Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

"Well done. I can really trust you with this kind of thing."

Makoto Haramura raised his head slightly and reached out to ruffle Erica's hair as a reward.

Of course, Yuri Mariya and Liliana were not left out either.

After all, he's not the kind of man who would neglect one thing for another.

His original purpose in going to England was to seize the fragments of the Holy Grail, return them to Guinevere, and restore the Grail to its original state so that she could use it to summon the Last King.

Therefore, his presence or absence is irrelevant.

On the contrary, if he were present, it might make Guinevere hesitant to accept the Holy Grail fragments.

Now, he directly teleported the fragments of the Holy Grail to Erica's hands.

This further confirms that he has indeed not left England.

Eager to revive the Last King, Guinevere will inevitably succumb to temptation and take a gamble to steal the fragments of the Holy Grail.

"Get in the car first, Wang!"

"There are many things I need to tell you these past two days."

Liliana opened the back door of the car first, interrupting what could not be considered a warm greeting.

The car was driving on the road, but there weren't many vehicles on the street.

They can even be described as rare.

This is very unusual. You have to understand, this isn't some rural area in Japan; this is Tokyo, Japan's largest metropolis.

On ordinary days, the traffic is heavy and bustling.

Makoto Haramura rested his left cheek on his hand, turned his head, and looked out the window.

Although autumn is approaching, it is clearly not the time for leaves to fall. The once tall and lush canopy is now showing a dilapidated brownish-yellow color from top to bottom, as if life has been sucked away.

"It looks like it will happen in the next three or four days."

"Is he the final king?"

Liliana frowned her beautiful brows and asked Haramura Makoto with some curiosity.

"This is the 'sign'."

Haramura Makoto gave an irrelevant answer, changing the subject.

"You should know, right? The so-called steel is born from the earth and grows stronger by sucking the life force of the Earth Mother Goddess. Among them, the Last King is the most outstanding of all steels. As long as he appears in the world, he will bring terrible disasters to the earth."

"—The hero who only sought to annihilate the Demon King, his very existence was a disaster for the land itself."

The loss of plant vitality is merely an appetizer brought by Rama; the real end will come when natural disasters such as volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and tsunamis strike all at once.

The Last King, merely by standing on the earth, could extinguish all life in this world.

This is why he became the most hated enemy of all the Earth Mothers—except, of course, those Earth Mothers who were tamed by steel, shamelessly served and gave their lives for them.

While driving, Saya Miyako suddenly felt a jolt in her head and almost hit her head on the steering wheel.

Keep in mind that this is an earthquake, a typhoon, and an explosion.

These are basically some of the most terrifying types of natural disasters. Even if it's not some god causing trouble, ordinary natural disasters are not something this country can withstand.

Now, it seems this country is doomed.

Putting everything else aside, just placing these things in the very center would make the country obediently declare its demise.

……

In Tokyo, at the former site of Mount Nishikami, legendary heroes are gathering.

Guinevere followed half a step behind Lancelot. The closer the fallen Mother Goddess got to her master’s intense and sharp “steel” divinity, the more uncomfortable she felt.

But she still gazed at the hero sitting on the mountaintop with excitement and joy.

He appeared to be a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with graying, tousled hair. What was etched on his handsome face like rust was the toughness of battle and the weariness that could not be recovered.

He was wrapped in a blue tunic, long trousers, and a pure white cape.

His divine weapon, the "Savior's Blade," was imbued with dazzling platinum-gold light, yet the hero tossed it aside like trash, while he watched as the surrounding greenery disappeared because of his own actions.

"king!"

Guinevia lowered her excited voice.

"Gunivia, congratulations once again on your awakening. This world has become the most dangerous era. There is the ever-changing Hades of North America, the martial arts master of the Middle Ages, the queen of the demon cave, the one in Southern Europe who wields the demon sword, the swift nobleman, the wolf king of Europe, and the most powerful king who manipulates the sun. There are already seven demon kings in this world, each with extraordinary abilities. This is the best time for you to show your skills!"

"what."

He uttered monotonous syllables, and the white-haired hero's attitude towards Gnevia's words was very perfunctory.

He raised his hand, feeling the surging magical power within his body due to the Holy Grail filling him, and his annoyance rose to a new level.

However, a mission is a mission. No matter how troubled he is, as a "hero" and "savior," he must bear the responsibility and kill the rampaging demon king as soon as possible so that the earth can be relieved of the burden of bearing him.

That's enough...

The brave man sighed wearily inwardly.

He turned his head to look at Guinevia, who was staring at him.

However, this doesn't sound like an inquiry; it sounds more like they're looking for topics to chat about.

"The disc's activation is incomplete."

"Although my strength has surpassed the level I should normally have, it still feels insufficient; something is not right."

"There is no extra steel for us to use."

"I'm so sorry."

Upon hearing this, Guinevia said apologetically.

"Although we have already captured the Monkey King, your enemy this time is indeed vastly different from those before."

"Therefore, having only the Great Sage is probably not enough."

"However, I am available for your use at any time."

Guinevia knelt on the ground, speaking sincerely, always ready to dedicate herself.

As a dragon-snake, she is qualified to complete the final piece of the puzzle.

"It's alright, we don't need it for now."

The hero interrupted Guinevia and waved his hand.

Whether the disc can be used now is not within his consideration.

Guinevia bit her lip and wisely withdrew.

All that remained were the armored war god and the white-haired warrior.

"My king, after such a long time, are you really going to sit here forever?"

Lancelot asked.

"In this very country, there exists the strongest demon king in the world."

"Although I have never fought him, I can tell how powerful he is just by looking at the traces left at the scene. Even your resurrection was aided by him."

"To express your gratitude to him, why don't you make him your first opponent?"

Lancelot, sensing something amiss, stared intently at the hero.

"..."

The hero remained silent, offering no comment.

"So you really are tired of fighting after all."

Lancelot's whispers were tinged with sadness, and his eyes, hidden beneath his armor, held a deep sense of pity.

She lowered her head, took off the helmet that she almost never took off, and revealed a surprising face.

Honey-colored long hair broke free from the armor and cascaded down the back of the war god like a waterfall.

Her face was as delicate as an angel's, possessing both feminine softness and a touch of heroism.

The knight, bearing the name "Lancelot Durak," was actually a beautiful young white girl hidden beneath his armor.

However, the hero was not surprised by this. As a former comrade-in-arms, he naturally knew Lancelot's true identity.

Lancelot is a god who only emerged from mythology in modern times, but even so, she selectively forgets everything except "battle".

Only in this way can that "steel-like" passion never fade and can one preserve one's true nature.

But the final king was not such a god. Fifteen hundred years ago, no, perhaps even longer, when the demon king was born, he had already taken up an iron sword and fought against them as a hero.

Kill, put to sleep, kill, put to sleep, kill, put to sleep

After countless cycles, the initial passion had long been worn away, and all that remained in the warrior's once powerful body was exhaustion.

Yes, he is the strongest steel.

He is the hero chosen by the gods, and in this world, he is the strongest being.

If he didn't want to, how could he possibly be trapped by a seal created by a mere minor Japanese deity?

In fact, Rama's current sealing is entirely of his own free will.

The biggest reason is that he didn't resist.

Otherwise, how could he have been sealed away?

He was hoping that he could be freed from this cycle of reincarnation.

"...After this generation ends, there will be the next generation, and the next generation after that, until this planet dies. Such a long period of time and a distant, uneventful future would tire anyone."

Rama shook his head and sighed.

"Knight of the Spear... no, I should call you Lancelot now."

"Revival and salvation in this apocalyptic world are my very essence. Even when I crave rest, I will never slacken in battle. Killing the Demon King is my top priority—this is the hero known as 'Rama Chandra.'"

Lancelot was slightly surprised.

"You actually said your real name directly?"

In fact, the name Rama ceased to have any effect from the moment the gods bestowed upon him the title of the last king and savior.

His essence has been distorted.

His purpose in being the final king is to be the sharp blade that pierces the demon king.

"It's all right."

"It's just to change my mood."

Rama smiled, a rare occurrence for him.

It was truly a rare sight; Lancelot hadn't seen such a smile in a long time, at least not in his memory.

just.

As the two Steel Heroes were conversing, the life around them was rapidly withering away.

Even birds consider this space a forbidden zone and dare not step into it.

Rama's smile quickly faded when he saw the scene before him.

"It's time to leave, Your Majesty."

Lancelot's voice also sounded somewhat reluctant.

Having been by his side for so many years, she already knew his personality very well.

Knowing what is happening now, one can understand how cruel and heartless it is for this person.

"yes……"

Rama gave a wry smile, reached out and pulled out the "Savior God's Sword" beside him, and stood up.

"Even though it wasn't my intention, for the sake of peace on earth, I have no choice but to continue fulfilling my duty."

He had to do it.

If he doesn't do this, the earth will continue to be drained of its power until it is completely depleted and destroyed.