Your NP Gauge Is Full!! (Continued)

"Isn't this city enough to be your home?"

"No, although this city is amazing. It's very stable, prosperous, magnificent, and everyone is equal... I think this must be a place that can be called Avalon."

Sanzang expressed his inner feelings.

Hearing this compliment, Gawain smiled happily, "Thank you for your praise. Although it's just words, it makes me very proud."

"Then... Miss Sanzang, please stay. You are someone personally received by our King, someone who is qualified to reside permanently in the Avalon, and someone of the Stars who deserves to be passed down through generations."

"I am truly flattered by this compliment, and I am very grateful for your kind words."

Sanzang shook his head. "But Buddha-nature will not stay because of good things. Where there is suffering, the arrival of Mahayana Buddhism is needed even more. This is my true intention. In addition, my new disciple Tawara Toda, has also gone missing. Now I have to go out and look for him."

"Well then, I've thanked you all for your care so far, so I'll be leaving now. Goodbye."

Having said that, she left the palace without looking back and headed towards the territory she longed for.

"Is she really gone like that? She was a woman I longed for..."

Upon seeing this, I felt a Gawain sense of regret.

"I'm going to kill her."

Tristan, meanwhile, had already stepped out of the palace, ready to kill Sanzang.

Inside the palace, because it was before the throne, he couldn't recklessly use weapons, but if he left, he could kill the mage on the way.

"No, Tristan." Agravaine raised his hand to stop him. "Although I also feel that keeping her alive would only bring trouble, the King has already given his permission. Her soul is too precious; it is a combination of Buddha-nature, beauty, and kindness. She is the kind of human that our King needs."

"Therefore, our king believes that as long as the Avalon still exists, she will surely return here."

"I see..."

Upon hearing that it was the king's order, Tristan did not insist any further.

"Then let her go. She can't leave this Singularity. When all enemies are eliminated, she will only have one choice: to come back."

"However... how should I put it about the prophecy? That curse is making me increasingly uneasy..."

Gawain asked with concern.

He still remembered the curse of the Lionheart King. And because of that curse, vengeful spirits and demons roamed the vicinity of the Holy City, disrupting the Holy Selection process, requiring constant suppression. Especially with Mordred and Lancelot Rebellious Knight, absent from the city, the presence of the Sanzang was all the more precious.

Although he's been guarding the goal, so far there haven't been any major problems, but things have been getting increasingly strange lately.

In addition to the curse, the Lion King, due to the goddess's characteristics, observed the stars at night and saw a bleak future, which he recorded as a prophecy, hence his great anxiety.

Upon hearing this, Agravaine shook his head. "Although Tang Sanzang is a stranger, he is not a star, nor is he the 'rebel' recorded in the stars. He is just an insignificant fellow, nothing more."

"Speaking of that prophecy, it was..."

"It was something our king saw through a book that came back from his travels with her. The book seems to be called— Book of Supreme World Ordering Principles, right? Although I can't understand it, I believe our king's prophecy is not wrong."

Tristan pondered for a moment—

"As the stars twinkle in a foreign land, cracks appear in the Alliance of Chalk."

"The king's majesty was shrouded in dark clouds, and the tower entrusted by the gods collapsed."

"... These are truly unsettling verses, but I no longer have the eyes to read them. However, I will bear the blame for disobeying if necessary."

Agravaine and said, "There's no need. I've also studied that strange book. The prophecy really has nothing to do with Tang Sanzang. Now you just need to do your own thing."

"Moreover, the stars tell me that the last Master in this world will arrive soon, and I said I would try my best not to be too impolite. Now that the demon problem has been mostly resolved, the King is preparing for a new round of Holy Selection, and we must continue to work harder."

"Yes..."

The knights nodded in agreement.

Deep within the royal palace, in the Lion King's bedroom, a massive energy surge suddenly shot straight into the sky.

Call out!!

The Tower of the End rose once more, its terrifying power scattering the clouds—a signal that something was about to begin.

"The King's Holy Selection is about to begin again..."

As the gatekeeper knight, Gawain was naturally very clear about the meaning represented by this light.

"Gawain, stop dawdling and get started! I still have Hassan to interrogate over there, so I'll leave this to you."

"I see."

The journey from Mount Mukayber to Camelot is extremely long.

For an ordinary person, without considering the various dangers and terrain, it would take at least half a month to complete the journey.

If they were to become Heroic Spirit, it would take them more than three days even at full speed.

Therefore, it is completely impossible to rush over there from now.

Is there any way to cross such a long distance in a short time?

Yes, there are. Although there aren't many convenient methods like this, they do exist.

"Arash? What do you want with him?"

When he heard that Rovey wanted to find Arash, Hundred-Faced Hassan looked puzzled.

Cursed Arm, who could also see through Rovey's thoughts, advised, "Prophet, there's no way. Based on my intelligence, I can deduce that the light just now was probably just the Lion King's rallying order. There's probably only half a day left to prepare, and the Holy Selection will take place at night. There's no way you can make it in time. Although that great hero is indeed very fast, even if he carried you there, he still wouldn't be able to catch up."

"It's not about having him carry me; it's about finding a more convenient way. He has his own unique mode of transportation."

"Huh? Isn't Arash Archer? Does he have a fast mount?"

Bai Mao also looked puzzled.

"No... I think I understand what the Prophet is thinking."

Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden realization, Cursed Arm immediately understood, leaving Hundred-Faced Hassan looking utterly bewildered.

"What exactly is it? Cursed Arm, stop keeping me in suspense."

"Bai Mao, you can create clones, right?"

"Huh? Isn't that obvious? What does it have to do with this?"

While Bai Mao was puzzled, Rovey explained to her, "Think about it for a moment, Bai Mao. You can summon a few clones, then the first clone can throw out the second clone, the second clone can throw out the third clone, and the third clone can throw out the fourth clone. That way you can fly away at super high speed, right?"

"Huh? What the heck is this... I get it, you're trying to launch yourself out of the air with external force, right?"

Hundred-Faced Hassan suddenly realized that she had also witnessed Arash shoot an arrow with the terrifying effect of shooting a meteor. At that time, in order to speed up the train, she had several clones of herself killed.

"Ah... it sounds a bit strange, but the logic is indeed correct."

Upon hearing this idea, Cursed Arm cried out.

"He truly lives up to his Prophet; even his ideas are so wild. Let's not delay and go find him together."

"Walk."

Arash is in a village on the other side of Cursed Arm, so he's quite a distance away.

Under his guidance, Rovey traveled with him through the mountains.

The Cursed Arm can suddenly extend, then precisely grab the cliff in front, and then stretch across in a contracting motion, thus traversing the mountains at high speed like a "failed man" or Tarzan.

"I never expected the Prophet to come up with such a method, but... isn't it too dangerous? Putting aside how such a reckless approach will be implemented, directly targeting the vicinity of the Holy City, won't we be besieged by the enemy?"

Cursed-Arm Hassan, grabbed Rovey's arm with one hand and began swinging on it like a mountain with the other, while also discussing the next steps with Rovey.

Although this method is indeed feasible, he still felt it wasn't a good idea no matter how he listened to it.

After all, going in alone and putting himself in danger is not something Rovey should be doing. As the leader, he should just stay here and oversee the battle.

The Mountain People, who have now won over the Sun King, have begun establishing transport routes. Soon, a large number of Sphinx will be transferred from the desert to this area. Once they have amassed a significant force, they can engage in a decisive battle. At this time, it seems unwise for Rovey to go and check on the Holy City.

Even though it's incredibly cruel, there's not much else that can be done right now. Because there's no time to rescue them, the refugees have to be abandoned. Although this is extremely painful for Cursed Arm, it's for the sake of the bigger picture.

Of course, Rovey was aware of this. However, knowing what had happened and being able to do everything in his power to save innocent people while watching them die, only to end up saying "put the bigger picture first," was certainly not in line with his principles and expectations.

He could not ignore the tragedy. He regarded life as the most precious treasure. This was his standard. No one should give up. There was no reason to prioritize the greater good and then comfortably ignore it.

This idea became more tangible when I received the Command Spells, especially when I set foot in Jerusalem and walked on this land, and heard the prayers of the believers.

Although he didn't want to admit it, his personality and views were indeed affected to some extent. Although he could have rejected these influences, he eventually accepted them.

This is probably what responsibility is...

Even a fake "God Child" is still a "God Child." Since he has gained the faith of this land, he must eventually make certain sacrifices. That's why he took the initiative to go there when he heard the prayers of the refugees in Holy Selection.

' The God Child, the God Child ... I have a feeling that this 'fake God Child,' altered through rituals, is vaguely starting to resemble the real one. You Christianity, do you see? I haven't wasted your power.'

Moreover, this trip isn't without its benefits. He can also quickly push forward with Agravaine and see if he can rescue Serenity. Furthermore, Chaldea should be arriving soon, and if they do, their first stop will undoubtedly be the Holy City; they might even run into each other nearby.

So--

With so many reasons to convince myself, what am I still hesitating about?

"Your kindness truly impresses us..."

After listening to what Rovey had to say, Cursed-Arm Hassan finally smiled and stopped trying to dissuade him, instead rushing forward to help him.

After all, no one can stop a kind Saint from saving others, and all he can do is wish Rovey good fortune in battle.

Soon, the two landed together in the village where Arash was located, which was the Mountain Village on the east side.

At the village entrance, Percival, carrying the Holy Lance, stood guard attentively.

"Eh? Saint, you're back! We heard you captured Mordred, so Kai went to find you. We didn't expect you to come in person this time. Did something happen?"

"Yes, I came here to find someone."

"Oh, is that so? Did you come to see me? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Percival raised the Holy Lance, his expression immediately turning serious.

"No, I'm actually here to see Arash."

Arash?

Percival was somewhat puzzled.

Cursed Arm then explained, "It's that great hero who lives in this village, Archer."

"Haha, so you're here to see me? Come to think of it, I just met Percival not long ago, and I haven't formally introduced myself yet, so he's been calling me Archer."

Suddenly, a cheerful male voice, like that of a friendly older brother, came from inside the village. Immediately afterwards, a young man with short black hair, muscular build and wearing simple armor, walked out of the village.

"...Archer? I see. Your real name is Arash, the great Persian hero. I'm so sorry."

"No, no, just call me Arash or Archer. To be honest, I've always been a little wary of the Knights of the Round Table, which is why I haven't told you my real name. But so much time has passed, Percival and Kay are already on our side."

Arash smiled and then looked in the direction of Cursed Arm and Rovey, asking questions.

"You're back, Cursed Arm. And this must be the Prophet, right? He's truly extraordinary. But your soul is beautiful, like a jewel that sparkles with endless light."

As he spoke, Arash, who possessed A-level Clairvoyance, was also involuntarily drawn to Rovi when he saw Rovey.

However, he did not follow Rameses II's example and engage in any kind of "meal substitute literature," he merely offered a slight compliment, and that was all.

Because Arash wasn't encountered in this village during the last raid, this time Rovey finally had a formal meeting with this beloved general from his FGO days, who also had the highest bond level with him.

A great hero with a level 15 bond...

This is Rovey's best friend.

"I have nothing more to say, great hero..."

As if they had known each other for a long time, Rovey grasped Arash's outstretched hand and then subconsciously shouted out a few familiar skills.

"—A discerning eye."

"Ah?!"

"—The Strategist's Counsel, the strategist's wisdom."

"!!!"

"--The success of being a master of the art, the allure of a dream, and leadership."

"What... what is this?"