I NTR'd Myself?

"That's about it, it's time to end this."

Seeing this, Rovey smiled slightly, and then, to the Lion King's incredulous gaze, magic and life force began to surge uncontrollably behind him.

In the next instant, tens of thousands of illusory Astral Soul appeared simultaneously and charged toward the Lion King together with him.

Those souls were all saved by Rovey. They may have different beliefs, they may be of completely different races, and they may never have known each other. However, everyone who appeared here wanted to help Rovey and personally convey that injustice and pain to the Lion King.

Facing the power of an entire world and countless souls, how should the Lion King possibly stop it?

—It's over!!

The number of souls that had accumulated had reached infinity. Countless attacks relentlessly assaulted the Lion King's soul. The intense pain and the emotions of tens of thousands of people engulfed the Lion King like a flood.

A triple blow to the body, mind, and soul.

This caused the Holy Lance in the Lion King's hand to fly uncontrollably backward, and her body, which had been barely able to hold on thanks to the power of the Holy Lance, was now completely stained black along with her spirit.

The colors that belonged to the Lion King kept fading, and the voice that belonged to the Lion King slowly grew weaker...

"What... what is this...?"

The Lion King was stuck in the mud and could not move. She wanted to struggle out, but how could the souls of tens of thousands of people allow her to leave?

All she could see was the boundless karmic force relentlessly dragging her body down into an unfathomable abyss, until it completely devoured the last glimmer of light on her body.

"It's over."

As Rovey spoke calmly, the All the World's Evil within him was transmitted through the previous battle to the person who had to bear it. The goddess whose body had completely lost its pure white color and was falling towards the abyss was the result of this battle.

'Bang!' That was the final sound of shattering. The entire dark world, along with the pristine white Tower of the End of the End, collapsed the instant the Lion King plunged into the abyss.

The surrounding scenery instantly transformed back into the Camelot Palace from where they had arrived, and everything they had just experienced vanished as if it were an illusion.

If it weren't for the figure entangled in Black Mud right in front of him, Rovey might have mistaken it for his own imagination.

"Well, I'm not quite sure what kind of nightmare you had."

Looking at the cocoon formed from pitch black, Rovey raised his palm and offered a sincere greeting to the vanished pure white.

"Anyway, it's time to get up, Artoria."

Chapter 222 I'm cheating on myself?

In peaceful and Britannia, in a cozy manor.

The man with bright eyes finished preparing the last supper and then placed the dishes on the table one by one. He looked at the hesitant Artoria and said gently, "Have you decided to leave?"

"Rovey ...darling, I..."

Artoria hesitated, but looking at the silhouette reflected in those bright eyes, she made up her mind, nodded gently, and said, "I'm leaving."

"I see."

"Thank you so much for giving me this wonderful memory, for letting me see the perfect world I've always dreamed of. This is undoubtedly the place I've always longed for. But I also know that it's all just an illusion in my mind. You are Crowley, but you are just the perfect lover I've been waiting for for over a thousand years, the lover I've imagined."

"Yes, I am the person you have been waiting for."

Rovey smiled gently, then said very frankly, "Similarly, I am also someone who deeply loves you and is loved by you. It's so good that you can realize this, Lily. After all, one cannot live forever in the world of one's own heart."

"Thanks."

Artoria reached out and gently stroked Rovey's face, saying with deep sorrow, "I know that you, and this beautiful world, are just my illusions. If I stay here forever, happiness and joy will only be mine. Doing so would be irresponsible to those who are fighting outside, and my growth of over a thousand years would all turn to smoke. And that would be the greatest desecration of me who has overcome those obstacles, and it would also be a deception of my own feelings."

"My poor wife..."

Listening to Artoria's sobs, Rovey sighed softly, then gently hugged her and placed Artoria little head in his arms.

Artoria's body trembled.

However, at this moment, Rovey did not say anything to persuade her to stay, nor did he say anything like, "What's wrong with being here?" to coax Artoria. He simply slowly released his hand and gently pushed Artoria forward, his smile still relaxed.

"Rovey ..."

The man smiled and said, "Have a safe trip, darling."

Upon hearing this, Artoria could no longer hold back. She lowered her head, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you, thank you... and thank you everyone in this world. You made me feel the warmth of family and the past... Thank you for finally making me feel happy and at peace. So this is the true face of the happiness I've been searching for all along..."

Artoria raised her head, tears streaming down her face, and said through her teary eyes, "Even if it's just a lie, I still thank you... for letting me understand what my heart truly desires."

"Okay, let's get going then."

He spoke with a smile, as if saying goodbye.

"I'll never say things like 'You must live a wonderful life' again. Your life should be your own to decide. Whether it's wonderful or tragic, joyful or sorrowful, comedic or tragic, the ending of these stories should be determined by you. I only want to say one thing now..."

The figure of the man standing there had become visibly illusory, but somehow, he was now tightly gripping the pure white Holy Lance in his hand, and then solemnly handed it back to Artoria's palm.

In the instant that Artoria grasped the Holy Lance again, the power of the Tower of the End, the Avalon constructed by the goddess Lion King, became illusory.

"Go back to where you belong."

"However, I still want to give you a small suggestion. Since you've already taken that step, don't hesitate any longer. Hints won't work on someone as stubborn as me. Just go and grab him by your side. You deserve the happiness you want."

The man gently and softly made his final suggestion.

Artoria nodded, turned her back, wiped away her tears, and stepped out of the house.

Tears are nothing but dust in the past.

The moment she made up her mind, this beautiful fantasy world would never belong to her again.

And all those who love her will offer their support.

The young man inside the house nodded slightly to the woman leaving outside the door.

Artoria outside the door did not respond further; she simply closed the door gently, and the sound of her footsteps fading away was the best answer.

Inside the room, something resembling petals, shimmering with pure white light, slowly began to drift. The young man standing there collapsed as if he had lost all his strength, but immediately a pair of hands reached out from behind him and gently supported him, placing him on a chair.

"It's Mordred..."

Seeing his daughter appear behind him, the young man smiled and asked gently, "Have you finished your homework for today?"

"It's all done, but Mother, she..."

Mordred looked in the direction Artoria had left, feeling deeply saddened.

"She has simply returned to her own world, and we will always remain in her heart."

"Then, is it possible for us to meet again?"

Mordred asked, somewhat unwillingly.

"No, we probably will never see each other again? After all, she is already very happy... She doesn't need this false Avalon anymore."

"Oh."

Whether it was the young man or Mordred, from the ends of their hair to their fingertips, everything seemed to be melting and shimmering with white light.

They were all creations of this perfect world, and their disappearance when Artoria left was a natural consequence, an inevitable occurrence. It's conceivable that they would eventually cease to exist along with this perfect world.

"However, it's a bit too extravagant for someone who shouldn't exist to have an Avalon as their grave... Goodnight, Mordred."

Goodnight, Father.

The young man held Mordred's hand and then slowly closed his eyes.

—Splash splash splash splash.

Their bodies, like fallen pure white petals, withered, crumbled, and disappeared one by one in the room.

The whole world gradually fell silent, just as Artoria had initially longed for.

In their dreams, in peace, they peacefully meet their end, each one falling into eternal sleep with their loved ones.

——

Am I back?

Near the throne room, Artoria suddenly opened her eyes and found herself back in her body in the real world. The once pure white canvas around her was now painted with the colors of the world again; she was in Camelot's palace.

However, the palace she was in this time was not the one in her illusion, but the palace built by the Lion King, which was undoubtedly the real world.

Just as she fully regained consciousness and realized that someone was watching her.

She turned her head to look and saw a figure with short, flowing silver hair, a face as delicate and beautiful as a woman's, and that most distinctive pure silver armor. The person's identity was obvious: Bedivere.

"Your Majesty, you've woken up too..."

Bedivere, who had just been brought out of the illusion by Holmes and Merlin, looked at Artoria beside him with great surprise. Similarly, Artoria was very happy to see Bedivere come out as well. Then she immediately noticed the very familiar holy sword in Bedivere's hand.

—The Excalibur.

"How did my holy sword end up here?"

Upon seeing the sword appear here, Artoria was slightly taken aback, her eyes filled with confusion. After all, this sword had been snatched away by the Demon God King right before her eyes, so how could it suddenly reappear in Bedivere's hands? Could it be that—during the three years she spent in the illusion, a long time had passed in the outside world?!

Her eyes immediately turned to horror.

"This is..."

Upon hearing this question, Bedivere immediately pondered for a moment, then hurriedly offered an explanation. "It was delivered by the sorcerer Merlin and a strange detective in the illusion... In short, the matter is..."

Before Bedivere could finish speaking, Artoria nodded and said, "It's alright, as long as you're okay. Um—"

"Rovey, where is he?"

More than the issue of the Holy Sword, Artoria was concerned about the figure that had appeared in her heart.

"Mr. Crowley, he, he seems to be over there."

Artoria's reminder brought Bedivere back to their senses, who were still in a daze after just emerging from the illusion. They hurriedly began searching for Rovey and the Lion King in their surroundings.

"[You two have finally made contact! That's wonderful, Miss Artoria, hurry to the depths of the palace.] "

Just as the two began to search anxiously, Dr. Roman's voice came from the device on Artoria's body.

Upon seeing the two who had been under hard control for an unknown period of time reconnect, Romani, who was in Chaldea, immediately shouted anxiously.

While the two were entering their respective Avalon, he had been calling out for who knows how long, but Artoria and Bedivere seemed to have lost their souls and did not answer him. Now Ritsuka and Mash are rushing over to provide support.

"We understand."

Upon hearing Roman's instructions, the two, who had just recovered, didn't even have time to discuss what had happened before rushing together towards the battlefield deep within the palace.

Deep within the royal palace at this moment—

"Are you never going to stop?! Didn't you say that once you're dyed black and gain the emotion, you can stop? Why are you hitting even harder now?!"

Deep within the palace, Rovey, relentlessly pursued by the Lion King wielding the Crimson Storm, retreated while shouting and pondering this incomprehensible question.

He also clearly remembered what Merry and Merlin told him: the difference between the Lion King and Artoria was that one was led by humans and the other by gods. Therefore, the gods abandoned the emotions and feelings that were originally human, which led to the situation of the Lion King.

So, in layman's terms, the solution is to use the emotions contained in the All the World's Evil you have adjusted, along with your own methods, to continuously inject them into her body, causing her divine side to fall off and shake, so that her human side can emerge again, and that will solve the problem.

But this...

Looking at the dark red storm and lightning sweeping in once again, Rovey felt as if he had been tricked by those two bastards.

Although he clearly had emotions, those emotions were all directed at him.

He could feel the purest resentment in every gust of wind that erupted from Black Lancer Artoria. The way he fired the Holy Lance in rapid succession was not only quite similar to the situation when he fed the Lion King the 'Sea Tiger Explosive Fist', but exactly the same.

However, the only difference is...

The Lion King is gone, but the Black Lancer Artoria before us is still the goddess, only now she appears as her profile, in Alter colors. However, the Holy Lance remains unchanged; in fact, with the addition of the All the World's Evil, it's even stronger than before.

On his side, the exhilarating battle had nearly depleted his original Astral Soul and life force. Although his cultivation level was still intact, his physical attributes were lagging behind, and he could no longer continue to feed Black Lancer Artoria with continuous explosive punches.

"Don't run away!"

"Of course they'd run away!"

So a strange situation arose: Rovey was running ahead, while Black Lancer Artoria was chasing after him with a gun in hand.

"It's The Lion King! And Mr. Crowley too!"

Soon, Bedivere and Artoria, who had come with the storm, saw this strange scene.

There was no time to ponder why the Lion King's pristine white armor had turned pure black. Given the current situation, they couldn't simply watch Rovey continue to be bullied by the Lion King. So, the two of them raised their Holy Lance and swords, unleashing a blinding golden light within the palace to counter the magic emanating from the Lion King's black Holy Lance.

"—Is it you? Lord Bedivere, and me from another world?"

As multiple Holy Lance and swords were unleashed, two golden torrents collided with a dark red storm. The Black Lancer Artoria had been chasing Rovey, stopped in her tracks, turned back, and called out their names. This time, her tone wasn't as cold as it had been upon their first meeting; instead, it carried a complex mix of emotions. However, the black storm that had swept forth did not cease because of these emotions. The suffocating magical power continued to roar and assault everyone like a hurricane.