Arthur Questing

Behold, the beast’s huge head. The place where there should have been a grotesque snake-like face.
Now, there is only a gaping hole there.

Transforming his body and sword into lightning that ran faster than anyone on earth, the King of Knights pierced the giant beast’s head through the flame breathe from the front.
The red which soaks and sticks to his surcoat is not his, but the giant beast’s.

Saber: “Britain will not be destroyed. I will keep on fighting against it. So……”

The Questing Beast collapses to the ground.
Like a marionette with its strings cut―――