Black Lancer Alter found the theory she'd just heard difficult to accept. She looked at her hands, at the dark gauntlets, so different from her original radiant, brilliant form.
For a moment, Black Lancer Alter's aura flickered, a dark energy spreading, seemingly disorienting her.
"Please calm down, Your Majesty."
Mo Shuying suddenly spoke, interrupting Black Lancer Alter's descent into darkness. He'd just managed to coax her into talking, to avoid a fight, so how could she go berserk again?
"Hm?"
Black Lancer Alter looked at Mo Shuying and asked, "You still call me Your Majesty?"
"Of course, because you truly are a King. There's no doubt about it," Mo Shuying said, nodding. He suddenly looked at Mordred. "Mordred, tell me, is this being truly a King?"
"Huh? Um? Uh-huh, yes! Of course! I'll never forget Father's heroic presence." Mordred nearly missed her cue, but after a moment's thought, she nodded vigorously.
"Do you mean that I am not a false entity, but a true King reincarnated?" Black Lancer Alter placed a hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat—a sensation of profound reality.
"Naturally! Your Majesty, please don't be confused. Even if one day you meet other versions of yourself—whether they use a sword, a water gun, a pistol, a Holy Lance, a mop, or even deal cards while wearing a bunny suit—never doubt yourself. You are you, the King wielding the Holy Lance." Mo Shuying rattled off a long speech, even impressing himself with his eloquence.
Black Lancer Alter's mouth opened slightly. Though she found it a bit strange that there were so many odd versions of herself, Mo Shuying's words helped her recognize her own existence.
Yes, existence is reasonable. She was who she was. Even if she were to meet her pure, white self one day, what then? If that day truly came, she'd certainly want to test whose kingly aura was stronger.
"Hmph~ Very good. Your words truly please me. Excellent, Mordred, what are you doing here?" Black Lancer Alter looked at Mordred with a pleased expression.
Mordred was momentarily stunned, then quickly replied, "I'm… I was summoned to save this world, I suppose." Mordred's voice lacked a bit of conviction.
"And what was the outcome?"
"It should be handled by now," Mordred said, looking at Black Lancer Alter, thinking to herself, You're the final boss, after all.
"Excellent, well done, Mordred. You haven't disgraced the name of the Knights of the Round Table. As my prince, you are more than qualified." Black Lancer Alter was in a good mood, so her words contained a fair amount of praise.
Mordred's eyes lit up upon hearing this. I… I've been recognized by another Father again!
Suddenly, Mordred seemed to gain a new goal. Hadn't Mo Shuying just mentioned there were many "Fathers"? All sorts of Fathers. If she could gain their recognition as well… wouldn't that be wonderful!
And so, a new plan began to form in Mordred's mind.
"Your Majesty, forgive my impertinence, but you currently have no Master to provide you with Mana, do you? How long can you exist here under these circumstances?" Mo Shuying asked. Although the Holy Grail had been retrieved, if Black Lancer Alter remained, it would greatly hinder the Singularity's recovery, much like Alcides had before.
"My own Mana allows me to exist in this world for about three days." Black Lancer Alter said, but she didn't state everything. If she held the Holy Lance, she could exist indefinitely.
"Three days… that's not too bad."
Three days wasn't a huge problem. Mo Shuying nodded. At worst, he'd just wait another three days.
As things stood, it seemed "Solomon" wouldn't be coming out for a stroll again. He'd already appeared once in Okeanos, so he probably wouldn't be bored enough to show up at every Singularity.
So.
"In that case, Your Majesty, I wonder if I might have the honor of accompanying you for these final three days." Mo Shuying said. Everyone else looked at Mo Shuying, their gazes varied.
Mo Shuying felt somewhat uneasy under their stares and frowned, asking, "What kind of looks are those?"
"Hehehe." Fujimaru Ritsuka sneered. Mash gave him a look that said, "So that's what you're into," her face alight with gossip.
Among them, Karna probably understood Mo Shuying best. He knew Mo Shuying wanted to prevent Black Lancer Alter from going berserk and destroying the world again within these three days. With Mo Shuying by her side, any problems could be resolved promptly.
"You want to accompany me?" Black Lancer Alter looked at Mo Shuying, thought for a moment, and said, "Do you wish to become my knight? Like Mordred."
Mordred looked up, staring at Mo Shuying, feeling as if this was yet another person who wanted to be her stepmother!
"Huh?"
Now it was Mo Shuying's turn to be stunned. He was just looking at Black Lancer Alter, so why was he suddenly being knighted?
"If the King wills it, then I have no objections."
Thinking about it carefully, being knighted didn't seem like a loss. If it could earn him Black Lancer Alter's trust, these three days should be much easier.
"Hmph, my knights are all hand-picked, each one an unparalleled hero. You, however, are not up to standard yet. Forget about it for now."
Black Lancer Alter said, lifting her chin slightly.
Gibberish, gibberish, gibberish, Mo Shuying thought to himself.
"However, I grant you the opportunity to protect me for three days. It's perfect; I've been in the Holy City for so long, and it's rare to come out for a walk. This place is somewhat nostalgic, so let's take a stroll."
After Black Lancer Alter finished speaking, Lamrei and Instant Lance vanished. The King planned to walk across this land on her own two feet.
The Mana Mist that had enveloped London had all been used to summon Black Lancer Alter, and no new Mana Mist was generating. The people of London could now come out and enjoy themselves.
Mo Shuying nodded, then looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.
"I understand, got it. We'll head back now and leave you two to your private time."
Fujimaru Ritsuka's tone was cold. Now that the Mana Mist had cleared and the Holy Grail had been obtained, they could contact Dr. Roman and return to Chaldea.
"Hehehehe..."
Mo Shuying gave an awkward laugh. Fujimaru Ritsuka had indeed gotten smarter, but the "private time" part was a bit inappropriate.
"We're also ready on our end. Spiritron Transfer can happen at any time."
Dr. Roman's voice rang out, making Black Lancer Alter slightly confused, not understanding where the sound was coming from.
"Alright, transfer!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke, and then, Fujimaru Ritsuka led everyone away. Karna also returned at Mo Shuying's signal.
Black Lancer Alter watched the disappearing group, a glimmer of light in her eyes, while Mo Shuying turned to look at Mordred, who was still standing there.
"Why are you still here??"
Mordred: "..."
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