Type-Moon: Root Seiko

Chime!

boom!

The intense clanging of metal was interspersed with explosions of magical energy, and the two sides were locked in a stalemate for a time.

"Isn't she as useful as your Little Madman?" Artoria teased Ryougi with a calm demeanor. "She's so pure that there's no room for her to be corrupted, allowing you to focus more on using her in battle, right? But when you use me, you have to distract yourself by shielding me from this massive amount of curses."

"It's not that bad!" Luo Zhen tried his best to suppress the urge to tease her. "You each have your own strengths. Artoria, your Spirit Origin is much larger than Xiao Kuang's, so can't you lend a hand? Didn't you want to go back and have some hot coffee?"

Luo Zhen heard the laughter in the heart of the Knight King.

So, how could she not understand people's hearts!

This knight king has done everything he was supposed to do in his life, and now he has no regrets at all.

Her completely relaxed state of mind allowed her to fully enjoy this second life and make her very willing to embrace new things in this era.

Especially after talking with Rozen, she learned that she was a Lostbelt drifter and did not belong to this world.

She's completely indifferent now! Luo Zhen totally sensed this mindset!

This left Luo Zhen deeply moved.

If I had known she was this kind of frivolous queen... I would have started pursuing her much earlier!

Although Orange would probably be extremely jealous, Luo Zhen was also putting up with it!

"But that won't work."

The older sister, the Knight King, who didn't actually have to fight, surrendered her body to Luo Zhen and watched the show with great enjoyment.

She was still playing on Luo Zhen's mindset: "'I won't run away until Alice is happy.'"

“That child, like Mordred, is a hastily created android, burdened with far too many responsibilities that aren’t hers. I must stay by her side, make sure she gets a normal human lifespan, and is able to enjoy all the happiness that humans deserve, and then…”

"I'll pursue her!" Luo Zhen nudged Lancelot, who was howling like a mad dog in front of him. "I like Irisviel too! After the singularity is repaired and Orange gives her a new body, I'll confess to her to make sure she has no worries!"

“‘Yes, I’ll also repeat this to Orange.’” She was clearly smiling very happily.

Luo Zhen really needs to figure out a way to coax Chengzi.

Making her call for Qingzi's help last night wasn't enough.

After that, I'll probably have to ask Aoko to personally give my sister a back massage in order to satisfy her sense of superiority.

But what can we do? This is our responsibility!

A man can't say no!

Artoria was finally satisfied and allowed Luo Zhen to give her a portion of control over his body.

"【Arthur!!!】"

The Mad Dog Berserker unleashed a series of New Year's greeting sword techniques, fiercely slashing at Luo Zhen's raised holy spear in defense.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

His Noble Phantasm had accumulated a great deal of magical power, which was concentrated at the point where the blade slashed, continuously building pressure on Ryoujin's Holy Lance.

Then, with the final chop, a massive explosion was triggered!

The Berserker stubbornly endured the explosion by relying on the indestructible nature of his Noble Phantasm, even though he was blown away and his armor was completely shattered.

The key point is that Luo Zhen was opened up by this point-blank impact and lost his defensive stance.

"[……!]"

The berserker, with his boundless martial arts training, seized this brief opening.

He immediately extended the ribbon-like tentacles on his back, forcibly twisted his posture in mid-air, and swung his sword at Luo Zhen!

What awaited him was the tip of the Holy Lance.

Artoria's soul controlled the Holy Lance, which was launched outwards amidst a hurricane at the edge of the world.

It pierced through the berserker's heart!

Luo Zhen followed closely behind.

He activated the Command Spell Wings on his back, propelled himself into the air, and immediately gripped the gun handle, crashing to the ground along with the berserker who had been pierced through him, impaling him in the earth!

The berserker coughed up a mouthful of blood.

No matter how turbulent the black mud was, it could not taint the Holy Lance; all the curses were absorbed by Luo Zhen without exception.

Even the spiritual energy gathered in the berserker's body was twisted by Luo Zhen and channeled into his body.

"..."

At the very last moment, Lancelot, whose spirit origin was shattered, struggled to raise his head and gaze at the man holding the holy lance.

The knight's appearance was like that of a demon, his cheeks sunken from prolonged madness, like that of a living dead.

But only at this last moment.

Only when even madness abandons him, and the obsessed knight is reduced to a mere shell, can he return to his true self.

"My King."

He asked, “My king, will you judge my sins?”

“…I will judge you.” In Luo Zhen’s voice, in Artoria’s tone.

He conveyed the King of Knights' will on his behalf:

“Lancelot. No matter how excusable the reasons, your sins, which have brought you scandal and grave offenses due to your selfish desires, are unforgivable. I sentence you to atone with your death.”

"But if another world exists, another possibility, I would have done better. I would have let you and Guinevere be together as a couple blessed by the world. Forgive me for not being able to do that, my old friend."

“…My King.” Lancelot’s voice was tinged with helplessness.

He lamented: Why was his king so holy, showing not a trace of personal anger even at the very end?

This only highlights my own insignificance and pettiness, and how childish my desire for punishment is.

“My king,” he said, “forgive my presumption… I hope that one day you too will find someone you truly love.”

"……Um."

The berserker vanished.

With a touch of melancholy and satisfaction, and a sense of relief that he couldn't quite explain, he returned to the Throne of Heroes.

Next, it's about what people living in the present should strive for.

Luo Zhen raised the Holy Spear, gathering a storm in the chaos and absorbing all the corrupted spiritual vein magic.

He accepted all the curses with his own soul, bearing "all the evil of this world".

“€€€€Artoria.”

During this process, Luo Zhen whispered, "You need to be prepared to use the Holy Lance within Irisviel's body."

Chapter 112 The Joyful Knight, the Diligent Saintess

The war ended.

If we include the previous siltation point, that would be World War II.

If you also include the corrupted Saber who came to her death, then that makes it the Third Shinobi World War.

Upon returning to the Fuyuki City Hall, Ryougi quickly reshaped the Holy Lance back into Artoria's possession, welcoming the beautiful Great Knight King.

Her blonde hair still warms people's hearts and ignites the fire in Luo Zhen's soul.

"...Rozen, are you alright?" Artoria frowned slightly, her eyes filled with concern.

Luo Zhen was about to ask what she was worried about.

Then, looking down, he noticed that his hands were covered with crimson lines filled with magic.

"Ah, it's nothing." Luo Zhen quickly took a deep breath, dispelling the magic power.

He has now connected two stagnation points, and two-sevenths of the magical energy in Fuyuki City is now flowing inside him.

This is more than enough for a Heroic Spirit's Spirit Origin.

Therefore, Luo Zhen needs to open more inward channels so that his soul can absorb the excess magic power.

He quickly composed himself and met Artoria's worried gaze: "Don't worry, I didn't overeat."

"My soul is insatiable; I can take in as much as I want. Here, coffee."

"Hmm." Artoria took the cup he handed her and took a sip of the still-warm coffee.

Luo Zhen added a lot of milk, but no sugar.

The pleasant aroma and light brown color are just right; if it were Canaan milk, I'd probably need to add a few more cans of condensed milk.

"..."