The King of Britain / On the Road to the Battlefield...

"Hmph! King Arthur, you're still as cold and inhuman as ever! How ironic! You've brought the traitor who killed you to meet the enemy you slew! I truly cannot understand what a monster like you is thinking. Are you planning to kill us all again?" Pellinore roared.

"Pellinore! Are you trying to provoke the King of all Britain?!" Mordred roared, gripping his silver greatsword.

"That's perfect, you're the one who killed my son, Mordred!" Pellinore also gripped the silver spear with both hands.

"Stop! I have accepted and let go of all the grudges and obsessions from my past life," Artoria said softly.

"What!?" Everyone present looked at the girl in surprise.

Artoria glanced at the boy and said slowly.

"From the moment I drew the Sword of Selection, Merlin told me that before I was a human, I would be a king. I was raised that way from birth, and I have always done so. I have always made the best choice for the nation of Britain."

"For the sake of the majority, a minority will be sacrificed; for the stability of the country, rebels will be suppressed without mercy; the feelings of others have never been considered, which is why knights fear and betray them."

"I tried my best, but everything was destroyed in the end, filled with regret, that's all. Now, I don't want to dwell on the past anymore; when I die, everything will be settled. Lord Mordred, if you are willing to stay by my side, I will take her with me. As for the other knights, I will treat them all the same."

The girl delivered a heartfelt monologue, accepting her fate, relinquishing the Holy Grail and her contract with the Counter Force, and becoming Servant. In her Alter form, she leans more towards the tyrannical side of Servant King Arthur, but it is precisely because of this that she can face everything more freely, pursuing her own happiness as Servant.

Chapter 154 The King of Britain

"I have accepted the outcome, Lord Mordred, my sister Morgan le Fay, and all those who have laid down their mistakes. I will no longer blame you. So you should lay down yours too! This is the King's command! I do not wish to waste time on things like reconciliation."

The girl named Artoria was no longer confused. Whether she was a saint or a tyrant, she would do what she wanted Servant. So she obtained the Holy Grail, regained her physical body, and came to this world.

If it were that normal, holy, and righteous king, he might work tirelessly to protect and repair the world. But the girl standing here will pursue her own happiness.

The blonde beauty glanced at the boy beside her, a captivating smile playing on her lips, fleeting like a night-blooming cereus, or a tulip that closes at night only to open at sunrise, a smile that, in that instant, surpasses any other flower in full bloom in the world.

The white headband on the girl's head shone like a crown. Even dressed in a maid outfit, she was so cool, majestic, and showed no sign of confusion.

Shirou smiled approvingly and nodded to the girl.

Little Mo crossed her arms and pouted awkwardly, saying, "Hmph~! If that's what Your Majesty thinks, then I'll temporarily put aside all grudges and pledge my loyalty to you. Of course, I won't give up until you acknowledge my thoughts." In her heart, she shouted, "No way! Does this mean I've been forgiven? My willful and domineering Father King is so cool!"

"The King... truly worthy of being called the King... our strongest, invincible King of Knights." Lamorak sighed upon hearing Artoria's words, then fell into sorrowful contemplation.

Mordred laughed and said, "That's right! I will do whatever my Father King orders me to do! This is a choice I make according to my heart, so the king's enemy is my enemy! Pellinore, do you have anything else to say?"

"I can't understand!" Pellinore shook his head, finally lowering his weapon and saying, "I don't understand! I just can't figure it out. Even in death, the Monster King is still the Monster King! Fine! Tell me! What is your purpose in coming here?"

"Lord Pellinore, I have come to form an alliance. To defeat the Vortigern, hand over your strength to me! The Anglo-barbarian Barbarian King has already submitted to me. If we can also gain the knights of Britain, this battle will surely be won!"

"What! Those Anglo-Saxon barbarians?" Pellinore asked incredulously.

"Lamorak, would you be willing to become my knight and fight alongside me?" Artoria looked at the tall knight and extended an invitation.

"Does someone like me even deserve to be your knight?" Lamorak said incredulously.

Even on his last day, Lamorak kept trying to persuade Morgan to give up his revenge against King Arthur. He deeply loved that beautiful woman, who was not a simple villain; one would understand once they got to know her.

That beautiful face would reveal a captivatingly genuine smile; in interactions, she would be as innocent as a fairy; on the battlefield, she would be as magnificent as a goddess of war; and towards her enemies, she would be as cruel as a witch.

But he genuinely respected and admired the Queen, sincerely hoped that they could reconcile, and vowed in his heart that he would not do anything to harm the Queen.

But in reality, what he did was betrayal. On one hand, he overstepped the rules by having an affair with Morgan, who was already married, which was tantamount to betraying Gawain, Agravain, and other fellow Knights of the Round Table — Morgan's sons...

When he died, as Servant, he learned of King Arthur's end and felt immense guilt.

He yearned for redemption, but the opportunity was gone. He committed a sin due to his inability to resist lust, and deservedly was killed by Morgan's son. King Arthur was indeed killed because of Morgan's conspiracy, and Camelot, which the king had been protecting, was destroyed as a result. The Knights of the Round Table fought desperately and sacrificed countless lives, but the glory and peace they gained were destroyed in an instant.

Artoria didn't try to console the knight, but instead said directly, "Lamorak! I order you to come with me to slay the demon Vortigern!"

This chilling command was like a savior to the knight's parched and cracked heart, which had been broken for a thousand years. Lamorak placed his hand on his chest, knelt on one knee, and swore, "Yes! I obey your command, my My King!"

"Hey! Lamorak, are you still thinking of pledging allegiance to this king?!" Pellinore said, clearly annoyed.

Artoria looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Lord Pellinore, as a ruler of Britain, have you now degenerated into a coward who cowers in his castle when faced with a powerful enemy? Do you still have the courage to follow me, the King of all Britain, to conquer our enemies?"

Pellinore picked up his silver spear and shouted, "Hmph, you've certainly become quite the talker, King Arthur! I understand. If my territory needs someone else to protect it, then I'm no longer worthy of being a king! This time, I, Pellinore, will be the vanguard! I'll also help you inform the knights of the other legions."

"Yes, I'll leave these matters to you, Lord Pellinore," Artoria nodded.

"I will go with you, to proclaim the King's glory to all the knights." Lamorak was inspired and, with that, he walked onto the horse paddock with Pellinore.

"That's great! With that, our fighting strength is sufficient. Artoria truly is the queen of this place," Shirou exclaimed in admiration.

"Hmph, that's only natural," Artoria replied confidently, then looked at the boy and asked, "So Shirou, which version of me do you prefer?"

"I like everything about you. Whether it's your love of food, your commitment to helping others, your dedication to your beliefs and doing what you want to do, or your majestic presence as the King, you always give your all in everything you do. I really like people like that," Shirou replied with a light laugh.

"Hmm... Is that so? Well then... I'd better hurry up and sort things out here." Artoria saw the boy's normal smile, and even the dignified king's cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke thoughtfully.

Pellinore gathered all the knights he could contact, and then all his men assembled outside the camp.

This group consists mostly of those who had grudges against King Arthur: barbarians who wanted to invade but were killed, territories that wanted to seize power but were suppressed, knights who disagreed with King Arthur philosophy and challenged the king's authority; or perhaps comrades who had followed King Arthur, joined the Round Table, and ultimately chose to stand on the opposite side of the king.

Chapter 155 Leading to the Battlefield

Horses of various shapes and colors, adorned with protective gear, stood in the sunlight; swords, spears, and armor of all colors Gil; burly men with thick beards and dashing young knights, along with their retinues and infantry, stood outside King Pellinore's tent.

The Celtic, the Britain, Camelot —all came to an end with the flames of war and the passage of time. The invincible King Arthur, hated and revered by them, ended his life in the most tragic way. Hatred, regret, shame, and remorse surged within him, but it was all over.

Some of them became Servant, some even rivaling the Knights of the Round Table in strength, but many more were lost to the river of time, summoned here only because of the unique nature of this world.

When these spirits first returned to the world, they received memories transmitted from the world's rules.

Or perhaps it's the impact of the current prosperity on them.

Or perhaps it's because they see their own persistence and beliefs leading to the downfall of their nation and people, and thus feel a sense of absurdity.

Then I accepted it all, even if I felt resentful inside, I had no choice but to accept the fact.

King Arthur was a powerful figure. Although he looked like a childlike girl and was an immortal monster, he was always serious and rarely smiled. When dealing with matters, he was rational beyond human comprehension. No one knew what the king liked or what he pursued. He simply tirelessly protected his country and served his people.

When such a person is alive, close contact with them may lead to conflicts due to interests or beliefs, or one may be burned by the brilliance of a saint.

But looking back, it's impossible not to hate them. Although most people can't understand saints or keep up with their steps, they still respect those who dedicate themselves to others.

At this moment, the blonde girl stood on the high platform of the camp, scanning the knights who had come upon hearing of the summons.

"I am Artoria Pendragon! The Queen of Britain once defeated Vortigern, tonight I will lead my army to vanquish the dragon. All you brave warriors, all you knights seeking justice, come to the battlefield and Support!"

"King Arthur, the noble man who signed a non-aggression pact with us, but I broke the treaty back then." Upon hearing this news, a legion lord opened his eyes.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a face. Back then, I simply followed this king, fighting only to protect our homeland. Thinking back on it now, it was truly a joyful time," a knight said with a nostalgic look in his eyes.

"King of Knights... the king to whom we once swore allegiance." Knights on the battlefield, their different banners and armor bearing different emblems, murmured to themselves.

"Gentlemen, the fate of our battle against the dragon rests on this moment. I pledge with the 'Excalibur' that I will bring you victory!" The golden-haired king declared, raising his holy sword high.

The knights also raised their weapons in response.

"Oh oh oh! King Arthur! King Arthur! King Arthur!"

That afternoon, the knights and barbarians were still fighting, but this time, they were no longer engaged in chaotic battles. Instead, they were trying to break free from the Black Mud that had contaminated and bound them, and the spirits that were constantly being killed, then summoned again the next day and repeatedly used.

Barbarian King Sam, along with his two towering sons, wielded massive axes and stone hammers, smashing them down on the charging boar. A barbarian soldier grabbed the boar's head to stop it from advancing, and the axe and hammer slammed into the boar's skull, sending white and pink brain matter flying everywhere.

"Brother! Just wait, I'll free you tonight."

The knight pierced the bloodshot-eyed knight's body with his lance, laid his fallen comrade on the ground, and closed his eyes with his hand.

Shirou and Little Mo also went to the battlefield. The boy and girl stood back to back, protecting each other as they fought.

Shirou wielded the Projection black and white twin swords in battle, but because the Holy Light shining on the golden spear caused a burning reaction on the Black Mud, he had to put the Holy Lance away.

"What a nuisance! We can't seem to kill all these monsters!" Mordred shouted, raising his magic sword high and slashing down, cutting the monster boar in two.

"Hold on! It's at 70% now, one more hour is enough. In order to weaken the dragon to the minimum without letting it go berserk prematurely, we need to control the amount of corpses it absorbs at the critical point." Da Vinci was using equipment in Chaldea to calculate the energy values.

Just then, four or five tall knights in different colored armor came running from one side, while a giant mammoth-like Demon Boar King charged from the other side of the mountain, kicking up clouds of dust behind him.

The red-eyed knights and monsters rampaged across the battlefield, fighting indiscriminately. Many soldiers were caught off guard and killed on the spot.

"80%!" Da Vinci reported from Chaldea.

Lamorak swept away the charging red giant knight with his spear, then emitted a silver light, the unstoppable spear piercing through, and turned back to warn the boy and girl.

"Shirou, Lord Mordred! Be careful, these knights are formidable enemies who have challenged the Knights of the Round Table!"

"90%!"

"Hmph! Let them fight like dogs! Rebel against my beautiful father (Clarent Blood Arthur)!" Mordred unleashed a crimson lightning bolt burning with demonic flames, striking the Demon Boar King who was entangled with several giant knights. The dazzling light engulfed the enemy.

"Crane Wing Triple Slash!!!" Shirou rushed to the lone, sword-wielding giant knight and unleashed his signature triple strike. The giant knight's armor was cleaved through with an X-shaped gash by the final, powerful blow, and he collapsed to the ground.

The battle continued, and the evil spirits controlled by the slain Black Mud would be summoned again in the next moment, turning into Black Mud and becoming nourishment for the earth.

On the computer screen in Chaldea, the quality was constantly rising, eventually reaching the red critical point from the blue number!

"Now!" Da Vinci shouted.

"Retreat!!!" Artoria shouted from the rear.

The soldiers behind him waved their flags, signaling a retreat.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Shirou had the best eyesight, was the first to sense the signal and shouted to the knights around him.

"Retreat!" Upon hearing the order, the mounted knights shouted to their entourage, then turned their horses around and galloped away.

"Shirou! Jump on!" Mordred shouted to the boy as he rode his warhorse, slaying the Demonic Beast blocking his path.

"Oh!" Shirou jumped on, and the two of them rode together on one horse, galloping quickly backward.

Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!

Just then, a deep roar came from underground, the earth trembled, and a small mountain suddenly rose in the center of the battlefield. The dragon's back was covered with sharp spikes, like rows of continuous mountain peaks. The demonic dragon had appeared.

Chapter 156 Winning Hearts Through Cooking

This is a ferocious behemoth rarely seen even in the Age of Gods, appearing only during special periods. However, the power it displays is like a natural disaster, such as a tsunami or flash flood. It changes the environment with tremendous impact, destroying and sweeping away everything around it. There is no reason to it, and it doesn't even give rise to feelings of resentment.

At this moment, all that remained in the center of the battlefield were the controlled red-eyed monsters fighting each other. They were directly smashed into the sky by a mountain peak that suddenly rose dozens of meters high, and fell to the ground.

With its enormous wings spread out like two towering mountains, and its long neck stretched out, it roared to the sky. The demonic dragon tore open the ground and crawled out of the chasm, emitting terrifying sound waves that ruptured the eardrums of the surrounding monsters and warriors, causing them to bleed from their seven orifices and die.

The demonic dragon, its entire body shrouded in Black Shadow, devoured the energy of the corpses and grew to a length of over a hundred meters. When it spread its wings, the Black Shadow covered the entire battlefield. It spewed flames, burning the corpses on the ground into Black Mud, and the earth continuously absorbed nutrients, strengthening the world.

Fortunately, by this time, Shirou and the other knights had already moved away from the center of the battlefield.

The knights were all incredibly relieved; this battle was arguably the smoothest they had ever fought since they came into this world. They were no longer fighting individually, but cooperating with each other, allowing the cavalry to deploy its forces effectively, combining offense and defense, and unleashing even greater combat power.

Thanks to Da Vinci's timely warning, everyone moved away from the battlefield before the dragon appeared, avoiding being affected by its breath.

"Report! The entire army has returned safely. Five knights were wounded, 20 soldiers were wounded, and seven died," the messenger shouted.

"Well done, gentlemen!" Artoria praised the returning knights.

"With you, the King of Knights, in command, our combat strength has indeed increased significantly," the knights exclaimed in unison.

"...?" Little Mo's gaze darted back and forth between her Father King, standing there hesitant to speak.

"Little Mo, you've been a big help too." Shirou, sitting behind the horse, watched this scene and patted the girl's head with a smile.

"Hmm..." Little Mo felt the warmth on her head, her face flushed, and then she realized what was happening. She suddenly elbowed the boy in the chest and shouted, "Whoa! Shirou! Don't touch my head!"

Fortunately, he was now protected by a breastplate. With the help of the breastplate, Shirou jumped off the horse and landed steadily.

"Hey, Little Mo? This isn't fair, is it? We were fighting side by side before, and we could even ride the same horse together!" Shirou asked, puzzled.

"Shut up! And don't get so close!" Mordred pushed away the boy who was leaning in. Just now, because of the battle, her mind was focused on the enemy, and her whole body was in a state of high excitement. But now that she was away from the battlefield, she suddenly found herself so close to the cool-looking Shirou, and she still felt shy.

"Little Mo, you should be used to me being like this by now," Shirou said helplessly. What was going on with this rebellious, childlike attitude of not wanting to be close to his family?

"Shut up! Shirou, hurry up and learn how to ride a horse! Don't sit with me! Or I'll teach you right now!" Mordred roared.

"It's so noisy! To include such a brat at the Round Table is a disservice to King Arthur," complained Pellinore, who was also guarding the rear.

"Hmph, Lord Mordred may be immature, but as a knight, he is already a hundred times more courageous than your subordinates," Artoria said.

"Hahaha, but the entire army suffered almost no losses, and they even possess prophetic abilities." King Pellinore laughed loudly, "King Arthur! The Magecraft you invited this time is truly excellent, much more reliable than Merlin, who always runs away, and Morgan, who loves to play dirty tricks behind people's backs."

"King Pellinore, you flatter me greatly," Da Vinci said with a smile in Chaldea.

King Pellinore, pressing his advantage, said, "Oh, upon closer inspection, she's quite a beauty, with black hair and fair skin. Are you a descendant of the Romans? Very attractive. Would you like to consider? Right now, even the position of queen could be offered to you."

Da Vinci rolled his eyes, covered his mouth and chuckled, "Thank you for your kind words, but I have important work to do right now. However, a valiant king like yourself is truly admirable. It would be wonderful if you were willing to come and help our Chaldea."

"Is that so? Is that so! Hahaha, if I had a beauty like you, I might consider it." King Pellinore laughed heartily, accepting the flattery.

"Da Vinci ..." Shirou said speechlessly from the side. What if you really tricked him into going to Chaldea and your true identity was exposed? What would you do then? Have the Chaldea Servant use force to subdue him and forcibly drag him into signing a shady contract?