The Delinquent's Grand Order

True Dragon's Domain

With two allies in tow, the group continued on to the fortress. Despite the majority of wyverns having retreated, plenty of them were still flying about, quickly carved by the lot of them as Siegfried and Georgios easily cut through the lot of them.

"How is your body feeling, Siegfried?" Keiji asked.

The man swung his sword a couple of times after having finished off a group of wyverns. "No problem. Whatever you did, I can feel no negative ailments hindering me. If my senses are correct, it'll be most useful driving off Fafnir."

"That's nice. I'm not the best when it comes to using my utility powers that way. I'm more of a fighter than supporter." Nodding at each other, Keiji then turned to the saint. "By the way, Georgios, is that really Ascalon?" he asked, showing a lot more interest than some of them might have thought.

Georgios stopped. "Yes, is it that surprising? This is a part of my legend, after all."

Keiji smiled at that. "I guess you could say I have some history with that blade. I haven't gone out dragon-slaying as much, but it's a blade that has truly been amazing. Of course, it look a lot different now that it has been upgraded."

'So Keiji-senpai has been on many adventures I don't know of. Perhaps I should ask about it later,' Mash thought, Olga close by and making sure to have her safety checked with their Shielder.

The saint nodded. "I see, so you possess a form of Ascalon yourself. How fascinating. Then there should be no issue with these wyverns. That is good, there are more heading this way. It would seem that the enemy is aware of us coming to them."

Artoria pointed Excalibur to the sky, her Mana Burst coming forth and condensing down as she utilised Invisible Air. A powerful rip through the air, condensed mana and her element blowing through them, rendering the skin of the wyverns away in a flash, turning them into chunks of meat and bones. The resulting air blasting their corpses further distances away.

"We'll end up being here all day if we don't pick up the pace. Now's the best time to hurry it up!" Jeanne spoke, rallying them all under her flag and charging forward as they moved to cover the distance faster.

Olga feeling her exhaustion beginning to hit her as the lot of them took to moving forward faster. "Wait, I'm a Magus! I'm not built for this!" she complained, running all the same, even when her lungs felt like they could implode at any moment. 'Just my luck! I'll have to make a reminder not to slack on any physical training!'

***

Finally arriving so close, a spray of wyverns were cut down nearby. "There's some more people fighting it seems," Marie commented, Mozart sighing in relief at that. They didn't have any problems taking down the wyverns, but having done it too many times had made the act all the more monotonous.

A knight shrouded in a dark mist roared, unintelligible noise as two wyverns rushed him. One of them charged forward, only to be overloaded and torn wildly with a single, well-placed strike. The other wyvern being dodged even as it grazed the knight. The blood from the first fallen wyvern was ingested by the knight, healing him as the other wyvern screamed from being pinned down from the tail.

Before the knight could administer the killing blow, a dark grey sword cleaved its head off; the edge of the blade having another portion atop it; a curving, hammer-like protrusion that lacked any dullness that could be assumed from its shape. "My job as an executioner beckons me, but I'd wish they'd come one by one."

The young man's blue eyes were both dull and focused as he continued clearing waves of wyverns, moving with high agility and thankful that they could be taken down with relative ease. His dark cloak almost being caught by one of their jaws; luckily, the dark mist-covered knight cleaved through it with a stone, the aura surrounding it making it like a Noble Phantasm; the only way such a weapon could have torn through the beast.