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(F/SN): Gaia's Most Beloved Child

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A woman clad in all black and blue turns to stare at the knight in white staring at her with intense hatred in his eyes "oh what a surprise to see you Sir Ezikiel I thought you would be with your fellow surviving Knight" "Did...you really think teleporting me directly into the sun was going to do anything?" the man asked reaching over to his sword. The woman chuckles deliriously "no but it did give enough time for your precious Arthur to fall hahaha and now Camelot is mine!" She then rose a brow upon seeing the dark look in the red haired man's eyes "oh so it does seem that your capable of hatred." Ezikiel jaws clenched "Indeed it's quite a surprise in all honestly I didn't quite think I could feel such emotions." The witch laughs "So you've found a new you! Congratulations Sword Saint Ezikiel Van Astrea I hope you're having a nice birthday." His grip tightened on his sword and for a moment the world shook as it was unsheathed "sorry but there is no new me but...today is the end of you Morgan Le Fay!" -Authors Note- Fair Warning He's going to be far much more OP then Reinhard MC X Artoria x Fem Shirou
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