Fate: How About a New Savior?

In the Holy Grail War, the Berserker class was originally created to allow weaker Heroic Spirits to wield immense power. But as more wars were fought, a new strategy emerged among participants.

If weaker Servants could use Mad Enhancement to match top-tier ones, then what if Mad Enhancement was applied from the start—on already first-rate Servants? The resulting power would surpass anything seen before.

Heracles, the Berserker from the Fifth Holy Grail War, was the clearest example of this approach.

Shiomi planned to summon a Berserker in the Fourth Holy Grail War with a simple goal: to minimize ideological conflict and let the Servant fight as a pure and deadly blade.

...Though the outcome turned out to be a little more than he bargained for.

Lancelot—known as the strongest Knight of the Round Table.

Legend says he once fought Gawain, blessed by the sun, until sunset, and in the end dealt a wound so grave that it led to Gawain's death.

Now, that knight's Gift had been twisted. What was once "Ferocity"—a blessing that helped him see the broader picture and discern justice—had turned into "Madness."

It resembled the Berserker class skill Mad Enhancement, but its origin lay in the Lion King's Gift.

And so... the power boost was far greater than what a summoning ritual could normally achieve.

Wielding Arondight and Clarent, the berserk Lancelot had shed all traces of hesitation and sorrow. He had become a beast intent on tearing his enemies apart.

His twin swords came crashing down. Mash raised her shield to block, but the impact still left her arms numb.

His relentless, all-out strikes poured down like a storm. Now it was her turn to be pushed back, unable to counter.

"Aaaaaaaaa!!"

With eyes blazing red, Lancelot roared—shrill and terrifying. Mash was faltering, struggling to hold her ground.

But she wasn't alone.

Just as her defense broke and she was left exposed, Lancelot couldn't press the attack.

Scáthach's crimson spear shot forward in a straight line, aiming for his face. Lancelot was forced to block with his sword, and the sudden pressure disrupted his frenzied rhythm.

"To think the strongest knight I faced just days ago has fallen to this," Scáthach muttered, disheartened.

According to legend, Agravain had once been slain on the spot after discovering Lancelot and Guinevere's affair. Was this now his way of taking personal revenge?

Either way, one more chance to win over a Knight of the Round Table—to bring them to Chaldea's side against the Lion King—had just been lost.

"Mash, grab your shield and come with me!"

With Shiomi and Morgan already deep inside Camelot, Scáthach now had to take the lead and push the front line forward.

"Yes, Master Scáthach!"

Mash, who had trained under Scáthach back in Chaldea, gathered her resolve and charged after her mentor.

Even consumed by madness, Lancelot's battle-hardened skills remained intact. And with the Noble Phantasm he'd taken from Mordred, he was even more dangerous.

Neither Scáthach's lightning-fast spear nor Mash's unbreakable shield could land a decisive blow—both were blocked by Lancelot.

The strongest knight, now empowered by the Lion King's Gift fused with Mad Enhancement, was on a completely different level. He could not only hold his ground but also seize the right moment to counterattack, forcing Scáthach onto the defensive.

"What power..." Scáthach was visibly shaken.

This brute force was almost on par with the Mad King from the past.

Moreover, since arriving in Chaldea, her own strength had been suppressed to that of an ordinary top-tier Servant—she was no match for her own beloved disciple in this state.

With a roar, Lancelot stepped forward. Arondight surged with a deep blue magical energy, ready to cleave through Scáthach—yet in that instant, his stance faltered. The blade never reached her.

At his feet, a small white Medjed materialized, throwing off his balance.

Then, from above, a barrage of Holy Scarabs rained down like cannonballs. The moment they touched Lancelot's sword mid-swing, they detonated in a chain of explosions.

It was Nitocris providing support.

While defending the girls battling the Enforcement Knights, she also aided them with Magecraft.

However, Lancelot's Magic Resistance was a serious obstacle. Even with her High-Speed Divine Words, Nitocris needed at least a three-verse spell to land an effective blow.

Even without Romani's report, it was obvious that Lancelot's mana levels were still climbing. Unlike Mordred's "Rampage," this was something he was actively controlling.

Mad Enhancement allowed Lancelot to push his body past its limits without restraint.

"Give me back my sword, now!"

Seizing the opening from Nitocris' interference, Mordred charged forward, landing a punch on Lancelot's face and reaching for her weapon.

Without her royal sword, even with magic, she could hardly deal effective damage with her bare hands.

She poured all her strength into wrenching it free, but Lancelot wouldn't let go. Instead, her restrained arms were slowly being forced upward.

As Arondight pressed against her armor, she had no choice but to release her grip and retreat. Yet the Arondight still scraped across her chest plate, leaving a deep gash.

It didn't appear to pierce her body, but then that cut glowed with a dim, eerie blue.

"Damn—!"

The sword mark suddenly burst open, penetrating her armor and injuring her.

[Arondight Overload: Breaking All Restraints - Overloaded Light of the Lake.]

A deliberate overload of Arondight's internal mana reserves, unleashing a contained magical explosion.

This technique placed a significant burden on Lancelot—but now that he had become a Berserker, such concerns meant nothing to him.

"Mordred!"

Mash caught Mordred as she staggered back, the attempt to reclaim her sword a failure.

At the rear, Sakura—tasked with ensuring the Enforcement Knights didn't disrupt the fight—rushed to heal Mordred.

"He can still activate his Noble Phantasm even without speech..." Scáthach realized what was wrong.

Berserkers often lost the ability to speak, rendering their Noble Phantasms unusable.

But Lancelot was full of exceptions.

He could wield a Noble Phantasm. Whether it was the Blessing of the Spirits or the Magic Resistance Ring, all of it still worked.

And then, Lancelot—now wielding Mordred's stolen Noble Phantasm—did something that left Mordred furious and stunned.

He raised the royal sword, now wrapped in dark purple mana, and its magical energy surged violently.

Mash gently laid Mordred down and stepped forward.

"Lord Camelot!"

As Lancelot unleashed the true name of the stolen royal sword, Mash simultaneously activated the true name of her Snowflake Shield.