Crazy Britain:They’re All Raising Me

"By the way, Guinevere, what's the name of that woman who just came up to talk to you?"

After handing over the twenty-eight Demon God Pillars to the others outside the city, Guinevere and Nocnare quickly made their way into Washington City. On their way to the White House, Nocnare suddenly asked:

"It seems like you take her words pretty seriously... Who is she?"

"Ah? You mean Miss Nightingale?" Guinevere was slightly stunned. Although he instinctively felt that something was off, he answered honestly:

"I do pay attention to what she says. Not only can she see through people and situations with one glance, but she's also an extraordinary person... She's contributed to all of humanity in Pan-Human History, truly an amazing individual."

"To borrow words from my most admired person, she's a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, someone beyond base desires, someone who benefits the people... It's an honor to fight alongside her in the same camp."

"Oh..." Hearing his words, Nocnare's voice trailed off. "Since you respect her so much... how about pledging allegiance to her?"

Upon hearing this, Guinevere's heart skipped a beat.

No wonder he felt something was off earlier... What had he been doing? Had he just been passionately praising another woman in front of Nocnare, who had just confessed to him?

If this were Artoria, she probably would've exploded right then and there.

"Hey, don't make that face. I was just joking," Nocnare suddenly chuckled and lightly poked Guinevere's cheek with her finger. "I just wanted to try a bit of jealousy, seeing how other couples act... But I'm not that bothered. I trust you."

Saying that, she put her hands behind her back and quickened her pace.

"Alright! Let's hurry up, we've got a tough fight ahead, don't we?"

However, watching her walk ahead, Guinevere suddenly spoke.

"But, Nocnare..."

"While Miss Nightingale is indeed remarkable, she's not a ruler, and doesn't need subjects. Even if she has followers, I wouldn't be one of them."

"And if we're talking about someone more suited as a romantic partner, to be honest, there's someone by my side who is far more fitting than her."

Nocnare suddenly stopped in her tracks.

A few seconds later, she blushed, turned around, and lightly pursed her lips.

"Alright, alright, now you're making me blush. Why do you have to be so cheesy? Hurry up and catch up."

Seeing her rare shy expression, Guinevere smiled and shook his head, quickening his pace to catch up.

"By the way, it's so quiet on the streets... there's not a single person around?"

"Yeah, that's a bit odd," Guinevere nodded. "Maeve already recalled all of her Celtic soldiers, so logically, this place should be packed with her troops... Looks like she might have other plans."

Even so, Guinevere wasn't overly concerned. No matter what Maeve was up to, all he needed to do was charge straight in... after all, strength was the reason for a king's existence.

In fact, even if he had no allies this time, even if Nocnare hadn't swayed the Celtic Servants, he could still take on Dilumudo, Fenrir, Beowulf, Fergus, the Mad Dog, Maeve, and the twenty-eight Demon God Pillars... He might not be able to wipe out all of them, but wiping out more than half, including Maeve, was certainly within reach.

That was the confidence that came with the resurrection after three days of death.

"Oh, looks like you're not completely foolish; you noticed that too," Nocnare remarked at that moment.

Suddenly, a crimson spear came flying from afar, hurtling toward Guinevere and Nocnare, exuding an intense aura of doom.

Or rather—death's will.

Sensing the overwhelming intent of death, Guinevere's expression shifted, and without hesitation, he immediately stepped forward, grabbing Nocnare's shoulder and throwing her backward. At the same time, he leaped into the air, heading directly toward the incoming crimson spear.

The moment the spear hit him, it was as if an explosion of thunder had struck, sending out a deafening boom. Violent magical energy erupted into the sky, scattering nearby buildings and leaving a trail of destruction. The overwhelming death aura completely flooded the area, turning everything within its reach into certain death.

This was the Noble Phantasm: "Piercing Death Spear".

According to Guinevere's memory, this spear was a higher-level version of the one wielded by the Mad Dog. Unlike the spear in the hands of the Mad Dog, which would certainly pierce the opponent's heart, this spear also had area-of-effect abilities, making it a particularly tricky weapon to deal with.

Realizing the danger in an instant, Guinevere acted swiftly to throw Nocnare out of range, using his own body to absorb the attack to ensure she wasn't affected by its instant-death effect.

As for Guinevere himself?

In the next moment, the intense crimson magic was sliced apart by a violent wind, and from within, a shadow flew out, heading straight toward the spear's trajectory. Only when it got closer did Cú Chulainn see that it was actually a round shield.

Just as he was about to retrieve the spear and strike the shield aside, it suddenly exploded, a wave of heat bursting forth and sending Cú Chulainn staggering back, his skin scorched black.

"That's strange..." Cú Chulainn muttered. "You managed to take my Piercing Death Spear head-on, yet your attacks feel even more relentless than before."

Guinevere gave a cold laugh.

"I admit, your instant-death spear has its merits... but not by much. I should thank you for helping me lower my health threshold, dog."

Just moments ago, when he had faced Cú Chulainn's Piercing Death Spear, Guinevere had immediately switched his class to Berserker, using his unique Berserker skill, Endless Frenzy, to absorb the blow.

[Skill: Endless Frenzy·A+ (This skill is only available when in the Northern King class as a Berserker. When in combat with a designated enemy, all attacks from that enemy will be reduced. If the enemy is about to deal a fatal blow, it triggers a Battle Resurgence, restoring a small amount of health and rendering the user immune to damage for 5 seconds.)]

In short, it was a youth version of Heracles' twelve trials, with Guinevere having ten chances for a Battle Resurgence.

At this moment, after Cú Chulainn's attack pushed him into his Battle Resurgence state and left him at low health, Guinevere's Bravery in the Face of Death and Unyielding Valor were activated, pushing his stats to A+ across the board.

"Ah... it looks like it's something like Battle Resurgence skills, right? And probably something that boosts your fighting power when injured?" Cú Chulainn surmised.

Though Guinevere hadn't revealed much about his abilities, Cú Chulainn quickly figured it out: "But it doesn't matter. If one time doesn't work, I'll kill you twice. If two doesn't work, I'll kill you three times. I'll kill you sooner or later!"

"The power of the entire Celtic army is now mine. With my current strength, even if your teacher was here, I could easily crush her! I'll see how many times you can cheat death!"

With that, his eyes burned with fierce intent, and his figure transformed into a crimson streak, appearing before Guinevere in an instant. He thrust the spear forward, the tip of it cutting through the air with a shrill screech, as if the wailing of thousands of souls followed in its wake.

"Bring it on!"

Guinevere's eyes lit up with battlelust as he summoned Vik's Spear into his hands without a hint of hesitation, ready to face Cú Chulainn head-on.

With a loud clang, their weapons collided, the sound of clashing steel echoing like a tsunami, shattering nearby windows and cracking the buildings themselves. In that moment, both warriors were locked in a battle that seemed to split the very air, neither giving an inch.

"Huh?!"

Guinevere's eyes widened. Despite his enhanced strength at A++, Cú Chulainn was matching him blow for blow!

But at the same time, Cú Chulainn's face darkened further—Maeve had infused him with the power of the Celtic soldiers she'd recalled, but despite his tremendous strength, he was still locked in a deadlock with this mysterious warrior.

Who was this guy?

And why, even now, was he still smiling?

"That's what fighting is all about!" Guinevere laughed out loud, his blood pumping with excitement.

The battle raged on.