely convinced. "You always have an answer for everything, don't you, Morgan?"
Morgan gave her a sly smile. "It's my job to think ahead, darling. Besides, I don't mind a little drama now and then." She glanced over at where Sanson had fallen, his body vanishing into the sky as he was taken back to the Throne. "But, I suppose we should move on."
Jeanne, still mid-battle with the remaining wyverns, paused for a moment as she saw the aftermath. The dragons were all but gone now, with only a few wyverns left scattered around. Her gaze shifted from Morgan back to the few remaining threats. "Well, that certainly saved us some time."
Siegfried approached with a nod of approval. "I agree. But let's not waste this opportunity. We still need to focus on the mission. With Sanson gone, Jalter's forces may take this as a sign to regroup and become even more dangerous."
Kama rolled her eyes slightly but kept her focus sharp. "True. We need to stay on guard. Still, I'm not complaining about the results."
Ritsuka, who had been listening in on the communication, nodded to himself. He could feel a slight tension in the air but also the relief of having cleared one major obstacle. The pressure of the battle was heavy, but with their power combined, it was clear they were a force to be reckoned with.
"Let's move forward," Ritsuka said, his voice steady. "We need to keep searching for more Servants and prepare for Jalter's next move. There's no time to waste."
The group agreed, and despite the lingering echoes of the battle, they began to move out toward their next destination. Even though they had defeated Sanson and the dragon, the war was far from over, and every step they took brought them closer to facing the true challenge ahead: the Grail and the danger it posed if Jalter were to gain full control.
As the team began their march to the next town, Kama couldn't help but smirk at Morgan. "Next time, though... maybe a little less dramatic flair?" she teased.
Morgan just winked. "I'll think about it."
Meanwhile back with Team A aka Ritsuka, Mash, Medusa and Martha, with them was Elizabeth and Kiyohime as they saw big black dragon, with that of on the dragon was Jalter with her was Vlad, Carmilla and Lancelot
Jalter looked at Ritsuka as she spoke. "I found you, I will burn this place to the ground and take you and children".
Ritsuka just looked at the flying Dragon's. "You know this can't get any worse can it".
Just as Ritsuka finished his sentence, the black dragon's wings beat fiercely, causing the air around them to tremble. Jalter's eyes burned with fiery Passion as she glared down at him from atop the dragon, flanked by Vlad, Carmilla, and Lancelot, each of them radiating a menacing aura.
Elizabeth's hand instinctively went to her lance, her eyes narrowing in determination. "I think it's safe to say, this just got worse, Ritsuka."
Kiyohime, ever the fiery spirit, gritted her teeth. "It's not even funny anymore. If she's going to burn the place down, I'll make sure she regrets it!"
Medusa, standing at Ritsuka's side, tensed as she drew her weapon. "We're not letting them destroy this town. Not on my watch."
Martha raised her staff, a calm but intense focus in her eyes. "We'll have to fight smart. No reckless moves—these are powerful opponents."
Ritsuka turned his head slightly, feeling the weight of the situation. The enemies before them were not just any Servants; they were some of the most dangerous. Jalter, with her twisted desire for control over the Grail, had always been a force to reckon with. But now, she had Vlad Carmilla, and Lancelot by her side. His instincts told him this fight wouldn't be easy.
Jalter spoke again, her voice dripping with malice and love. "Do you think you can win? You're outnumbered and outmatched."
Ritsuka's hand activated the system . "You're right about one thing," he said coolly, "we're outnumbered. But that doesn't mean we're outmatched."
Mash raised her shield, stepping forward to protect Ritsuka. "We've fought tougher enemies than you, Jalter. We're ready."
Vlad, sitting confidently atop the dragon, cracked his knuckles, his cold eyes gleaming. "They talk big for a bunch of kids. I hope you're ready to back it up."
Carmilla tilted her head, a sinister grin on her face. "I can already smell the fear. You might have courage, but courage alone won't save you."
Lancelot said nothing, his piercing eyes watching, waiting for an opening to strike.
Ritsuka's gaze hardened as he spoke, summoning his Harem System to aid in the upcoming battle. "If you think this will be like the others, you're mistaken. We're stronger now, and we're going to make sure this ends differently."
Suddenly, he activated his Arrow of the Heart, the golden glow surrounding his form as he prepared for the inevitable battle. Elizabeth and Kiyohime stood ready at his side, both eager to prove their worth.
"Alright," Ritsuka said, his voice unwavering. "Let's take them down, everyone."
The ground shook as Jalter's dragon flew lower, its massive wings blocking out the sun as it dove toward the group. Ritsuka and his team braced themselves, their resolve steeled for the fight ahead.
As the first wave of dragons and Servants descended upon them, Ritsuka could only hope that their strength would be enough. This was not going to be an easy battle, but he had come too far to back down now.
"Time to show you the difference between us and the ones you've defeated before," Ritsuka muttered to himself as the battle began in full force.
Medusa's expression was unreadable, her eyes focused intently on the approaching threat. "Stay sharp, everyone. They may look confident, but we can win if we work together."
Martha raised her staff, preparing her next move. "Focus on their weaknesses. Jalter may be powerful, but we have strength in numbers and strategy."
Ritsuka turned his gaze upward, watching as the black dragon loomed over them, its rider—the twisted Jalter—standing defiantly atop it. Beside her were Vlad the Impaler and Lancelot, both servants of immense strength, their auras exuding menace.
"I don't think you understand the situation, Ritsuka," Jalter taunted, her smirk widening. "You're up against us. You're just a boy with delusions of grandeur."
Vlad, sitting tall atop his own monstrous dragon, let out a low, guttural laugh. "This fight will be your end, boy. I'll make sure of it."
Lancelot, the stoic knight, said nothing but drew his blade, ready for whatever challenge lay ahead. His cold eyes locked onto Ritsuka, his movements slow but deliberate, like a predator preparing to strike.
Ritsuka clenched his fist, summoning his Noble Phantasms to his side as he felt the familiar hum of the Harem System. "Not today," he muttered to himself. "I'm not going down like this."
He turned to his allies, his voice steady as he issued his orders. "We'll fight together. No one falls, understood?"
Mash nodded firmly, holding her shield up high. "Understood, Master!"
Medusa readied her weapons, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's show them what we're capable of."
Elizabeth adjusted her lance, a wicked grin on her face. "Time to get to work."
Kiyohime growled, tail twitching. "I'll make sure they regret crossing us."
As the dragon's wings beat again, the group sprang into action, with Ritsuka at the front, his resolve unwavering. He could feel the overwhelming presence of their enemies, but he knew they were not alone. With his allies at his side, he felt more confident than ever.
"Let's go!" Ritsuka shouted.
Without another word, they charged. The black dragon descended with terrifying speed, flames licking at the air as it let out a deafening roar. Jalter, perched high above, smirked down at them. "Your efforts are futile!"
Ritsuka activated his Arrow of the Heart, the golden light enveloping his form as he shot forward, aiming for the heart of the black dragon. At the same time, Mash leaped forward, raising her shield to protect Ritsuka, while Medusa and Kiyohime flanked the enemies, preparing to engage Vlad and Lancelot.
Elizabeth dashed forward, twirling her lance with skill as she aimed for Jalter's dragon. Her eyes gleamed with fierce determination. "You think you can intimidate us with that dragon? Think again!"
Vlad unleashed a savage roar, his eyes locked onto Ritsuka. He swung his massive axe, aiming for the group with a force that could level the town. But Mash intercepted, her shield clashing with the blow, sending shockwaves through the ground.
Lancelot remained calm, watching the battlefield. He moved with silent grace, anticipating every strike as he prepared to test Ritsuka's strength. "Impressive," Lancelot said in his usual stoic tone, his sword drawn.
But Ritsuka was ready. He used his Arrow of the Heart to block Lancelot's swift strikes, using his agility to keep his distance while the others engaged their own battles.
The black dragon's fire rained down from above, but Medusa's agility allowed her to dodge and strike at its underbelly, using her Gorgon-like speed. Kiyohime, not one to be outdone, launched herself at Jalter, fire bursting from her every move as she aimed for the rider directly.
Jalter sneered as she effortlessly dodged Kiyohime's strikes. "You think you can defeat me, after all this time?" she spat.
But Ritsuka wasn't going to let up. With the full power of his Noble Phantasms, he dashed forward, determined to show Jalter and her allies that they had underestimated him. "We're not done yet!"
The battle raged on, each strike pushing the group harder, but Ritsuka knew that together, they had the strength to win. He wasn't just fighting for himself anymore—he was fighting for everyone who had joined his cause. And today, they would win, no matter the cost.
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Ritsuka then ducked form another attack as he mentally spoke. "System Activated that skill
[ skill Actived: The Holy Lance Rhongomynaid**
- **Effect**: Allows Ritsuka to summon Morgan's weapon, a black demonic spear resembling a halberd with an Excalibur-like blade. This weapon can be used to perform holy spells and unleashes a smaller version of Rhongomynaid's destructive power ]
As then Kama bow desiper from Ritsuka arm, as then Morgan Halberd appiers, as everyone just looked at Ritsuka
Marie just looked at Mash. "He can just do that, some other weapons".
Mash sighed. "Yes, he doesn't tell me how he doesn't bu-
But before she can finsihe everyone can hear Ritsuka say a word, which made Mash grab, Kiyohime, Elizabeth, Martha, and put them behind her swords as the word Ritsuka said was 'Rhongomynaid', as for Medusa she was safe sense she was behind Ritsuka at this Morgan in Team B also used her Noble Phatasam to defeat Sanson, as both side had no idea what the other did at the same, as more then Half of dragons and wyvern were dead
Ritsuka stood there, panting heavily, his grip still firm around Morgan's halberd. The battlefield was littered with the fallen dragons and wyverns, their massive forms collapsing into the earth. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and scorched earth, the remnants of his powerful strike still hanging in the air.
He glanced down at the weapon in his hand. The Holy Lance Rhongomynaid had drained him more than he expected, even with a partial release. He could feel the weight of the power inside him, the burden of using a Noble Phantasm like that—one that held such destructive potential—was immense. Despite only using a fraction of its power, his body was left aching from the toll it had taken.
"I didn't even use my full power," Ritsuka muttered, looking up at the group of enemies before him. "So why am I so drained?"
Mash, still positioned protectively in front of the others, turned to look at him, her brow furrowing in concern. "Ritsuka... You used Morgan's Noble Phantasm, but even a fraction of Rhongomynaid's power is enough to exhaust anyone who isn't prepared for it. It's an enormous strain."
Elizabeth stepped forward, her grin never wavering, though she was clearly impressed by the power Ritsuka had just displayed. "Well, that was definitely one hell of a blast! I don't think the dragons are getting up from that anytime soon."
Kiyohime, her fiery eyes still burning with intensity, gave a low growl. "Just don't do that again so soon, Ritsuka. I can barely stand to see you so weak." Her tail flicked nervously, clearly worried about the toll the attack had taken on him.
Marie, looking bewildered, glanced at Mash and whispered, "He just... summoned that weapon out of nowhere? That's not fair! And now he's drained?" She chuckled nervously. "He's like some kind of cheat code."
Mash sighed deeply, her hands still resting on the hilt of her sword as she eyed Ritsuka. "It's not like he's trying to hide it. But... yeah, sometimes I really don't get how he does it either. It's like he just knows how to use these things when they're needed."
As the battle settled down, the remaining wyverns and dragons struggled to regroup, their numbers severely diminished by Ritsuka's overwhelming attack. But in the distance, Jalter and her allies were still very much alive, even if the tide of the battle had shifted.
Jalter's gaze remained cold and calculating, but even she couldn't mask her surprise at the destruction Ritsuka had unleashed. "So that's your trump card, Ritsuka...?" she said, her voice tinged with both admiration and irritation. "No matter. You won't get away with this."
Behind her, Vlad was ready to charge again, his monstrous dragon roaring in fury. "You may have taken out most of my soldiers, but you haven't beaten me yet, boy."
Lancelot, however, remained eerily calm, his sword still drawn, awaiting the moment to strike. He glanced at Ritsuka, his expression unreadable. "I won't underestimate you again, but this fight isn't over."
Ritsuka, despite the exhaustion he felt, straightened up, his grip tightening around the halberd. His breath came in short bursts, but he wasn't about to back down. "This is far from over," he muttered, the determination in his eyes unmistakable. "I've got plenty more where that came from. Let's see who breaks first."
Just then, he felt a warm presence beside him. It was Medusa, who had been standing quietly behind him during the chaos. Her violet eyes met his, full of understanding and trust. "Don't push yourself too hard, Master," she said softly. "We're all in this together. You don't have to bear the weight of everything alone."
Ritsuka looked at her and gave a tired, but genuine smile. "I know... Thanks, Medusa."
As he steadied himself, Mash took another step forward, her shield raised and ready. "Let's finish this together," she said, her voice filled with the same unyielding resolve.
The air was thick with anticipation. The enemy was still formidable, but the power of teamwork—and the strength of Ritsuka's allies—would guide them to victory. Despite the drain of using Rhongomynaid, Ritsuka knew that the battle was far from over, and with each step forward, he could feel the weight of their mission pressing him onward.
The tides of the war were shifting, and Ritsuka was ready for whatever came next.
Jalter then looked at Ritsuka as she did some quick maths in her head. "Wait he is tired, everyone in his side is back, I am in full strength, he is weakened he can't just use it again, heavy hitter like Medusa and Kama aren't here.... Hahahaha".
Jalter then moved in her dragon as she grabbed Ritsuka, as then she nocked him out as they released Ritsuka just got Kidnapped, Medusa looked at her as she ran but then dragon camer her way
Medusa actived her Mystic eyes. "Move"
As she turned them stones, before she stepped on then Brekaing them, she then summoned Pegasus as she started to ride but then she was blocked by Carmilla.
Medusa just looked at her. "I seen you are have chosen to die".
Carmilla was going to say something, but she body was tuirhg to stone effect's of Medusa eyes, she then breaks the stone returning Carmilla back to the throne of hero, but then she saw that Jalter was not there at all as she Screamed an Anger.
Medusa still on Pegasus, she got angry and to say, no should make her angry even if she was not in her Avanger class her Gorgon side started to comer out.
Meanwhile Jalter was quick to fly away with Vlad and Lancelot she knew that Carmilla did her part, as she looked at the knocked out Ritsuka, as she moved her finger to his hair with a smile, her Yandere side being back.
Meanwhile Lancelot and Vlad on there Wyvern just saw that, as Lancelot spoke. "Will she finally got what she wanted, no more detour to Burning french to the ground"
Vlad, perched on his wyvern, couldn't hide the flicker of amusement in his eyes. "It seems like we've finally reached the point where everything falls into place," he said with a chuckle, his voice laced with dark humor. "Now the real fun begins. Burning everything to the ground… It has a certain charm."
But even as the trio soared higher into the sky, Medusa, her rage growing with every passing second, was already moving. Her eyes flared with fury as she searched the battlefield, her gaze sweeping over the chaos she had just created. Her Pegasus galloped with speed, cutting through the battlefield as she swerved past falling debris and shattered stone.
"She'll pay for this," Medusa muttered under her breath, her anger fuelling her determination. "No one takes Ritsuka away like that and lives to tell the tale."
Medusa's eyes narrowed, her resolve hardening like steel. "You should have stayed out of my way," she said, her voice low and dangerous.
Back in the air, Jalter's smile widened as she looked down at Ritsuka, still unconscious in her arms. She leaned down, whispering sweetly to him, her voice dripping with obsession. "Just a little longer, my love… Soon you'll be mine forever."
Vlad and Lancelot exchanged a glance, but neither of them seemed particularly concerned. They knew Jalter's obsession with Ritsuka, but they also knew the cold inevitability of what was to come. She had wanted him for so long that it had become an obsession, and now that she had him, there was no turning back.
"We should make sure no one follows us," Vlad said, glancing down at the chaos below. "Jalter's mind is set, and no one is going to stop her now."
Lancelot nodded, his expression grim. "Indeed. The burning of the French city will happen, and everything else will fall into place. The war is far from over, but the beginning of Jalter's reign has just started."
In the distance, the sound of the battle still raged, but it seemed like nothing more than a background noise to the rising storm that was about to sweep through the lands.
As Medusa mounted her Pegasus, her eyes glowing with anger, she vowed to track down Jalter, to reclaim Ritsuka no matter the cost. But deep down, she knew this was just the beginning of a much darker conflict. The stakes were higher than they had ever been, and with Ritsuka's kidnapping, it was no longer just about survival—it was about stopping a mind consumed by madness.
"Hang on, Ritsuka," Medusa whispered to the winds. "I'm coming for you."
Later that night after Team A and B meet up, and lest say Kama and Morgan weren't happy to hear what happened
As the tension in the camp grew thicker, Medusa walked back to the group, her face tight with frustration and concern. She had scoured every inch of the area, her Pegasus moving with incredible speed, but Jalter and her dragon were gone. There was no sign of Ritsuka, no trace of the chaos that had just ensued. It was as if they had vanished into thin air. Medusa was angry, not just at Jalter but at herself for not being able to stop it.
"Dammit..." Medusa muttered under her breath, as she approached the group.
Kama was the first to snap. She grabbed Mash by the collar and shook her furiously. "He got what?!"
Mash, struggling to catch her breath, finally managed to speak through the barrage of shakes. "Ritsuka... he got kidnapped... by Jalter."
Kama froze for a moment, her eyes narrowing with an intensity that could cut glass. "What do you mean kidnapped?!" She shook Mash again, her voice rising with desperation and disbelief.
Before Mash could respond, Morgan stepped forward, her icy calmness almost more terrifying than her fury. Her gaze fell on Mozart, who had been looking around nervously, avoiding eye contact with her. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow you up right now," Morgan said, her voice low and venomous. "You said we should split up, and now my husband has been kidnapped by our enemy."
Mozart's face turned a sickly pale as Morgan's cold stare pierced him like a dagger. His mind raced, trying to come up with any excuse or reason for what had just happened, but all that came out was a stammer. "I... I... I um... I um..."
Morgan didn't give him any time to finish his excuses. "10," she started counting, her voice growing colder with each number. "9, 8, 7, 6..."
Mozart's eyes widened in panic. "Ahhhhhhhh!" He screamed in a voice so high-pitched it sounded almost like a goat being startled. He was out of his mind with fear.
"Stop!" Mash yelled, finally breaking free of Kama's grip. "Mozart didn't mean for this to happen! It's not his fault!" She turned to Morgan, her voice filled with pleading. "We need to focus on finding Ritsuka. Please."
Kama, still enraged, shot a look at Morgan, her fury still palpable. "She's right. We have to find him, or we'll lose everything."
Medusa, her hands balled into fists, glanced around the group, her usual calm demeanor replaced by anger and frustration. "We'll get him back. No matter what it takes."
Morgan's expression softened slightly as she exhaled deeply. "Fine, but I'm not letting anyone get away with this. We will find him and bring him back. I'll make sure of it." Her words were filled with a promise, the weight of her resolve clear in her eyes.
"I don't care how many dragons, wyverns, or enemies Jalter has at her disposal," Medusa added, her voice cold but determined. "I'll tear the world apart if I have to."
"Then let's get to it," Kama said, releasing Mash and stepping back, ready for action. "We need to track them down before Jalter gets too comfortable."
The group stood together, their resolve solidified in the face of Ritsuka's kidnapping. Despite the chaos and danger surrounding them, they knew they had no choice but to go after him. Jalter had taken something they all valued, and now they would stop at nothing to bring him back.
Morgan stepped forward, her voice low but commanding. "We'll need to work together. We can't afford to make mistakes. Let's move."
As the night deepened and the stars above seemed to watch their every move, Team A and Team B joined forces once again, united by the need to save one of their own. They knew that they were up against a powerful and dangerous foe, but with Ritsuka's life on the line, they had no choice but to give it everything they had.
The hunt for Jalter had just begun, and they weren't about to lose.
Meanwhile with Gilles De Rais, he was looking at all of Jalter force
Lancelot looked at him. "Are you ok"
Gilles snapped his neck and looked at him. "Am I ok, am I ok, we just invited death it self to our door steps when Jalter brought Ritsuka to her castle, you happy that I somehow managed to turn the castle invisible Before Medusa found us".
Gilles after being summoned by the girl, just wants to create a Evil Jeane D Arc, so she can have her revenge and burn french to the ground as there revenge, but the last thing the Insane Caster expected to happen was his own creation bringing Ritsuka Fujimaru here in there Castle it took all his power not to scream in fight in Meduss almost found they place and even more when Jalter said to put some spells on Ritsuka so he won't be able to use his command spells and will he was sent flying after putting his spell, some type of protection spell, and now they had Goddes (Kama) and Queen Breaker ( Morgan) who is the strongest Caster of her time, to say that he wanted to go back to the throne of hero, will it wouldn't be enough
Lancelot didn't respond immediately. He studied Gilles for a moment, seeing the madness creeping through the cracks of his usually composed facade. It was clear that the weight of this entire situation was wearing on him. "You always had a plan, Gilles. Always one step ahead. Now, you need to trust that we can fight this. You've dealt with worse enemies than these, haven't you?"
Gilles shook his head violently, his mind swirling with all the things that could go wrong. "Not like this... not with someone like Ritsuka involved. Do you have any idea how dangerous he is? He's a master, a true master of servants and Command Spells. And if he gets free..." He didn't finish the thought, the terror in his eyes making it clear that even the thought of Ritsuka regaining his freedom was enough to send chills down his spine.
Lancelot sat silently for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "Then we must find a way to keep him contained. We can't allow him to escape, or else everything we've done will be for nothing."
Gilles glared at him, his frustration palpable. "Contain him? Do you think that's easy? The boy's powers are unpredictable, and with the Goddess and Queen Breaker after us, there's only so much we can do. It took every ounce of power I had just to cast the spell on him that suppressed his Command Spells. And even that might not last long."
Lancelot sighed. "Then we need to prepare ourselves. For whatever happens next, we need to be ready. You brought this on yourself, Gilles. Now we all have to face the consequences. You'll have to stop whining and start fighting, because if you don't, we'll all be finished."
Gilles growled in frustration, but he knew Lancelot was right. He had to pull himself together, or they were all doomed. He couldn't allow this madness to spiral any further, especially not with Jalter's fixation on Ritsuka. The only thing they could do now was prepare for the storm that was sure to come. And for Gilles, the question wasn't if they could survive—it was how long they could hold out before everything collapsed around them.
As the darkness in the castle seemed to deepen, Gilles couldn't help but feel the crushing weight of the decisions he had made. It was too late to turn back now. All he could do was hope that he could keep his creation and his fragile alliance from crumbling under the pressure of the incoming storm.
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