"Who are you?!"
Nitocris felt like her head was spinning. Why were people constantly showing up on her territory, one after another, as if it were their own backyard?!
"You are...?"
Mo Shuying's eyes widened slightly. He naturally knew who the white-haired Rider in front of him was.
Little Bedivere, Bedivere, an... incompetent deliveryman.
"My name is Lucius, just a passing Servant. I just happened to see your fight by accident; I mean no harm."
Bedivere waved his hand. Mo Shuying noticed Bedivere's right arm, the perfectly shaped, shimmering silver arm that was indeed the Silver Arm.
"Oh, hello, Lucius. Thank you for speaking up for me."
Mo Shuying released Nitocris, setting her free.
Nitocris ran a few steps forward, putting distance between herself and Mo Shuying, then looked back at him, frowning. The fact that he let her go so decisively made Nitocris realize Mo Shuying likely bore her no ill will.
However, as a Pharaoh, she still had to save face. Even if she knew she had wrongly accused someone, she wouldn't admit her mistake.
"Hmph! Don't think I'll trust you just because you let me go! A Rider's words have no credibility at all."
The faction Nitocris belonged to was considered an enemy of the Holy City, which was formed by the Knights of the Round Table. A battle was inevitable sooner or later, so she had no fondness for Riders.
"Well... haha."
Bedivere scratched his cheek. Nitocris's words left him speechless. Although he wasn't part of the Holy City now, he was still a Rider, still a member of the Knights of the Round Table, King Arthur's first and last subordinate. Nitocris wasn't wrong.
"Then what else do you want? No one likes a girl who throws tantrums. My friend Lucius, come on, I'll take you to meet someone. You'll be very surprised."
Mo Shuying decided to ignore Nitocris. He looked at Bedivere, imagining in his mind the scene when he would meet Black Lancer Alter. The thought alone made him a little excited.
"Huh?"
Bedivere was taken aback. He scrutinized Mo Shuying up and down. This is our first meeting, isn't it? Why would this person say something like that?
Just as Bedivere was feeling puzzled...
"Who are you calling a tantrum-throwing girl?!"
Nitocris, who had been simmering for a while with her head down, finally exploded! She pointed her finger, and the Sphinx behind her lunged at Mo Shuying!
"Watch out!"
Bedivere immediately ran over and shielded Mo Shuying. This was pure Rider instinct; he had completely forgotten the power Mo Shuying had just displayed.
"Roar!"
Several Sphinxes roared as they charged. These were Phantasmal Beasts of divine beast caliber. In this sandstorm weather, their defenses were astonishing, and even if destroyed, they would resurrect in a very short time.
Nitocris was very confident that with these Sphinxes, granted to her by the Pharaoh, she could defeat any enemy!
However...
"Grasp thy sword! Silver Arm!"
*"Buzz!"*
Bedivere's right arm glowed, transforming into a silver light sword.
As a Knight of the Round Table, Bedivere's swordsmanship and spearmanship were top-notch. He charged towards the Sphinxes, and flashes of sword light sliced through their bodies. After a flicker of light, the Sphinxes froze, then vanished on the spot with whimpers.
"What?! How is this possible!"
Nitocris's face showed disbelief. She couldn't sense the Sphinxes' presence at all now, which meant they were truly eliminated.
The thought of the Sphinxes, which the Pharaoh had entrusted her to tend, being wiped out made Nitocris feel as if the sky had grown dark.
"Ugh..."
After dealing with his opponents, Bedivere's right arm emitted a steaming sound. Bedivere endured the pain without a sound, straightened up, and said to Nitocris,
"Perhaps you have some misunderstanding about me and this gentleman. I'll let it go this time and won't punish you, but there can't be a next time."
A Rider does not strike women or children, unless he can't help it.
After speaking, Bedivere turned around, but the very next second, he saw Mo Shuying's face extremely close to his! Almost pressing against him!
"Ah!!"
The strikingly handsome Rider immediately let out a girlish shriek. Mo Shuying smiled. This reaction is pretty good.
"Alright, let's ignore this busty but brainless one for now. I think you absolutely must come with me. Come, this way."
Mo Shuying stepped forward and grabbed Bedivere's left arm, not caring whether he wanted to or not, and pulled him along.
"Hey, hey, hey!?"
Bedivere looked bewildered. What kind of development was this? He had stepped up to save someone; how did it feel like he had gotten himself into trouble?
Bedivere wanted to resist, but he found Mo Shuying's strength surprisingly great. The hand gripping his arm was like a vice clamping his wrist, leaving him nowhere to escape.
However, Bedivere didn't sense any malice from Mo Shuying. Finally, he calmed down and followed Mo Shuying.
As for Nitocris...
"...Who are you calling busty but brainless?! Ah!!"
Nitocris roared, about to give chase, but her foot slipped, and she stumbled into the sand, two streams of hot tears flowing uncontrollably.
Mo Shuying had been gone for a while, and the people in the car were growing somewhat anxious.
Just moments ago, the Sphinxes that had been prostrate around the oasis all flew away. Then, faint fluctuations of Mana colliding flickered into existence, as if someone was using a powerful attack, but now everything had calmed down.
Even though there were many of them, no one spoke up to chat for a while, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Just as everyone was wondering whether to get out and go into the oasis,
Mo Shuying returned.
"My King! Look who I brought back for you!!"
Mo Shuying appeared, pulling Bedivere along, and shouted to Black Lancer Alter.
"Hmm?"
Black Lancer Alter was startled. She turned to look at Mo Shuying, then saw the man behind him.
"Hmm? Who is this person?"
Black Lancer Alter's memories hadn't been awakened, so she didn't know who Bedivere was.
But Bedivere recognized Black Lancer Alter!
"My King! My King!!"
Bedivere could hardly believe his eyes. The person he had painstakingly sought for 1500 years was suddenly right before him! It felt too unreal!
"You are? From your attire, you must be a Knight as well, but I don't know your name."
Black Lancer Alter rose and stepped out of the car. Bedivere was already kneeling before Black Lancer Alter, his eyes filled with hot tears. He had imagined various scenarios for meeting Lancer Artoria, but this one he truly hadn't anticipated.
"My King, my name is not worthy of mention. I have finally seen you again. After 1500 years, this sword is finally returning to its rightful owner."
Bedivere cried tears of joy. Wiping his eyes, he placed his left hand on his right arm. A flash of light erupted, and the originally magnificent Silver Arm transformed into a longsword gleaming with golden light, right before everyone's eyes.
"This is!?"
Black Lancer Alter was stunned. Though she couldn't recall Bedivere's name, she knew this sword!
Sword of Promised Victory!
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