Your NP Gauge Is Full!!

"You actually realized that? That's quite surprising. But you guessed right, Moses isn't my real name, it's just an alias. I chose that name to make my future actions easier, but there's no need for it now."

Rovey replied, "As for my connection with your father—you might not believe it, but we've known each other for a long time and have a very deep friendship. Not long ago, Merlin even appeared in my dream to help her find a match and told me that your father seems to want to marry me, so I really might be your father."

The thought of Merlin telling him about Artoria's journey and even writing a diary for him to read made him very happy.

After reading the result, the change in emotion was immediately obvious.

Good news: Artoria didn't become the Lion King and has emerged from that world. Bad news... well, according to Merlin, it should be better news: after burying Bedivere, who lived to be over a hundred years old, Artoria began her solo journey and came to this world.

Because longing and aspiration are inherent in human nature, and he was the one who reached out to save her just when she was about to go astray—in Merlin's words—

"You became her pillar of support, her soulmate, and the first white moonlight in her heart. After completely letting go of Britannia and the tragedy, her driving force was to meet you. After all, for humans, the more they live in their memories, the more beautiful they become."

This isn't the Lion King, nor is it the original Artoria. It also feels somewhat different from the White Lancer Artoria in Rovey's memories; it's more like the Rabbit King...

Merlin could tell him unequivocally, "You'd better take this relationship seriously, otherwise you'll be letting down a beautiful woman who has traveled for over a thousand years for you. What happens next will probably be even more terrifying than The Lion King."

"Well, even if you refuse, you can't. Because even if you do refuse, given Artoria's current personality, she'll knock you to the ground, kidnap you, and force you to accept her. Just enjoy it..."

Things are roughly at this stage right now.

If it were just Artoria, it wouldn't be so bad, but the thought of the extremely aggressive Nitocris Alter gave Rovey a headache.

She had made him wait for over a thousand years, and when he finally came to pick her up, he had this woman by his side. It would be strange if Artoria wasn't furious. Besides, Nitocris's other personality wasn't one to be trifled with either. If a fight broke out, they would both beat her up.

Rovey had a premonition that he might be launched out of the air along with the Holy Lance by Artoria.

"What kind of daydream are you having? My father marrying you? Hahaha—are you out of your mind? My father has already ordered you all to be killed, and he still wants to marry you? You're..."

Mordred was about to laugh out loud, but the next moment, Rovey silently fumbled for his Avalon, which he hadn't used in a very, very long time.

"..."

"Avalon! Wait... how did this thing get on you?"

Mordred immediately cried out in astonishment. She had truly seen a ghost today, and she never expected that her father, the King Avalon, who had been lost for who knows how many years, would actually be found here again.

"A token of love."

"... You're talking nonsense! You must have found it by chance, yes, you must have found it. How could my father possibly..."

Although he said that, Mordred was actually starting to panic inside.

"However, don't get excited. Although the Artoria on my side is King Arthur, she is not the King Arthur you remember. She belongs to our side and is King Arthur who is different from the one you remember."

"If it were her, perhaps she could truly fulfill your long-held desire..."

"Rovey said with a smile."

"Huh? What do you mean 'your' and 'mine'? King Arthur is King Arthur, and my father is my father! Tell me right now, where did Avalon come from?!"

"It was a gift from your father."

"That's impossible! Don't try to fool me!"

"Honestly, you don't want to listen to lies, and you don't believe the truth either. You're really hard to please."

Rovey shrugged, then waved his hand and continued, "Anyway, we've already said all that. Whether you believe it or not is up to you. I spared your life mostly because of Artoria. Although you're not Mordred from our world, since you haven't changed, it means you're probably not that different. After more than a thousand years of travel, reuniting you and your son here can be considered fulfilling each other's wishes."

"I have other things to take care of, so let's stop here for now. You can stay here for the night, and I'll let you out when I have time. I'll show you around and give you a little lecture while I'm at it."

As Rovey walked to the prison gate, he spoke to Mordred before leaving.

"I once asked your father three questions, and I will ask you the same questions today."

"Ha?"

"Rebellious knight, is what you seek now truly atonement, or recognition?"

"I..."

"Don't rush to answer the second question. Descendant of King Arthur's blood, who do you serve— King Arthur or the Lion King? As an accomplice watching her fall step by step, did you have your own selfish motives?"

"One last question, Mordred, when your father really reappears before you and is going to be an enemy of the Lion King, what will your stance be? Think it over carefully, and remember to give me your answer then."

Having said all that needed to be said, after asking three questions, Rovey walked out of the prison.

As he left, Rovey casually kicked a corner of the prison, then dragged out Hundred-Faced Hassan, who was lurking there with the intention of assassinating Mordred.

"Don't act rashly. She's someone I'm in charge of now."

"Why not just kill her? If you wanted to extract information through torture, you could have let me do it. Why..."

Hundred-Faced Hassan had been dragged out, glanced somewhat reluctantly at Mordred in the cell.

Meanwhile, Mordred was seriously considering the three questions Rovey had just asked. In her eyes, she was nothing more than "a defeated dog waiting to be executed after a failed mission." Therefore, she did not show any fear or defensiveness in the face of Hundred-Faced Hassan's attack.

"Bai Mao...are you questioning me, the Prophet? Or are you questioning King Hassan's decision? Would you like to come with me to the shrine to discuss this?"

Rovey did not answer, but calmly asked.

"No, we wouldn't dare. You were chosen by the First Hassan and are Prophet. We naturally have no right to interfere."

"Then why do you still ask? Bai Mao, I know you have your own considerations, and I know you care about your people. However, Mordred's matter has some special meaning for me, and I will not harm her. As for whether she will cause trouble? I can tell you, she won't."

As he spoke, Rovey glanced back at the cell built in the center of the rock face on the mountaintop. Any sound in such a rough and terrifying cell would only be silently swallowed up.

"I'll have Kai watch over her tomorrow. Once the right person arrives, everything will be fine."

"Yes..."

Hundred-Faced Hassan nodded.

"By the way, Zealot, where's the Cursed Arm?"

"Cursed Arm and the others should be back by now. Thanks to you, we're no longer losing any members due to Demonic Beast harassment."

"Here I am, Prophet."

Upon hearing Rovey call his name, a black figure with a heavy bandage wrapped around his right hand emerged from the corner and responded.

"He's still alive, Cursed Arm."

Bai Mao responded nonchalantly, but her tone still betrayed her happiness.

"I'm sorry to have worried you. I went out to check on Serenity's location. She's currently being held in a castle very close to Camelot. Originally, Zealot and I planned to rescue her from the inside, but we encountered that Iron Agravaine, so we failed. Zealot was also injured, but it's nothing serious. I'm sorry, I'm so useless."

Cursed-Arm Hassan spoke of his recent mission in a somewhat somber tone, "Zealot is resting. I heard you were back, so I came to see you. It's truly unbelievable to see that you not only returned victorious but also gained the Sun King as an ally."

"If it were just us, although we were summoned as [Guardians], we would only ever think about leading our own people to survive. But you have been able to unite to this extent in such a short time, which makes us sincerely admire you."

"Let's skip the boasting; I just want to do what I can. After all, this terrible world still needs a little hope."

Whether it's the Lion King or the Pharaoh, in the end, they were merely making a last-ditch effort on a road to destruction. Rovey, however, was different. He knew everything, and understood both the beauty and ugliness of humanity, which is why he held genuine feelings and was willing to leave some hope for this world.

"Hope... we're all incredibly hopeful. However, from what I overheard those refugees saying, I can roughly guess that you married someone else in an attempt to win over the Sun King..."

"Stop for now. Although the situation is indeed similar to what you said, it's just Rameses II talking nonsense right now. The actual situation is extremely complicated. Even if they really get married, it will have to wait until everything is over and she comes back with me."

Rovey quickly stopped him and had Cursed Arm repeat the information he had just received.

"Yes, Serenity has fallen into Agravaine's hands."

"Iron Agravaine, huh... That's not surprising at all. Although his record is mediocre, he is still the Lion King's right-hand man. It's already quite good that he was able to escape unscathed from fighting on his territory."

Bai Mao nodded and said, "Besides, since the other party didn't kill Serenity, it means they must have some purpose. Let's think of a way to rescue her later."

Hundred-Faced Hassan didn't say much about the failure of Cursed Arm, after all, in this situation, the fact that Cursed Arm and Zealot survived was a rare victory.

"That being said, time is still too tight, and I'm worried that Serenity might not be able to hold on."

Cursed Arm let out a helpless sigh.

"He's been arrested by Agravaine..."

Upon hearing this situation, Rovey for a moment and quickly remembered the matter of Serenity.

Although they are not strong, the other party is still a fighting force and an ally. Since we can save them, there is no reason to just stand by and do nothing.

"Then I'll go and get her myself..."

Just as Rovey was about to say that he was going on a long trip.

Whoosh—!

A piercing shriek broke his thoughts, and Rovey, who was pondering something, was directly attracted by the towering beam of light.

On the distant horizon, a pure white beam of light shot straight into the sky, then slowly spread out, emitting bursts of golden light, before finally dissipating into the air.

"Damn it! Here we go again?!"

Upon seeing the beam of light, Cursed-Arm Hassan, who had just returned from that area, showed anger on his face.

"Is that Holy Selection?"

"—That's right, that's the signal from the Lion King Holy Selection. Many people have lost their lives because of this light while you were away!"

"Cursed-Arm Hassan said with immense anger in his heart."

"I see..."

Upon hearing this, Rovey stroked his chin thoughtfully and asked, "I remember there was a great hero in the village named Arash. I'm going on a long trip. Is he in the village?"

"Huh?"

Chapter 192 You're Full of NP!

Not long ago—

Inside a pure white palace.

A woman's voice rang out in the hall.

"That's how it is. I've received a lot of help from you all during this time, Knights of the Round Table."

Gawain remained silent. "..."

Tristan silently placed his fingers on the bowstring. "..."

The atmosphere in the hall immediately became strange, and they all looked at the beautiful Eastern woman who was bidding them farewell.

"Huh? Why does the air suddenly feel so heavy? Did I just say something strange?"

"..."

The knight did not answer, a scene that left the Eastern beauty somewhat perplexed.

She thought for a moment, then confirmed, "I only said, 'I've almost finished observing this city, done my best to appease the vengeful spirits in the vicinity, and now that I've obtained the pass, it's time to continue my journey.' That's all, right?"

"Thank you for your help during this time. Without your help, those vengeful spirits would have been very difficult to deal with."

Gawain nodded, a hint of sadness in his eyes, and then pleaded, "Master, can't you really stay any longer?"

"No need for thanks, Gawain. As a Buddhist, it is only natural to guide vengeful spirits to the Pure Land. This was just something I did on a whim. But there are many things I cannot do now. Cause and effect will eventually come to an end, and the one who tied the knot must untie it."

"Things have come to this, and so much time has been wasted. This humble monk should now continue his journey back to the Great Tang Dynasty in the East."

"..."

Tristan remained silent, but his hand was gradually tensing up.

Then, Agravaine stepped down from the steps, looked at the beautiful Eastern woman in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"... Indeed, you have helped us a great deal. However, Sanzang, is this your declaration of severing ties with us?"

"Huh?"

Upon hearing this question, the Sanzang's expression turned solemn, and his eyes showed some confusion. "What makes you say that, benefactor? I have never intended to be your enemy."

"I didn't originally intend to stay here long; I just came to ask for my travel permit. I am a traveler from India on my way west, and I must return to my hometown now."

Agravaine shook his head. "There's no way anyone can believe that, Tang Sanzang."

"After all, you are now Servant. In that case, there is no need for you to do what you did in your previous life. Therefore, you have no need to return to your hometown, nor do you have the responsibility or reason to do so. Moreover, your hometown does not even exist in this world."

So... where are you going?

Agravaine's words were aggressive, showing a complete distrust of the monk before him.

"Really..."

The Sanzang shook his head and replied, "I am not referring to the Tang Dynasty in the East, nor to my hometown in a specific region, but rather to the goal in my heart."

"Although I have attained Buddhahood at this moment, I am not a complete Buddha. I still have attachments. I am Servant whose goal is to return to my homeland. I am an enlightened monk who is about to embark on a journey and face difficulties. Although I do not have any disciples by my side, I still feel very lonely."