King of Dragons

Ch.08: Morgan Le Fay (Part 6)

Yuto merely grumbled after hearing Andrew's motivations. Everything he was saying was just absurd, the nonsense of someone being brainwashed by Morgan.

Yuto knew this very well because he had also played Morgan's game by turning him into a weapon and the only difference between him and Andrew was that Yuto had done it voluntarily since he had been too stupid to realise it.

"Andrew, stop this nonsense," Yuto said, stabbing his sword at the ground. "Do you think Morgan really cares about you?"

It was impossible to determine exactly what Morgan's goal was now, but in her plan, Andrew was just a pawn in her chess to get to Yuto. However, Yuto was sure that Morgan would get rid of Andrew when she no longer needed him.

"Yours are just the empty words of an insect with no power. Learn your place, bow down and die." The arrogant smile on Andrew's face became more marked while the pressure due to the power generated by the dragon core became heavy.

"Yes, even those behind you recognize my clear superiority," Andrew said arrogantly.

Yuto looked around him. While Andrews' allies grinned, believing they were on the side of the winner, those at Yuto's side tended to step back.

Yuto squinted at Andrew. There's no denying that Morgan had done a good job of brainwashing him.

"You don't even realise you're a distraction," Yuto said as he drew the black bow of EMIYA in his right hand and Caladbolg, Fergus Mac Roich's Noble Phantasm, in his left hand.

As Andrew himself said, words were useless.

For a moment, Yuto saw in front of him the ghost of what he had been, who was nodding as if whispering that killing him was okay. He didn't want to be like that again, a bit because now he realised how wrong he had been and then because he didn't want to disappoint Rin and Mordred again.

"I'm counting on you," Yuto muttered.

Yuto's bow style was unusual, and no one understood the danger when he nocked Caladbolg into the black bow, altering the sword to give it a more aerodynamic shape and strengthening it to become an A-Rank Noble Phantasm.

"Andrew, this is your last chance. Stop here and live or fight and die!" Yuto said, shooting the arrow at Andrew's ship.

It triggered an absurd explosion, more powerful and devastating than a bomb, which blew up the ship, killing Andrew's men who were still on board and seriously injuring those on the ground.

"I doubt your men can keep fighting," Yuto said, coming down the cliff to face Andrew.

Those whose spirits had not broken after Caladbolg attacked him as soon as he set foot on the ground; however, they were wiped out, unable to continue fighting or, in the worst case scenario, killed by Yuto. The others, both those on Yuto's side and Andrew's allies, merely observed the one-way slaughter with disbelief.

A sword was neither good nor evil. Those were concepts created by people. So only people could define the nature of a sword. Yuto was in the middle because his actions were evil but aimed for good.

"Are you happy?" Yuto said, pulling the sword from the body of the last one he killed. "Their deaths are upon you."

There was no fight. Their equipment was good, but Yuto's was better. And the fact that he came from the continent meant that he was the kind of mage who could survive persecution. Not only that, but a not insignificant detail was Yuto's quick recovery. Although some had managed to hurt him, they barely cut his clothes without spilling a drop of blood.

"Come on, get up and fight, you cowards!" Andrew shouted, frustrated.

Nervously swallowing, as they rose, the swords Yuto created were fired at them.