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Mashu felt her irritation, locked in her chest, trying to break free. But, unable to cope with the pressure of the situation, it remained locked inside, forcing Mashu to desperately seek a new avenue of attacking her enemy. The King of Kings was not an enemy where such a distraction would not cause her to die instantly.

Jack was extremely fast, definitely faster than Mashu or Jalter. It was in a blink of an eye, and she was already behind the back of the enemy, the King of Kings. But as she raised her daggers to attack, dozens, no hundreds of magic arrows eviscerated her small body. Instantly turning the Servant into nothing more than torn flesh and clouds of blood.

Jalter rushed forward, arriving in front of the enemy only a moment behind Jack. The blade flashing in her hands could strike terror into a dozen Servants in her path, but to the King of Kings Jalter might as well be swinging a particularly large cucumber. Just as Jack's attack didn't even seem to attract the King's attention, so did Jalter's attack was summarily ignored. Not that her blade reached the King.

A moment later, dozens of spears emerged from the ground, seeking to skewer Jalter's body. Was the King's attack some kind of magic or an ability that automatically defended him? Alas, Mashu was not in a position to indulge in such idle thought about the matter. She watched as the spears forced Jalter to dodge to the side. Only to now be in the path of a ring of light that seeks to destroy her in her unbalanced state.

The ring of light unfurled, turning into a dozen rays of destruction, cutting through stone and metal on its way with the same ease as it would cut flesh.

Mashu was not idle. She was in the path of attack a second before it could hit the out of position Jalter. But still, even her steady shield could not hold back the full strength of the King of Kings.

Crashing into the shield like a swarm of angry wasps, some of the target-seeking attacks slid easily past Mashu's shield, bypassing her shield entirely, before crashing into Mashu's body. Only Ainz's spells prevented her from dying instantly.

Mashu wanted to scream in pain, but the pain and the weight she's feeling on her shield did not give her even the leeway to do such a small thing.

'Hold on, Mashu, just hold on!'

Mashu was not sure who said these words - her or Galahad's, but she tried to fulfill them, continuing to hold her shield upright with all her strength.

The King was not interested in Mashu's thoughts, he did not even shift his gaze to note her presence.

Jalter took the opportunity that Mashu had provided with an incredible cost to herself, and she swung her sword towards the King of Kings. Before her blade could even reach, countless chains wrapped around Jalter's body tightly, disallowing even the smallest bit of movement. She was thrown aside like yesterday's garbage through the air, crumpling into a heap as she struck the walls of the cave.

The King merely watched the fallen body of the Servant in dissatisfaction, continuing to silently observe the actions of the Servants in front of him. With Jack dead and Jalter incapacitated, only Mashu and Fran was left.

Fran barely managed to take one more step towards the enemy before a gout of flames engulfed her. Even from behind her shield, Mashu could feel the overwhelming heat from the lick of flames that had consumed Fran completely.

With a blast of electricity, Fran freed herself from the white-hot fires. With a bestial roar, Fran leaped towards the King of Kings and swung her mace.

Galvanism, the ability to harness and convert any magic into electricity with the power of science, belonged not only to Tesla.

However, the King was not even paying any notice to Fran's attack. As Fran descended to land her attack, a maw opened under her feet. The opening swallowed Fran whole before she could finish her attack.

"For Daddy!" Jack, whose vitality, was buffed by the imposed spells of Ainz, struck out of the shadows. Her durability had surpassed what the King of Kings had calculated, causing an expression to appear on his face for the first time in this entire fight.

"Hmm," The King started talking for the first time, "Amazing vitality. Perhaps I will even have to pay a compliment to your new Master, Jack."

Jack then struck with all her possible strengths, trying to plunge her blade into the body of the King of Kings as deep as possible.

However, instead of the body of the King of Kings, Jack's blades ran into an obstacle that had appeared in front of her blade, preventing her blade from reaching the King. The barrier, as if woven from dozens of silvery threads, barely buckled under Jack's full assault.

A moment later, completely without interfering with the bored tone the King had adopted, a dozen of blades pierced Jack's body, pinning her to the cave ceiling like a butterfly on a pin.

"Le Grondement de la Haine!" As she recovered, Jalter used her Noble Phantasm without any hesitation.

An ocean of curse flame rushed forward from Jalter's outstretched hands. It came in contact with an invisible barrier that surrounds the King of Kings like a second skin. Undeterred, dozens of blades then rushed out of the ground before exploding in a fiery extravaganza. However, it was not enough.

The blaze of hatred powerlessly collided against a barrier of hundreds of intertwined threads that had appeared around the King.

Jalter gritted her teeth until it hurt. For the first time… She lacked strength.

Ainz had cast buffs on her, strong buffs. So much so that her fire burned the hottest it has ever been. And... it was not enough.

Jalter only watched powerlessly as the raging flames of her hatred strove to strike the King, but only slid powerlessly against his defenses.

After another moment, the network of magic enveloping the King began glowing with light. It was not difficult to guess about what would happen next.

"Lord Camelot!" Mashu's Noble Phantasm emerged a moment later around the King. The walls of Camelot rose around the King of Kings, seeking to isolate his power. It was almost not enough.

A blast of light exploded in all directions, colliding with the defenses of Camelot's walls. Mashu could see the walls cracking.

'Where does such power come from?!' - Mashu gritted her teeth in vexation. 'It was not even a Noble Phantasm! The walls of Camelot cracked with simply one spell?!'

Unheeding to Mashu's aggravation, the King, however, indifferently watched Mashu's struggle, desperately continuing to stand against the might of the Grand Servant.

After another moment, Jack, whose body did not want to surrender in this struggle, tried to strike again. However, as if nothing had changed, Jack's blades struck another shield that appeared in the path of their blade again. The feat of surviving not once but twice forcing the King to speak for the second time in the battle. "Truly commendable vitality. Indeed, my opponent rightfully bears his title."

"Blasted Tree!" Up, upon the bulwark of the walls of Camelot, Fran lifted her mace and used her Noble Phantasm.

She shouted the only words she could say.

In a flash of lighting, the wrath of the gods once again showed their brilliance, as a flash of grandiose lightning crashed into the King's body...

Only to powerlessly slip over the shimmering shield that appeared on its way, not even the lighting of the gods was enough to penetrate the King's overwhelming defense.

"Your attacks are more powerful than I expected," The King's voice was as calm, as if no matter what his opponents would do, nothing could ruffle his demeanor. "But my opponent is certainly wasting his attention and energy on you. No matter how much stronger you get, mere Servants like you will not even be a hindrance for me."

"Oh, I would like to test your hypothesis!" Never before and perhaps for a long time after would Jalter be so glad to hear Da Vinci's voice, - "Uomo Universale!"

According to the novel that had so determined his legend, Dr. Jekyll had developed a serum that was supposed to permanently cleanse him of all his vile thoughts, and all the evil impulses and aspirations that plague him. However, rather than destroying his 'evil', he simply created a potion that divided his psyche.

Did he imbibe the potion to cleanse himself, or was it for a fascination to truly see the dichotomy of human nature put into the starkest contrast possible? Perhaps the truth would never be truly known.

Although, perhaps, in a sense, he had indeed succeeded beyond his wildest imagination. His potion had indeed stripped him of all the 'evil' inside of him.

Dr. Jekyll, a noble and respected gentleman, philanthropist and aesthete, was stripped of all his negative qualities, becoming a truly exalted representative of humanity. He's kind, joyful, optimistic, heroic...

And dead.

In the original book, Dr. Jekyll's evil was not cleansed in a way that he perhaps had hoped for. Rather than stripping him of his evil qualities, the potion had simply concentrated all the good in the poor Doctor, and also his evil, creating another person inside of Dr. Jekyll's psyche. In the end, unable to bear the burden of the crime his other half committed, and fearing that he would lose control of 'himself', the good Doctor committed suicide.

This was the complete, final tragedy of Dr. Jekyll.

And so, in his battle with Shakespeare, Dr. Jekyll's psyche was destroyed just as it was in his legend. And, loathe as he to admit, Andersen admits that the ending was one he could approve of. In his desperation to become 'good', Dr. Jekyll had not noticed the moment when he finally lost the thread of control he has on his mind. Becoming a man at the mercy of his alter-ego by his own inaction and passivity.

However, his second self, Mr. Hyde, although dying along with Dr. Jekyll, was not destroyed. Not in the book, and not in Shakespeare's attack. For in the final throes where living and dying is determined, it was Mr. Hyde that won the battle for dominance in the end.

"Finally, the weakling Jekyll is dead, it's time to make some noise here!"

The serum in the hands of Dr. Jekyll was his Noble Phantasm. It was the very serum from the book that was created in order to forever destroy all the evil that was inside the Doctor. But in the end it also became the gate through which the evil Mr. Hyde entered this world...

"Haha, guys, guess who's going to rip your ass out now?!"

Dr. Jekyll's bottle contained only one sip of the wonderful serum. A dose enough to give Mr. Hyde the ability to break from the prison of Dr. Jekyll's psyche.

Shakespeare swore profusely when his grand play was interrupted by the scribbles written by Andersen's unsuccessful book hack. But in the end he was able to calm himself, if barely.

Oh, what a pity! His magnificent play was ruined by the hands of a presumptuous child, what great disrespect for his talent!

Well, he only needs to write another one, then!

While it was incredibly unpleasant to have someone daring to rewrite his perfect story, he was not in any danger, no matter what his enemies deign to do. Thanks to his skill, as long as the playwright always remained 'off the stage' and 'out of the play', he was out of any harm. It means that as long as his Master was out of danger, and his current Master, the King of Kings, was always out of any danger, he was invulnerable and could allow himself to be, if not relaxed, then at least calm.

And therefore, when Dr. Jekyll underwent his change Shakespeare did not budge, just watching such a transformation with interest. Oh, and what a transformation it was, one could scarcely believe that they were supposed to be the same person!

The glasses that usually rested on the face of Dr. Jekyll had fallen to the ground and was trampled. His hair, usually kept in the very image of kemptness, now rose in a madness of whirlwinds as if under the influence of an invisible wind. With his unbuttoned vest, and his tie seemingly falling to the ground by itself, the transformation was complete. Transforming the British gentlemen that is Dr. Jekyll into the vile and maddened Mr. Hyde -

So, assured of his invincibility, Shakespeare didn't even have the chance to mutter a word as Hyde's hand ripped his head from his neck. Something had happened, unknown to Shakespeare, had put a sense of danger to the King of Kings. Something that had made the supposed to be sidelined King of Kings, part of the story.

And so, Shakespeare died without knowing the reason why. Shakespeare died by the quite literal Deus Ex Machina.

Shakespeare did not even have the time to be surprised at such a development of events. He did not have time to say his last parting words filled with pathos. He did not have the time to laugh at the enemy before his inevitable finale. He did not even have the time to compare his actions with the actions of the villain in one of his plays.

Shakespeare died just like that. Perhaps if he had read more of the literary works of modern times, he would realize just how much 'death flags' he had just tripped. And with his powers basically being based on literary conventions, Shakespeare should really have known better.

With bestial cruelty and force, Hyde's hand tore off Shakespeare's head, dyeing the blue curtains that framed the open window purple. Shakespeare's spilled blood, the finishing touch on his unfinished drafts on the table.

Shakespeare had died - but Hyde, now finally free, wanted more.

And he was interested in catching a much larger fish.

Shakespeare's Noble Phantasm, who had suddenly ceased acting on Mordred, could not ward off the retribution falling on her. The blade of Arthuria, the black Excalibur is still falling towards the no longer controlled Servant. Even without Shakespeare's control, Mordred couldn't undo her past actions, couldn't make herself an ally of Arthuria, and it couldn't save her.

Shakespeare's Noble Phantasm was perhaps the thing that had put Mordred into enacting her betrayal, but canceling it did not magically solve Mordred's current problems.

All in all, it was probably almost pointless to undo Shakespeare's Noble Phantasm at a time when Mordred herself was so close to death.

Or perhaps…

Mordred did not have time to finish her lament - the unrelenting rush of black Excalibur's might had replaced any thought could have had Mordred with excruciating pain.

Mordred's body was ripped apart as the cursed power of the black sword gnawed Mordred's body relentlessly. The black blade cleaved Mordred into miserable pieces of meat that would have died a moment later.

But Mordred didn't die, not yet.

In the past, in the distant hills of Camlann, Mordred had also met her death. In her fight against her father, Mordred was also killed by a blow from Artoria's spear. And yet, even when defeated, and on death's door, Mordred still struck back.

At the edge of life and death, Mordred's tenacity had created a miracle. Battle Continuation, the ability to keep fighting even when dealt a mortal blow.

Mordred had also survived back then when she should have died, even for a second more. And then, she stabbed and killed her father.

Maybe… Perhaps she will also do the same today.

"Clarent Blood Arthur!" Were the last words uttered by Mordred.

History does love to repeat themselves.

The spear that unites magic and humanity, collided with a flame that destroys every miracle.

The Thunderstorm of the King Without Kingdom and the fire of the Enemy Without Enemies.

The strength of both Servants was great and almost without comparison.

If it was Arthuria that was in the path of the black spear instead of Nobunaga, then there wouldn't even be a shred of her left. Physically and spiritually, everything would be wiped to the last. The incredible power of Artoria's spear would have destroyed Arthuria completely, tearing apart everything that makes the Saber-class Servant a Servant.

If Mordred were in the way of the all-consuming fire of Nobunaga, not even a speck of her legend would have remained. Nobunaga's fire would have scoured even the smallest portion of the Saber-class Servant. Her flames devouring and digesting everything from metal to legend.

The two great forces clashed in confrontation and the world was torn in half. A line was drawn in stark contrast with fire and lightning, between Avenger and Lancer, between King and King.

Nobunaga's fire consumed anything thrown against it - Artoria's spear shattered everything that tried to reach it.

For a moment, a precarious balance was established. The two titanic powers collided with each other, and yet not yielding a single iota of space.

The balance wouldn't last however...

"Clarent Blood Arthur!" As soon as the voice reached her ears, a flash of red lightning now joined the red flame. The lightning, so terrifying in other conditions, now seemed completely childish, almost a toy, in comparison against the two titans of power that are colliding with each other.

And yet, even such a small part against the background of the cataclysmic forces was enough to tilt its balance in one direction.

And so Clarent once again found its target, ending the life of King Arthur.

Artoria was frozen in disbelief as Clarent's blade reached her. And so the spear, previously so radiant with power, fell from nerveless hands.

It didn't take long for Nobunaga's fire to take advantage of this lapse in opposition. And so, the all-consuming crimson flame of Nobunaga consumed the figure of the lonely King.

In the clash between the two titans, Nobunaga had won. Still, the victory was not won by Nobunaga's hands alone. The achievement of slaying the King of Storms was not hers.

'Father, did I do my best?' Mordred slowly falls into the darkness.

'Father, was I helpful? Father, did I help you win? Father, are you glad? Are you proud of me, father?'

Mordred tried her best to fight the encroaching darkness, trying to open her eyes to see her Father even for a moment before dying.

'Father, am I your son? Father, did I fight for you? Father, have you won?'

With all her remaining strength, a moment before her death, Mordred was able to open her eyes one last time to see her Father.

But Arthuria was not near, nor far away.

Arthuria was nowhere to be found.

Having finished one battle, she went on to finish another. To fight another's battles. To fight another's wars. To follow another's orders.

In the end, Mordred was once again alone.

'Father, why are you not here?' Mordred fell into darkness for the last time, her strength leaving her. 'Why aren't you with me, father?'

And so, as she returns to the darkness and her body crumbles into motes of Mana, Mordred's last thoughts were only of her beloved Father.

A universal person.

A term first used in the seventeenth century to describe the outstanding, and unique people whose scientific and creative potential went beyond all human reasoning.

Literary critic, art connoisseur, playwright, physicist, chemist, designer, artist, physician, philologist, theologian, were amongst the long list of the thousands of disciplines that the universal man had mastered.

The Universal Man was amongst the Greats of Humanity. Theirs were the knowledge and pursuits of great varieties and depth that anyone reading their history, could be forgiven for asking the question - 'what does this person not know?'.

The answer of Leonardo Da Vinci, the most famous even amongst the famous people of the Renaissance, was simple. "Nothing. I know everything."

All manners of philosophical debates and problems of shipping, in the logistical sense and also in the romantic sense, the management of empires and chemical experiments. How to build all manners of mechanical devices, from nuclear bombs to a windmill. There was nothing in the human world that Leonardo Da Vinci did not study and did not master.

While observing the migration paths of migratory birds, she could pen a letter criticizing a literary creation to her friend with one hand, while the other hand was used in writing down the results of theoretical calculations of super-complex equations. All the while reflecting about the nature of the goings-on of modern states and the historical precedence for waging wars.

Da Vinci's repositories of knowledge were almost endless, and from this breadth of knowledge the rest of her excellence showed itself.

Mathematical equations solved the problems of physics. Theories of physics reinforced the knowledge of chemistry. Knowledge of chemistry became the basis of biology. And the works of medicine grew on the understanding of biology.

In such an incredible repository of knowledge like Da Vinci, thousands of facts and conclusions could be instantly reasoned out. So much so that indeed, 'there's nothing that Da Vinci doesn't know' is a truism. Even the unknown is simply a matter of logical deduction and time for Da Vinci.

And therefore, faced with a seemingly insoluble problem, Da Vinci would only chuckle. Then recalling hundreds of similar, long-answered questions, would give out the answer with no sweat of her delicately manicured eyebrow.

Therefore, anything facing her could not win in any way.

Unlike Paracelsus, Da Vinci's strength did not need to adapt to each opponent, she already knew everything about everything.

Her Noble Phantasm could be called one of the sharpest blades in human history. Greater even than the Last Phantasm Excalibur.

A blade called knowledge.

When her Noble Phantasm reached the King of Kings, Da Vinci instantly knew everything about him.

About each vulnerability, even the smallest ones. About his abilities, from the greatest to the most insignificant ones.

Da Vinci saw each of the billions unseen cracks in the armor of the invincible creature called the King of Kings. Weaknesses that even the King of Kings himself did not know about.

Da Vinci saw how she could deliver the strongest possible blow she could against the King of Kings.

The moment that the Mystery that is the King of Kings is revealed, so does Shakespeare's invincibility run out. Now that the King of Kings theoretically could be in danger, Da Vinci had unknowingly caused Shakespeare's death.

Of course, just knowing that there is a weakness, it doesn't immediately follow that the weakness could be taken advantage of. Humanity has long known the necessary amount of force needed to destroy the Earth, doesn't mean they could do it.

Da Vinci couldn't find a way to defeat the King of Kings.

Her knowledge was, unquestioningly, the greatest in the world. But no amount of knowledge could defeat the King of Kings, pure, simple power was needed.

A power that Da Vinci didn't have.

With her unmatched knowledge and with her magic, she could inflict a colossal blow that would de-incarnate, destroy, rip apart any Servant.

But that was not enough to defeat the King of Kings.

The King of Kings has his vulnerabilities, but even seeing each and every one of them, Da Vinci simply did not have the strength to take advantage of it.

Da Vinci still tried, she struck with the most destructive attack she could.

If Nobunaga were here, perhaps even Artoria, Tesla, or even Megalos were here, Da Vinci would have won. With their power, directed by Da Vinci, perhaps it would be enough to mortally wound the King of Kings.

But they were not, and so they would lose.

Her blow was incredible, terrible, and monstrous. It was enough that the King of Kings felt pain for the first time in his existence. He felt the power, such an incredible power that it when solely directed against him was enough to cause injury to him.

But it was not enough.

It was enough that the King of Kings, the unshakable bulk, were made to move, he took a step back.

But… that's it. All the abilities that Da Vinci could scrounge up at this moment, all the force that Fran and Jalter that she could direct was not enough to kill the King of Kings.

And so, they would lose.

As the King of Kings regained his balance, he placed all his attention towards Da Vinci.

Da Vinci no longer looked her best. Rivulets of sweat ran down her face, her hair was disheveled, and she herself breathed roughly and desperately, greedily re-filling her lungs with air. There was not even a drop of mana left in her body, just a little more and her body itself would begin to de-incarnate, turning into nothing but pure mana.

However, even with all that, the only thing she managed to do was to make her opponent take a step back, and to gain the full attention of the King.

And the King looked very angry.

As if to make physical the King's burning rage, Da Vinci was surrounded by a ring of flame. A position from which she could not defend herself, having used all her strength for the first, and only attack she could do.

But… the desperate struggle of Mashu. Jack, Fran, Jalter, and Da Vinci had bought enough time.

Medusa, who had arrived from her fight against Nursery Rhyme, rescued Da Vinci from the enclosing ring of fire, taking advantage of her unmatched dexterity.

As Da Vinci was being rescued, a hail of bullets struck the King's shield from all directions. Nobunaga's attacks then exploded in a bouquet of blooming crimson flames.

As the King was blinded by the fires of hell, Jalter's blade rushed towards the King's body, echoing Arthuria's action, who had attacked from behind the King.

But, even under such onslaught, the King was not defenseless. Before their blade could reach, the ground under the King's feet exploded in a burst of fire, almost engulfing both Jalter and Arthuria.

Only Andersen's effort, who was not far away, disregarding even his well-known rule to never meddle in battle, was able to pull Arthuria away from the conflagration.

Jalter on the other hand was rescued by Jack who was waiting for another opportunity to attack. The King's retaliation didn't end there, his next target being Fran and Mashu.

Fran defended herself from the dozens of magic bolts by turning them into harmless electricity. While Mashu simply put up her shield, defending herself from a dozen steel spears that struck from behind her.

Even with the King of Kings' might, with so many Servants attacking him, an opening inevitably opened up. Though the one that took advantage of it was definitely not someone anyone expected.

"Hey, guys!" Hyde's voice was overflowing with maddened glee. - "Come on, it's time to kick some ass!"

Taking advantage of the King of Kings' lapse in attention, contrary to any law and common sense, and not even possessing enough strength to really do anything, Mr. Hyde punched the King of Kings right in the face.

If Da Vinci injuring him, angered him. Then Hyde's fist on his face, turned him apocalyptic.

In the original novel, Mr. Hyde, created by Jekyll's serum as his evil alter ego, eventually escaped from the grip of his creator. With each time he appears, slowly swallowing the original Doctor's identity. With every second spent in captivity, Hyde only grew that much stronger, slowly undermining Jekyll's psyche and strength before in the end breaking free as Dr. Jekyll killed himself.

This part of the legend was reflected in the ability of the Servant, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Jekyll as a Servant wasn't really that weak per se. While his strength was not enough to match Artoria, his agility and speed inferior to Jack's, and his stamina was incomparable to Hercules, but he was not at all as weak as his opponent might think at first glance.

However, this strength of Dr. Jekyll could only be known by his Master, or any Servant with skills capable of piercing through the obfuscation of secrecy. His strength can only be seen if one can look at his parameters and list of skills. A Servant facing him in battle, would only see a useless weakling, that is barely stronger than an ordinary person, unable to defeat even the most useless of opponents.

Truly, when one meets Jekyll, one would be hard-pressed to even notice that he was actually a Servant.

In the end, Hyde had undermined Jekyll's power by taking it for himself.

Jekyll's particular skill, Hyde's existence, all of this took away Jekyll's powers, leaving him with only the smallest, most insignificant part of his real abilities, literally forcing Jekyll to resort to Hyde's help in case of a fight. However, where did Jekyll's power go, was it devoured by switching to Mr. Hyde?

It went nowhere, that strength was greedily absorbed by Mr. Hyde.

And so, after spending a month and a half, deprived of all strength, having to give every grain of his abilities to his alter ego, Jekyll, as soon as he broke the seal, exploded with the power of Hyde a moment later.

In that moment, he was stronger than even Hercules, and faster than even Achilles.

In that fleeting moment, such a weak Servant like Dr. Jekyll was able to pierce through the King of Kings' defense, wounding him. All his strength would then return to normal, and he would almost assuredly die.

But for that one well-placed blow to the jaw of the King of Kings, that was enough for Mr. Hyde.

And so the King of Kings, the unassailable mountain of strength, was once again wounded and this time even more significantly. And this wound was not caused by the excellence of desperate Servants, but by a lucky blow of an insignificant gnat.

If an ordinary person were in the place of the King of Kings, only a bloody mist, like fog, would remain as their body evaporated. If it was Andersen, then the scraps of his body would have to be collected from the ground by a mop. If it was Arthuria, Hyde would most likely have broken her spine, while breaking her skull in half. And if it was Hercules… well at least he would have gotten a broken jaw.

The King of Kings, however, only shook his head to the side before slowly returning it to its previous position.

However, it could not be said that Hyde's blow was pointless. The King of Kings, slowly returning his head to its usual place, bore the part that had been hit by Jekyll's blow. Part of the King of Kings' head was missing altogether, the wound showing only a gaping abyss oozing black and red blood... Or not quite blood in this case.

"How dare you?" The voice of the King, usually so pompous or bored, but always human, has changed. Now it was more like the roar of a bestial BEAST. "HOW DARE YOU?!"

As if obeying its own laws of physics, a black and red mess, so similar to the body of the Demon Kings, instantly rushed forward covering the King's face, healing the wound.

The King's expression has changed - the eyes themselves have changed. From those saturated with contempt and arrogance, but still human ones, into one that looked more like those sported by Dead Apostles. Now his eyes were consumed by a black sclera with a red iris brimming with undisguised hatred - "HOW DARE YOU?!"

A roar like the roar of a wild Beast, a monster, echoed with a booming echo, and the world was engulfed in the King's black and red flame.

Jekyll, the closest one.

Andersen, rushing to help a friend.

Jack, unable to retreat.

Fran, hoping to stab the enemy from the back.

All died instantly.

Not even ashes remained as the King's black and red flames spread in all directions. The flames rushed forward like a pack of hungry dogs towards their next target, the Servants of Ainz.

Mashu could only watch defenseless, her Noble Phantasm no longer available, she didn't even have the strength to raise her shield. She could only watch helplessly as Death came for her. Ainz's help couldn't come as the King had blocked any communication with the outside world.

Well, Mashu was right in a sense. Death had indeed come for her.

"Mass Teleport." In between one blink of the eye and the next, Mashu found herself in a completely different place. It was as if the flames coming for her was nothing more than a figment of a nightmare.

Almost immediately, Mashu looked at her new surroundings, trying to find the reason for the abrupt change in her situation. Mashu could see the rest of Ainz's Servants in various positions arrayed around her. It didn't take long before she stumbled upon the figure of the magician standing not far in front of her.

Ainz Ooal Gown was furious, if not apocalyptically so. For some reason Mashu could see Ainz holding on to some dust in his hands.

"Hah, damn you Tesla… Can't you drop your WCI? And now some 'random' person has killed a person I'm supposed to protect. He even dared to scuff my collection." Ainz's voice sounded calm, but Mashu understood that it was only the calm only before the storm. Mashu hoped that Ainz still remembered that they're supposed to save London and hoped that there would still be something that remains of the very unlucky city.

"An attempt on my Servants... Jack's death... And that damn WCI, I was trying to restore it now for almost twenty minutes… And nothing to show for it."

Ainz exhaled slowly, and Mashu, although she could not see his expression, could tell that Ainz's expression would be very scary. "I officially declare. I am very unhappy with your actions... Whoever you are." Thankfully, Ainz was facing away from Mashu.

An excerpt from the scientific work "Romulus: Historical Fiction or Something More?":

The story of two brothers, Romulus and Remus, who was raised by a she-wolf, is a fairly well-known legend. Just as famous as its ending where Remus died at the hands of Romulus, who later founded the city of Rome on the site of his brother's death, a location that was the source of the conflict in the first place.

However, the question of Romulus's existence as a real living person, or maybe even as a person who was later used as the source of the myth of Romulus is still in question.

To begin with, it is worth saying that for obvious reasons, some of the 'war emperors' that arose for a short time in the Roman Empire, was in no way the real Romulus. It was ridiculous to even suggest that Romulus was still alive centuries from the founding of the city with his namesake.

A clear fact that was called in question by the cult of Romulus, a tool many a future would-be conqueror would use to solidify their power by taking on his name.

The military rulers who took the name Romulus as proof of the legitimacy of their rule was almost a dime a dozen. For example the 'Romulus' living during the rule of Emperor Nero, who declared himself the true Emperor and as the reincarnation of the founder of Rome. Of course the usurper of Nero's throne only dared to claim such a thing after his traitorous legions captured Rome.

For a few weeks, Rome was ruled by the supposed 'Romulus' using the widely spread cult of Romulus as his support.

For clear reasons this 'Romulus' would be ignored.

In the same way, this investigation will not use the mystified legends about a living giant of the people who watched over Rome, protecting it from the invasion of barbarians. Who then supposedly disappeared from the capital the moment the Christians were accepted as wards of the state, as citizens of Rome.

A farcical legend where Romulus supposedly disappeared from Rome because the Christians vilified him as one of the younger demons on earth in the service of Baal. Truly the early Christians were blamed for everything.

Instead, the most plausible source of the legend, which seems the most logical to this researcher, was that Romulus was based on one of the ancient military commanders of the time. The ancient Latin commander who would lead the then still small Latin people, would then be worshiped by the following generations of people that lived in the small settlement of seven hills. A settlement that through the annals of history would then be called Rome.

A City named after Romulus, or a legend so named after a City?...