บท 191: -188- Defeated! Defeated!
In her life, Kiyohime transformed into a great serpent and later into a dragon, forsaking her human form after being deceived by the man she loved. She ultimately used her dragon's breath of fire to burn her beloved to death.
Despite having very low numerical parameters, as a Servant with the Dragon attribute, Kiyohime is capable of breathing flames like a dragon, delivering formidable attacks.
However, Kiyohime's true strength lies not just here, but in her Noble Phantasm.
It allows Kiyohime to temporarily revert to her dragon form, transforming into a flaming serpent that incinerates her enemies. The Noble Phantasm's power is classified as EX-rank, surpassing even the highest A-rank, and is considered to be beyond specifications.
How terrifying would Kiyohime become after using this Noble Phantasm?
This answer will be unveiled in the next moment.
"Roar!"
As the sound of a dragon's roar echoed, the air in the camp grew scorching hot.
A dragon formed of flames appeared within the camp, roaring at the sky.
This wasn't the typical winged and four-legged dragon seen in recent days; it was an Eastern dragon with neither legs nor wings, capable of soaring through the sky.
The dragon formed entirely of pure flames lowered its head, looking towards Tarasque.
"Roar!"
Without waiting for Tarasque to react, the fiery dragon emitted a low growl and swiftly moved towards Tarasque.
"Boom——!"
The resounding boom reverberated through the sky.
The fiery serpent exhaled flames, enveloping Tarasque within its fiery breath.
Tarasque, who was already tormented by the magical sound, had no chance to respond. It directly endured the formidable heat of the fiery breath, letting out a desperate cry within the flames.
"Ugh... Ahhhhh!"
The saint riding on Tarasque was similarly consumed by the flames, her entire being burning and her agonized screams resounding.
Before long, the fiery dragon dispersed, revealing Kiyohime emerging from the flames. She gracefully descended from the sky, her kimono sleeves fluttering as she landed on the ground. She spun in a circle.
"Phew..."
She let out a slow exhale, and Kiyohime returned to her human form, with only a faint flicker of flames still present on her body.
"Thud..."
Immediately after, a heavy thud followed.
It was the sound of Tarasque, now charred black, collapsing to the ground.
Martha knelt beside the fallen Tarasque, her knee touching the ground, swaying.
Yet, the madness in her eyes seemed to dissipate somewhat in that instant.
"Well done..."
With a pair of eyes that had regained their clarity, Martha glanced at Kiyohime, then back at Rozen, who was providing mana in the background. Finally, a smile appeared on her face.
Shortly after, Martha closed her eyes, her body started to emit light, and even the fallen Tarasque behind her began to glow.
In the next moment, like particles of light, both Martha and the dragon dissipated into the air.
The enemy Rider had been defeated.
"We... We did it!"
Mash, entangled with d'Eon, showed a joyful expression.
"That's great..."
Jeanne, who had been engaged in battle with Atalanta, also breathed a sigh of relief.
As for d'Eon and Atalanta, one disregarded the situation with a glance, while the other continued her frantic assault.
This was the downside of Madness Enhancement; there was no sense of teamwork whatsoever. Once the battle began, it was each individual for themselves, with no consideration for the sacrifices of their teammates.
Of course, leaving Atalanta aside, d'Eon at least understood this to some extent.
"After losing Rider, it's impossible for us to defeat the enemy anymore."
Even in his state, d'Eon retained some degree of judgment.
At this moment, Elizabeth and Kiyohime began to argue.
"Let me make this clear: even without you, I could have taken care of that dragon. Letting you deal the final blow was just my generous concession, allowing you a moment in the spotlight."
"Ara~ Noble who are only good at showing off is truly unsightly. So unsightly."
The two girls engaged in a heated argument as if no one else was around.
"That's enough!"
Rozen finally regained his composure after the recent assault of magical sounds. He stood up pale-faced and roared at Elizabeth and Kiyohime in anger.
"If you keep bickering, I'll have you both leave the battlefield! Hurry up and deal with the enemy!"
It seemed that being affected to some extent by that horrid song had ignited Rozen's temper.
"Just... just a little pup! How dare you command me!"
Elizabeth was visibly discontented but stopped arguing.
"Yes, Master!"
Kiyohime blushed and nodded submissively.
The two Servants turned their attention towards d'Eon and Atalanta.
The next steps were simple.
"Take them down one by one. First, deal with the Archer, then finish off the Saber!"
Rozen's voice announced the fate that awaited d'Eon and Atalanta.
One would be defeated first, and then the other.
"Ahhh----!"
Unaware that she had become the next target, Atalanta continued to fire a whirlwind of arrows at Jeanne, her eyes crazed. The arrows streaked like flashes of light.
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"
Jeanne, continuing her defense, didn't let the recent hard-won victory cloud her judgment. She deflected the incoming arrows one by one using her holy flag, restraining Atalanta.
At this point, Elizabeth and Kiyohime caught up.
"This time I'm the one taking her head!"
Elizabeth's microphone-like magical lance turned into black lightning. Taking advantage of Atalanta's frantic pursuit of Jeanne, Elizabeth closed in from behind, thrusting her lance.
"I want some praise from Master too!"
Kiyohime stood in place, her folding fan producing flames that formed into clusters, flying towards Atalanta.
"...!?"
It was then that Atalanta, somewhat regaining her senses under the pressure of imminent danger, stopped her frenzied pursuit and prepared to retreat.
However...
"I won't let you!"
Jeanne, who had been in defense mode all this time, suddenly stepped forward, her figure swift as the wind. She darted in front of Atalanta.
"Thud!"
Amidst a dull impact, Jeanne's holy flag struck Atalanta heavily, sending a gust of wind.
Caught off guard and taking a hit, Atalanta let out a muffled groan and was pushed backward.
Behind her, the jet-black magical lance pierced forth.
"----!"
The sharp spear passed through Atalanta's body, causing a burst of blood as it emerged from her chest.
"Ugh... Ahhhh...?"
Atalanta's eyes widened, her voice coming out haltingly.
Soon after, the clusters of flames shot forth.
"Thud!"
In an instant of explosion, the fireball burst upon Atalanta, erupting into flames that engulfed her.
Atalanta was incinerated by the flames, her face showing a dazed expression as her madness gradually faded away.
Finally, this Greek heroine was reduced to light particles within the flames, disappearing from view.
Enemy Archer, defeated.
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