Aozaki Aoko Case File

"Bringing the dead back to life, huh…" Oberon, who had been feigning cheerfulness, finally dropped his false smile and became expressionless. "That's what I hate about Magicians… People who can cheat fate, easily win happiness, and reverse tragedy—they're enemies of the world, no matter how you look at it."

"Ara~ara~, being called an enemy is the highest praise for me," Aoko smiled a little wickedly. Her immense malice was on full display, the mysterious glow of the Magic Crest shining on her fair skin. "But don't worry, I'll make sure Blanca lives a happy life from now on~"

"What are you talking about?" Oberon frowned. "Why would I care about that moth?"

"Say whatever you want," Aoko shrugged and, using the Principle Blood Ring's authority, placed Blanca into the forest of the Ark World. "Are you still wearing that human disguise?"

"You're not thinking you've won, are you?" Oberon said expressionlessly. "Look at this sinful island…"

As Oberon spoke, an indescribable being squeezed out of the cracked land of Britain. Its size was colossal, its form bizarre. For a moment, no one—including the Chaldea members—knew how to describe it.

It was a semi-transparent worm, made of black fibers, over a thousand kilometers long.

But calling it a lifeform was a stretch—it lacked any real organs, just black root-like hair on its segmented body, a gaping maw big enough to swallow Camelot and a pair of wings on its back.

"That's the Abyss!" Holmes said on Chaldea's comms. "It can't be seen on monitors, but something that can be described as a spatial hole is flowing… Ritsuka, can you see it with your eyes?!"

"I could see it since just now!" Ritsuka replied, cold sweat pouring down. "Are we supposed to fight that thing? How can we possibly win?!"

"Don't panic," Aoko reassured her. "It's just a bug."

"You're right," Oberon, now surrounded by a black aura, said. "It is just a conceptual bug, but it's also the bottomless pit that will destroy Britain and overturn this planet."

"It'll swallow everything on this planet and drag it into the abyss forever," Oberon laughed. "That's Earth's fate—doesn't it sound great?"

As he finished, darkness engulfed Oberon. Countless unknown insects and butterflies flew out, swirling around him.

Shedding his disguise, he now wore a white shirt, a cloak made of butterfly wings, still somewhat resembling the Fairy King, but his limbs had become thin, sharp insect legs, and four semi-transparent, fly-like wings grew from his back.

"My name is Vortigern…" Oberon=Vortigern said slowly. "I am a fantasy born from the legends of Proper Human History, taking shape through the form of Fairy King Oberon, and also the will of Britain, yearning for destruction with the end of the Age of Mystery."

"The White Dragon of Britain…!" Mash, with the Galahad spirit origin, immediately remembered the legend. Though not the same being, Galahad's memories told her the claim wasn't a lie.

"Honestly, these fairies are hopeless—killing gods, creating islands to make up for their sins… then, unsatisfied, using corpses to fill the sea and create land. It's shameless, unscrupulous."

"It's disgusting—just looking at these fairies makes me want to puke," Oberon sneered. "I thought you, as a human outsider and Magician, would agree. Yet you saved some guilty fairies…"

"In that case, die with them," Oberon said. "Starting with your precious city, let it be devoured by the Abyss Worm!"

The worm-dragon in the sky moved its massive body, maw closing in on Camelot. Yet Aoko wasn't worried, because Artoria, holding the Principle Blood Ring, was working to transfer all of Camelot into the Ark World!

A violent flash of light and vortex-like space distortion—Camelot vanished from the giant abyss, and in the Ark World, a new ring of buildings appeared around the city!

Oberon's face went blank as Camelot vanished. The worm-dragon bit down on nothing but rocks.

"Alright, everything's done," Aoko crossed her arms and cracked her knuckles. "Now it's your turn."

"What are you—" Oberon's words cut off as Aoko's hand clamped over his face, her four spindle-like engines flaring with magical power, propelling her to supersonic speed.

Holding Oberon by the head, she flew off the Chaldea warship's deck like a fighter jet, accelerating until she broke the sound barrier—"Sister Aoko! She's got Oberon—!" Ritsuka reported to Holmes. "What do we do now?!"

"Get back to the bridge with Mash, quick!" Holmes said. "It's too dangerous outside. This Lostbelt is about to collapse—no, this planet is about to collapse!"

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Aoko's vast magic and pre-cast protection spells reinforced her body to an unbelievable degree. Even flying at supersonic speed clutching Oberon, she felt no discomfort.

But Oberon's mortal body was different. Even as his spirit origin peaked with the world's collapse, it had limits—his insect wings and limbs were burning from the friction and heat.

He never thought a Magician could be this strong and brutal. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't break Aoko's grip—how did she even look like a Magician anymore?!

But Aoko knew brute force wouldn't kill Oberon=Vortigern. She needed to send him "there."

She accelerated again, sonic booms pulverizing nearby rocks, and dove with Oberon straight into the worm-dragon's maw—the Abyssal Pit.