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"One human, three Heroic Spirits, and all of them are women." The Masked Servant ignored them and instead assessed the three people present as if counting prey.

"Tch... So you still came, Saber." Katniss didn't call her by her real name, but instead teased her, "Is it alright? Your Master probably told you not to come here to die, right?"

“It doesn’t matter.” Saber pointed her sword at Shiomi. “Half is yours, half is mine. That man is my prey.”

Shiomi was not surprised to realize that she was being targeted by a Lostbelt Servant, and to the extent that she had disobeyed her Master's orders.

"Is this Ophelia's order? Or is it the Servant's arbitrary decision?" Shiomi abandoned her charge and slowly moved away from Scáthach, confronting Saber.

“It’s arbitrary, but it’s also for the Master’s sake,” Saber said coldly. “I’d like to see just how powerful the man is, the one who makes Ophelia wary.”

Shiomi's smile gradually turned murderous: "The Russian Caster thinks the same way, and hopes that your strength can live up to your words."

Just as Morgan said, although he is a Lostbelt Servant, he has an ominous aura that does not belong to a Servant.

Perhaps, like the fairy knights of Britain, they themselves have different lineages and origins, resulting in a significant difference from their counterparts in the pan-human history.

He silently gave Morgan a look, signaling her to prioritize supporting Scáthach in ending the battle.

Seizing this moment of distraction, Saber's eyes flashed red and she launched an attack on Shio, only to find that Shio's figure had turned into a blur during her advance.

From that phantom, the crimson demonic spear followed a straight line, heading straight for Saber's heart.

Saber raised his sword to meet the attack, the blade scraping against the gun with a sound that sent shivers down one's spine.

Boom-!

As Saber was about to unleash her second attack after the first exchange, she was struck squarely in the stomach and sent flying backward, crashing through four or five trees that would take two people to encircle.

The crashing trees sent up a flurry of snowflakes, startling the silent forest birds in the distance.

Shiomi slowly lowered her foot and watched as Saber emerged unharmed from the snow.

"So that's how it is. You have such power and speed. Even though I was a little careless, I still underestimated you." Saber exuded a clear killing intent.

“That sword, it really is a demonic sword. After all, I can’t sense even the slightest trace of a holy sword.” tide Jian slowly stepped forward. “If you want to test me, at least show me your true abilities first, Demonic Swordsman.”

“It is truly unpleasant to be looked down upon to this extent by humans.” Saber drew her sword.

"Then let me meet you on his behalf!"

A clear, melodious voice came from above. Just as Saber was focusing her attention on Shiomi, Artoria had already used her magic to leap into the air and launched a full-force charge towards the masked servants on the ground.

Then, both Shiomi and Artoria witnessed a shocking scene.

Despite being Saber, she used rune magic.

Moreover, it is the original rune.

"Oh? The Demon Swordsman is also knowledgeable about the principles of primordial runes."

Shiomi used the same rune to neutralize Saber's magic, forcing her to fight back with melee weapons.

"Could it be..."

He roughly guessed Saber's real name.

Chapter Ten: Fierce Battle on the Snowfield (2)

To make a final confirmation, Shiomi decided to let Artoria fight Saber. The swordsmanship of the Holy Sword Wielder and the Demon Sword Wielder were equally strong, and it would be difficult to determine a winner in a short time.

However, Shiomi had already seen the problem. He seized the moment when Artoria was being countered and thrust his crimson spear into the snow, causing the snow to change shape.

Snowflakes transformed into sharp, deadly short spears, surrounding Saber. Taking advantage of this moment, Shiomi grabbed Artoria's hand and returned to a safe distance in the instant of the magical attack.

He glanced at Katniss, who, with Morgan's magical support, was gradually being manipulated. Now he only needed to focus on this side.

"How are you feeling?" Shiomi asked Artoria in a low voice.

“That sword…no, it gives me an uncomfortable feeling.” Artoria clenched her fists. “Could that sword be a treasure for slaying kings or dragons?”

“Saber’s true name, the answer is already clear.” Shiomi raised her hand to signal Artoria to step back. “Thank you for your probing. Next, we’ll switch places. You go to support Master, and I will have Morgan help me take down Saber.”

Since their compatibility was unfavorable, there was no need to take unnecessary risks and force a confrontation. Artoria quickly turned around and changed the battlefield.

Saber knelt in the snow, his body bearing several marks of frostbite. As he moved, the ice and snow cracked and fell away.

"Primordial runes? A mere human magician knows about things from the Age of Gods?" Saber was surprised.

“I wanted to say that too. As a demon swordsman, you know rune magic, and you might even possess a Noble Phantasm with legends of slaying kings or dragons.” Shiomi dragged her spear slowly across the snow. “Your real name must be Sigurd, right?”

"You only know my real name, don't think you've got the victory in the bag. I'm not that Siegfried, I don't have any weaknesses like my back." Siegfried stretched his neck and shoulders impatiently. "Warm-up over."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shiomi and Sigurd's weapons clashed again, and this time, Shiomi felt immense pressure.

"This force..." He stared in astonishment as his weapon was pushed back.

Despite having magic to enhance his body, his strength was so significantly inferior.

It's not magic or the release of supernatural power, but rather a more direct and pure display of superhuman strength.

The vermilion spear was pressed down little by little, and the forward-leaning demonic sword, Guram, was only inches away from cutting through the skin on Shiomi's forehead.

As if he had seen a glimmer of hope, the red eyes on Sigurd's mask shone brightly.

The next second, he saw Shio's expression suddenly turn cunning and dangerous.

A chill ran up her spine and into her head. Saber almost reflexively pushed Shiomi away with all her might, swung her sword backward, and knocked away the second crimson spear that was heading straight for her back.

The red spear that was knocked away did not fall, but instead spun around in the air a dozen times before slowly coming to a stop.

“Using runes to make weapons achieve semi-autonomous attacks, what a tough man to deal with.” Saber snorted.

"Legend has it that the demonic sword 'Dawn of Destruction' (Gram) was bestowed upon the Sigurd family by Odin." Shio, however, released the crimson spear in her hand as if no one else was around. "It is a rare treasure that brings glory, envy, destruction, and destiny together when a king is chosen."

This crimson spear, like the other one, floated slowly into the air, entangled by runes, aiming at Saber, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

"...Heh, you seem to know a lot about these things. Before the great heroes of the Norse, your strength has already fallen to a disadvantage, so how can you possibly fight me?"

As if mocking her, whenever Saber was certain of her chances of winning, Shiomi ruthlessly shattered that confidence.

Upon recognizing the third gun that slowly appeared in Shiomi's hand, Saber was shocked and furious, and even her mask could not conceal this emotion.

"Judging from your reaction, you recognize this gun?" tide Jian held the gun, her wrist slightly rotating. "The great god Odin bestowed his weapon upon me, so use it to defeat you, great hero of Norse mythology."

"That gun... The gods actually gave their weapons to humans?" Saber's reaction became quite strange, her boundless anger burning like flames, almost turning everything in her sight to ashes. "Did you plan to kill me with this gun today, to complete what you didn't finish, Odin—!"

He held the sword in his right hand and turned his left hand toward Shiomi.

"Since that's the case, and it has nothing to do with Ophelia or anything else, for the sake of that gun, I'm going to kill you right here, Master of Chaldea!"

Enraged, Saber's eyes blazed red as she charged toward Shiomi like a raging dragon.

The battlefield shattered at that moment, and it was no longer a test of moves and magic.

Saber intends to kill Shiomi, but Shiomi will not let Saber off the hook.

Morgan looked at the battlefield and shook his head helplessly: "They told me to provide support, but now that the fighting has turned out like this, how can I possibly help?"

As she spoke, she slightly raised her hand, pointing towards Scáthach and Artoria, who were locked in combat with Katniss, intending to bring the already tilted balance of the battlefield to a proper close.

Dark blue chains emerged from the void, grazing Scáthach and Artoria's sides, and precisely attacked Katniss from all directions, locking her within them.

Such a god-level servant naturally possesses magical resistance, and Morgan's magic has taken this aspect into account from the very beginning.

Even with her B+ strength, Katniss couldn't break free from the strange chains. She then focused her magic on her constantly activated Noble Phantasm, "Sea God's Favor," using its absolute and conceptual defense, which is accompanied by immortality, to withstand the upcoming attacks.

Meanwhile, Saber, who lost her composure upon seeing Gungnir and was blinded by rage, also fell into Shiomi's trap.

The explosion was deafening, and the earth and forests shook.

The knee-deep snow was completely washed away, revealing the permafrost beneath. Saber, who had always maintained her arrogance and indifference, collapsed in a pool of blood, severely injured.

"As expected of the great hero of Northern Europe, he even managed to force me to use my last gun."

Shiomi, carrying Gungnir and Longinus, landed at the edge of the pit. He slightly raised his chin, and the crimson spear floating in the air obeyed his will, aiming at Saber's body, about to pierce the heart and soul core of the dragon-slaying hero.

Katniss and Sigurd, who arrived with absolute confidence, were on the verge of defeat when someone came to their rescue.

Let's stop here.

A somewhat familiar voice rang out from the sky.

Not overtly forceful, yet exuding authority.

Then suddenly, a rune-like light flashed across the sky, and two figures, one purple and one black, slowly descended to the ground.

The one in black is Ophelia.

But the woman in the elegant purple dress almost made tide Jian think she was seeing things.

"You are……"

Chapter Eleven: The Snow Queen (1)

Before Shiomi's eyes, a woman slowly descended upon the ravaged snowfield. She looked exactly like her master, Scáthach, except for a slight difference in her demeanor.

If the master is majestic and awe-inspiring, then this woman possesses an all-encompassing maternal instinct.

"This is really..."

Scáthach, who also noticed this, let out a soft chuckle in surprise.

This was a situation she hadn't anticipated: meeting another "self" in the Lostbelt.

Of course, it's not entirely accurate to say it's just myself.

The other party is not Scáthach from the Lostbelt, but another being that, while being established as a god, incorporated elements of the existence of 'Scáthach'.

The two are not completely equivalent; they can only be approximated by drawing a line between them.

Just like the difference between Morgan in Pan-Human History and Morgan in Chaldea, or the difference between Artoria Pendragon and Artoria Castor.

However, the goddess's appearance successfully prevented Shiomi from killing the severely injured Saber, and she calmly watched over her instead.

"Since you want me to stop, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

As Shio spoke, she glanced at Ophelia.

"But Ophelia doesn't need to be so formal. We're all acquaintances, so there's no need to be so distant."

"Shiomi-sensei..."

Ophelia remained tense, and even while standing behind the Lostbelt King for protection, she had no doubt that Shiomi had the ability to bypass Skadi and kill her.

Even though Mingxi didn't seem to be murderous when she looked at her, Ophelia couldn't help but feel afraid.

"Then, may I ask who you are? Judging from your magical power and spiritual energy, you must be a goddess or something similar." Shiomi's gaze had already fallen on Skadi. "If you're just using your wicked hobby to bewitch people with the same face as my master, I might not be able to hold back my rage."

“My master?” Skadi was slightly surprised. Her gaze swept across the battlefield and she saw Shiomi’s companions. Finally, she noticed Scáthach. “I see. No wonder the knights and the messengers of the gods fought so hard.”

Even though Skadi was able to grasp the situation within the barrier while in the royal city, she couldn't confirm the specifics of Shiomi and her group. The magic she used for observation was like being shrouded in a blurry fog when it came to these people.

Then, she straightened her expression and looked at Shiomi with seriousness.

"My name is Scáthach Skadi, the ancient and absolute god who rules this land. There is no need for you to bow before me. As the man entrusted with that spear, you are my equal. First, let me thank you for hearing my plea and sparing the lives of these two Servants."

“Skadi…” tide Jian understood.

According to the other party, when this Nordic goddess was created, the element of a master was mixed in, and she was eventually created as Scáthach Skadi.

Perhaps it's due to the special circumstances of the Lostbelt, or perhaps for some other reason.

Then there's no need to worry about it.

Furthermore, she expressed a particular attitude towards Shiomi's possession of Gungnir.

"You're welcome, it was nothing." Shiomi looked at Skadi, "But for the King of the Lostbelt to personally come to the desolate snowfield for a single Servant, he must be quite important. Is he Ophelia's Servant?"

“What a perceptive man, I like him very much.” Skadi gazed at Shiomi, a slight smile appearing on her face. “As you said, the knight is indeed Ophelia’s servant. Whether it is her or the knight, as beings of this land, I will cherish them as my own children. I was merely listening to my daughter’s voice and stepping forward to advise her.”

After saying that, Skadi added, "Killing this man now would cause some unnecessary trouble."

"So the King of the Lostbelts in Norse mythology is the Mother of All Things?" Shiomi sighed.

At least for now, the other side has no intention of being hostile, and he doesn't really want to start a war.

After all, the purpose of this trip into the Norse Lostbelt was to investigate things related to the Norse gods.

Moreover, facing this face that is just like her master's, and fighting to the death against him, Xijian felt that even if she won afterwards, she would still feel bad about it.

“That’s one way to put it,” Skadi smiled, her eyes narrowing. “So, I’ve already heard Ophelia’s report. The Chaldea group should have been my enemies, but I didn’t know that among them was someone entrusted with the ‘Declaration of the Great God’ by Odin. What exactly is going on, Ophelia?”

Skadi's voice sounded like a sigh, and although her tone was gentle like a spring breeze, it made Ophelia extremely nervous.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't know that either," Ophelia quickly explained.

Seeing this, tide Jian felt guilty and said something on her behalf: