Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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If they admit it, then it proves that the Lion King is inferior to the Magic King.

For Agravan, there was no one more perfect than that king, so this was impossible.

To have such thoughts would be to be disloyal and blasphemous to the king.

but...

If they don't admit it.

This shows that the Lion King's approach was wrong.

They clearly had a better way: to stop the burning of humanity and fight to reclaim human history.

Agguiwen was at a loss for words.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's words, which blocked both sides, left him with no way to refute them, or even at all.

“Agravivan”.

“I understand your thoughts and difficulties. I also know that you Knights of the Round Table do not truly believe that the Lion King’s ideals are correct, which is why you fight for her.”

“You feel guilty toward her.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice struck Agravain's chest like a bell!

“I know that each of you is loyal to the King and that each of you has a beautiful ideal.”

However, of the thirteen Knights of the Round Table, three did not respond to the Lion King's call.

"Four Knights of the Round Table were killed by you."

"Knight Kay, the elder brother of the Knight King, had no choice but to flee until his spirit origin was destroyed."

"Even Gareth was killed during the campaign against Richard the Lionheart."

Fujimaru Ritsuka stared intently at Agravain, her voice seemingly pulling him into the newly summoned setting sun.

“Each of you is a loyal knight of the King of Knights,”

"There were even knights among them who rebelled against Morgan and swore to be loyal to her to the end."

"Is this kind of reckless behavior really the result the Knight King wants?"

"Think back to Camelot."

Under the full moon, the vampire lady's voice was like a seductive devil.

Agguiwen's pupils trembled, and he could only open his mouth in silence.

"Your so-called 'loyalty and righteousness'..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka inappropriately manifested a black and red evil holy sword.

At the same time, under the influence of the demonic eye, her figure transformed into a black tyrant king.

"Just how low must I fall...?"

"Your so-called 'uninformed' remarks..."

"Do you think... that you all can understand my heart?"

The image of the black and evil Artoria, with her dark golden dragon eyes, was imprinted in Agravivan's mind.

king!

"No...that's not how it is!"

Agravan's voice was laced with fear and cracked: "I have always been loyal to the King, for the ideal country, the ideal Camelot! I will do anything!"

"Therefore, Your Majesty, it is not as you say (four) Ruzaki 2!"

"We did this to pursue the glory of the King..."

Agraven was about to argue when the cold voice of the "Black King" shattered his stubbornness once again.

"What you pursue is the King of Knights, or the ideal king you imagine in your heart. Perhaps, in your eyes, my depraved state... is nothing but a foolish dead end."

"No, it was our foolishness and selfishness that led to Camelot's destruction. The king was perfect. Without him, Britain would have long since—"

Agguiwen quickly shook his head.

At this moment, regardless of whether Fujimaru Ritsuka had truly transformed into Artoria, the real Artoria was indeed speaking to him.

"exactly."

Fujimaru Ritsuka slightly curled the corners of her lips: "You have always followed the 'King of Ideals,' not the 'King of Knights.' In other words, as long as it is the 'King of Ideals,' anyone will do, even the current Lion King."

"Look at the mess you've made."

Human blood, a hopeless future...

Not only did you fail to protect it, but you also used helplessness as an excuse.

“Come, answer me now, Agguwen.”

"What exactly does an ideal nation protect?"

Agguwen stood there, stunned.

Even with his unwavering resolve, and despite never having doubted or wavered, his hands couldn't help but tremble.

He didn't care how much sacrifice was required; as long as it was for the sake of his ideal world, he didn't care how much he lost.

I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do.

The Witch's Child has always believed this.

“Your mistake was not the killing of the people, Agukwen.”

In an instant, the black figure reverted to the appearance of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

They lit up together, their deep blue eyes flashing with dark blue ghostly flames.

"This aura is—"

Silent Hassan keenly sensed the terrifying yet familiar aura emanating from Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Belonging to the old man of the mountain, the breath of death!

"A regent knight known for his impartiality and integrity."

"The evening bell has revealed your fate."

The blonde vampire girl raised her sword.

"So-called absolute justice, pure ideals... that is your sin."

"Choose a future with no redemption, blindly pursue ideals while ignoring the wishes of everyone else."

"Is this the country you wanted?"

"In the name of my servant, Artoria Pendragon!"

"Meanwhile, under Hassan's leadership—"

"The first [Old Man of the Mountain], Hassan al-Sabah!"

"—Hand over your head, Knight [Agraven]!"

Chapter 205 You've escaped with your life, Agravivan!

Just how strong is Fujimaru Ritsuka now?

Even she herself didn't know...

The Eye of Death and the Eye of the Rainbow.

Her two eyes broadened her field of vision.

Ritsuka can see things she couldn't see before.

To understand things that were previously incomprehensible.

It can even handle Star Marks that were previously impossible to process.

"I took advantage of the king."

Agguwen admitted: "That's why I understand that king."

If it were an ordinary person, they might have already begun to waver under Fujimaru Ritsuka's judgment.

But Agravan was clearly more stubborn than anyone else.

"That is the ideal I lost long ago, an ideal that could never be realized!"

"I do indeed believe that king was merely a tool for conveniently ruling the country!"

"But that's precisely why I'm willing to give my all for this country, for that king! That so-called ideal is a lie, a falsehood! I'm also willing to use this body to search for the possibility of that Camelot ideal!"

A furious roar, strained to the limit.

It sounded like a heart-wrenching wail.

But whether it was one or the other, the Iron Knight said.

Before me stood a blonde girl who resembled a demon king.

He had no choice but to meet those heterochromatic eyes that were almost impossible to resist.

"Even if you convict me..."

Agravain looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who appeared not far in front of him, holding a black sword.

Even if the enemy cannot be defeated, even if one may be wrong.

However, he always firmly believed in one thing, which made him hold onto that elusive anchor as his ideal even in the face of absolute oppression!

"That ideal... is absolutely right! This is my loyalty to the king, even if the king comes to judge me, even if I am judged by the judges!"

Agraven gripped his spear tightly, and black and red magic coalesced into countless illusory soldiers, charging towards Fujimaru Ritsuka!

The blazing magical energy surged like lightning. Agravure gripped his spear tightly, and despite the vast difference in power, he charged towards Fujimaru Ritsuka without hesitation.

"The King and the Nation! I have always believed this! Even if no one can acknowledge it, no one can understand it... that holy sword stained with darkness is still our salvation, our tarnished ideal!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's blue eyes showed not a trace of hesitation.

That truly is a soul as strong as iron.

"However, even the most steely soul can decay."

"O Iron Knight."

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her sword.

Her voice was steady, accompanied by the echo of the bells.

It kept knocking at Agravivan's heart.

"The ideals you pursue are nothing more than a fig leaf to cover up your inner fragility."

"So-called stubbornness is just an excuse for being asleep."

"However, we must acknowledge the king's loyalty and righteousness."

Despite the vast army that had been transformed, and countless berserk purgatory knights created based on Lancelot, Fujimaru Ritsuka still stood with his sword in hand.

Her golden hair flew wildly in the fierce wind.

She watched quietly as Agguiven rushed towards her, and his awareness, and understood his thoughts.

It's unclear whether it's loyalty to the country, loyalty to the king, or loyalty to one's ideals.

He didn't want to choose.

He wanted to be loyal to his country, to the king, and to his own ideals.

So he integrated the three together.

That ideal king, the perfect guardian, was the king he longed for in his heart.

Because of his impulsive actions during his lifetime, which led to the collapse of the Round Table, this fact remains unchanged even now. However, whatever... whatever the cost, is necessary to achieve the King's ideal, the ideal of the Round Table...

"I will uphold my loyalty to the king!"

Agguwen charged into the moonlight!

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