Boyzilla: Yes, also I love Saber. I think Artoria is the best Servant in the Fateverse... and Hakuno the best Master. It's the best team!
Ghost777: I completely agree.
Josh B: Avalon? Maybe... Cú Chulainn... Maybe... but no Berserker (sorry, no Greek influence in the Old World).
TrueVirtuoso: Definitively... NOOOOOOOOOOO! Slaanesh and the other gods of chaos are a sufficient nightmare-inducing material without adding Meltlilith or Kiara.
Ailine1: The model of the Bretonnian society is the French feudal era (11th - 14th century). In this era, 75% of the girls are married before the age of 18.
Rex Militibus
(King of the Knights)
The quest for sensations is an end in itself. Go beyond what is safe and mundane to know the true pleasures and pains is the way to Slaanesh.
First Commandment of the Slaanesh Cult
- Monsieur le baron, wake up...
Arnaud de Saint-Pal groaned in his sleep and beat his eyelids, disturbed by the raw light falling on his face. He would have liked to be able to return to the land of dreams and finish his night, but a respectful voice continued to call him near his ear: "My lord, you must wake up."
With a sigh, he stood up and opened his eyes.
Arnaud, baron of Saint-Pal, belonged to the small nobility of Bretonnia. People of his rank rarely had positions at the court of King Louen Leoncoeur... he was an exception. It had the titles of "Chamberlain of the King" and "Master of Ceremonies of the King".
Most members of the court thought that his role was to prepare banquets. But the title of Chamberlain meant in fact that he had the key to the king's bedroom...
- What is going on?
Arnaud de Saint-Pal glanced at Planchet, his valet. The latter held a lantern that lit his bedroom. Behind him, the baron identified several men-at-arms figures. A usual situation for him, the sad privilege of the Chamberlain was that he was the only one entitled to wake the king in the middle of the night. Anyone who felt that bad news had to be communicated to King Louen had to take him out of bed first to make him judge the situation.
Planchet retreated, while Arnaud de Saint-Pal's wife, half-awake, turned sideways. The man who stepped forward to replace the valet wore a red and blue gambeson with the royal crest on his heart: "Mister Chamberlain, worshippers of Slaanesh entered the castle using secret passages... no" he corrected "passages supposed to be secret. Their target must have been the occupant of the Hugo Tower."
Arnaud de Saint-Pal acquiesced; he knew that the king had been hosting a young woman in this tower since yesterday. However, despite his position of trust, Louen Leoncoeur had not put him in confidence and he, therefore, did not know who she was.
Noting the hesitation of the guard, the baron urged him: "Well, tell me, then! Is she dead...?"
He shook his head trembling. No, the followers of Slaanesh were too cruel and perverted to inflict the mercy of a swift death. "... they took her away, didn't they?"
- No... something happened, she's a saint... she called an angel to help her!
Arnaud cast an unbelieving glance at the armored peasant that stood before him:
-An angel?
- A woman in armor armed with a sword made of winds. She killed four worshippers and captured the fifth.
Arnaud de Saint-Pal would believe in angels the day he saw them. However, he now had enough information to make his decision. A guest of the king had been attacked by Slaannesh's slaves inside the palace. This was a major offense.
- Planchet, my clothes.
It was necessary to inform the king without delay.
Those who met King Louen Leoncoeur for the first time believed he has between thirty and forty years. And even, only his marked face prevented him from being given only twenty years.
Nevertheless, being awake in the middle of the night reminded the king of his actual age too well.
He was 90 years old.
20 years on the throne, more than 70 on the battlefields.
The power of the Grail flowed through his veins, a promise of long life. If he was wounded in battle, a golden light would close his wounds. Like all Paladins and Knights of the Grail, he was almost immune to disease, and time had a little hold.
with the threat of the end of the world hanging over their heads, anxiety and lack of sleep took their toll on this large, robust body.
Awakened in the middle of the night, many lords had gathered around the throne. They discussed in small groups in the large, affluent Gothic hall with a high vault from which circular chandeliers bearing candles hung. The room was cut in two by pillars bearing the statues of the different kings of Bretonnia. The windows were decorated with stained glass. The walls alternated paintings mixing blue and red. In winter, a chimney large enough to be fed by tree trunks provided heating. It was decorated with the coat of arms of the crowned lion, emblem of the kingdom.
Sitting on the throne, a high wooden cathedra under a dais of scarlet cloth, surrounded by halberds, King Louen listened to the report of Robert de Blois returning from the walls of the castle.
The archers were now awake and were deployed on the walkway. Every ten men, one of them held a torch to light his comrades. Sergeants-at-arms and battle pilgrims searched the secret passages and the interior of the castle with the help of dogs and Grail's damsels.
Louen approved the measures with a nod:
- Send knights to Couronne's doors. Have safety instructions checked? Don't anyone come in or out without a pass bearing my seal.
- Yes, my king.
- At the first light of dawn, launch Pegasus patrols. Let them sweep the region from the Sea of Claws to the Grey Mountains.
As Robert de Blois retreated after he had bowed, the entrance doors turned on their hinges. The conversations were extinguished as two women crossed the hall towards the throne.
It was a chain reaction.
The lords closest to the door had been silent; strangely impressed... the silence had caught the attention of the more distant lords who had come closer... before remaining frozen in their turn, dazzled by the beauty of one of the newcomers.
Louen Leoncoeur, of course, recognized Hakuno Kishinami. After all, she came to join him here at his invitation. As for the second, it must have been the "angel" of which the guards spoke. A Servant deduced the king... one of the heroes reincarnated by the Moon Cell.
- Welcome, damsel Kishinami. I would like to apologize for putting you in danger. I underestimated the enemy and you almost paid with your life.
Hakuno shook her head, her face remained expressionless but her eyes were surprised:
- Why apologize? You had nothing to do with it.
Louen smiled:
- That's generous of you, but that's not true. Your safety was my responsibility.
- Your Majesty, I am Artoria Pendragon, a humble knight in the service of my lady. May I inquire of the aggressor, of his strength?
It was "the angel"... Artoria Pendragon? Louen detailed her. She hardly seemed to be more than sixteen years old. In spite of her youth, he emanated from her the aura of a war leader. Yet Artoria Pendragon stood two steps behind Hakuno Kishinami, visibly attentive, radiating with calm confidence, the very image of the competent bodyguard.
As for her appearance... her hair seemed to be covered with gold dust, held in a braid wrapped on his neck and tied by a blue ribbon. A fringe of hair leaving a rebel bit prepared for the shock of two large emerald eyes. The face was narrow, open, intelligent, the mouth small, the chin tiny.
A porcelain doll face!
One imagined a slender body under the dress of blue fabric discreetly sewn with gold, worn on a white petticoat. However, in a shocking way, her hands disappeared in gauntlets, and she wore a breastplate connected by the belt to a strange skirt of metal slats that descended to her ankles. Even her feet were jackbooted with steel.
Armor, strange and impractical one... but she wore armor.
Apparently she didn't carry a weapon. However, the guards' report related that Slaanesh's slaves had been killed by a "wind sword".
Louen Leoncoeur noticed the sudden narrowing of the eyes of the young woman who claimed to be a knight. Apparently his prolonged silence did not please her. She used to command and be obeyed.
The king nodded thoughtfully:
- Your attackers? An unknown cult of Slaanesh worshippers, a chaotic god of pleasure and suffering.
Artoria Pendragon accepted the explanation by a movement of the chin barely pronounced:
- I would like to participate in the search for these cultists, Your Majesty. They attacked my lady.
Hakuno Kishinami herself appeared surprised by the resolute air and anger of her Servant. However, around them, the noble Bretonnians had recovered from the appearance of these two women... and they began to take offense: "A woman knight?" "They stand up before the king, it is an affront".
These murmurs and others even more derogatory rose around them. Initially, Artoria welcomed this demonstration with complete disinterest. Nevertheless, despite the combination of circumstances that had made her the winner of the Grail War, Kishinami remained uneasy in public. She shook her two hands on her chest, turning to one side of the other, to look at the small dozen of lords with velvet hoods and fur-lined doublets that surrounded her.
Hakuno was not afraid... she had faced the wrath of Berserker and the cruelty of Lancer. A pack of angry nobles couldn't really impress her. But deep down, the Master was still the lonely teen girl of Class 2A... She was not as pretty as the other high school girls, or as charismatic as Leo, or as arrogant as Shinji. Just an NPC sitting on the last chair at the back of the class, part of the scenery... she wasn't created to be an actor. Feeling exposed to so many looks deprived her of her means.
- Master?
The metal gloved hand of her Servant rested on her shoulder. The contact seemed to convey part of Artoria's assurance:
- Have confidence.
Hakuno turned to look at the warm smile of her mysterious Servant. The woman in armor had told her name and that she belonged to the Saber class, but they had not yet had time to speak. However, Kishinami had spent many hours in the library of the Moon Cell. "Artoria Pendragon"... it looked like a well-known name of history and legends. She even faced a Servant related to the King of Knights.
When she turned to the nobles, the face of Artoria Pendragon became mineral hardness:
- My lords, swallow your aggressiveness, it does not suit this noble assembly. Lady Kishinami is the Sovereign of the Moon Cell and her rank does not place her below your own sovereign.
The reply had for a moment surprised the lords of Bretonnia. However, the mention of this "Moon Cell" meant nothing to them. They proved their arrogance by mocking:
- Sovereign? A woman?
- How could a woman lead a nation?
-Not even a woman... a child, at best
The expression of anger on Artoria's face would have pushed back all those who knew her. She would have tolerated such insults if they had been addressed to her... after all; she had a great deal of experience in this matter. But she did not accept the contempt they addressed to a person under her protection.
The knight woman would probably have said something that would have pushed the swords out of the sheaths and only Louen Leoncoeur could have prevented the blood from flowing... at least for on this one!
Fortunately, before something irreparable happened, someone with even more authority than the king intervened. The voice was feminine, calm, almost a watery murmur... Yet, by a strange effect, everyone heard it and everyone was interrupting: "Must you be blind, children of the beautiful Bretonnia, so as not to see the mark of royalty when it is present twice before your eyes?"
As one man, the nobles of Bretonnia placed their knees on the ground. The guards, even King Louen, imitated them. On the face of each of them, there was mystical ecstasy... it was necessary to return to the banquet of the first victory of Gilles the Breton so that so many people see her at the same time. And that was over 1,500 years ago!
Hakuno, frozen by surprise, saw Artoria, in turn, put a knee to the ground.
The woman who was walking towards Hakuno and Artoria was tall and beautiful... but no one would have taken her for a human. Her skin was blue, her eyes without irises. Her green hair looked like seaweed and adorned with a wreath of flowers. She wore a green bliaud and a blue cloak. In her hands was a golden chalice filled with a luminous liquid. Arriving in front of Artoria, the strange woman stopped:
- It's been a long time, King Arthur, too long...
- Yes, Lady of the Lake, too long...
A brief smile appeared on the Lady's face. Then, she turned to stare at the astonished Bretonnians: "A king is the sovereign of a people, no matter her gender if she is recognized as worthy of the throne."
The Lady of the Lake stayed only a few minutes, just enough time to explain that the Moon Cell was... another Grail more powerful than the one she kept. Hakuno had won an ordeal and managed to drink the contents of the Grail... In fact, the Inheritor of the Moon could have even corrected by saying that she had actually been immersed inside. Since then, she was recognized as the Sovereign of the Moon Cell.
When the Lady of the Lake had left, a real commotion had passed through the crowd while some people started talking about "miracle" and "divine apparition".
King Louen invoked the affairs of the state to leave the room with the two women. Together they joined his personal office.
It was there that Artoria agreed to tell her story to her Master and the King of Bretonnia.
Since childhood, Artoria had been raised as a boy, under the name of Arthur. Her adopted father was the old knight Ector and her foster Brother Kay, according to Artoria "the best of the brothers". Having read the legends of the Round Table, Kishinami had some doubts but did not express them...
The childhood of Artoria unfolded rather happily even though the king of Britain Uther Pendragon, had died when she was eight years old. Since then, the country was plagued by conflicts between the great princes who claimed the throne. In this chaos of private wars, the Saxon invaders no longer met any organized opposition and invaded one region after another.
When "Arthur" was fifteen years old, a great tournament was held to designate a new king. She was then her brother's squire. However, having forgotten Kay's sword, she returned to the tent to find it... Cutting through the fields, she discovered a magnificent sword planted in a boulder.
As she approached, a man wrapped in a white cloak warned her that if she removed the blade from the stone, she would never be human again.
Because it was Caliburn, the "Sword of Selection" and on the hilt, a golden inscription reading: "Whosoe'er pulleth out this sword of this stone is rightwise king born of England."
Artoria passed the test.
It must be said that the man in white, the magician Merlin, revealed to her that she was the daughter of King Uther Pendragon. Secretly raised by Ector as a boy, her destiny was to assume the throne and save the country from evil lords as invaders.
However, it took her years to fight against the other Bretons and the Saxons to unify his kingdom. Some suspected that Artoria was a woman, but she guided them to victory battle after battle, she was just and selfless. The people needed protection. The lords needed a king to guide them, she was recognized by all.
Until Caliburn was broken.
The Lady of the Lake offered Arthur an even more powerful sword which she called "Excalibur" or the "New Caliburn" but it was not the sword to which she had devoted her life. Nor did Excalibur guarantee her rights to the throne.
To give the impression that everything was going well in the kingdom, Arthur was forced to marry Guinevere. A fake marriage of course...
Later, Morgane-le-fay, her half-sister created by her dark magic a "son" who was, in fact, the double of Artoria.
Things went wrong.
Guinevere cheated on her "husband" with Lancelot du Lac, the Lady's own son.
Louen Leoncoeur considered Artoria for a moment with a shocking air, but she continued her narrative without worrying about the king's reaction.
The affair turned into a real crisis in Britain and Guinevere was condemned to death. Lancelot went mad and attacked the other knights of the kingdom, killing Gareth and Garethis. Artoria, pushed by their brother Gawain, chased Lancelot to his castle in Armorica, there, Gawain challenged Lancelot to a duel and was killed (1).
But while King Arthur was absent, his "son" Mordred had taken power, proclaiming herself king. Artoria returned to Britain and fought with her weakened army against the usurper. Mordred had gathered all the knights who had left Camelot because they did not understand King Arthur, and also the lords who envied her, as the enemies of the kingdom, such as the Saxons and the Irish.
There was a great battle on the hill of Camlann.
It lasted until sunset. Almost all the combatants died. Then Artoria and Mordred met during the bloody epilogue of this pathetic mess.
Artoria killed her "son" but not without receiving a fatal blow.
The Servant stared without seeing the wall of King Louen's office, her eyes in the void, lost in contemplation of his memories:
"As death seized me, I made a pact with the world. I had sought the Grail without ever finding it. However, four of my knights were able to approach it. Lancelot who was not admitted into its presence because he had known carnally the queen, Bohort and Perceval who were not considered worthy to drink from the sacred chalice... and the pure Galaad, son of Lancelot, who alone was given to contemplate the interior of the sacred cup... He died three days later without having opened his mouth to reveal what he saw. As death drew near, I obtained not to die until I had found the Grail. The pact meant that I could be invoked anywhere I could have a chance of getting it. In exchange for what, I should serve my summoner."
Artoria returned to silence, having finished her story.
Louen Leoncoeur was disgusted... He looked at this calm girl in front of him. Unlike Hakuno, he had never heard of King Arthur until then, but he understood the extent of her achievements. The anger overwhelmed him. All she had done was sacrifice herself for her country over and over again... not even to have the right to know the last rest. Per is Knight Oath, Louen had sworn to protect the innocent from injustice. After more than seven decades of wearing armor and sword, he had never seen such an obvious case of iniquity!
Naively, Hakuno asked the question which the Louen refused to ask:
- King Arthur, I managed to summon you here because there is a chance that you will get the Grail?
The blond-haired knight had a soft and sad smile:
- Call me Artoria or Saber, Master. The answer is yes.
- And what if...
Kishinami hesitated, but Artoria finished in her place:
- If I get the Grail? I will be sent back at the moment of my death, and I can use it to save my country.
- But why? You have spent your life in... and... well, you have already done everything possible.
Artoria fixed the ceiling while continuing to smile with sadness:
- One of my predecessors as King of Britain was a giant called Bran the Blessed. One day his army had to cross a river. There was no bridge and magic made that no one could swim across it. He then said this: "Whoever is leader be the bridge". And Bran lay down over the river, and they threw clays upon him, and the troops passed over his body. In Britain, it became a proverb. (2) And I am the king.
The hours of the night had been used to investigate the cult that had revealed itself. The interrogation of the captive led to the search of several houses of Couronne. Other cultists had been captured in their beds and in turn interrogated.
At the first light of the day, a small army came out of the gates of the city. About a thousand men were walking on the road to Artois.
First came a hundred knights with magnificent armor covered with brightly colored armored tabards. Their horses were covered in silk. They had shields on their left arm, and a long conical spear on their right hand. Each of them had a cylinder-conical helmet enhanced with precious metals with a silk veil and surmounted by a figurine: head of unicorn or pegasus, standing lion or erect sword or even sparkling sphere.
Above them passed Pegasus knights, their armament was hardly different. And if their mounts were flying thanks to white wings like those of swans, their dress and their steel headdress were similar to those of the steeds.
The bulk of the troop, however, was made up of infantrymen, Swordmen-at-arms, spearmen-at-arms, halberdiers, they wore simple quilted cloth gambesons, or - for the richest ones- chain mail. Not all of them had helmets. Simple, inexperienced militiamen, they were looked upon with contempt by the knights who considered them worthless troops.
The archers were no better seen. The Bretonnian bow was rigid and not very powerful, it did not shine by its reach or by its penetration. The shooters were simple levies of peasants clothed in motley overcoats, almost rags. With their heads sheltered by a hood, they walked with their backs bent, without daring to look up at their arrogant lords.
The only infantry unit of any value, the battle pilgrims closed the procession. With their heads shaved, they wore office dresses under leather armor. Their shields without emblem were covered with Ex-voto leaves fixed by wax stamps. They were fanatics who worshipped to the ground trampled by the Knights of the Grail.
Among the knights, a white haquené covered with a blue and gold dress carried Artoria on a high saddle with horns. Despite her small stature, the knighted woman seemed perfectly comfortable among the men in armor.
She held a mule with a sure foot by the bridle.
In all fairness, Hakuno Kishinami was happy that Saber was guiding her steed. Having never ridden any animal, after only an hour of being shaken, the Inheritor of the Moon had its back and butt mashed. Probably couldn't even stand up tomorrow. She was especially afraid of losing control of the mule - albeit placid - and getting hurt or making a fool of herself.
The news of the visit that the Lady of the Lake had paid her... and especially that Hakuno was somehow another "Lady of the Lake" had... how to say? Let's say that the knights were now in awe and the peasants... in adoration.
She was obviously uncomfortable with the situation. It seemed completely absurd to her. Each time one of the knights began to speak to her by giving her "Milady", she had to fight the impulse to turn to look who was the lady behind her, still not being able to believe that he was addressing her.
One might think - that pleasant or not- this situation has many advantages. But Hakuno had a sharp tactical sense and knew that finding herself on a pedestal could get her the worst problems. Religious fanatics like the battle pilgrims could very well turn against her at the first clue that she "usurped" her title... except of course that she had asked nothing! And that the Moon Cell had not asked her for his opinion to send it on the Old World!
A Chinese proverb tells of a rabbit who took a tiger for a hill. When the feline woke up, the poor little rabbit was transformed into a rider of its predator... any fall worth to him to be devoured.
That summed up her situation...
What was she really like? An AI knowing two Codes Casts with an overpowering "magic" ring on her finger... but no knowledge of its use.
In fact, her only asset was Artoria Pendragon.
The charisma of the legendary King Arthur was not a vain word. After imposing on Louen Leoncoeur her participation in the punitive expedition as the secret temple of Slaanesh, she had quickly impressed the man who commanded the army.
Marcel de Dammartin was a Paladin of the Grail.
Which means he held the highest rank among the knights of the Grail.
The helmet placed in front of him on the saddle, he stood turned aside to speak with Artoria. Only the face appeared under the mail hood that covered his head. The features that appeared were those of an elderly man. The beard was white; the eyes very blue were shining with a strange light.
The Servant acquiesced after he had finished speaking of the Pegasus, a subject which intrigued her greatly. These were winged horses found in the Grey Mountains. These animals grazed the grass of the plains, like ordinary horses, but nested in the mountains like eagles. Each spring, some intrepid hunters came to capture eggs and bring them to the Couronne's stables where newborns would be trained to carry horsemen and fight.
Despite ten years on the battlefield, Artoria had never seen an army with an air cavalry. Participating in a battle where she could see them at work made her feel a strong excitement.
"I understand" Saber finally said: "The pegasus play the role of fast cavalry, able to intervene with a wing stroke from one end to the other of the battlefield".
Marcel de Dammartin approved: "Exactly, Lady Artoria, they also excel in scouting or pursuit. They are also used a lot for harassment because they easily withdraw from any confrontation. However, they are vulnerable to archers because the wings and belly are uncovered."
Artoria approved: "I suppose it is not the only winged animals in this country". The paladin quickly replied: "No, of course not. Griffons and hippogriffs are also native to the Grey Mountains. They are predators and the pegasus is their prey. They are rarer and much more difficult to train. But there are some knights, starting with King Louen who has such mounts. Among our enemies, Dark Elves and Orks use the much more dangerous wyverns. Vampires have undead wyverns. Our neighbors, the Wood Elves, domesticate giant eagles. As for the Dwarves, they use flying machinery called "gyrocopters". The most dangerous mounts are the dragons. The Dark Elves have some black dragons, but only the High Elves have domesticated red dragons... Nevertheless, with the weakening of the magic winds caused by the vortex, they sleep most of the time, waking up from afar over the centuries. Still happy... one Great Dragon can destroy a country."
The village of Mantes had a peaceful appearance.
The half-timbered houses alternated with granaries and a forge that maintained the peasants' tools.
A certainly peaceful aspect, but misleading... The lord who lived in the village was a baronet who, out of idleness, was converted to the cult of Slaanesh. He had pushed the villagers to join this sordid cult and now the entire local population was gathering when Morrslieb (the chaotic moon) was full. They welcomed mutants and beastmen into their orgies and sacrificed innocents.
The arrival of the royal army was quickly detected. So many men could not have been gathered without proof of their misdeeds. So they did not try to play the innocent... preferring to fight.
Individuals wearing colored kilts and steel jewelry covered with spikes had gathered in front of their village. However, these pathetic individuals would not fight alone.
The leader of the sect had appealed to the infernal power of his master... a whirlwind of black smoke formed near the worshippers. Golden flashes appeared from it... the center seemed to sink ever farther... towards... elsewhere and immaterial "things" came out of it. They looked like simple sparks but Hakuno discerned some kind of waving arm and faces that seemed to laugh.
These sparks fell to the ground and materialized... in a feminine form... strange, repulsive, but also intoxicating, impudent, sensual and seductive. The purple bodies were almost naked apart from a loincloth and unveiled mystical tattoos. However, they were not human. Instead of hair, they had short horns bent backward. Their feet had only two fingers... they have no hands, replaced by disgusting claws that snapped as they advanced towards the knights.
We could hear their sparkling laughter, their songs, and their... evocative moans as they advanced towards the knights.
Marcel de Dammartin swore: "Daemonettes... they can kill three times their number of men before succumbing!"
Already, intoxicated by the help sent by their god, the cultists of Slaanesh threw themselves forward. The archers opened fire, and their arrows fell among the half-naked fanatics. The result was spectacular and many enemies rolled to the ground.
Disgusted, Hakuno turned her head...but nothing could stop her from hearing the shock of the worshipper colliding with the infantrymen. The cries and clashes of weapons sounded ominous, but the cries of fear and pain that mingled with it were much more terrifying.
A trumpet sounded. Following the signal, the Pegasus knights suddenly fell on the battlefield. Skillfully using their maneuverability, they defeated a group of fanatics, stabbing them, throwing them to the ground and trampling them. In a few moments, they had already massacred a hundred worshippers.
The Daemonettes pulled themselves out of the melee to run on the pegasus.
Artoria turned to the paladin:
- Entrust me with the command of the knighthood, Lord Dammartin.
- So be it, Lady Artoria. I'll stay with Damsel Kishinami, go win the battle.
Hakuno watched as Bretonnia's mighty knighthood formed into a spearhead. Doubling the line of engagement where the two infantry fought fiercely, Saber directed the triangle of heavily armored horsemen towards the enemy's flank.
The horses advanced to the trot... accelerated. At twenty meters, the spears lowered, this was the charge:
- Pour la Dame et Gilles le Breton!
- Pour la belle Bretonnie!
- Slay these unchivalrous fools!
The shock was indescribable. Some cultists were thrown into the air or impaled, while others rode under the horses.
It was horrible, but the Grail war had made her see even worse things. Despite the chaos, Kishinami had not lost sight of Artoria. In the front row of knights, she opened the road using her invisible sword. The blade of wind struck to the right, to the left, in front, emptying among the cultists.
Panic spread in their ranks, already the right-wing had ceased to exist. The knights charged to the center, helped by the infantry. Launched in an impetuous race, the Servant had continued his journey, piercing ever further, breaking in the core of the opposing formation to finally take the Daemonettes backhand when they still fighting against the Pegasus knights.
One might have thought that demoness strong like three men would have been a difficult obstacle to overcome... It was not so. Around Artoria the sliced bodies of the Daemonettes were accumulating as she was spattered with purple blood. However, coordinated by her Master who warned her of attacks and pointed her at targets, the King of the Knights remained untouchable.
The struggle was long only because the demons of Slaanesh did not feel fear and fought without retreating. There was absolutely no quarrel. When the last Daemonette was sent back to the Kingdom of Chaos, banished for the next centuries, the worshippers had long since fled, being chased by knights and foot soldiers.
(1) In Fate/Extra, Gawain is killed by Lancelot (according to the "Lancelot Vulgate"). However, in Fate/ Grand Order (and probably all other works of the Fate's license ) Gawain is killed by Mordred at the Battle of Camlann (According to the account of Mallory's "Morte de Arthur", Gawain survived the fight against Lancelot but was seriously wounded. During the battle against Mordred, the wound reopened, which explains his defeat.)
(2) Based on the mabinogi of Branwen son of Llyr.