[Fate Compendium record has been updated.]
[Composite Magecraft: Tuning has been upgraded, Level B→B+!]
[Composite Magecraft: Tuning: B+]
[A grand composite magecraft formed by integrating projection, substitution, and imaginary magic solely based on the magus’s talent. Although the level has decreased after fusion, in terms of damage capability and range, it is undoubtedly rated A.]
[Under the genius’s creation, this magic has developed into three combat modes: domain, instant control, and chanting. This is a great forbidden spell worthy of being recorded in history, a guiding morning star for tuners.]
The certification from the Fate Compendium annotated Sakatsuki’s victory, seemingly indicating that even after the upgrade, the tuning magic still hadn’t reached A rank, but that "+" sign proved just how powerful and dangerous this magic was.
Who says the purpose of magic is only destruction?
[Fate Compendium record has been updated]
[King of Knights, Artoria has been defeated, the Round Table proof has been enhanced.]
[Innate Skill: Round Table Knight has been fully charged, skill breakthrough.]
[Round Table Knight: C→B]
[Round Table Knight: B]
[Gained the ’Round Table Knight’ trait, magic parameters have increased by one level, Magic: B→Magic: A]
[Gained additional skill: Mana Burst.]
[The ability to instantaneously enhance weapons and body by releasing mana. For those who are "abnormal," with more training, the attributes and control of Mana Burst will greatly improve.]
Suddenly, a wave of energy erupted around Sakatsuki, quickly dissipating.
"Is something wrong, Sakatsuki?" Artoria turned sharply, sensing a change in the young man before her.
"No, it’s just a bit unexpected," Sakatsuki suppressed his inner joy, trying to appear nonchalant.
Mana Burst, this is truly Mana Burst!
For a warrior, this skill is undoubtedly a divine technique!
The seemingly delicate Artoria can shatter the earth with a single sword strike, and her offspring, Mordred, can unleash beast-like strength. Not to mention Karna’s Mana Burst Flame—that is a power so great it can incinerate even the Noble Phantasm, Excalibur!
He had thought that after the skill upgrade of the Round Table Knight, it would further enhance his physical abilities, but the true reward was even more generous; it was the divine technique he had always wanted.
After consuming the heart of a dragon and acquiring the skill [Dragon-kind Modification], Sakatsuki had once tried to mimic Artoria, attempting to develop the ’Mana Burst’ skill on his own. Unfortunately, his martial arts talent was quite limited, and he had still been separated by a thin veil. Now, he had finally obtained this skill.
Of course, applying it in actual combat would still require more training.
Having acquired Mana Burst and swindled a large amount of resources from Ritsuka, Mana Burst was in high spirits and decided to cook. His EX-level culinary skills received unanimous praise from everyone, even the competitive Tamamo-no-Mae ended up tearfully conceding defeat.
After a lavish dinner, it was time for the intense game of Werewolf.
Who had died last night?
Filled with tension and anticipation, everyone took their seats around the Round Table, eagerly awaiting the outcome.
And the Holy Grail system appeared right on time.
[Night Result of the Second Day: Player 14 has died]
When Sakatsuki realized that Player 14, Draco, was dead, his face stiffened, disbelief washing over him as he looked at the werewolf group’s little black, incredulous.
Did you predict my prediction of your prediction, or did the bronze consciousness crush the king?
I thought I was going to die, and yet you all chose the real Seer?
Draco wasn’t particularly surprised by her death; she merely cast a meaningful glance at Kuro, then turned her gaze to another person, and decisively jumped off her chair, heading back to the courtyard, leaving the remaining players behind.
[Please choose the speaking order, Sheriff.]
[Player 13, please speak]
"Ah, the Seer is dead," Kuro shrugged, looking quite helpless. "Looks like we’ll have to rely on Sakatsuki-oniichan from now on."
For the good faction, the death of the seer meant they lost their night vision; they could only deduce who the werewolves were through the logic of daytime speech.
Fortunately, there were a few players in the game who were not seer but were even better than seer—namely, Sakatsuki and Artoria.
As soon as Kuro elongated her tone, Sakatsuki knew something was about to happen. Sure enough, Kuro’s golden-red eyes shifted to the usually silent male servant.
"I can’t help but feel that Mr. Diarmuid and Mr. Kojirou have been a bit too quiet, don’t you think? If they were werewolves, lowering their presence would be a good strategy, right?"
Successfully planting the seeds of suspicion, Kuro took her seat, satisfied as she observed the ensuing developments.
She was a werewolf, so she didn’t need to exert much effort in logical deductions; after all, the seer was already dead, and as long as they didn’t make mistakes in their speech, the initiative would remain in their hands.
"Um... I think I’ll pass. This game is a bit too complicated for me."
Next, Illya chose to skip her turn, and when it was Mordred’s turn, this notorious troublemaker suddenly came up with a "great idea."
What was Mordred’s reason for participating in this game? Was it for victory and a wish from the Holy Grail?
Hmph, shallow and cliché!
She admitted that those two things were indeed very tempting... but one must know, the figure she had chased her whole life, the person she most wanted to defeat or surpass, was also in this game!
Why seek distant goals? If she wanted to see her father... no, if she wanted to see King Arthur make a fool of himself, why rely on the Holy Grail? She could just push him out of the game!
Of course, it would be even better if she could trick her father after obtaining the Holy Grail, hehehe...
If in the first two rounds little Mordred could still hold back her impatience to participate in the game, then the fact that the silly-haired one hadn’t made a move yet had made Mordred unable to endure any longer.
Rebellion must be initiated!
With this thought in mind, Mordred, upon gaining the right to speak, immediately dropped a bombshell.
"Ahem, at this point, I think I should announce my true identity and raise the flag for the good faction again—um, yes, my true identity is the Dreamcatcher!"
Mordred’s sudden revelation of her identity caused everyone to exchange glances, with Diarmuid instinctively looking at Sakatsuki, who shook his head slightly, seemingly denying something.
Due to everyone’s attention being drawn to little Mordred, no one noticed the interaction between Diarmuid and Sakatsuki.
Meanwhile, little Mordred continued her speech: "In fact, I chose to protect our seer, Player 14, on the second night. Unfortunately, the Dreamcatcher cannot protect the same person consecutively, which is why the werewolves had the chance last night!"
After finishing her trust-building spiel, Mordred eagerly turned her attention to her father, beginning to play the role of a dutiful child:
"So you can trust me! King Arthur must be a werewolf, and the prophet must have been killed by her. I’m the Dreamcatcher, so you all have to believe me!"
Thinking this would be enough to take down Artoria, Mordred sat down, already lost in her imagination of the silly-haired one kneeling on the ground, crying and sobbing.
Hehe, you big-headed ghost! Didn’t you see the silly-haired one draw Excalibur?
Sakatsuki looked at the grinning Mordred, feeling a wave of frustration.
This was a typical mistake of a novice playing Werewolf, thinking her perspective was superior, believing that just by claiming an identity, others would trust her. In reality, her statements were riddled with errors, and she was seen as the sixth wolf by the good faction, not even knowing how she would meet her end.
Moreover, little Mordred’s sudden move had completely disrupted Sakatsuki’s plans.
He had originally intended to find another werewolf during the day and vote her out. This way, if he could capture Kuro tonight, victory would belong to the good faction.
But with Mordred’s blunder, even the most discerning person could see that she had issues.
Did she really think others would believe her words? No way, right?
Not to mention the poised Artoria, even Sakatsuki felt his blood pressure rising, nearly choking on his own breath.
Truly the rebellious knight; only Lü Bu could rival her in the art of backstabbing!
Next, he could only hope that his arrangements wouldn’t go awry...
As Sakatsuki rolled his eyes internally, Tamamo-no-Mae and Kiyohime finished their speeches in succession. The already filled with rage Artoria stood up, casting a cold glare at little Mordred.
You’re dead, I swear.
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