I must draw my sword immediately!

Chapter 126 Specimens and the King of the Holy Lance

After entering this British capital from Sua,

He has met many people.
Merchants, soldiers, Knights of the Cross before the capital's gates, nobles crowding the casino, waiters inside Gerry Freyt's casino, a projected group of clock tower magicians, Princess Morgan le Fay, the Royal Guard, and King Perinoa.
All these things, the things Sua learned from these people, formed Sua's understanding of the royal capital, Winchester.

but,

After sensing the unusual fluctuations in 'fate', Suya, having calmed down, quickly noticed something strange—

There were no common people in the capital.

This might sound strange, since the waiters, cooks, soldiers, and knights that Suya met in the tavern could also be considered ordinary people.

However, if we categorize people by their profession, we can quickly summarize the commonalities among all those active in the capital—

They were all professionals.

Even old Horney, whom Sua had met not long ago in the dilapidated tavern, whose profession was the tavern owner, only mentioned in his complaints that his business dealings were with knights.

Other than that,

There are no ordinary people.

No one was found in the houses destroyed during the behemoth's rampage, and no one cried out in agony after the Holy Church Street was blasted into ruins by the Knight of Baling's sword.
Walking the streets of the capital, there are only knights, knights, and more knights.

It was as if the streets had been specially cleared out for these professionals to fight, while the ordinary people had already evacuated.

However, strangely enough, when Morgan LeFee was creating the projection, Sua, as one of the audience members, could also sense countless 'people' in the audience.

It was the gaze and faith of those three million 'people' that propelled Morgan le Fay to the throne and overturned King Uther's old policies, thus revealing the true nature of the glamorous paladin.

So where did all these people go?
Sua recalled the function of the Holy Lance Lungominiad, and the rumors about King Perinoa that she had heard from Gerry Freyt.

now,

Standing before the round table of lava, burning with black and gold glassy flames,
Suya turned her gaze to Galahad, staring coldly at him, and spoke again, demanding:

"Answer me, Knight Galahad!"

Why is the capital city of three million people so quiet?

Galahad, the 12-year-old knight, bit his lip tightly, his face pale, his body trembling slightly, and he clenched his fists in response to Sua's questioning.
He found it difficult to answer the question.

Because it was he who created all of this.

At this time,

Seeing Galahad's reaction, Sua calmly and coldly stated:

"Is it because of this royal selection?"

“You have not chosen a king for the whole of Britain, but a king who carries the faith of three million people who have been made into specimens and stored in the Holy Lance Rungomminiadne.”

"You used the faith of three million people as fuel to forcibly create divine power, driving this holy lance that no one can pull out—"

"The one you are choosing is the king who can pull out this holy lance!"

"For this, we would not hesitate to turn Britain into a barren land."

Hearing this cruel truth spoken by Suya,
Galahad's pupils twitched, his lips trembled, and he stood frozen in place like a clay or wooden sculpture.

a long time,

He lowered his head, a bitter smile on his face, and revealed the truth:

"Fifteen years ago, the one chosen by Solomon to become one of the Seven Kings, ruling over the nations of Britain, the inner reaches of the Star Sea, and countless magical beasts, was the Red Dragon King."

"The Red Dragon King led the resistance against the Feast of the Seven Kings and refused to build the Tower of Gods, which led to King Solomon's divine punishment."

"On that day, the Red Dragon King did not hesitate to tear apart the nations of Britain on the surface of the earth, and forcibly pulled out the Holy Lance Rungominiad to fight against King Solomon's Ten Commandments."

"It was at that time that the Britons betrayed their king."

"In the end, King Uther was chosen to participate in the Feast of the Seven Kings as the weakest king, thus preserving the existence of the British kingdoms."

"King Euthy hoped to complete the construction of the Tower of God, preserve Britain as a vassal of the Roman Empire and the Holy Kingdom of Jerusalem, and ultimately accept King Solomon's guidance to ascend to the throne and obtain endless life and power."

At this point, Galahad lowered his head, his tone gradually becoming lost and bewildered.
"However, fifteen years have passed."

"The Tower of Divinity is about to be completed, but a rumor has spread among the high-ranking officials of the seven kingdoms—" "There can only be one final divine position."

"There can only be one king who can ascend the Tower of Divinity, ascend to the divine throne, and protect his family, country, and people."

"Everyone can imagine the scale and intensity of the war of annihilation that is about to break out."

"At this time, Britain, compared to other countries that each possessed divinely created armies, possessed powerful legions, generals, and warriors."

"All we have are scattered nations, kings rejected by the Holy Lance, and even the strongest king in the entire country, King Uther, was captured and beheaded on the third day of the war with the Macedonian Empire, as you can see."

"To preserve their nation, the Britons betrayed the Red Dragon King, who could easily wield the Holy Lance. Now, to deal with the external threat, we have no choice but to compromise and turn Britain into the 'Infertile Land' in order to select the Holy Lance King who can save us."

After telling this highly ironic story, Galahad gave a self-deprecating smile.
"Ah"

After hearing all this
Suya looked at him and asked, "Then, the outcome of this royal selection must already be predetermined, right?"

"Who is the chosen king?"

Galahad raised his head, looked at Suya standing in front of him, shook his head, and said:

It doesn't matter who it is.

"The faith of the three million citizens of the capital is the currency of royal power—whoever gathers the brightest light of faith will be crowned the King of the Holy Lance."

"Or rather, the day He ascended to the throne was the day He became the puppet linking the Holy Lance and the will of Britain."

"And the one holding the gun,"

"It is King Perinoa."

Suya nodded, calmly looking at Galahad, holding the Holy Sword Meliaduk, and like a true king, he bowed to the knight before him and asked:
"So, one last question—"

"Sir Galahad, why have you come here?"

Upon hearing this question, Galahad's mind was a jumbled mess, unable to make sense of it at all.
He looked around, his confusion finally settling on the blood at the center of the lava table, and gritted his teeth, saying:
"I do not know."

"I cannot stand by and watch the entire population of the capital, numbering three million, become specimens of faith."

"Therefore, I have come here to seek God's guidance."

Suya continued, "So, did you find it?"

Galahad lowered his head, murmuring in disappointment and confusion:
"The gods are gone."

At this moment, Suya, like a charlatan, looked at him with a benevolent smile and said:
"Then I will become your god."

Galahad abruptly raised his head, his pupils trembling slightly.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

As you can see—

Suya turned her head and looked at the round table that represented the fifth path.
This divine weapon, forged by the Red Dragon King, existed precisely to win this Holy Grail War.
He looked intently at Galahad and raised his voice:

"Since this absurd world can only have one god, one king, one country and its knights."

"Then why can't it be me?"

"If the king is God."

"Then I will allow you to become my knight, my follower!"

"Correspondingly—"

"Even if my spine is broken, I'll crawl on my knees to the throne,"

"I too will live to the end, and lead this country and all my knights to the very end!"

Standing beside the blazing lava, Sua smiled at Galahad and, without giving him a chance to refuse, tossed him the Holy Sword Meliaduk.
then,

He turned around, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the round table before him, and laughed heartily in a clear, bard-like voice:
"Knight Galahad,"

"Don't you want to see the end of the world?"

(End of this chapter)