Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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Lancelot: "May I ask?"

"Hmm, ask the others [of me]."

"Okay, they replied."

Hei Dai calmly said, "I've compiled our opinions."

“Lily said: I hope everyone can greet the future with a smile, regardless of their religion or whether they are elected or not, and that they should all have a happy life.”

After mimicking Lily's voice, Hei Dai reverted to his natural voice and continued his evaluation:

"Well, although it is naive, it does seem to be a simple idea that I had when I was young."

"That's what Castor said: 'Give the Lion Queen a good beating! What is that?! I'm going to smash her head in with my staff!'"

"Yes, as expected. Although she's an idiot, her ideas are different from the Lion King's."

"And that guy from the universe: -- He's fighting the evil Dark Round Table Saber, don't rush me! Yeah, she's fighting the Knights of the Round Table from the universe, so that's for sure... You guys are definitely wrong."

"If it were me... I might take an iron-fisted or repressive approach to force people's free will, but without restricting their freedom. Even if it's cruel, there would never be indiscriminate killing."

"In short, the Lion King no longer has my consciousness. Perhaps it's because he has wielded the Holy Lance for too long and has gradually become deified."

"Deified...without will..."

Lancelot's face immediately contorted with rage: "Could it be that Agravan is using the Lion King to achieve his own ambitions and goals?!"

"I can't judge that. Agravan's loyalty is certain, but I can't rule out the possibility that he might resort to extreme measures to achieve his goals. But whatever methods he uses, I suppose... the Lion King won't care."

Hei Dai paused for a moment, then continued to speculate: "The only thing she cares about... is the survival of the humans she has chosen after the Holy Ritual."

—Human beings have value, but human lives do not.

Bedwell lowered his head.

However, at this very moment...

Sudden.

The sky suddenly brightened.

It was so bright it was blinding, you couldn't even open your eyes.

"No, it's still quite a while before dawn."

Fujimaru Ritsuka narrowed her eyes, and then, suddenly...

"Ritsuka!"

"Retreat immediately! The magic power reading above us exceeds 3000000!"

"Even if you use all your strength, you can't withstand this power. It may sound cruel, but if you don't run away now, you and the refugees will all be burned to ashes!"

Light!

A blazing light.

The light was more dazzling than the sun, and could be felt from the ground. The divine light that pierced the sky, the unreasonable power, descended at this moment!

"That is--"

Lancelot's gaze was somewhat unfocused.

"The Lion King's Judgment! The power of the Holy Lance, capable of reducing everything to nothing! And it's happening at this critical juncture?!"

"Ignoring the lives of refugees, disregarding the lives of anyone—is this the choice that king...that person made?"

"Ah, that's right!"

Mordred gritted his teeth.

"We saw that king with our own eyes, felt his ruthlessness, and witnessed your twisted nature. To be honest, I'm very unhappy, extremely unhappy!"

"I despise that kind of mechanical father the most. That near-perfect ideal puppet who only uses himself as a tool for a certain purpose, without even joy, anger, sorrow or happiness."

His azure eyes were filled with the light from the sky.

Mordred's tone was now flat; the original rebelliousness was nowhere to be found in this character.

"That light is the light of the Holy Lance, isn't it?"

“Yes…that’s right. Wait, Lord Mordred, you’re not going to—”

Bedivere suddenly realized something, looked at Mordred, and his voice trembled.

"Ah..."

"Finally, it's my turn to make my appearance, isn't it?"

Mordred curled the corners of his mouth into a smirk, his face displaying a crazed expression.

She removed her heavy armor, holding Clarent, which was merely the light in the sky.

"You're too late to escape with the refugees, but I'm fast enough to draw away the light of the Holy Lance."

"That is to say..."

Xiao Mo took a deep breath and said in a heavy tone, "My departure here is the destiny of legend!"

The clouds surged, and the spiraling light in the sky slowly descended.

It carries the power to destroy everything.

Although it looks like it's "falling slowly"

But from the moment it coalesces to the moment it destroys everything, it probably only takes less than five minutes.

The sudden attack gave the victim no time to breathe.

"Wait, you unfilial son! Don't do anything foolish!"

"I'm sorry, Father."

Hei Dai was stunned for a moment, then slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, his voice unconsciously filled with anger: "You bastard, you don't even listen to me anymore?!"

Mordred looked up at the black figure on the screen, then smiled. "I am a rebellious knight, Father."

Immediately afterwards, crimson lightning surged from her body.

The next second, crimson lightning shot into the sky like a fire dragon, carrying the girl's figure as it rushed towards the holy light.

Chapter 192 The Controllable Light Transformation of the Giant of Light, Ritsuka!

Even though she has fallen into darkness and become a tyrant, Artoria Alter will never forget the last moment when Camelot was destroyed.

As the sun sets, the foolish king leads his country toward its doom.

In reality, it was this son who overthrew her kingdom, a son who evoked incredibly complex feelings within her, a son she had never known existed.

A spinster who has been single for over forty years is suddenly told by her reliable subordinate from the Knights of the Round Table that she is actually her son.

No matter how rational she was, she couldn't calm herself down for a while.

Then, the result is obvious.

Do you hate me?

——King Arthur!

—That would be the end for your country!

—This is all because you refused to relinquish the throne to me!

Under the setting sun, Mordred, covered in blood, looked through his armor at the expressionless Knight King.

"I have never resented you."

"The reason I didn't pass the throne to you..."

hum!

The icy glow emanating from Lungoniumiyad sent a chill down one's spine.

Mordred was nearly exhausted; she could no longer lift her sword, nor could she muster the will to fight.

"It is because you lack the talent to be a king."

The Holy Lance pierced Mordred's abdomen, and a spurt of blood gushed out.

The cold light of the Holy Lance Rungomminiad pierced the twilight and penetrated the young body.

In the very end, if one could see even the slightest emotional fluctuation on the father's face, even if that perfect king could reveal a little bit of compassion, anger, or despair... just a tiny bit of that emotion would be enough.

She always felt that she had come to Chaldea with some kind of mission.

Now we see the Holy Lance.

Mordred suddenly understood.

The legend of King Arthur ends with her, which means that after the Holy Lance destroys her, Arthur's end will come.

Mordred kept replaying the final scene of the Round Table in his mind.

Beneath that all-destroying light, Mordred's eyes gleamed.

"Come forth, holy spear that once pierced my abdomen!"

"As long as I'm here..."

Rungominiad's attack will then be redirected towards Mordred!

This is a legendary, predetermined fact!

Actually, I...

"I'll say something that no one might believe."

She murmured softly, her voice swallowed by the roar of the crimson thunder.

—I like the cold and proud demeanor of the black-clad father.

—I like the innocent and naive appearance of my father, who is dressed in white.

—I love how adorably silly my Caster father is.

—I also admire the unrestrained freedom of the Cosmic Father.

I, Mordred, love my father the most!

I was unable to protect Britain alongside my father...

But this time...

"I want to protect humanity together with my father, my master... and everyone else!"

"Come, Lion King!"

"You think a rebellious knight... is so easy to bully?!"

The young female knight roared with unruly fury.

She doesn't know how to express herself in complicated ways.

It can only be like a gradually maturing lion cub, venting its anger towards the endless radiance.

Compared to the power of the Holy Lance, which is measured in millions, Mordred's power as an ordinary Servant appears extremely insignificant.

The collision of crimson lightning and holy light exploded into a sky full of sparks.

That small yet stubborn figure seemed determined to carve out a rebellious mark amidst a destiny that threatened to destroy everything.

The radiance of the Holy Lance continued to fall, but just as the legend had it, the beam of light that should have struck the refugees straight down actually deviated slightly by half an inch.

Its target was obvious: Mordred's abdomen.

"What on earth is Xiao Mo doing?!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka reached out her hand, her mind suddenly going blank: "Stop...stop it!"

It seems the Lion King really intends to exterminate everyone.

If it were just servants, escaping from that light that descended from the sky wouldn't be a problem, but they couldn't just watch the refugees be swallowed up by the Holy Lance's judgment.

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka was extremely unwilling to just watch Mordred die.

""

A fiery red star breath emanated from Fujimaru Ritsuka's body.