Although not long ago, in Illya's castle, Shota Loli was nearly thrashed by Suihime Yagokoro, Suihime Yagokoro is a figure on par with the two Inhibitors, and the difference in their planes of existence means the two simply cannot be compared... from any perspective, Shota Loli remains the most powerful Heroic Spirit in the Nasuverse.

Yes, the strongest, without exception.

Despite possessing numerous flaws such as arrogance, disdain for others, and utter self-conceit, she is still called the Heroic Spirit Killer. If she could eliminate all these faults and approach every battle with seriousness and caution, fighting even a rabbit with her full strength, then aside from threats at the UO level, it would be hard to find an opponent who could surpass her within the Nasuverse.

However, if that were the case, Shota Loli would cease to be Shota Loli.

So, at this very moment, her demeanor remained as consistent as ever.

"Kneel and beg for forgiveness with your death!"

As these words left her lips, save for the handsome youth who continued to smile, all the Executors turned pale with shock and terror under the oppressive aura of countless armaments.

They dared to challenge Cú Chulainn because he was alone; no matter how strong his combat power, he couldn't kill them all instantly. It was a case of two fists against four hands; they weren't entirely without a chance to fight back. But how many fists did they have in total? Only forty-odd. Could they really compare to the dense, myriad swords and blades filling the sky?

"Kneel and beg for forgiveness with your death, now!" Seeing that the two Executors showed no reaction, Shota Loli glared, barking the command again.

She had initially disdained to intervene in what had just transpired. Cú Chulainn was handling things; ensuring Karen's safety was enough. She cared little for anything else. But these Executors dared to provoke even a Heroic Spirit? That had become more than just a matter of face.

The King's wrath must be washed clean with blood!

Aura and prestige capable of inflicting tangible damage through sheer presence—an attack of spirit—could only be achieved by those who inherently walked the path of dominance, or by those whose strength reached a certain threshold. So far, there were only three who purely followed the path of dominance... Tomoyo Sakagami, Yuuka Kazami, and—Nana!

Others who could kill with their presence, including Lin Luo, achieved it purely based on their overwhelming strength.

Shota Loli was neither a practitioner of the dominance path nor sufficiently strong yet, so she naturally couldn't shock these battle-hardened Executors with mere aura. But combined with the terror of the Gate of Babylon, it was enough to frighten them into silence... A few with weaker mental fortitude might even have soiled themselves.

Swish, swish, swish... Countless Noble Phantasms swayed in the void, emitting a chilling sound. As Shota Loli's anger rose, they seemed poised to launch at any moment.

Suddenly, a figure flashed, and the handsome youth who had been lingering in the corner instantly appeared before Shota Loli. He executed a courtly bow with one hand placed over his chest and smiled, "If I'm not mistaken, you must be the legendary Hero King."

"Which mongrel are you? You have decent eyes," Shota Loli replied loftily, raising her head.

"I am Merem Solomon."

This handsome youth was the twentieth among the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, Merem Solomon. He showed no anger at Shota Loli's insulting address, his smile remaining fixed on his face.

"Hmph, since you have some insight, quickly get out of this King's way. Of course, if you wish to dispose of those two bastards for this King, you may do so. This King does not wish to stain her Noble Phantasms." Shota Loli spoke, clearly viewing it as a desecration to use her own treasures on those two Executors, which was why she hadn't acted.

Otherwise, given her nature, there wouldn't have been so much idle talk.

"Heh, I fear that might not be appropriate," Merem smiled faintly, and before Shota Loli could speak, he turned his gaze toward Karen, "Miss Nun, what do you think?"

Karen had remained silent since the conflict began, only turning her head now to look at Cú Chulainn and Shota Loli. "You two, retreat for now."

Cú Chulainn hesitated briefly but ultimately chose to obey the command, concealing his presence. After all, the situation no longer required his intervention, and Karen showed no intention of killing the two Executors. However, Shota Loli's eyes widened in anger: "Mongrel, are you commanding this King?"

"If you can't even manage something like that, you're even worse than a Lancer," Karen stated calmly.

"You..." Shota Loli was instantly speechless. Finally, she stomped her foot in frustration, and with an expression full of impotent annoyance, she vanished from sight along with the Gate of Babylon.

If she had been alone, she wouldn't have been so compliant. But the fact that Karen dared to compare her to Cú Chulainn was utterly unbearable to her... If she was worse than even Cú Chulainn, she might as well bash her head in.

Pride—that was Shota Loli's greatest weakness, a weakness Karen understood perfectly.

"Miss Nun truly has skillful methods," Merem expressed sincere admiration upon seeing the arrogant, indomitable young girl tamed into complete submission.

"It's nothing. I'm a little tired; I'll go back and rest."

"Please do."

With that, Karen dipped her head slightly and walked toward her bedroom without looking back. Throughout the entire incident, not a single expression flickered across her face.

In truth, the occurrence had been within her expectation. Ever since the Executors started being killed one by one, facing terrifying entities rarely seen even under normal circumstances, while their own comrades fell—even though the Executors' minds and wills were far beyond those of ordinary people, such a situation was genuinely oppressive. Moreover, they were not inherently virtuous beings; seeking something to vent that suppression was entirely normal.

Of course, not all Executors were perverse. Take the nun named Shier, for instance; beautiful and gentle, though her innate nature was a monster-level strangeness surpassing Dead Apostles. As