Screw the rules.

I extract mana and bombard him with fire.

"Wha--!?!?"

He desperately tries to counter, but I am making his life even more difficult by constantly attacking him with my sword.

Soon enough, he starts to slow down and is barely able to repel my attacks.

"Haaa!" - My mana attacks manage to destroy his armor and helmet. I strike him once again with my sword and cut off his head.

"Stop stop stop!"- The announcer desperately yells.

"Seize him!" - The royal bastard yells.

Many guards, Servants and nobles put at least 64,000 mana around me. The mana is separated in groups of 5,000 at a good distance from each other so they don't convert into World Magic. I stop.

Some servants come running towards Musclehead head. "Is he still alive?" - "I don't know, his brain must be intact but he probably ran out of mana. Put Power Crystals in his mouth quick!"

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The royal bastard levitated towards the arena. He gets close to me, but keeps 3 meters distance.

"I hate it when people ignore my orders."

"... I don't owe you anything. You're not even my Master."

"I'm not now. But in a little while..." - He shows a needle and then points at the place where he was. Nora is on the ground. He poisoned her!

"You son of a bitch!"

Is this guy crazy!? He killed her in public!?

"Calm your horses Servant, you try anything, we will blow you up."

Damnit! I don't have enough mana to annulate this!

"Death to the crown!!!" - Someone yells.

Someone ignites some of the groups of mana around me and everyone in the arena is squashed like an insect. Including me.

******Bad End******