FATE: Target of Grand Master

"Xia Yan"

Morgan wanted to take Xia Yan away immediately, but he found himself stumbling.

Morgan's declaration about the Holy Sword came at a price. Only now did he realize that his Spirit Origin had reached the point where it was barely enough to sustain his existence. He could barely walk, let alone transfer to another body.

"Morgan!"

Xia Yan rushed over and helped Morgan steady himself.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but..."

The two looked up at the same time, and the golden light was as dazzling as the sun.

"Hahaha, the mere Holy Lance dares to think it can outshine the sun? How arrogant, how incredibly arrogant."

Osmandis's voice reached my ears.

"Master of the Shining Light, I have seen all your efforts. To fight against gods with a human body for so long is truly remarkable, and even I am moved by it. As a wise ruler, I have always been fair in rewarding and punishing, and I will reward your efforts accordingly. But before that, tell me, what did you mean by 'Romeo II' earlier?"

Osmandis turned to look at Xia Yan, his expression aggressive.

Xia Yan scratched his head somewhat awkwardly and replied, "Um... 'Ramses II' is short for Ramses II. I'm sorry, Sun King, I spoke too quickly and accidentally said that abbreviation. If it made you feel uncomfortable, I sincerely apologize."

"Hehehehehe. If Nitocris were here, she would definitely point her finger at you and call you 'disrespectful.' But it doesn't matter. I am tolerant, and I won't mind this little offense. It's just that I don't like this title, so don't say it again."

Osmandis first burst into laughter, then instantly switched to a serious expression.

"Yes, I appreciate your tolerance."

Xia Yan spoke very respectfully, but in his heart he was anxious: Brother, check if the top of your head is okay, and use whatever method you have.

"Then, it is time for me to bestow my rewards."

Osmandis looked at the golden holy spear above his head and continued, "I have been conserving my mana for this moment. Master of the Shining Light, the reward I bestow upon you is to continue living; you have no right to refuse."

Having said that, Osmandis spread his arms wide and proclaimed, "I am Osmandis, the Sun King! I now infuse the remaining half of my Spirit Origin into my Noble Phantasm. Come, my Great Temple! Let the Holy Lance, which dares to shine brighter than the sun, see who truly symbolizes the sun! Noble Phantasm! The Great Radiant Complex Temple!"

Deep in the distant desert, the great temple where Xia Yan had once spent a night rose into the air. Sand grains slid down the outer walls of the great temple like four wide sand waterfalls. After taking off, the great temple immediately flew rapidly towards Camelot.

Just as the golden light of the Holy Lance illuminated the faces of Xia Yan and the others, a huge shadow suddenly appeared above their heads, followed by a deafening roar.

"Do not worry, Master of the Shining Light. Since I have promised to bestow a reward upon you, I will never go back on my word."

Although he said that, Osmandis's figure was becoming increasingly faint, but even at the moment of parting, Osmandis still maintained the composure of a king.

Rumble—!

Osmandis had previously stored a considerable amount of magic power through the Holy Grail, and after colliding with the Holy Lance, a huge ripple of magic power emanated from the top of the Great Temple.

Rumble—!

Another thunderous roar, like thunder in one's ears, followed by a continuous fall of debris from the great temple, smashing through much of Camelot's pristine white wall.

Rumble—!

At the bottom of the Great Temple, golden particles, similar to those that appeared when a spirit origin dissipates, began to appear. Soon, the golden particles spread to all parts of the Great Temple until they finally disappeared completely.

Along with it, the Holy Lance in the sky also disappeared, but Osmandis used the Great Temple to block it.

Looking at the spot where Osmandis had stood, Xia Yan sincerely expressed his admiration for the Sun King.

"Damn it, that damned Sun King! Damn humans! You... Ah—!"

The Lion King knelt on the ground, covering his face with his hands, and could no longer even hold the Holy Lance.

After another heart-wrenching howl, the Lion King stopped all movement, standing like a statue.

Cú Chulainn walked to the Lion King's side, pulled the thorn spear from the ground, and aimed the tip at the Lion King's head.

clang!

Just as he was about to stab him, Agguiven swung his sword and pushed him away.

Both were severely injured, so much so that after the collision, they both fell to the ground and were unable to stand up for a long time.

"Don't approach my king!"

Even though he couldn't stand up, Agravan still crawled to the Lion King's side.

Xia Yan had seen all of this, and even as an opponent, he had to praise Agguiwen's loyalty to his lord.

"Thank you, Agravivan."

A familiar voice came from behind.

Agravan turned his head with difficulty and saw a long-lost, human smile on the Lion King's face.

He understood that the Lion King had regained his humanity and returned to his identity as "Artoria Pendragon".

Seeing the Lion King stand up and walk towards Xia Yan, Morgan instinctively wanted to stand in front of Xia Yan, but instead collapsed weakly into Xia Yan's arms.

The Lion King smiled upon seeing this.

"Thank you, Master Xia Yan. You have restored my humanity, and I will remember this kindness. However, I did not expect that the way to awaken me would be through Richard's Noble Phantasm and the Lake Fairy's certification. What I did not expect even more was that you were able to subdue 'Morgan' so completely."

"If you're going to praise Xia Yan, then praise him properly. What's the point of dragging me into this? If it weren't for your near-limitless magic power, you would already be kneeling before me."

Morgan was already displeased to see Artoria getting close to Xia Yan, and he was even more displeased after hearing what she said.

"You're welcome, Lion King. No, you should be called King Arthur now."

Seeing Morgan glaring at him, Xia Yan quickly ended his conversation with Artoria and reassured her, "Morgan is right. If the conditions are fair, we will definitely win this battle."

Artoria had no intention of stirring things up, and readily admitted, "That's right. You won this battle."

Upon hearing Artoria's words, Morgan snorted, turned his head away, and said nothing more.

Xia Yan knew that Morgan was actually quite pleased with himself, but he didn't want to show it in front of Artoria because of his pride.

"Um...King Arthur, could you please sign your autograph for me?"

Richard pulled out a marker from somewhere and, with a "pop," uncapped it.

"Um...that..."

Richard looked down and examined it for a long time, finally pointing to his cloak and giving a bright smile.

"Could you please sign here?"

Artoria never expected to meet her fans here. She took the marker and wrote her name without saying a word.

Richard I.

"exist!"

Richard immediately stood up straight after being called out by his idol.

"I have obtained information about you; you are an excellent king. Furthermore, the battle just now was well-done; you are worthy to wield the 'Sword of Excalibur'."

After signing her name, Artoria handed the marker back to Richard.

Richard's eyes were now practically sparkling, his face beaming with the joy of being praised by his idol.

Taking the marker, Richard immediately bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for the compliment, I truly don't deserve it!"