Awakening the Knight King (Continued)

"An angel? No, it's more of a wind force... but it doesn't seem to have any divinity, though it's somewhat similar to elves. But the one you're controlling doesn't have the same lively intelligence as an elf, so this must be a pure alchemical creation, an empty shell?"

Upon seeing the Wind Elemental Angel controlled by Rovey, Scáthach's expression was somewhat surprised, but she quickly saw through its true nature thanks to her thousands of years of experience and Magecraft skill.

Rovey, whose trickery had been seen through, did not deny it.

"Even in the distant Age of Age of Gods, the gods were high above, untouchable by mortals. Let alone in this age of declining mystique, how could a true archangel be replicated? What I summoned is merely a vessel to facilitate the use of my powers. It only looks impressive and may be effective against Magus, but it will hardly be of any use against mysterious and stronger Heroic Spirit like you."

"The theory of merging angels and elves is truly interesting. It's a variation resulting from the fusion of theology and alchemy. I'm amazed you could come up with that, Master."

"However, if those Executor of the Church saw that you had actually fused and mixed the archangel, who symbolizes the four elements of this world, with the four elemental spirits of Alchemy to create such an empty shell, it would surely enrage them, wouldn't it?"

"Perhaps so, but for me, Alchemy, theology, and science are merely tools to help me progress and move toward the Mari. Although I am Magus and Alchemy, I do not arrogantly reject anything useful."

Hearing Scáthach's words, Rovey shook his head and said nonchalantly, "As long as it's useful to me, I'll use it. Anyway, the gods haven't personally shown up to say it's forbidden."

"The gods themselves have appeared... Hah, Master, that's quite a sophistry. Where can you find any trace of gods in this day and age?"

Scáthach shook her head and continued, "However, your current behavior can indeed be called blasphemy. If this were during my time of the Age of Gods, a god might actually appear and teach you a lesson."

"However, the era of the gods is long gone. They have all returned to the prison in the Starry Sky. Now it is the era of humanity, isn't it?"

"You're right. The age of gods has passed. This is the age of mankind. To you, those gods are nothing more than things recorded in ancient books. You're just taking advantage of that."

"Angel Summoning and Demon Summoning, Master, you remind me of a very powerful guy."

Who is it?

After witnessing Rovey's talents, even Scáthach couldn't help but exclaim, "That guy's name is, Magic King Solomon."

"Solomon..."

Upon hearing the name, Rovey paused for a moment, then shook his head and replied helplessly, "Although there are indeed many things that are interconnected between Angel Summoning and Demon Summoning, compared to that legendary Magic King, I am obviously far inferior. If that Magic King were facing this situation, he wouldn't need to use any elaborate schemes; he could simply summon a demon god and overwhelm them."

"That king can summon the real 72 Demons, while I can only summon false angels that have been given names and mixed with Alchemy. That is the difference."

Rovey did not accept Scáthach's praise.

After all, he knew his own limitations; he was just a Magus with some talent, how could he have the kind of power she described?

And who is King Solomon, the Magic King?

The true Heroic Spirit Grand Rank Caster], the Israel King of Fighters, is not only unmatched by Jacob's Limbs Iron Fist, but also protected by 72 Demons, each of whom is a top-tier Heroic Spirit. His Noble Phantasm, the Grand Temple of Time, is also a heavyweight.

Even the Demon God King Goetia, who could instigate the Humanity Incineration, was merely a being born from Solomon's corpse, inheriting his legacy. In other words, if Solomon wanted to, he could also instigate the Humanity Incineration.

Comparing himself to this King Solomon's opinion, Rovey himself felt he was completely inferior.

"Is that so..."

Seeing that Rovey refused, Scáthach smiled slightly and did not continue to speak. Her crimson eyes held a hint of amusement at this moment, making it difficult to guess what she was thinking.

During the time the two were talking, the castle gate that had been blocking their way was finally completely cut open by the sharp wind blades, opening a path forward.

Without hesitation, they stepped inside.

This location is several hundred meters away from the interior of the castle.

A courtyard away, the first thing that caught their eyes was a dashing figure with blonde hair and blue eyes. She stood in the center of the courtyard, holding a sword, as if she had been waiting there for a long time.

—The Heroic Spirit of the Sword, Servant Saber, whose true name is King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon.

Just as Rovey had predicted, she was the gatekeeper for tonight, but...

Although Saber has appeared, her Master is nowhere to be seen, clearly having already left the area long ago.

"See, just as expected, in order to accelerate the completion of the Holy Grail, Emiya Kiritsugu will definitely put his Saber on the board."

Seeing that Artoria was holding the line alone, with no one around, not even her Master Emiya Kiritsugu, this undoubtedly confirmed his previous suspicions.

Then, Rovey turned to look at Scáthach beside him and explained why Emiya Kiritsugu had done this.

"Because if we do this, whether Artoria lives or dies, there will be a Servant's soul sacrificed here, which means that one Servant will definitely die on this battlefield."

"So, that guy really doesn't treat Saber like a human being at all? Leaving her here to fight alone and wait to be sacrificed, doesn't that make King Arthur feel disheartened? If my Master dared to betray me like that, I would definitely stab a few holes in him with my magic spear without hesitation."

As she spoke, Scáthach clenched her fist and poked Rovey in the waist as if it were a magic spear, scaring him so much that he begged for mercy.

"Spare me, spare me! Please see the truth, my Queen! I have always been loyal to you and have never betrayed you. My loyalty is as clear as the sun and moon!"

"Pfft..."

Seeing Rovey's exaggerated acting, even the aloof Scáthach couldn't help but laugh. She never expected that her usually serious Master would have such a side.

Isn't she quite lively? Why is she always pretending to be serious?

"Alright, stop fooling around. Didn't you see Saber's face turn dark?"

"Oh, I thought this would cheer you up and ease the tension before the battle."

"While I'm touched that you made me laugh, I still prefer seeing you fight heroically and create miracles to these jokes. Now that King Arthur has appeared, it's time for us to start our operation according to the plan we agreed on earlier."

As Scáthach spoke, she raised her finger to re-examine the primordial Rune drawn on Rovey's body. She reached out and gently stroked his face, then smiled and said, "Master, rest assured. Even if you die, I will definitely avenge you and bring your soul to the Land of Shadows. At that time, I will also love (train) you well in my own way."

"Please don't base your decision on the premise that I will definitely die, okay? Although I really want to see the legendary other side, the Land of Shadows, with my own eyes, I would rather fulfill my current wish and reach a place I miss even more."

Rovey shook his head slightly, then reached forward with his right hand and pulled out a strangely shaped white staff from mid-air. He then calmly stepped forward.

"Um?"

At this moment, standing directly in front, Artoria felt a little uneasy seeing the loving relationship between the masters and servants of the others, who could even entrust their backs to each other. When she thought about her own situation, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised when she saw that it was Rovey who took the initiative to come forward, instead of Scáthach.

She looked at Rovey, who was ready to fight her, with extreme surprise. Instead of attacking, she looked at Scáthach, who was sitting down not far away, ready to watch the show, and then questioned, "Queen Scáthach, what does this mean?"

"What does this mean...? Hmm, that's a good question. But you shouldn't ask me, because I'm looking for the answer myself right now."

Hearing Artoria's question, Scáthach shrugged helplessly and then spoke.

"To sum it up, my Master wants to fight you for some reason, so he told me not to interfere. It's that simple~"

"This is utter nonsense!!"

Upon hearing these words, Artoria's eyes immediately filled with rage.

"Are you trying to fool me, Queen Scáthach!"

Ignoring Rovey who had walked up to her ready to fight, Artoria's gaze remained fixed on Scáthach, and she uttered an angry question.

In her opinion, Scáthach's act of sending her Master to fight her was simply absurd. Artoria couldn't understand her thoughts and had no intention of fighting Rovey.

What she wanted was to fight a hero like Scáthach, not to bully Magus like Rovey as Heroic Spirit.

"Scáthach ..."

Artoria stared intently at the purple figure sitting on the steps watching, then released her magic and leaped forward, intending to rush directly towards the other person. However... she was blocked by Rovey's outstretched hand.

"Where are you going, King Arthur? Haven't we already made it very clear? Your next opponent is not Scáthach, but me."

Rovey gazed at Artoria and said calmly.

"And compared to Scáthach, who has already lost to her once and almost been killed, it would undoubtedly be easier for her if I were her opponent, right?"

"You!!"

Being stopped by Rovey and looked down upon like this, Artoria was immediately annoyed, but she did not want to get too entangled with a Master. She accelerated her body by circulating her magic power again, trying to get rid of Rovey and rush towards Scáthach. However, she was surprised to find that Rovey could keep up with her speed.

What exactly is your purpose?

"I don't have any ulterior motives, I just want to have a good talk with you."

"I have nothing to talk to you about, get out of my way, or I'll..."

Feeling the terrifying magical power that rushed towards him and erupted directly, Rovey simply smiled, his gaze towards Artoria remaining fearless.

"Otherwise what? You're planning to kill me first, right? That's perfect, I won't let you pass until I've defeated me,"

"After all, someone asked me to take good care of you... The request isn't finished yet, so I can't let you cause trouble."

"Then I'll have to defeat you first!"

Artoria, who had been repeatedly provoked by Rovey, stopped being polite and gripped the Wind King tightly with both hands, swinging her iron hammer fiercely.

Faced with the powerful and terrifying sword strike wielded by King Arthur, Rovey naturally dared not be careless. He raised his hand and directly drew a standard holy sword prepared for him by Merlin from his wand to block it.

Clang—!

The moment the two similarly designed holy swords clashed, they unleashed a powerful burst of magic. Rovey was thrown back several steps by the impact, and the mass-produced holy sword in his hand was instantly covered in cracks because it was far inferior to Artoria's.

A D-rank Noble Phantasm was destroyed by Artoria just like that, which shows how powerful King Arthur was.

"Wow, that's really terrifying strength. But you actually held back just now, didn't you? That blow was only meant to cripple me so I couldn't stop you. You didn't actually intend to kill me."

What exactly is wrong with you?

Seeing that Rovey had actually blocked her attack, Artoria's eyes were filled with apprehension.

"With this power and magic, are you still human?"

In an instant, Artoria's fighting attitude also became serious. She began to be on high alert and no longer took it lightly. She had clearly begun to treat Rovey as a Servant-level enemy, and her aura began to rise steadily.

"Of course I am still human, a real human being, just a little different from other humans."

"..."

Artoria didn't believe a word of Rovey's nonsense. She just stared at him with a serious expression, her fear in her eyes undiminished.

"Don't you want to continue chatting? Fine, let's get straight to the point, King Arthur. Someone asked me to pass on a few words to you."

As he spoke, Rovey began to gather his magic power. However, this time he did not summon his angel directly. Instead, he gradually condensed the phantom of a sword from his other hand, held it in his hand, and then caused some ripples to appear in mid-air.

"Do you recognize this sword, Your Highness King Arthur?"

He asked aloud.

Upon seeing the familiar outline of the sword, Artoria's eyes widened, and she was too surprised to speak.

"This sword is..."

The Sword of Selection, the Golden Sword, the Sword in the Stone, the sword she drew in her earliest days, the sword that carried all her initial wishes and aspirations...

"The Sword in the Stone? Wasn't this sword broken a long time ago? How did it end up here?!"

"A break doesn't mean it's gone. If it's broken, just fix it. Don't you understand such a simple principle?"

"Confused King of Knights, I wonder if you will have a different feeling now when facing this primordial sword that carries wishes and expectations?"

As Rovey spoke, Artoria, standing opposite him, simply lowered her head and did not reply, making it impossible to see her expression.

Witnessing this scene, Rovey couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"So you really haven't figured it out? What a blockhead! It seems that simply lecturing you won't do you any good. In that case, let's communicate like knights! Let's settle things with swords!"

After he finished speaking, the scene fell silent.

A cold wind blows, and the bright moon hangs in the sky.

The cool moonlight shone on Rovey, and the hem of his trench coat began to sway slightly in the night breeze. In the instant that the magic wand and holy sword gathered in his hands, a huge amount of magic power, accompanied by a terrifying aura, began to emanate from him, and then suddenly rippled outwards, splashing up countless water droplets.

Beneath the dazzling magical light came the ear-piercing, resounding clang of the unsheathed holy sword piercing the night sky.

The collision of magic and battle aura erupted almost instantly.

Almost at the same time.

In the northern suburbs of Fuyuki City, there are also only a few hundred meters apart.

Iskandar, Weber, Fionn mac Cumhaill, Kenneth, Matou Zouken, and Lancelot, the three groups, encountered Gilgamesh standing on a street lamp.

"Oh, it's been a long time, Archer."

Iskandar greeted Gilgamesh appeared directly in front of him.

"Snort..."

Gilgamesh snorted coldly and remained silent.

Fionn mac Cumhaill didn't say anything, he just bit his fingers.

"—Arrrrrrrr!!"

Lancelot, on the other hand, was much more excited than before.

"Shall we start fighting?"

"Matou Zouken."