The Shadow Border of Chaldea sailed through the void of imaginary space.
The traitor, whom Nameless had effortlessly defeated and captured in his Reality Marble, was now imprisoned aboard the vessel.
This Master candidate of Team A had willingly become a pawn of the Alien God,
Scheming relentlessly in the first Lostbelt to kill Nameless.
But.
Those who stand with justice gain many allies; those who abandon it find none.
Countless heroic spirits had fought alongside Nameless without hesitation.
Even the native creatures of the Lostbelt, who should have been his enemies—like the werewolf youth—had willingly died for him.
Under such a constellation of heroes, Kadoc's defeat was inevitable.
In the prison cell,
Da Vinci looked at him with amusement. "So, you're still refusing to talk?"
"Give up. I'll never surrender to you," Kadoc replied with stubborn pride.
Damn that Nameless—he'd clearly come prepared, fighting dirty, tricking and ambushing a fellow Master!
Was that fair?
No, it wasn't!
A Master was supposed to fight by summoning Servants.
Who just picked up a sword and started swinging?
Kadoc sneered at them. "I advise you to know your limits. Your struggle is hopeless!"
Though he hated to admit it,
Among the seven members of Team A, he was the weakest.
That was why he'd been assigned the first Lostbelt.
The ones that followed were far more terrifying.
With their current strength, there was no way they could win.
Especially against the Captain—his power was beyond despair.
Even if the other six members and their Servants joined forces, they couldn't defeat him alone!
"Hopeless, you say? Not necessarily."
Nameless remained unshaken.
When he'd faced Goetia, the King of Demon Gods, no one had believed he could win either.
Then,
Instead of pressing Kadoc to surrender, Nameless asked, "I'm about to make dinner. Want some?"
"Heh, I, Kadoc, would rather starve to death, die outside, or smash my head against a wall than eat a single bite of your food!"
Kadoc refused with unyielding resolve.
As a powerful mage, he could survive for days without eating.
The other six members of Team A, along with the formidable and mysterious Alien God, would undoubtedly come to his rescue.
Therefore, he had to resist their soft and hard tactics—absolutely refusing to surrender.
Nameless ignored him.
For the first time in a long while, he personally cooked a meal.
Mash, Dr. Roman, and the others all swallowed their saliva, eagerly waiting with anticipation.
Everyone present was well aware of Nameless' extraordinary culinary skills.
His cooking was unreasonably delicious—utterly beyond logic.
Even the simplest dishes could shine brilliantly.
Kadoc remained completely indifferent.
No matter how good the cooking was, it couldn't possibly tempt a mage as strong-willed as him.
However.
These people were downright devilish, eating right beside him.
The tantalizing aroma filled Kadoc's nostrils, making him involuntarily swallow his saliva again and again.
Even more devilish—
Dr. Roman brought over a plate of food and asked warmly, "Want some? Skipping meals isn't good for your health."
"Fine, I'll just take a tiny bite!"
After struggling internally, Kadoc finally decided to try just a little.
The moment he took a bite, his eyes widened in shock, and he blurted out—
"So delicious!"
The once unyielding traitor of Team A had been conquered by a single meal!
The dramatic scene made countless viewers burst into laughter—
[Kadoc the Unyielding, swayed by a single dish!]
[LMAO, do you even know the weight of a Grand Chef's skills? Countless Heroic Spirits have already been conquered by Nameless' cooking!]
[Not just some random Kadoc—even Abigail, the Outer God's envoy, Qin Shi Huang, the First Emperor of a Thousand Ages, and the King of Heroes, the oldest of them all, have all bowed before Nameless' apron!]
[Tch, I wonder if Goetia would be instantly conquered if he tasted Nameless' cooking?]
[In other words, was Goetia secretly eating Nameless' meals the whole time he was imprisoned?]
...
In the living room.
Roya smacked her lips. "Nameless is just ridiculous. Being strong is one thing, but why is his cooking so damn good?"
Heroic Spirit after Heroic Spirit had been won over by his culinary skills, willing to fight and die for him.
Grand Beauty, Grand Chef, Grand Housekeeper… The sheer number of titles he held made his power utterly terrifying.
And now, even an enemy traitor from Team A had been conquered!
"If it wasn't delicious, how could I feed so many Heroic Spirits?" Souma shot her a disdainful sidelong glance.
After raising her for so many years, she was the one who ate the most.
And she still had the nerve to criticize others?
Qin Shi Huang, his handsome face filled with amusement, nodded. "It really is delicious. If it weren't, the Heroic Spirits wouldn't miss it so much."
Looking back—
When he was just a child of a few years, rescued by his teacher from the Zhao army, he had already begun enjoying his mentor's cooking.
Three carefully prepared meals a day, along with lessons in culture, knowledge, swordsmanship, and martial arts.
That period was the happiest, most carefree time of his life.
Unfortunately.
People must grow up eventually.
At thirteen, ascending the throne as the new King of Qin, Qin Shi Huang quickly shed his initial timidity and inexperience.
Step by step, he became the First Emperor of a Thousand Ages, praised by countless generations.
The carefree days of his childhood became nothing but a cherished memory.
Never again would he experience his teacher's hands-on guidance and meals.
Gilgamesh glanced at the mischievous child, a faint trace of envy flickering in his eyes: "Perhaps none of the heroic spirits have eaten as much as Goetia, after all, Nameless has always been responsible for guarding Him."
Back in the final days of the Age of Gods in Uruk.
This bastard of a best friend would often sneak treats to Enkidu, always behind his back.
It forced Gilgamesh to use his Clairvoyance and the [Omniscient and Omnipotent Star] to track them down.
How infuriating!
So every time he found them, he would mercilessly feast to his heart's content.
Eat this bastard into poverty!
"Goetia probably enjoys eating too, right?" Roya replied uncertainly.
That incredibly powerful Demon God King seemed to be trying to learn how to become human.
And since he wanted to become human, he naturally couldn't escape the basic needs of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.
She looked curiously at the shut-in beside her: "Speaking of which, your cooking is pretty good too. Did you learn from Nameless?"
"Yeah, I did learn from him. Too bad I still can't fatten you up," Souma admitted calmly.
"Tch, what do you think I am, a pig?"
Roya pouted.
Her petite frame indeed never seemed to gain weight no matter how much she ate.
It made her wonder if she was somehow equivalent to the collective of the 72 Demon Gods, with everything she ate being distributed among them.
The Demon God King Goetia...
Roya silently repeated the name in her heart, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Faintly, vaguely, she sensed that there might be some tiny connection between them?
But what exactly was it?
The imaginary number dive ended.
Nameless and his party arrived at the second singularity.
Looking around, this place resembled the first singularity—a vast expanse of pure white.
The temperature of the entire world was extremely low, with no signs of life visible anywhere.
However.
Unlike before, the snow-covered mountains in the distance seemed to be burning with raging flames.
These towering flames, set against the pure white snow, appeared incredibly mysterious and eerie.
No sooner had the imaginary number dive craft landed on the ground.
The entire terrain began to tremble violently.
Massive figures were charging toward them from afar.
They were giants, standing dozens of meters tall!
Their thunderous footsteps brought an overwhelming sense of impact.
Their rough faces, magnified dozens of times, looked especially grotesque and terrifying.
The giants rushed forward with the enthusiasm of students when the cafeteria opens.
Dr. Roman's face paled slightly: "On that day, humanity once again remembered the fear of being caged... Why are there so many giants?"
"Doctor, stay seated. We need to end this battle quickly!" Nameless decisively ordered.
Mash transformed into the strongest tank, primarily responsible for protecting the dive craft from the giants' destruction.
Meanwhile, Nameless, Da Vinci, Holmes, and the others all joined the fight.
The battle erupted in an instant.
Nameless turned into a blur, swiftly scaling a giant's body and landing on its shoulder.
His sword gleamed brilliantly as he slashed fiercely at the back of its neck.
With this single strike, the giant's massive neck was severed, killing it instantly.
The giants were thick-skinned and possessed tenacious vitality.
Unfortunately.
Against Nameless, their enormous size only made them slow and clumsy, leaving them utterly defenseless.
In the blink of an eye.
One after another, the giants were slaughtered by Nameless, Da Vinci, and the others.
Sherlock Holmes chuckled lightly, "In Norse mythology, the progenitor of giants was named Ymir. After his death, countless giants were born from his corpse, and through unions with the Norse gods, new gods or giants were created."
This Lostbelt was precisely the setting of Norse mythology.
Thus, it was essential to familiarize oneself with some of these myths and legends.
Just as the group had defeated the giants and were taking a brief rest—
An uninvited guest suddenly launched an attack.
A demonic sword blazing with crimson flames was hurled toward them by the assailant.
It transformed into a pillar of blood-red light, hurtling straight toward Nameless.
Without hesitation, Sherlock stepped forward, shouting, "Watch out, enemies!"
Just as he prepared to shield Nameless with his own body against the powerful ambush—
Nameless moved even faster. Before him, purple petals bloomed, forming seven layers of defense.
Layer by layer, the petals shattered, yet they managed to block the lethal strike.
Then—
Frowning, he glared at the intruder. "Siegfried, the great hero of Norse mythology—are you certain you wish to oppose us?"
In his hand, he had already projected an identical Noble Phantasm.
It was none other than that very demonic sword, a symbol of both honor and destruction—the blade that had once slain a dragon.
It was also the prototype of King Arthur's Excalibur.
Hailed as the strongest holy sword and the strongest demonic sword, it was the bane of the King of Knights!
Its wielder was none other than Siegfried, the great hero of Norse mythology!
The audience buzzed with discussion—
[Ah, how did this great hero of Norse mythology become an enemy too?]
[There's no choice. For Pan-Human History to continue, and for the Lostbelt to survive, it's a battle to the death!]
[Earlier, Nameless used Gram to slay Vortigern, the King of Corrosion. Now he's facing the true wielder of the demonic sword… Which is stronger—the counterfeit or the original?]
[In Unlimited Blade Works, the projected demonic sword is stronger. In reality, Siegfried's is obviously superior!]
...
Inside the hotel.
Mordred gave her father-king a strange look.
Come to think of it, the demonic sword in Sigurd's hands was practically the bane of her father-king.
Also hailed as the Sword of Victory, yet it possessed terrifying demonic properties.
Unless Excalibur was fully unsealed, transforming into the Holy Sword of the Stars, there was no way to overpower it.
Otherwise, they'd be the ones getting overpowered.
"Sigurd... Gram. What a formidable enemy," Artoria murmured with a slight frown.
Back during the battle against the Wicked King Vortigern, Nameless had also projected this very demonic sword.
Gram, known as the Dragon-Slaying Sword, had a terrifying special advantage against dragons.
With a single slash, it rendered Vortigern utterly defenseless, allowing his defeat.
Now.
The true wielder of this demonic sword was none other than the great hero of Norse mythology who had devoured a dragon's heart.
His strength was beyond formidable.
Gawain, equally curious, asked, "So, can Nameless's projected demonic sword actually defeat him?"
Previously, in Unlimited Blade Works.
Nameless had used projected Noble Phantasms to defeat the King of Heroes, who wielded the originals.
Proving to the world that sometimes, the knockoff could surpass the genuine article!
Aside from this Norse mythological hero.
Gods like Odin would likely appear in this Lostbelt as well, wouldn't they?
Gawain was quite eager to see if Nameless could take down those gods.
It'd be even more amusing if he struggled a bit.
...
In the video.
At Nameless's inquiry.
Sigurd didn't answer at all, instead staring intently at the projected Gram in Nameless's hand.
Then.
Facing the wary hostility of the group, the uninvited guest left just as abruptly as he had arrived.
With the enemy gone.
The Chaldea team took a moment to regroup before beginning their investigation of the Lostbelt.
To prune the Lostbelt, they had to cut down the Tree of Emptiness.
Yet when they first arrived, they hadn't spotted any trace of it.
As Chaldea continued their search.
The scene shifted.
To the departed enemy Servant.
He arrived at a grand and majestic palace, reporting to a young woman with long brown hair.
The audience, seeing her, instantly recognized her identity.
This girl was one of the seven traitorous Masters of Team A—
Ophelia Phamrsolone!
Meaning.
The second Lostbelt was under her and her summoned Servant Sigurd's jurisdiction, tasked with intercepting Nameless and the others.
The audience watched in exasperation as this traitorous Master candidate treated her Servant like a pet.
Shamelessly feeding the audience dog food.
Utterly shameless.
Just as the audience thought the disaster-action film was turning into a Mary Sue romance.
A tall, slender figure descended: "Heh, what a lovely expression, Ophelia. That look on your face—could it be what humans call 'love'?"
"Greetings, Your Majesty, the Snow Queen." Ophelia curtsied respectfully.
For a traitor of Team A to address someone as "Your Majesty," their identity was obvious.
The Lostbelt King.
Then.
The camera followed her gaze to the figure before her.
Familiar purple hair and violet eyes—none other than Scáthach, the Queen of the Land of Shadows!
The comments exploded—
[Holy shit, the Lostbelt King is Scáthach?!]
[Damn, she's a top contender for Grand Lancer! How did she end up as a Lostbelt King too?]
[Just roll with it. Even Qin Shi Huang is a Lostbelt King. Blame the Alien God for everything!]
[Gotta admit, the Queen is stunning. Doesn't look a day over two thousand.]
[You got a death wish?! Check if there's a red light above your head! The Queen is forever seventeen!]