The one who descended to assist—
Was none other than the great emperor who once dominated the entire European continent, the pride of France—
Napoleon!
In his form as a Heroic Spirit, he had once again set foot upon this land of Europe, aiding Nameless in purging the Lostbelt.
This blazing Heroic Spirit, burning like an inferno, hoisted a massive cannon with both hands, his face alight with a dazzling, sun-like smile.
A fiery, passionate man.
With overwhelming force, he blasted away one Enforcer after another, effortlessly splitting the battlefield to assist Nameless.
Napoleon rested the cannon on his shoulder and declared with effortless charisma:
"A hero is born from the hopes of the people."
"As long as someone yearns, as long as someone desires hope—I will answer them all."
"In you, I see the starlight that defies the fate of the world."
No summoning was needed.
On the European soil once conquered by his armies, he would descend willingly to lend his aid.
The audience erupted in excitement—
[Long live the Emperor! France is blessed to have you~]
[By the way, Napoleon doesn't look that short. Why's he always called a 'shorty'?]
[Simple—the people who overthrew him had to slander him, of course!]
[Probably different measurement standards. Historically, Napoleon was 1.7 meters tall—not short at all!]
[Nameless, summon a few more legends and bulldoze this Lostbelt! End this terrifying world already!]
...
Beneath the Fuyuki Bridge.
On a specially constructed fishing platform.
A cheerful man dressed as a fisherman watched the livestream on his phone with mild surprise. "Huh, I actually made an appearance?"
"Who would've thought that the emperor who once trampled all of Europe underfoot would be here… fishing." Scáthach remarked dryly.
Indeed, this angler was none other than the Heroic Spirit Napoleon from the video!
Despite his grand entrance, this formidable Heroic Spirit had outright refused any invitations from the French.
Betrayed twice by his own people, he had lost all interest in being an emperor after manifesting as a Heroic Spirit.
And so, he came to Fuyuki City—to live as an ordinary fisherman.
If he caught too many fish, he'd even sell them to that Celtic hero, the Child of Light, Cú Chulainn.
That Child of Light clearly had considerable strength, yet he couldn't see through his disguise at all.
While waiting to fish.
No fish were caught, but instead, the Queen of the Land of Shadows appeared.
Possessing formidable clairvoyance, she saw through his disguise at a glance.
Napoleon crossed his legs and casually blew out a large puff of smoke: "Haha, who would have imagined that the mighty King of the Lostbelt ruling all of Northern Europe would be here watching me fish?"
Compared to him, the mere fisherman, this Queen would become the biggest trouble once the video was exposed.
Raising humans as food for giants—she was the ultimate anti-human terror enemy.
Once everything was exposed, this Queen would face universal scorn.
"The version of me in that world is not the current me. You could call her Scáthach-Skadi."
Scáthach calmly explained, "Simply put, you can think of it like the relationship between Rin Tohsaka and Ishtar."
"She does seem quite different from you, with that utterly aloof divine demeanor," Napoleon nodded.
In the previous Singularity of the Absolute Demonic Front.
When the Sumerians summoned the goddess Ishtar, they accidentally brought forth Rin Tohsaka's body instead.
This caused the originally proud and domineering goddess to merge with Rin's personality, becoming what she was now.
Clearly.
The Queen of this Lostbelt was also formed by a goddess merging with Scáthach.
They could be considered the same person, yet fundamentally different in Spirit Origin and personality.
Napoleon looked at her with great interest: "So, why did you raise humans like livestock?"
Even after merging with a deity, her words and actions still seemed to care for humanity.
The question was, why treat humans as livestock, feeding them to giants at age 25?
"In that world, I had no other choice."
Scáthach's eyes were filled with helplessness.
Even someone as powerful as her could find no other solution.
Everything was the world's fault!
The video continued.
With Napoleon's assistance, Nameless finally defeated these incredibly powerful envoys.
Each envoy possessed strength rivaling that of top-tier Servants.
They were the ultimate war weapons created by the Lostbelt King Scáthach using remnants of the gods, known as—
Valkyries.
Originally, they should have been the daughters of the Norse god Odin—individual Valkyries, yet also a collective.
They were beings closest to divinity, possessing high-tier Divinity skills.
With Napoleon's help.
The three formidable Valkyrie envoys were all subdued by Nameless.
Thrown into the Shadow Border, they were temporarily held under guard.
Led by Napoleon, the group began advancing toward the core of the Lostbelt—the [Ice City].
Both the Fantasy Tree and the Lostbelt King resided within that city.
The scene shifted.
Inside the palace of the Ice City.
The traitor of Team A, Ophelia, spoke to the Queen before her: "Your Majesty, what about the giants?"
She wanted to use the giants to completely annihilate the Chaldea team.
Unfortunately.
This Lostbelt King seemed slightly unhinged, making her hard to understand.
"They are resting now. I have absolute control over the giants."
Scáthach-Skadi calmly revealed a monumental truth, "If I want the giants to rest, they rest. If I want them to hunt humans, they hunt."
Indeed, as the sole surviving deity after Ragnarök.
She possessed the authority of the Founding Titan Ymir and could control all Titans!
These simple words left countless viewers utterly dumbfounded.
Previously, raising humans until the age of 25 only to feed them to the Titans was already shocking enough to horrify everyone.
Now, even the Titans were under her control—this level of bloodshed and terror was beyond imagination.
Countless viewers felt chills run down their spines in an instant.
The queen worshipped by everyone in this Lostbelt was actually the mastermind behind it all!
Just imagining it was enough to suffocate them with despair.
No—those humans had long been enslaved and conditioned, too broken to even dare imagine resistance.
"The so-called Titans are remnants left behind after Ragnarök, and they too possess noble souls," Scáthach-Skadi continued. "To sustain the world, we must mediate between Titans and humans."
The camera shifted from the palace back to the village.
Countless viewers remained immersed in this overwhelming horror.
Outside the village, after Nameless had left—
The Frost Giants, which should have been dormant, suddenly attacked the village once the mediator's influence was gone.
The young and inexperienced villagers were thrown into panic.
At that moment.
A figure clad in black robes descended silently.
Gazing at the massive Frost Giant before them, they murmured softly, "Though you carry the blood of gods, you've been reduced to mindless beasts. Death is the only mercy left for you."
A burst of crimson-purple light erupted, instantly obliterating the three terrifying giants before them.
The little girl Gerda stepped forward to express her gratitude. "Thank you for your help. Would you like to rest in the village for a while?"
"I feel no cold, nor do I need the warmth of shelter," the black-robed figure replied indifferently.
Yet.
Despite their words, they still extended a hand, repairing the barrier of the goddess Skadi.
A powerful magical defense system formed, standing guard against the Titans' invasion.
The defensive system crafted by a mighty god was as simple as "1+1=2" to this mysterious black-robed figure.
It didn't hinder them for even a second—in fact, the new barrier was even stronger than the original!
Gerda called out loudly behind them, "Hey, who exactly are you? How can we thank you?"
"No thanks needed. I am but a passing Chaldean."
Without turning back, the black-robed figure departed.
Their silhouette vanished into the snowstorm.
The spectators watching the video were wide-eyed in disbelief—
[Holy shit, the Demon King Goetia is helping humans again—has he actually turned good?]
[Scáthach treats humans like livestock, while Goetia protects them… Did you two switch roles or something?]
[This is beyond absurd—what the hell is Goetia planning?!]
["Do you think Goetia has been chasing after Chaldea's car, wanting to fight alongside Nameless?"]
["I can picture it—Nameless driving ahead while Goetia yells from behind, 'Wait for me! I haven't gotten on yet!'"]
...
In the living room.
Roya watched with an exasperated expression. "So, Scáthach can't even compare to Goetia? What exactly is she trying to do?"
You're the king of the Lostbelt, the god worshipped by all your people!
Just look at Ivan the Terrible from the first Lostbelt—he turned humans into beastly Yaga, doing everything to survive.
And Qin Shi Huang? He shouldered everything, defeated every enemy, and ensured everyone could live happily.
But now,
This Scáthach treats everyone like livestock.
She plans out every detail of your life, from birth to being "shipped out"!
In comparison,
Even the Demon King Goetia, who claims not to care about humans, still genuinely protects them.
"This Scáthach is clearly a fusion of deities and can't be considered purely human," Gilgamesh replied.
With his powerful [Omniscient and Omnipotent Star], he could easily see through everything.
As long as he didn't act like his arrogant, chuunibyou phase where he refused to use it, no one could harm him.
Qin Shi Huang frowned slightly. "She seems to be protecting her people in her own way."
In the Qin Lostbelt, he too had shouldered everything, severing human wisdom to achieve eternal peace.
This Lostbelt king was clearly using another method to prolong the world's future.
"Ugh, this kind of 'protection' is terrifying! Honestly, I think Goetia did a better job!" Roya scoffed.
Goetia incinerated human history in an instant—so fast you wouldn't even feel pain.
But this Scáthach? She raises humans like livestock, subjecting generation after generation to cruel torment.
Forcing you to "voluntarily" become food for giants!
Compared to that, Goetia is way more humane!
"Goetia… that guy is the ultimate mass murderer! Are you seriously comparing them?" Souma gave the brat a weird look.
Burning three thousand years of human history, killing who knows how many billions—turning them all into fuel.
And you're saying this humanity-destroying Demon King is better than Scáthach?
Though, the brat hasn't fully awakened yet and is already speaking up for him.
Once she fully awakens, will she just restart the Incineration of Humanity without hesitation?
Souma fell into deep contemplation.
The brat had already fused with the planet's consciousness.
Once she breaks free from the seal, killing her would be impossible, and sealing her again would be nearly hopeless.
What exactly is [Alaya] plotting? Isn't it afraid of failure dragging all of humanity down with it?
Roya casually replied, "Well, I still think she's not as strong as Goetia!"
Looking at that black-robed figure who called himself "a man of Chaldea," she found him incredibly cool.
Yeah, cool to the extreme!
Appearing in times of crisis, then vanishing without a trace once everything was settled—leaving no name behind.
So cool!
...
The scene shifted to Ice City.
Nameless and the others had just arrived outside the royal capital's walls.
The traitorous Master candidate, Ophelia, had been waiting for them for a long time.
Her eyes gleamed with an eerie light as she sneered, "Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mash, you're dead."
As someone possessing formidable Mystic Eyes, none of their actions could escape her notice.
This time, she had decided to take matters into her own hands and eliminate the threat once and for all!
"Sorry to disappoint, but I will definitely suppress you!" Nameless said calmly.
Just then.
Napoleon, who had been standing behind him, suddenly stepped forward, his face alight with fervent excitement.
He stood before Ophelia and declared loudly, "I love you! Please marry me!"
???
Nameless, Mash, and the others all stared at him in utter bewilderment.
The audience was even more shocked, exclaiming—
"We were ready to fight to the death, why is His Majesty surrendering first?"
"Damn it, now I know why the French salute with both hands raised—it's all Napoleon's fault!"
Just as they were about to engage the enemy.
The proud emperor of France had unhesitatingly proposed to their foe!
A moment that would shock audiences for years to come!
Before Nameless could even attempt to dissuade him.
Sigurd, the Heroic Spirit standing beside Ophelia, instantly flew into a rage: "You're asking for death!"
He had been there first.
Whether it was becoming her Servant or fighting for her, he had been the first.
How could he allow someone else to propose to her?
The battle erupted instantly.
A violent surge of energy erupted from Sigurd, as if a dragon had been enraged beyond measure.
This was the result of him devouring a dragon's heart, undergoing a complete transformation—
[Dragonkind Modification]
A human body, wielding the power of a dragon!
The demonic sword Gram in his hand transformed into a torrent of dark red magical energy—
[Bolverk Gram!]
Originally an anti-unit Noble Phantasm, Gram was now unleashed at full power by Sigurd, hurled forth as a terrifying anti-fortress attack.
Capable of unleashing the devastating might of a dragon.
A single strike could annihilate an entire city!
At this critical moment.
Mash raised her shield without hesitation, "True Name, Frozen Expansion—"
"That which bears countless paths, countless wishes, the castle of dreams, answer me—"
[Mold Camelot]
The resplendent walls of Camelot materialized in an instant, shielding everyone within.
Mash herself stood alone outside the gates, facing the terrifying onslaught.
No,
Not alone.
Nameless had already stepped beyond her defense, seizing the moment as Mash blocked the destructive beam.
In a flash, he appeared before Sigurd as if time itself had stopped.
This was not time stopping, but the power of the Noble Phantasm he had inherited—
[Khronos Rose!]
A formidable application of Time Alter, allowing direct manipulation of his personal time stream.
When his time accelerated wildly, relativity dictated that the external world would appear nearly frozen.
Thus, he arrived before Sigurd in what seemed like an instant.
Sigurd's expression twisted in panic as he desperately tried to evade, but escape was impossible.
Helpless, Nameless had nearly stopped time, leaving Sigurd powerless to resist!
As Nameless swung the projected Gram, poised to strike him down with a single slash—
The icy breath spread, forcing him to retreat abruptly.
The King of the Lostbelt, Scáthach-Skadi, had descended!
The supreme queen gazed coldly at the crowd: "This is my world. I forbid any killing between humans!"
Whether it was Ophelia trying to kill Nameless, or Nameless attempting to slay her—
Neither was permitted!
Nameless calmly met her gaze. "Your Majesty, could it be that you fear the hidden Giant King within him might contest the seal?"
"The Giant King?" Scáthach-Skadi paused slightly.
"Indeed. The Giant King Surtr once formed a contract through Ophelia's Mystic Eyes. When she summoned Sigurd, his soul secretly took refuge within her body."
Nameless laid out the entire chain of events. "Thus, slaying Sigurd would release the Giant King and bring about Ragnarök."
A year ago, Chaldea was destroyed in a catastrophe—all orchestrated by Ophelia.
This A-Team candidate Master had forged a pact with the Giant King, gaining immense magical power in return.
A deal with the devil!
"Oh, I see. That explains the dissonance I sensed," Scáthach-Skadi murmured softly.
From the beginning, she had sensed something hidden within them, but never imagined it to be this.
Surtr, the Giant King, had always sought to annihilate the gods and bring about Ragnarök.
As the last remaining deity, she was naturally his sworn enemy.
Nameless extended an olive branch, inviting her: "So, Your Majesty, would you join me in defeating the Giant King?"
This Giant King was unimaginably powerful.
Only by allying with the King of the Lostbelt before him could they truly vanquish him and bring an end to this Lostbelt once and for all.
Their goals aligned perfectly.
He sought to kill Ophelia and Sigurd, avenging Chaldea's destruction at their hands.
Meanwhile, the King of the Lostbelt needed to eliminate the terrifying Giant King Surtr, avenging the Norse gods he had doomed.
Their partnership was a match made in heaven—an absolute win-win!
One might even call it... the Avengers Initiative!
As for any conflicts between them, those could be settled after the Giant King's defeat.
Scáthach-Skadi hesitated briefly before nodding lightly. "Very well."