I Make a Covenant with You All (Continued)

At this moment, Rovey also understood the real reason why the Lionheart King was in this state.

He had undoubtedly confused himself with Goetia. Currently, apart from those few who possess the highest level of Clairvoyance, the rest, even the Lion King who is at the god level, cannot confirm Goetia's true identity and still regard the culprit who launched the Humanity Incineration as that Magic King.

But that was just a pretense.

This Lionheart King was created by Goetia, and he has certainly felt Goetia's power, which is the power of the Ten Commandments. That's why he is so certain that Rovey is the Magic King.

"King... you have come in person... that's wonderful! Please lead us to reclaim the Holy Land, rebuild a new Jerusalem... and usher in a new era for mankind!!"

I am a fanatical Lionheart King said, his words flowing out as the Black Mud beneath his feet churned and surged. The All the World's Evil seemed eager to touch Rovey and turn him into part of an endless curse.

However, feeling a chill run down his spine from the Lionheart King's almost perverted gaze, he didn't want to get entangled with him any further. Originally, Rovey had planned to lead him elsewhere and then figure out a solution, but now...

"Hey—I've got an idea!!"

Rovey glanced at the Lion King who had appeared behind him and the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad in her hand, and immediately thought of a more straightforward and feasible plan.

Quickly dodging Lionheart King's monstrous gaze, Rovey hid behind Lion King and then gave her direct commands.

"Quickly, throw the Holy Lance that way!!"

"Rovey shouted loudly," he was referring to the twisted spot on the distant land that resembled the hole of the Holy Grail, where the All the World's Evil were constantly flowing.

"Crowley, you..."

Gawain was startled by Rovey's shout; it was the first time he had ever heard anyone dare to command the Lion King like that, and more importantly...

"If that thing is destroyed, it could very well allow even more curses to flow out! And Lion King's Holy Lance isn't meant for—"

"Stop talking nonsense, Gawain. I understand the All the World's Evil better than you do, and I know the weight of this sin better than any of you. The voices seeking my salvation are practically bursting my head! In short, just launch it over there! Do I really have to beg you, Artoria?!"

"—!!"

The Lion King, hidden behind the mask of innocence and coldness, wavered for a moment. That name, sealed deep in his memory for over a thousand years and unmentioned by anyone, seemed to have unintentionally touched some unknown corner of the Wild Hunt that had been hidden and vanished.

In short, Rovey's shout effectively woke up the Lion King.

Rather than Gawain's insistence that it was unacceptable, she preferred to believe Rovey's willingness to take the plunge, since he was the one she had chosen to walk alongside.

"As you wish."

"The Lion King!?"

Under Gawain's astonished gaze, the Lion King unleashed the Holy Lance without hesitation. The dazzling light of Rhongomyniad exploded on the spot, its brilliant torrent of stars far more dazzling than the sun above Gawain's head. Then, the Holy Lance, flashing with blinding light, traversed several kilometers and plunged into the malevolent vortex that had cracked open in the ground.

Seeing this, Rovey also began his own actions. With a flip of his hand, a familiar silver cane appeared in his palm, and then—

Sacred Fire

The Healing Breeze

Purified water

The Land of Rest

Lord, forgive me.

Several special Magecraft of different colors were directly applied to the staff. The moment the Holy Lance flew out, Rovey used magical chains to fix its trajectory. Then, imitating Scáthach's throwing motion with the Gáe Bolg, he threw his staff straight out like a javelin, piercing the dark rift along the golden light path created by Rhongomyniad.

The light of Christianity spread across the land, and the four unique purification Magecraft of Christianity took root and continued to grow on the land, flowing into the rising vortex of malice.

"Rest in peace here, souls of the dead—A·Men!!"

Click—!!!

Terrifying magic exploded on the dark earth, and a sound like a mirror shattering spread through the air.

However, this time the light that erupted was not the golden starlight that Rhongomyniad was familiar with, but a miracle belonging to the Christianity, the light of salvation unique to the Holy Spirit. A huge phantom of a cross appeared in the sky, like a monument planted in the ground, stopping the darkness from spreading further.

What could have caused a major disturbance was quelled in just about half a minute thanks to Rovey's decisive action.

The originally dark sky turned golden at this moment, like a sanctuary in the heavens. Among the golden clouds, feathers of light fell down in front of us.

"This is...?"

Gawain watched as the light feathers fell from the sky, his pupils trembling slightly, because in his daze he seemed to see the figures of many people, who were now residing in each of the different feathers.

"These are all souls who died on this land, and many of them are the sins you committed. You must remember this."

Rovey calmly explained, "That cleansed their obsessions and resentments, and now their souls have found peace. However, my special cane that I've had for so long is definitely gone."

At this point, Rovey gave a helpless laugh.

That last movement was like using his cane as a consumable item.

The angelic power and purifying power within are used to cleanse the All the World's Evil, which is why the effect is so good.

Otherwise, if it were just the Lion King's Holy Lance, although it could blast the vortex apart, the subsequent consequences would be self-evident.

The mere splitting of the All the World's Evil in Fuyuki City was enough to trigger such a massive fire. If the All the World's Evil in the entire Sixth Singularity were to be blasted apart by the Holy Lance, Rovey didn't even dare to imagine what would happen.

It's estimated that in an instant, more than half of the existing human population would be wiped out. But if left unchecked, they would also pose a threat to the entire world.

So there's nothing to regret. At most, it's just a walking stick. You save your trump card for last, and you'll eventually have to use it at the right time.

Trading a hand, whose value can be measured in monetary terms, for a life worth hundreds of thousands is indeed very worthwhile...

It was precisely for this reason that he made such a decisive move just now to have the Lion King fire the Holy Lance to clear the way.

Now, all those lost souls have been purified.

The Christianity and are pure and kind enough can go to heaven, while those who believe in other religions can enter the Underworld to be reincarnated, is already considered the best possible solution.

A smile appeared on Rovey's face.

It was a smile of profound relief after letting go.

"..."

The Lion King, standing at the back, silently watched everything that had just happened, as well as Rovey, who was holding a mass for this land and for the souls of the dead.

It seems I made some mistakes in my assessment of this human soul.

Although he was innocent, his soul was pure and flawless, possessing everything impeccable, he was too pure, so pure that he transcended the concept of humanity...

It is difficult to define.

From this angle, he looks like a man and a woman, an old man and a child, a saint and a sinner.

He can be his own interpreter, but he can also be his own critic.

He is shrouded in mystery.

Is it a person?

No, it's more like a god, except not a god like itself, but a god walking its own path.

He cannot be used as a 'specimen,' nor can he be taken into one's own Holy Lance. He can step into the end and the end of the world, but he does not need to rely on himself. He is a special existence that even he cannot predict, seemingly a completely new possibility...

Perhaps this is why I felt a liking for him at first sight.

A golden light flashed like a shooting star, and the Lion King's Holy Lance returned to his hand, along with the staff that was now just a bare fragment. The Lion King returned it to Rovey.

"It really is broken..."

Rovey glanced at it briefly and found that only a stick remained as the main body; the rest had been transformed into the power to send those souls to Heaven and the Underworld.

"This power... this power... is the Holy Spirit, the power of the King!!"

As Lionheart King watched the enormous silver cross rising on the horizon, his companions around him, and the souls of the dead being purified and heading to Heaven, his eyes widened in shock.

"But why... why? Why... why help those who defy God?!"

The scene unfolding before his eyes was incomprehensible to the already eccentric Lionheart King.

That is absolutely the power of the Holy Spirit, the power that only the most devout and beloved by the Holy Spirit can use. It is the power that opens the gates of Heaven and purifies the souls of the dead.

And in this world, besides Magic King Solomon who was granted miracles by the Holy Spirit, who else could possess such power?!

But he just couldn't understand why the Magic King, who had given him the Holy Grail and a mission, and sent him to this Singularity to revive the miracles of the Lord, would help the Lion King.

In an instant, as the All the World's Evil was purified, the Lionheart King's dark body trembled like a muddy stream.

This time, Rovey did not back down. Instead, he calmly looked at the devout king who had been manipulated, maliciously toyed with, and whose faith had been distorted by Goetia. He sighed and walked up to the tall figure of the Lionheart King.

"Don't get close..."

"Don't stop me, Sir Gawain."

Gawain wanted to say something and prepared to draw his sword to protect Rovey, but the Lion King stopped him.

Because in her view, the Lion King could see what Rovey wanted to do.

"You... you... who exactly are you?"

At this moment, Lionheart King knelt on the ground, his dark body beginning to melt away, staring in disbelief at the figure that had walked up to him.

"I am not the Magic King, I am simply myself, a saint, a pioneer, and the one who will redeem you."

"Now that you've been fighting for so long, you must be thirsty, right?"

As he spoke, Rovey cut his wrist and then reached out to catch a handful of blood. Then a miracle happened: small streams of bright red liquid gushed out from the blood he had caught, and a sweet aroma mixed with a faint sourness began to waft out. The bright red liquid was not blood, but rather blood-red wine.

Rovey used his thin, bony hands to form a bowl, gently cupping it to the Lionheart King's lips. He then moved his hands slightly to create a gap, allowing the red wine to fall into the Lionheart King's mouth.

After simply and brutally feeding Lionheart King a handful of wine from his own body, Rovey stood up. He kicked up some dust with his foot, then flicked his sleeves. The moment he stood up, the wine stopped flowing from the wound. Only the crimson wine absorbed by the sand and soil left behind specks of blood.

"What exactly is this...?"

Under Gawain's shocked gaze, the black malice on Lionheart King's body was still flowing, but this time it was not melting, but a kind of... purification?

"If people hate you, know that they hated me before they hated you."

"I will bear this grievance and karma from now on."

"Rovey said softly, his hand gently stroking the top of Lionheart King's head, and the previously devastated Lionheart King calmed down at that moment."

"O king who acted out of piety, your nightmare is over. Now, wake up and return to your rightful place."

It was just a soft call, yet Rovey's palm emitted a faint light. Then, the calamity-inducing Black Mud wrapped around Lionheart King seemed to be drawn into his palm by some immense suction force, disappearing without a trace at an extremely fast speed.

"Who exactly are you...?"

The enormous, black lion's figure vanished, replaced by a young man with golden hair. He wore metallic armor, white fur adorning his shoulders, and red ribbons. Though young, he exuded a dashing and heroic air.

This was the true face of Richard I, the Lionheart King: an incomparably handsome young man.

At this moment, he seemed to have just woken up from an endless nightmare. Although his eyes were filled with doubt, he was also extremely excited when he saw Rovey.

"I was just a traveler. Now it's all over. You should leave, Lionheart King."

Rovey answered calmly.

"... I understand. I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble this time."

Upon hearing Rovey's words, the Lionheart King understood immediately. He solemnly knelt on one knee before Rovey, performing the most devout ceremony.

At the same time, he looked at Gawain and the Lion King, and felt a surge of emotions.

Although there were still many things he wanted to do and countless words he wanted to say, he was on his deathbed at this moment. His physical body had long since died, and after purifying the All the World's Evil, he naturally had no medium left. He was now so weak that he could no longer speak.

In the final moments, his eyes were filled with longing and anticipation as he looked at Rovey.

And Rovey knew what he longed for.

"No need to speak, I understand. Although you were used as tools to commit evil deeds, you have still stained yourselves with too much blood. Because of your recklessness and ambition, the number of people who died in this Singularity is twice as many as expected." Rovey looked at Lionheart King, his expression serious and his tone somewhat unfriendly. "Fine, you can't speak anyway, and I'm too lazy to scold you now, lest I get myself involved. Just kill yourself, I grant you permission."

The mighty Lionheart King, a devout Christianity, and a formidable enemy who had never truly died, seemed relieved by Rovey's words. He knelt heavily on one knee toward Rovey, stretched out his hand, and swiftly and decisively drew a cross shape in front of him.

Then, Lionheart King stood up quickly, summoned his longsword to his hand again, raised it high, and without hesitation plunged it into the armor of his own chest. This devout believer and valiant king, because of a single word from Rovey, chose what should have been a sinful act of suicide.

Because it was time for him to wake up, this memory and guilt would continue to haunt him, and even returning to the Throne of Heroes would not erase it. He would use everything he had to atone for his sins.

Now, this extremely distorted Singularity has lost a major threat; the tentacles belonging to the Magic King have been completely severed.

After seeing Lionheart King off, Rovey walked up to the Lion King.

"Now that the demon has vanished, I too must leave Camelot, Lion King."

Before the other party could say anything, Rovey spoke first.

"Wh-what are you saying, Crowley!"

"State your reasons, Child of God."

The Lion King stopped Gawain, and Rovey nodded in gratitude.

"Your Camelot is ultimately an illusion. The Lionheart King is a prisoner trapped in the dream of the past, while you are a god who looks forward to an absurd future. You are both wrong."