Tristan?

*Thud* *Thud* *Thud*

Accompanied by the clear sound of something sturdy hitting the ground, the knights suddenly dispersed to the sides, revealing a slender figure walking out from among them.

It was a girl with long, vivid red-pink hair, wearing a red and white Victorian-style dress with wing-like coattails and a pair of over-the-knee boots. What caught attention was the height of the boots' heels, easily over ten inches, making one wonder if she could walk properly in such shoes.

Watching this girl's appearance, Arkhan frowned slightly.

He had thought it would be a Knight of the Round Table coming, but it turned out to be someone he had never seen before. But it was apparent that this girl's identity was extraordinary.

The girl's gaze swept over the trembling villagers, her lips forming a graceful curve before smiling and speaking up.

"So many people... Looks like I can expand my collection nicely."

"You... You're Tristan!" One of the villagers suddenly exclaimed loudly, fear evident in his voice. "Tristan the Foot Cutter!"

"Heh~? Have you guys actually heard of my name? That's wonderful!" The girl clapped her hands, delighted like a little girl who had just received a reward.

However, as soon as they heard this girl's name, a deeper sense of despair enveloped every villager.

"She's that Tristan who enjoys cutting off people's feet?!"

"She is a lunatic! Every time she kills someone, she likes to chop off their feet, sometimes even the chosen ones aren't spared!"

'Tristan the Foot Cutter' and 'Rampaging Gawain' were the two most famous among the Knights of the Round Table, but their fame didn't come from their heroic deeds, but rather stemmed from their cruel and terrifying natures.

Tristan may look harmless like a typical teenage girl, but almost everyone caught by her couldn't escape the fate of having their feet cut off. Every time witnessing her gleefully using a small knife to cut off someone's feet alive was chilling to the bone.

As for 'Rampaging Gawain', she was even more ruthless than 'Tristan the Foot Cutter'.

At least Tristan remembered her task and would send those 'pure and noble in heart' into Camelot. Gawain, on the other hand, was a complete lunatic immersed in slaughter, a walking disaster. So far, hardly anyone could survive after encountering Gawain, leaving behind only countless corpses wherever she went.

Due to Gawain's excessive killings, the Lion King restricted her movements and stationed her outside the Wailing Wall to guard the gates.

If encountering other Knights of the Round Table might offer a chance for the chosen ones to safely enter the Wailing Wall, meeting these two, even if one managed to survive, there was barely any hope for the rest of their lives.

On the other hand, Arkhan stood frozen on the spot, a flurry of question marks swirling in his mind.

'This girl is Tristan?! Are you fucking kidding me?!'

He knew 'Tristan, the Knight of Lamentation', but the only thing connecting this girl in front of him with the Tristan he knew seemed to be their hair color, and nothing else.

Even the gender changed!

But quickly, Arkhan shook his head and pushed the bizarre matter aside.

In the end, this was a Singularity, where nothing was surprising, no matter what happened. At first, he had assumed this was the Singularity he was familiar with, but now it seemed like a completely different one.

There seems to have been a significant change in this world, much like the two previous saved worlds.

Not only Camelot's enemies had shifted to the Holy Roman Empire, but he also wondered if Hassan-i-Sabbah and Ozymandias were still in existence.

Lost in thought, Arkhan was suddenly interrupted by the heavy and grave voice of the village chief.

"Mr. Arkhan, there's a path behind leading to the outside! Please, take the women and children with you and flee quickly!"

Arkhan glanced at the village chief, noting the resolute tone in his words.

"My old bones can't run anymore. Instead of being a burden, I'd rather stay and buy some time." The village chief chuckled. "Consider it my final duty as the village chief."

"Grandpa..." Mari's eyes brimmed with tears as she looked at the village chief.

One by one, men step forward, determination etched on their faces.

"Dad..."

"Father..."

The women wept, while tears streaked the children's faces, silent sobs wracking their bodies.

"Ahh... planning to resist?" Tristan tilted her head to the side, her tone mocking. "Even though you all know who I am, you still choose to resist... Not very wise, huh?"

As if struck by an idea, her eyes suddenly lit up.

*Clap!*

Tristan clapped her hands together.

"How about this? Let's strike a deal! If any of you happens to be the chosen one, I'll just take one foot this time. Surrender peacefully, no fuss. Those who deserve to die will die, and those who deserve to live will live. Saves me a load of hassle instead of all this endless fighting and bloodshed since, you know, I am a harbinger of justice, after all."

"Ptui!" Moran stepped forward, spitting on the ground. "You butchers! Executioners! Even if I die today, I'll drag you down to hell with me!"

"When did I say you have a say here?"

A cold voice out of nowhere resounded as Tristan suddenly appeared before Moran like a ghost. Her gaze was cold and merciless, her crimson nails aimed at his head.

But at that moment, another voice rang out.

"Who gave you the right to kill in front of me?"

A tremendous sense of crisis suddenly descended from above, causing Tristan's pupils to contract. Without delay, she swiftly retreated like lightning, but unfortunately, her movement was still a step behind.

*Swish—!*

With a sharp sound of wind, a flash of swordlight streaked through the air.

*Pu-chi!*

"AAAHHHHHH—!!!"

A piercing scream echoed as Tristan fell to her knees, agony contorting her face.

*Drip* *Drip*

Blood gushed from her empty right hand as it now lay on the ground before her.

"I'll cut off whichever hand you extend." Arkhan sheathed Jizo Mitama, his tone calm. "That's the price of your disrespect."

The sudden turn of events left everyone present stunned.

Especially the knights, who felt an overwhelming sense of shock. In their eyes, the formidable Tristan was disarmed with just one strike.

"Are you... a Servant?" Tristan gritted her teeth tightly.

In that instant just now, she hadn't even seen nor realized how this man had attacked her. With such swift speed and fierce attack, there was no doubt this man was a Servant.

"The Tristan I know is a knight of honor and dignity. As for you..." Arkhan stared coldly at her. "You're not even worthy of that name."

"Oh... Really?"

A cruel smile suddenly tugged at Tristan's lips.

"Then you can guard your honor in hell!"

*Whoosh!*

Several black bone spikes suddenly protruded from her back, shooting toward Arkhan like lightning.

*Clang!* *Cling!* *Clang!* *Cling!*

However, as a faint glow flashed, his body was instantly covered in a set of silver armor, blocking all the bone spurs that aimed at him.

Seeing this, Tristan's smile froze before it could even fade.

Glancing at the tiny cracks on his armor, Arkhan raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Not bad... You actually managed to crack my armor." Arkhan remarked nonchalantly.

With a light touch, the cracks in his armor instantly disappeared.

It wasn't a repair; he simply switched to another set of armor. After all, he had a thousand sets of armor like this, thanks to the Key of Domination.

Watching this scene, Tristan nearly vomited blood.

That move just now was her most powerful physical attack, and all she got was a 'not bad'?

It was ridiculous!