Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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Keng!

Bedwell did not back down.

Those eyes were fixed intently on Gao Wen.

Gawain's golden bangs covered the upper half of his face, obscuring his expression, and he gripped the Sun Sword tightly in both hands.

"Gao Wenqing..."

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! This is our mission! You would never understand, Bedivere! You, who will be by the King's side at his deathbed, would never understand!"

"I was known as the king's right arm, yet I brought about the king's death because of my own personal grudges!"

"The Gawain you knew was already dead from the very beginning! Now there is only Gawain, the Lion King's knight, who served the King to the very end, and that's all!"

The answer was the same.

Bedivere's blazing silver arm slashed at Gawain's sword.

Answer me, Bedivere!

"What is your sword? What is it that you are protecting?!"

Gawain's bangs flew up from the violent impact, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked at Bedivere, and then launched an even more powerful attack!

""

The right arm, which had transformed into radiance, shone brightly once more.

"My right arm (the sword) is the end of loyalty and righteousness..."

"It is proof of an irreparable sin!"

“Even so, the King did not hold me accountable, but gave me a chance to repent—so...even if you are the one who stopped me, Gao Wenqing, I will absolutely correct this tragedy that should never have happened!”

"Then shatter it along with your arm! The old Round Table, the echo of the ideals we Knights of the Round Table once possessed—I will bury you with my own hands!"

The two men's weapons clashed again.

Under the gleam of the silver arm, the Holy Sword of the Sun was knocked away.

Bedivere picked up a longsword that had fallen to the ground and thrust it at Gawain.

As the Holy City Tower continued to rise, the ground began to collapse, and the once tidy road surface was riddled with holes under the bombardment of various light cannons.

A massive, spiderweb-like crack spread throughout the entire holy city.

The shimmering silver arm knocked down the sun's radiance and the holy sword, yet Gawain, standing at the front, still stubbornly and persistently launched an attack on Bedivere.

At this moment, right or wrong is not important.

All that remained was loyalty to the king, that was his sole belief.

Regardless of right or wrong, Gawain will resolutely carry out any order given by the Lion King.

He wanted to bury Bedivere himself, just as he had buried his former colleagues.

“ClarentbloodArthur!”

When Gawain raised his sword.

Suddenly, I saw crimson lightning.

--Oh no.

Gawain is not a Super Beast.

He also feels tired, sad, and in pain.

This pain had long been filling my heart, stuck in my chest, with nowhere to be vented.

"This time... will I also be unable to make it to the King's final battle?"

"Honestly, I can't do anything right—"

boom!

The lightning instantly engulfed Gawain.

"This is my destiny as a disloyal knight..."

"And, sorry, Gareth—"

The invincible Gawain fell.

This marks the end of the Sun Knight's loyalty.

Gawain, having lost his protection and as the sun began to set, finally collapsed after enduring multiple Noble Phantasms.

""

"So, in the end, you're still clinging to the foolish idea of ​​being loyal to the Lion King?"

Xiao Mo, carrying his sword, looked at Gao Wen with a somewhat forlorn expression.

In terms of seniority, Gao Wen could actually be considered her older brother... Although they had different fathers, they shared the same mother.

"Why...why did you only appear now...? If you had appeared earlier, when the Holy City had just been established, perhaps—"

"Don't talk nonsense, Gawain."

Mordred sighed and slung the greatsword over his shoulder: "It's because of you guys causing trouble that we ended up in this singularity!"

"Even a fool like me understands this, so why can't you, you bastard, comprehend it?! The deity sitting on the throne now is no longer Father!"

Gawain was unable to refute Mordred.

From the very beginning, our positions were different.

Mordred is a Servant summoned in the Fourth Singularity to resolve the incineration of humanity.

Gawain, on the other hand, was a tool summoned by the Lion King to seal away humanity and complete the Holy Grail War.

There is no possibility of reconciliation.

"Is that so... It has nothing to do with loyalty or righteousness, but was it just wrong from the very beginning?"

Gawain closed his eyes: "Sir Mordred—"

Please...

"Please, just once more, grant that king... a peaceful sleep."

"With the swords of the Knights of the Round Table, call back our King—"

"please."

Mordred stared at the fallen Gawain, remaining silent for a long while. The other man seemed to be clinging to life with all his might, as if he wanted to hear the final answer.

"Ah, of course."

The sun in the holy city had completely set, and the golden afterglow faded from the clouds.

"I am the terminator of the Arthurian legend, the final act of all beautiful ideals—"

"I will kill the Lion King."

Having said that, Mordred shifted his gaze from Gawain, whose spirit base was gradually dissipating, and looked at Bedivere, who was lying on the ground in pain from using Silver Arm and could barely support himself.

"Has Master already fought against Lion King 2 - Moon Chair?"

"No...not yet. Lady Fujimaru Ritsuka has been banished to the world by the Lion King."

"Is that so...?"

Mordred seemed to have realized something.

Indeed, fate is guiding me toward my destined end.

"Mordred, aren't you worried...?"

"There's nothing to worry about, Master will definitely be fine!"

Mordred has absolutely no reason to worry about Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Bedwell stood up again.

"That's it..."

Being able to speak politely with the rebellious knight who murdered the king was something Bedivere would never have tolerated before.

However, Mordred was likely upholding loyalty in his own way...

As a descendant of King Arthur, the king she saw was different from everyone else's.

While everyone else held high hopes and ideals for the king, only Mordred wanted King Arthur to exhibit the emotions a normal person should have.

Everyone wants Artoria to become King Arthur.

Only Mordred wanted King Arthur to become Artoria.

And aside.

Mashu then gave Gareth a sound beating.

Gareth's Noble Phantasm, "Raging Wolf Girl," was neutralized by Mash's eyes, and then a Camelot Wall slammed him into the walls of Camelot.

"Gareth...that guy, he's such a lively idiot—"

Mo shook her head, then immediately perked up: "No time for sadness, Mash, Bedivere..."

"Gather your last breath and charge to the top of the Holy Lance!"

"Yes!"

Bedivere: "As you wish, Lord Mordred."

Chapter 217 The Obsession That Was Redeemed, The Knight's Bloodbath Under the Setting Sun

The Holy City, Camelot Round Table Hall.

Agguwen stood quietly on the rooftop, watching the soldiers' defeat.

He vaguely sensed that the ideals of the Holy City were doomed.

His face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word.

The blue holy flag fluttered in the cold wind... but it could not extinguish the raging fire burning in the holy capital.

Clang, clang, clang, clang...

"come yet?"

Agguiwen muttered to himself.

He should have been eliminated by the foreign master.

But that merciful Master was willing to give him a chance...

An opportunity to settle old scores with Lancelot.

So... as expected, Lancelot betrayed them once again.

"Damn-"

boom!

The wall was blasted open.

As the tower rose higher, Agravan silently watched this "ideal kingdom" being madly destroyed.

Just like Camelot's downfall back then...

An incompetent regent can do nothing.

Despite possessing exceptional talent, he was unable to unite his colleagues, and was constantly met with suspicion and misunderstanding...

Even so, he did his best, all for that simple ideal.

Keng!

A sharp sword radiating a blue lake light appeared before my eyes.

“Agraven, your evil schemes must end here.”

“Lancelot…”

The two men stared at each other.