The Complete Realm (Continued)

"That's enough, Agravaine. Your plans are over."

They shouted in unison.

"Lancelot! Bedivere! Are you two here to kill me?"

As the two familiar figures burst in, Agravaine's eyes widened slowly, especially when he saw Lancelot, that damned traitor.

"I'm sorry, Agravaine, this is the end of it."

Bedivere's tone was somewhat sorrowful, to which Agravaine remained silent.

"Give up... I won't kill you, Agravaine. You and I are both traitors, there was no turning back from the moment we murdered our fellow members of the Round Table. But I cannot turn a blind eye to your treachery. You committed countless inhumane acts as the King's advisor, now pay the price!!"

Unlike Bedivere, who was at a loss for words, Lancelot raised his sword and spoke with righteous indignation.

"... Lancelot, you mean a traitor? Me? Just like you?"

"—Hahahaha, hahahahaha, hahahahaha, hahahaha!!"

Agravaine did not deny Lancelot's accusations of his cruelty, but when he heard the word "traitor," he finally couldn't help but laugh, and his eyes were incredibly crazed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"... Agravaine?"

Lancelot and Bedivere were also taken aback by his sudden madness.

"... Hahahaha, so this is what they mean by 'laughing nonstop'? How... absurd!!!"

As he muttered to himself, Agravaine suddenly broke into a smile and swung his sword without hesitation at Lancelot, who was at the front.

Clang—!

The two swords clashed, unleashing blinding sparks. This terrifying blow caused Lancelot to involuntarily stagger back several steps.

"This power is...?! Did the Mad Enhancement Magecraft applied to the Purification Knights use it on himself...?!"

Then, looking at Agravaine, who had actually managed to repel him with a single sword strike, his eyes were filled with deep astonishment.

"Agravaine, you bastard...?!"

Before he could finish speaking, Agravaine's next sword was already aimed at Lancelot's head.

Seeing this, Lancelot hurriedly raised his sword to defend, but the continuous attacks left him somewhat overwhelmed.

Bedivere drew his sword to help, but Lancelot stopped him.

His feud with Agravaine is not something that should involve an innocent person like Bedivere.

"You leave first, Bedivere. Go to the palace! Go see our king. That's your battlefield. I can handle this guy on my own!"

"But..."

"There are no buts. I don't even consider Agravaine."

Lancelot shouted, "You must believe in my strength, Bedivere!!"

"Okay, okay, be careful."

Although he didn't want Lancelot to fight alone, there was no time to hesitate. After giving his warning, Bedivere turned and left.

Agravaine's strength was considered bottom-tier among the Knights of the Round Table, on par with Bedivere and Geraint, since all three were civil officials. Therefore, Bedivere was very confident that Lancelot could defeat Agravaine, and thus entrusted the battlefield to Lancelot.

Only--

"Hahaha, you don't take me seriously at all! You really dare to say that, Lancelot!"

After seeing Bedivere leave and hearing Lancelot's ridiculous remarks, Agravaine approached while laughing and said, "My mother is crazy. She keeps saying that she will become the King of Britannia one day, so naturally I grew up with her resentment."

Bang!!

The jet-black sword slashed cleanly and decisively towards Lancelot.

"I obeyed her orders and sat in the same seat as you. To be honest, I have no interest in the Round Table or anything like that, but this is the closest I've ever been. I'm merely a prop that my mother placed beside King Arthur, only to one day seize her throne!"

Clang clang clang—!

Agravaine's attacks grew increasingly fierce, Lancelot's expression grew increasingly grim as he swung his sword to parry Agravaine's attacks.

"I agree with that, because Britannia needs a strong king. I do not obey anyone; my goal is simply to make Britannia strong, and for that I even used King Arthur."

"Do you even understand what I'm carrying?!"

With a roar, Lancelot was cornered by Agravaine's sword and could only barely dodge the traps Agravaine had set up in the room beforehand, then continued his counterattack with his sword.

"What I seek is a king who works diligently, even if only a little, to prolong the reign of Britannia. It doesn't matter who it is as long as they meet this requirement; for me, as long as the person on the throne is qualified, that's enough."

However, Lancelot, whose condition was clearly not right, had lost his fierce fighting spirit and was actually driven to a dead end by Agravaine step by step. Obviously, Agravaine's words had dealt a great blow to his mental state.

"In conclusion, King Arthur is more suitable. Compared to that madman Morgan, King Arthur can continue the Britannia in my heart. Because of the environment I grew up in, I hate women. It's not just Morgan's evil, but also the fact that Guinevere, who is known for her purity, actually fell in love with this guy!"

Agravaine continued angrily—

"I've spent my whole life loathing women! I've despised humanity! I've hated the pointless emotion of love! But for the first time, when I discovered that the person I was afraid of being disliked was a man, do you understand the sense of security I felt?"

"... That kind of foolish dead end because of you and Guinevere. Knowing the King's pain, the emptiness in my heart at that time, can you understand, Lancelot!?"

"You are nothing but an outsider. The fall of Britannia has nothing to do with your homeland. You are free to leave, but what about us? We were born on this island, and we love this island deeply. Where are we supposed to go?! Answer me, Lancelot!!"

"Agravaine... what exactly is going on...?"

Lancelot was reminded of the sins he had committed, and looked at Agravaine in front of him, somewhat at a loss.

"I still have so much left undone—you outsider, you've betrayed our king once again! Receive your retribution—!! Lancelot, if you have any dignity as a knight, then obediently die here to atone for your sins to everyone!!"

"I..."

Facing Agravaine's sword and sensing the anger and hatred in his heart, Lancelot was also caught in a deep internal struggle.

He had never imagined that his past actions had inflicted such deep harm on Agravaine, with whom he had always been at odds, nor had he expected that the other party would fight him with such feelings all along. So he really...

"..."

Just as Lancelot laid down his sword, preparing to atone for his sins with his own life—

"Dad!!"

A familiar voice reached Lancelot's ears, and the next moment, Lancelot suddenly opened his eyes.

--Bang!!

A muffled thud echoed in their ears as Agravaine's heavy blade struck a black Snowflake Shield with tremendous force, sparks flying everywhere.

He was completely unharmed because his daughter, Gahalad, was holding up a shield and struggling to block Agravaine's deadly attack for him.

"Galahad?! Oh, I almost forgot about you. You're a traitor too. You and your father are truly of the same ilk! In that case, I'll send you on your way too!!"

Seeing that Mash had blocked his attack, Agravaine immediately recognized her by the shield. Fueled by his berserk state, he unleashed a furious roar, then activated all the traps in the room, unleashing dozens of Mad Enhancement energy projectiles at Mash's shield.

"Ugh—!"

Because she had just unleashed her Noble Phantasm to block the Lion King's full-power Holy Lance, Mash's physical condition was still very poor. Facing the prepared Agravaine, she swayed precariously and gradually lost her strength.

"Go on your way obediently, you rebel!!"

Seeing this, Agravaine swung his sword, preparing to pierce Mash's throat with a single blow, but—

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from the air, and a sword arrived even faster than Agravaine's.

The lake rippled with autumn light, and the once smooth air rippled outwards like waves on water, gently washing over Agravaine's body.

"What?!"

Agravaine changed as he saw Lancelot's Aroundight mercilessly slash open his chest, gushing out a large amount of blood.

His eyes were icy cold, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Lancelot, you..."

The excruciating pain caused him to drop his weapon, Agravaine clutched his chest, staring incredulously at the murderous Lancelot.

"Agravaine! You call me a traitor, you say I deserve my fate, you say I deserve to die, and I have no complaints! But remember to stay away from my daughter! If you dare lay a hand on her, even with the king's protection, I will kill you again today!!"

Lancelot said firmly, and at the same time pinned Agravaine's body to the ground with a single sword strike.

Bedivere was right; even in his Mad Enhancement, Agravaine was no match for Lancelot. His previous suppression was merely due to guilt, preventing him from retaliating. Now, with Agravaine targeting his most important daughter, he had crossed Lancelot's line.

In that case...

He will defeat it without hesitation!

"Lancelot, you damned traitor! You can't escape! The King will punish you! You will never be redeemed—!!!"

Agravaine lay on the ground roaring, but Lancelot still didn't take his life. Instead, he sat on the ground somewhat forlornly, nodded, and then said...

"Yes, I can't be saved. A sinner like me can only wait to fall into hell. But even so, I know what I should do. This is what I want to do from the bottom of my heart."

"Alright, Agravaine, I won't kill you today. We can't participate in the rest of the battle; we'll just wait here for the outcome..."

Lancelot's back looked somewhat dejected, and his tone became even more somber. He glanced at Mash beside him and forced a bitter smile onto his face.

"I'm sorry, Mash, Dad must look awful like this."

"No, Dad, you're more handsome now than ever before!"

Mash answered decisively, but there seemed to be another voice mixed in with her words; two different yet identical tones merged together.

"Galahad..."

In that instant, Lancelot saw his son's figure again.

"I see... then let's wait for the final result together."

After saying that, he sat back down next to Agravaine, and then, ignoring his shouts and curses, slowly closed his eyes.

Now he won't go anywhere; he'll just stay here quietly.

On the other side, under the almost unstoppable power displayed by Rovey, the royal palace, which was originally a thousand meters away, was reduced to less than a hundred meters. Now, the last line of defense of the Purification Knights in the entire city was also destroyed by his own hands.

Without Agravaine's command, Camelot's entire defenses, except for the Lion King was still activating the Holy Lance, had collapsed.

"Get out of my way!"

Suddenly, a very familiar voice came from beside him, accompanied by a familiar whooshing sound and a sudden sense of foreboding. Rovey turned around as if he had sensed it in advance, and saw a silver light cutting straight through the air and flying rapidly in his direction.

Under his gaze, the Lance of Longinus ripped through space at an extremely tricky angle, piercing through the three knights in front of him, and then joyfully headed towards Rovey's chest for a warm embrace.

"Stop right now, I don't want to be pierced through."

Before the force of the spear tip could touch his heart, Rovey reached out and grasped the shaft of the Lance of Longinus, then swung it violently, annihilating the last four Purification Knights.

"Al, you're here too..."

Looking at the Golden King of Knights running towards him from below, a smile appeared on Rovey's face.

"Yes, I'm here to help you, Rovey."

Artoria, wielding the Holy Lance, ran towards them amidst the dazzling starlight. The golden radiance, combined with her golden hair, made it impossible not to linger and admire her.

"These Purification Knights have completely transcended the concept of knighthood and humanity. Agravaine, the Lion King, they've used every trick in the book..."

As Artoria arrived, Bedivere also ran over. Although he only had one arm, Raphael's blessing allowed him to still display considerable strength.

The Purification Knights who had blocked their way had all been dealt with by Artoria and Bedivere, and now the three of them had arrived at the final checkpoint at the same time.

Artoria: "The internal battlefields of Camelot have been completely stabilized. Rovey Tristan and Sir Gawain are currently unable to move. A large number of soldiers are pouring in now, so we no longer need to worry about being attacked from both sides."

Bedivere: "The Knight Lancelot has taken over Agravaine's side. The entire Camelot defense line has completely fallen. I believe good news will also come from Gaheris and Bors. It can be said that we have won a great victory."

"We've finally come this far, Camelot, my former home. I never imagined that returning here would be to defeat another version of myself who went astray. It's quite a strange thing... But I can't worry about that now. This time, Rovey, I'll fight alongside you. Don't even think about abandoning me again!"

"Alright, let's all do it together."

Rovey looked somewhat helpless as Artoria grabbed his collar.

At this moment, compared to Bedivere, who was filled with self-reproach for failing to safeguard the Holy Sword when facing the Lion King, Artoria was unexpectedly excited, or perhaps she was encouraging herself in this way.

Seeing this, Rovey felt a pang of heartache looking at her covered in blood, and couldn't help but reach out and hug her, then said, "Thank you, Al..."

"Idiot, why are you thanking me?"

Artoria felt somewhat helpless.

"Next, all that's left is to drag that high and mighty goddess down and make her face to face with the Lion King— "

Before they could finish speaking, the three people present suddenly sensed something unusual and noticed something rapidly approaching.