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"Saint-Ba?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Da Vinci exchanged a glance. They had heard the word several times on the way, but they didn't know what it meant.

The kind female refugee explained with a smile: "That's right, the Holy City holds a ceremony once a month, and the Lion King will open the Holy City to allow us refugees to enter."

Leonardo da Vinci pondered, “Why do you want to enter the Holy City? If it were just individuals, it would be understandable, but with so many people, there must be some reason behind this collective phenomenon.”

The female refugee looked sorrowful: "The reason... The Crusaders invaded the Holy Land, burning, killing, looting, and destroying many towns. The land burned, and many monsters and undead were born. It was the Lion King who defeated them and reclaimed the Holy Land. Although some believers resent it, believing that the Lion King also defiled the Holy Land, we are extremely grateful for the safe place he provided."

"Wait! You mean the Lion King defeated the Crusaders!?" Mash exclaimed in astonishment.

“Yes, that Lion King must be a messenger sent by God to save the world.” The female refugee nodded with a reverent expression.

Mashu was puzzled: "But the Lion King should be a Crusader..."

“Wait a minute.” Da Vinci interrupted Mashu’s question, asking another question: “Is the Holy Election held once a month, meaning there’s a selection process? What conditions must one meet to be selected?”

The female refugee shook her head: "No, it's just a ceremony. Everyone who participates in the Holy Selection ceremony can enter the Holy City. So far, there have been five or six Holy Selection ceremonies, and everyone has been selected."

Fujimaru Ritsuka asked curiously, "If that's the case, why carry out the Holy Expedition? Wouldn't it be enough to just open the city gates?"

The female refugee looked troubled: "I don't know the answer to this question either. It must be a very important ceremony."

Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to ask further questions, Dr. Roman's projection urgently warned, "Ritsuka, a powerful magical energy reaction has been detected approaching you! Be careful, it's a very powerful Servant!"

Not long after, a riot broke out in the refugee camp.

"It's a Knight of the Round Table! It's Lord Gareth! The Sainthood Ceremony hasn't even started yet, why are you coming out of the Holy Capital?"

"What... happened?"

"I don't know."

"what happened?"

"Lord Gareth, when will the Holy Battle begin? When can we enter the Holy City? Our food reserves are running low. We don't care about ourselves, but we can't let our children go hungry."

"Lord Gareth, I am ill. Please allow me to enter the Holy City and let me pray to God."

Hearing the discussion, Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group were thrown into confusion. "Why would the Knights of the Round Table be associated with the Crusaders?"

Upon seeing Gareth, Da Vinci's eyes widened, his expression turning serious: "This reaction is not that of an ordinary Servant. What's going on? What exactly is the miracle she possesses..."

Dr. Roman noticed Leonardo da Vinci's strange expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

Leonardo da Vinci solemnly said, "Be prepared to retreat at any time, Ritsuka. We made a mistake; our habitual thinking led us to believe that the Lion King was Lionheart."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded decisively.

Gareth, a Knight of the Round Table, approached Fujimaru Ritsuka, ignoring their wariness, and greeted them with a warm and radiant smile: "You must be the last Masters in the world. It must have been a long and arduous journey for you to come to this world. On behalf of the Knights of the Round Table, I welcome you."

Beside Gareth, the Knights of Justice used their weapons to part the refugee procession and disperse the crowd.

Mashu hesitated before asking, "Who are you?"

"Excuse me, my name is Gareth, the Knight of the Round Table Gareth. Hmm... I feel like there's a familiar aura about you." Gareth leaned closer, looking Mash up and down.

Leonardo da Vinci solemnly inquired, "What business does your king have with us?"

Gareth thought about it carefully and shook his head: "No, the king instructed me to welcome you as guests, nothing more."

Da Vinci continued, "So you mean if we turn around and leave now, you won't stop us, will you?"

Gareth nodded, puzzled. "Exactly."

Fujimaru Ritsuka preemptively smiled and asked, "Gareth, do you mean we can enter the Holy Capital without undergoing a Holy Expedition?"

Faced with Fujimaru Ritsuka's overly familiar attitude, Gareth, who shared the same personality, felt a sense of goodwill and quickly nodded: "Of course, I can now lead you to the throne of the king for an audience."

"Could you wait a moment?"

Please make yourself at home.

Fujimaru, Ritsuka, and the other two distanced themselves and discussed the matter privately.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Leonardo da Vinci: "Da Vinci, do you sense anything? Your expression is very strange."

Da Vinci nodded solemnly, giving Gareth, the young female knight waiting in the distance, a deep look: "The situation here is unusual; venturing in rashly could be very dangerous."

Mashu said gravely, "Shouldn't we leave?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and said, "No, that's precisely why we need to go in. That Knight of the Round Table must be a Servant summoned by someone. She knows our identities but doesn't care. This is a great opportunity to learn what's happening in this world and who that Lion King is."

Da Vinci smiled and said, "I agree. She doesn't seem to be faking it. Danger and opportunity coexist. She's becoming more and more capable, Ritsuka."

Not far away, Gareth watched Fujimaru Ritsuka and her group with curiosity. As a member of the Knights of the Round Table, she was naturally aware of the astrological prophecies.

The arrival of the world's last Master will cast a shadow over the King's glory.

Unlike the other Knights of the Round Table, Gareth never truly accepted the Lion King's actions, and therefore harbored no ill will towards Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group.

It just felt strange that Wang Mingming, knowing the astrological prophecy, still treated them as guests.

After Fujimaru Ritsuka and her group finished their discussion, Gareth led them into the Holy City.

"!?"

As soon as she entered the front, Fujimaru Ritsuka paused.

Mashu asked in a low voice, "Senpai, what's wrong?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka said solemnly, "The connection with Chaldea has been severed."

"what?"

"Don't worry, it's probably not something they did on purpose. It's just a characteristic of this pure white holy city, something like a natural barrier."

Da Vinci, who was nearby and had overheard the conversation, nodded and said, "That's right, but it's more complicated than you think. I'll explain later."

Surrounded by a large group of righteous knights, it was not a suitable time for conversation.

Along the way, Fujimaru Ritsuka curiously observed the sacred place, which could be described as an ideal city. The architecture was simple yet beautiful, elegant yet majestic, just like a city from a fairy tale.

The only downside was that there were practically no people in sight; it was eerily quiet. On the wide streets, there wasn't a single horse-drawn carriage, let alone a pedestrian.

Each street was guarded by a charioteer.

At this point, Leonardo da Vinci's expression had already turned somewhat strange.

The group marched straight down the central street and arrived at the Lion King's throne.

Beneath the throne, the Knights of the Round Table gathered, each radiating a powerful aura that made Mashu tremble with fear.

Mordred put his hands behind his head and chuckled, "You've finally arrived. Let me see what kind of person the last Master in the world is."

Gao Wen frowned and remained silent.

Lancelot pursed his lips, his gaze fixed on Mash, sometimes surprised, sometimes puzzled, but he himself didn't know why Mash had attracted his attention.

Lancelot has the personality of a playboy who likes to flirt with women, but he is quite certain that he has no improper thoughts about this girl.

The red-haired knight Tristan closed his eyes and murmured, "How sad, if the prophecy is true..."

Agravan stood beside the throne, indifferent and silent.

Gareth knelt down and bowed his head respectfully to report, "Your Majesty, the guests have been brought."

On the throne, the Lion King's azure eyes were calm and still, revealing a transcendent and sacred aura. He nodded: "Lord Gareth, go back to where you belong."

"Yes."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was almost completely thrown into chaos, her mouth agape in surprise.

First is Mordred, a Knight of the Round Table. They had a connection in a previous singularity, but now they meet again as if they were strangers.

Secondly, there is the Lion King, who bears a striking resemblance to the Knight King from Singularity F, sharing a similar temperament. It can even be concluded that they are the same person from different timelines.

The Lion King said indifferently, "What's wrong? Are you so surprised to see me?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's face turned pale as she sensed the immense pressure of the inhuman realm emanating from the Lion King. It was unlike any Servant she had ever encountered, even more terrifying than Cú Chulainn, the Mad King she had faced head-on in the previous singularity.

Fujimaru Ritsuka recalled the being who called himself the King of Magic, a realm that also transcended human comprehension.

Fujimaru Ritsuka instinctively shook her head: "No..."

Leonardo da Vinci calmly replied, "Please forgive our rudeness, but we are surprised because you look so much like someone we know."

Mordred shouted, "That's the same cliché line Lancelot used to hit on a woman, and it's really rude! Did the king give you permission to speak?"

Lancelot's lips twitched, and he glanced at Mash.

Lion King Emerald glanced at Mordred and said calmly, "You too, Lord Mordred."

Mordred replied nonchalantly, "Because I'm just naturally rude."

Agravely reminded him coldly, "We are now before the King's throne, Lord Mordred. Watch your words and actions, and do not do anything that would bring shame upon the King."

A chilling killing intent, almost tangible, surged from his body. If Mordred dared to respond again, no one doubted that he would behead Mordred in the next second.

Mordred gave an embarrassed smile and dared not act rashly.

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Chapter 448 Filial Piety and Fatherly Love

In the pure white holy city, the atmosphere in the solemn and magnificent hall was so heavy it was suffocating.

Fujimaru Ritsuka swallowed hard, feeling as if the Lion King's gaze on the throne was a sharp blade against her neck. It was a miracle that her legs didn't tremble and she didn't make a fool of herself.

To date, Fujimaru Ritsuka has encountered countless formidable enemies, and even Cú Chulainn, who is known as a calamity in the Fifth Singularity, has not given her this sense of despair.

It's not a matter of strength; anyone who sees it with their own eyes will understand that the Lion King before them is not on the same level as ordinary Servants.

Seated on his throne, the Lion King said coldly, "I already know the purpose of your coming to this world. The Holy Grail of the Magic King is not in my hands."

Da Vinci nodded knowingly: "I can be sure of that. You do not have the aura of the Magic King. Can you tell us where the Magic King's Holy Grail is now?"

"The west, in the hands of the sun."

"The sun?" Mash was puzzled.

“When you reach the territory ruled by the sun, you will know that this is your last chance.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath to relieve her mental pressure and asked in confusion, "I don't understand. Since the Holy Grail is no longer here, who are you? Why did you build this pure white holy city in the wilderness overnight? Why did you summon so many Servants? And what is the Holy Grail?"