Within the mountains, in a hidden valley.
"Buzz~"
A purple-black mirror materialized, and the next second, a strangely shaped car and two people burst out one after another.
"Ahhhhh! Ghosts! So scary! I feel like I'm in the Underworld!"
Mash's eyes welled up with tears. Despite having been through so many battles, Mash wasn't very good at dealing with ghost-like entities.
Just then, a dark-skinned beauty emerged from behind the mirror. It was Nitocris.
"Hehe~ So, how was your trip to the Underworld? Not bad, right? Ordinary people don't get opportunities like this, to visit a place like that."
Nitocris put away her mirror and said with a smile to the group.
"Nitocris!! How are you here?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka exclaimed in surprise, not expecting to see Nitocris again so soon.
The others also gathered around, curious.
"It really is Nitocris! Does this mean you've had a change of heart? Do you think following us has more prospects, so you've come to find us?"
Mo Shuying asked with an expectant look.
Nitocris, however, rolled her eyes at him and huffed.
"Of course not! I already told you I could never leave His Majesty! Don't say things like that again."
Seeing that Nitocris seemed a bit upset, Fujimaru Ritsuka directly pushed Mo Shuying aside.
"Alright, alright, no more jokes. Thank you, Nitocris, for saving us."
If Nitocris hadn't intervened just now, there might really have been casualties.
And as the weakest member of the team, who do you think would have been the casualty?
"Don't thank me, thank His Majesty. His Majesty told me to come and assist. He said that if you went directly to the Holy City, you would surely face retribution, so he sent me along to help you in a crisis. And look, I did help."
Nitocris puffed out her chest, speaking with an expression that screamed, "Praise me!"
"Hiss... did King of Kings really say that? That guy would say something like that?"
Mo Shuying looked disbelieving, and Nitocris immediately became agitated.
"How dare you question His Majesty! If I had known, I wouldn't have saved you! Hmph!"
Nitocris glared at Mo Shuying, gritting her teeth, and Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly comforted her.
"Sorry, sorry! We believe you. His Majesty Ozymandias is naturally a noble king, truly magnanimous. Not only did he forgive our rudeness, but he also sent Nitocris to save us. Ah, the next time we meet, I must thank him properly!"
It had to be Gudako; just a few words made the female character beam with joy.
Nitocris was happy, so she put her hands on her hips and said,
"His Majesty also wants me to tell you that the Holy City isn't easy to enter. Just the energy barrier alone is very difficult. Since he chose to help you, he will help you all the way, but His Majesty also wants to see if your [might] is enough to defeat the Lion King."
Nitocris turned and pointed towards the mountains.
"Within these mountains, there is an Eastern Village. It's a village founded by a group of free people, and hidden within it is a super Assassin. His Majesty said that to deal with the Holy City's knights, the power of this super Assassin is indispensable. If you can find them and convince them to join you, then when you attack the Holy City next, His Majesty will also take action. If not, then it means your abilities are insufficient, and you should just return the Holy Grail to His Majesty and go home."
After Nitocris finished speaking, everyone's expressions varied.
"Super Assassin?"
"The Sun King is willing to help!"
Everyone looked at each other.
Mordred raised her hand.
"I know where the Eastern Village is. I can lead everyone there."
"Well done, Little Mo! Truly my King's child!"
Artoria praised her.
Mordred immediately scratched her head, breaking into a silly grin.
"Since you know the way, I don't need to guide you anymore. Farewell, everyone. May you all have smooth sailing. Ritsuka, good luck!"
Nitocris winked at Fujimaru Ritsuka one last time, her mirror appearing behind her as she turned and stepped inside.
Watching Nitocris leave.
"So, us? Shall we depart?"
"Let's go!"
Outside the Holy City, Lancelot returned with his Rider squad. Before even getting close, he noticed the massive crater. Lancelot frowned, not understanding what had happened.
He entered the city and went to the tower to see the Lion King.
This was a pure white monarch, seated on the throne, a golden crown atop her golden hair. Her emerald-like yellow-green eyes were devoid of expression, like a Deity, high and mighty.
"Your Majesty! What happened?"
Lancelot entered, seeing Gawain and Tristan kneeling there, and Agravain standing to the side.
Mordred wasn't there.
Lancelot noticed this.
He knelt on one knee, lowering his head, waiting for an answer.
But it was Agravain who spoke.
"I ask you, Lancelot, if you were to meet your former comrades, would you draw your sword against them?"
"..."
Lancelot looked up at Agravain; the two of them had never gotten along well.
"Pellinore, Kay, Bors, Palamedes, Percival—are these not enough to prove my loyalty?"
The names Lancelot spoke were all comrades from the Knights of the Round Table. They had been summoned together at the very beginning, but these individuals chose to oppose the Lion King, disagreeing with the Lion King's ideals. Eventually, the Knights of the Round Table split into two factions, and one was purged.
In other words, Lancelot had personally sent off his former comrades.
"Hmph, but this time is different. The former King has returned."
Agravain snorted coldly.
Lancelot paused, then frowned.
"Are you joking?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
"..."
Lancelot fell silent. To be honest, he was wavering. If it really was the King of Knights, King Arthur, he truly...
"Uh, my loyalty has already been offered to His Majesty, the Lion King. I will fight for you to the very end."
The blessing bestowed upon Lancelot was named [Fierce Loyalty], allowing him to cast aside his inner righteousness and devote himself entirely to the Lion King.
Upon hearing this answer, the Lion King nodded.
Agravain had nothing more to say, so he continued.
"You've passed, Lancelot. Even the former King cannot withstand the brilliance of His Majesty the Lion King's Holy Lance. They have already been destroyed by His Majesty's light."
Agravain said this, and Lancelot immediately thought of the massive crater outside the city. He hadn't expected such a thing to happen while he was out rescuing—uh, searching for enemies!
"Next, His Majesty has assigned you a task. Head into the mountains. My people found a village to the west, and it seems to be protected by a Servant. Lead a team there and, according to the King's will...
Leave no one alive!"
Agravain looked at Lancelot with disgust in his eyes. Lancelot was slightly startled, then quickly lowered his head and said,
"Understood."
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