Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

The Cavalry launched an attack on the city walls.

Logically speaking, although the Knights of the Righteousness are far inferior to Servants, being the kind of weaklings that even third-rate Servants could easily kill, they are still far stronger than ordinary people. It is reasonable that their repeated attacks would shatter the city wall. No matter how hard the tree tried, the city wall seemed to be firmly nailed to it, and the Knights of the Righteousness's attacks had almost no effect.

Agraven's face darkened, a bad feeling creeping over him.

He looked up at the motionless white city wall, which clearly shimmered with pure magical energy. He made a snap decision and immediately cast the [Berserk] attribute on the Purification Knight.

In terms of twistedness, ferocity, and personality, Agravan is undoubtedly the most Morgan-like of all Morgan's sons.

He was twisted, but... only for the sake of the king's majesty, only for the kingdom that King Arthur envisioned, twisted by any means necessary, all for the sake of protecting the king and the kingdom he wanted to protect.

He didn't care about the Queen's chastity or Lancelot's affair.

Agravan could not tolerate such betrayal simply because he had tarnished the king's dignity.

He would never allow that brilliant brilliance to be tainted.

"No matter what, only Lancelot... only that person absolutely cannot be forgiven!"

Agguwen practically roared through gritted teeth!

Perhaps it's his resentment towards Lancelot, or perhaps it's his resentment towards himself.

Regardless of the circumstances, in terms of the outcome...

His denunciation of Lancelot became the final straw that broke the camel's back for Britain.

Similarly, under the violent influence of Agravwen's obsession,

The armor of the charioteers had an unnatural dark red hue, and their pupils were unfocused, filled only with an obsession with "breaking the city."

Even Agguwen himself raised his spear, gathering powerful magic to blast it towards the city wall.

In an instant, black and red light crashed against the city wall like a tidal wave.

Surprisingly.

The city wall remained unmoved, nailed to its spot.

"How did this fortress suddenly become so sturdy? Did Lancelot turn it into a Noble Phantasm by holding it up?"

This is impossible.

After all, even if Lancelot's "A Knight Never Dies Barehanded" is incredibly powerful, it still has its limits. Otherwise, it would be absurd for Lancelot to turn the Earth upside down into a Noble Phantasm.

Chapter 204 In the Name of the Evening Bell, Judgment Against the Iron Knight

"Hey—! Little A, Little A has gone mad!"

"I used to think he was a pretty normal person, so why did he become like this? Can the name 'Lancelot' really have such an effect?"

Tripitaka asked in surprise.

When she was summoned to this singularity, she spent two months as a guest in the Holy City.

At that time, Agravan gave the impression that although he was always gloomy and like a poker card, he was ultimately very reliable.

But now Agravan is like a powder keg about to explode, his reckless attitude suggesting he has long lost his usual composure.

"This is probably Agravan's biggest worry. His enemy from his past life is right before his eyes, and he has no choice but to make peace with him for the sake of the greater good. If it were just that, it would be fine. But now that Lancelot has betrayed the Lion King once again, Agravan sees the phantom of Camelot's possible destruction."

“So that’s how it is,” Fujimaru Ritsuka explained.

"After all, he was a figure who would stop at nothing to make Camelot an eternal ideal state, representing the dark side of the Knights of the Round Table."

"...Is that so..."

Sanzang nodded thoughtfully.

"I always thought he was the kind of person who was indifferent to emotions, but I didn't expect... Xiao A is the type who always suppresses his feelings."

That's right.

But what the heck is 【小阿】?!

Can you please stop calling people that so casually?

You're acting like you know them really well.

I feel that the portrayal of Sanzang in Journey to the West is too conservative.

Agguwin was generally quite cautious. After several unsuccessful attempts to breach the city walls, he realized something was amiss.

First of all, it is indeed quite unlikely that Lancelot would turn the castle into a Noble Phantasm, and after the battle had reached this point, Lancelot had not shown up... Agravure's increasingly agitated mind calmed down somewhat.

"An impregnable city wall..."

Who exactly is inside?

Agraven raised his hand, signaling the knights to stop their attack.

He narrowed his eyes.

Then he carefully observed the figures on the city wall.

"That is... could it be?!"

at last.

Agraven saw a pair of scarlet eyes.

In an instant, my whole body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, and even my heart felt as if it had been tightly bound.

As the son of a demon queen

Agraven could keenly sense the elfin mystery emanating from the blonde girl, an aura found only on the inner reaches of the planet. Even Agraven dared not act rashly.

Moreover, his honed instincts told him that if he continued to confront this monster, he would likely die.

However, Agguwen was not afraid of death.

He was simply afraid that the king's great cause would be ruined as a result.

Just like the collapse of Camelot in the past, starting with the death of Agraven, like dominoes, the vast and glorious empire collapsed.

"You are--"

"Could it be a Master from the Observatory?"

Agravan had heard the Lion King's story.

A Chaldea Master with blond hair and red eyes, whose power rivals that of gods.

No wonder we can't break through the city walls; this place has become their territory. If the opponent is a Star Spirit of the same level as the Lion King, then things will be difficult.

Agguwen could never win.

"Little A."

Beside Fujimaru Ritsuka, a giant saint holding a Zen staff held up his palm.

Although she gave Agguiwen a strange nickname, her serious expression at this moment was not a joke.

"The Tripitaka Master..."

Agguiwen's voice was deep.

Sanzang is indeed usually carefree and doesn't take things to heart. He's also quite oblivious and often gets into trouble.

But he was, after all, a legendary holy monk who had traveled to many countries, so his perspective was quite broad.

"You've joined the Master of the Observatory, huh? What a pity... With your skill level, we wouldn't even drive you away if you lived in the Holy Capital."

"Since you've joined Chaldea, does that mean... in your eyes, the Lion King's actions were wrong?"

""

Sanzang fell silent.

Agguiwen looked at the Tripitaka Master.

He waited patiently for the other person's answer.

"Ah... As expected of Agukwen, he calmed down from his high state so quickly."

Fujimaru Ritsuka said in surprise, "I thought you would risk everything and fight a losing battle. It seems I underestimated the Knights of the Round Table."

"I see."

Agravan realized: "It seems that using Lancelot as a pretext to provoke me is your scheme. Although it's full of flaws, because it's Lancelot, no matter how many holes there are in the scheme, it will drive me mad..."

“If he can’t even come to his senses after all this, he can’t be the regent of the Knights of the Round Table. Unless I witness Lancelot’s rebellion firsthand, I will not make any hasty conclusions.”

"But you still got carried away."

"That was an emotional reaction. Please forgive me if I lost my composure. Since you know our legend, you should understand why I lost my composure."

Agravan did not deny his lapse in composure; instead, he frankly admitted that he hated Lancelot, but now he wanted to hear what the other had to say.

"You should understand that the Holy City is the reality, the Holy City is the ideal."

"Only life in the Holy City is the true ideal country."

"No matter who it is, nothing can be changed; everything will perish along with the world and the times. But the Holy City is different; it is humanity's true utopia, the ideal city that the Knight King once dreamed of."

""

Sanzang opened his eyes.

“I don’t know. Life in the Holy City is great, people are happy and peaceful, and there is no suffering. It is certainly an ideal country. But... how should I put it, I always feel that something is not right.”

Even Buddha said it's unnecessary to interfere. Human choices are not my business...

"But there's nothing I can do; I can't just stand by and watch. Perhaps it's because my cultivation isn't yet complete!"

"Because no matter what, the behavior of your Round Table is too strange."

The round table now evokes a sense of unprecedented strangeness and eeriness.

"Even if the goal is to build an ideal city, what is the point of killing innocent refugees? And... is the Lion King's current state even normal?"

""

Agukwen watched the Tripitaka Master quietly.

"I can't say whether it's normal or not, but this is the only way. The final gate to the Holy City is about to open, and this world, this era, my kingdom will be completely wiped out."

So from the very beginning, the refugees were already in a state of death; they just appear to be alive now. All we're doing is trying to prevent panic.

"That can't be done! It's too much! What's the point of a future built on bloodshed?" Sanzang frowned. "Do we really have to resort to this method? There are so many other ways!"

"This is what an ideal country is like."

Agguwen said calmly:

"Isn't your birthplace also an empire built on war?"

In that case, Camelot is no different.

Whether we are the Sun King or the Mountain People, our goal is the same; we are simply exploring the future of humanity with different ideologies, nothing more.

That statement is theoretically correct.

But from any perspective, it's a kind of sophistry.

Moreover, there is a very important topic.

So you're going to run away?

Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough.

"What?" Agguiwen narrowed his eyes.

“Your choices now are all very reasonable, full of rationality and determination, and are not wrong, and are even correct to a certain extent.”

From a certain perspective, the other party is not at fault.

"But all of this is based on the premise that humanity has been burned away and that humankind has been wiped out. In other words, you will only make this decision when the destruction of the world is a 'predetermined event'."

"To treat humanity as an eternal specimen, sealing it within this doomed world."

"So, Agravín, in your eyes."

Fujimaru Ritsuka slightly raised the corners of her mouth: "The great Lion King was no match for that Magic King and could only escape with the Holy Lance... Is that so?"

"Otherwise, why would anyone think of using such a method to secure the future?"

His calm words were like a stone thrown into a ripple, leaving Agguwen speechless for a moment.