The Cabbage Got Groped by a Wild Boar / Oberon = Beast Scallop

Unfortunately, they are destined not to fly away today.

A dark-faced figure appeared behind them and said:

"Mount Lu Rising Chicken Tyrant"

The Saint Seiya's ultimate move appeared for the first time in this Lostbelt. Fujimaru Kyoya, and its power was no less than that of Purple Dragon, and even approached that of Tohko.

"Wow~ my hot dog!"

Haha, they're already in Heaven.

The Tooth Fairy' hot dog, after being struck by Fujimaru Kyoya, had been transformed into Octopus Sausage, splitting open in the middle and blooming into a flower.

It sent a chill down the spines of both men and women, which made many of the Fairy want to flee, but Fujimaru Kyoya was not about to let them have their way.

"Mount Lu Hundred Chicken Tyrant, yay!"

Several upward forces came from below their crotches, and the powerful impact sent countless Fairy flying into the sky. For Fujimaru Kyoya advocated gender equality, these people who spiraled upwards in place were naturally both men and women.

This is Fujimaru Kyoya's philosophy of gender equality!

At this moment, regardless of whether they had been hit by the "Mount Lu Hundred Chicken Tyrant," everyone squeezed their legs together, fearing that they would be attacked.

Choose.

Fujimaru Kyoya threw the Staff of Selection and planted it in front of Artoria, demanding that the girl make a choice.

"Will you stay here and continue to be bullied by them, or pick up a weapon and teach the villains a lesson? Make your choice."

"My... choice?"

Artoria looked at the Staff of Selection that had returned to her hand, and for a moment she didn't know whether to hold onto what had originally belonged to her.

The power to choose—this was the first power she had ever possessed.

From a young age, she was robbed of her possessions, slept in stables, and did odd jobs. Only a man who called himself Merlin communicated with her and taught her Magecraft.

Artoria only knew that she was the Child of Prophecy, only knew her mission; she had never made a choice, but now Fujimaru Kyoya was forcing her to make one.

"If you can't make a choice, then take the staff and kill yourself. I won't stay in this village. They will take revenge on you after I leave. At this time, suicide might be a good thing for a coward like you."

"Suicide?"

Artoria didn't want to commit suicide, but she also understood that Fujimaru Kyoya was right; once he left, these vicious villagers would definitely retaliate against her.

If you don't have the courage to kill these people, you'll be tormented by them.

"Choose. If you want to avoid choosing, commit suicide. That way you can escape your choice and your fate. Aren't you tired of this destiny that's always being arranged for you?"

Yes, once you die, everything vanishes.

Artoria grasped the Staff of Selection, but...

"I refuse. I will not commit suicide, nor will I kill them. I will not stay. I choose nothing."

Artoria's eyes hardened. She understood that if she had made any choice as Fujimaru Kyoya had asked, she would have been simply following his instructions.

She didn't make a choice at all; she was still under the control of fate, so she refused.

Even though the world has changed, Artoria is still Artoria.

Chapter 248 The Cabbage Was Steed by a Wild Boar

Instead of accepting any other options, they truly made their own choices.

Fujimaru Kyoya put away his stern expression. If this was how Artoria, then he could set off with peace of mind.

Fujimaru Kyoya didn't make things difficult for the villagers. He had no grudge against them, and his earlier intervention was merely to help the timid Artoria.

Now that this young girl has finally taken a step on her own, he won't need to intervene anymore.

King Arthur, having firmly established his beliefs, was invincible, and although the King Arthur before them was still young, the villagers were unable to make things difficult for him.

As for these villagers?

Evil people will be punished by evil people. Such extreme actions will eventually lead to their own demise. Moreover, after Artoria leaves, these guys will have to worry that this Child of Prophecy will come looking for revenge.

Fujimaru Kyoya certainly understood that Artoria wouldn't do such a thing, but such a magnanimous spirit was beyond the comprehension of these scumbags. They would try to fathom a noble character with their own inferior thoughts, and in the end, they would live in constant fear.

This might be a more appropriate punishment.

"Wait, hold on a second."

Fujimaru Kyoya hadn't gone far when he heard someone calling from behind. Turning around, he saw Artoria wielding the Staff of Selection, chasing after him.

Can I travel with you?

Are you out of your mind?

Fujimaru Kyoya has not forgotten why he came here: to erase this Lostbelt and return this world to its predetermined fate.

At this moment, he was nothing less than a world-destroying demon king to this world.

Now, this Child of Prophecy, on whom so many have placed their hopes, is going to act alongside him. Isn't that a bit...?

"A girl going on a trip with someone she's only met for less than a day? I thought your chest was small enough, but your head seems even smaller."

"You're being incredibly rude. Even if you don't want to drag me into trouble, commenting on a girl's figure like that still really hurts me."

Upon hearing the other person mention her chest, Artoria angrily picked up the Staff of Selection, intending to give Fujimaru Kyoya a Tathagata Buddha hairstyle.

She was indeed just a country girl who hadn't seen much of the world, but her intuition was still sharp, especially after Fujimaru Kyoya's series of actions, which showed that this man wasn't as bad as he appeared.

"You only did this to help me get revenge, right?"

"Since you can see it, why didn't you see the malice those people harbored towards you?"

This is what Fujimaru Kyoya doesn't understand. The Artoria of this world is not stupid at all. Even though her strength is still weak now, she should not be as timid and submissive as before.

"Because I have let everyone down."

Artoria recited the prophecy that had recently become widely circulated: a prophecy left behind by the Mirror Clan's patriarch before their extinction.

The Child of Prophecy will arrive in Britain with the Staff of Selection and a ship full of treasure. She will embark on her journey when she turns sixteen, and at the same time ring the "bell" kept by the Six Great Clans.

At that time, Morgan's rule will come to an end, and Britain will welcome its own True King.

"So, in other words, there's a bunch of good-for-nothings in Britain right now. They're angry at Morgan's rule but dare not speak out, so they're just waiting for the so-called Child of Prophecy to bring them salvation. And the good-for-nothings in that village, finding the Child of Prophecy weak, started to lose hope in you and began to abuse you?"

In that instant, Fujimaru Kyoya regretted it. He regretted letting them go so easily earlier; he should have at least taken out their testicles and fed them to them.

"Your eyes have gotten so dangerous. I've definitely let them down."

"What a load of rubbish! He's just blindly expecting something from someone, then blindly disappointed in them. This kind of trash would pollute the air even if he were cremated."

At this moment, perhaps only sweating like soybeans could describe Fujimaru Kyoya's feelings.

"Artoria, listen carefully. The meaning of life does not come from the approval of others, but from your own pursuit. Don't be bound by the labels others give you. In my eyes, you have never been Artoria, just an ordinary girl."

"An ordinary girl..."

Artoria's expression was complicated. She didn't know what kind of expression she had at this moment. For all these years, she had existed as the Child of Prophecy, and she had never thought that she could let go of this identity.

"But... Morgan..."

Even Artoria, living in the countryside, was aware of Morgan's tyranny, and with her kind heart, she would never stand idly by.

But it is precisely because of this that she suffers so much because she is powerless.

She should have had power.

Fujimaru Kyoya understood that the girl before him had not failed the Fairy of the village, but rather had failed his own expectations of her.

The inner kindness that leads to self-reproach for one's own weakness is a "disease" that only kind people suffer from.

"Then go and defeat Morgan, not as the Child of Prophecy, but as Artoria. Weakness can be overcome through training, but once you admit defeat, there's truly no way to win."

A warm hand stroked Artoria's head through her little felt hat. Fujimaru Kyoya didn't say anything more, but his words, "There's always a way," resonated deep within the girl's heart.

The air fell silent, and the atmosphere took on a slightly ambiguous tone. What was supposed to be a beautiful scene was instead filled with anger in the eyes of someone hiding in the grove.

"My Artoria... I wasn't paying attention and the little cabbage in my house was eaten by a wild boar! Oh no!"

The White-Haired Boy spoke through gritted teeth, his words sounding like those of an old father. He had a pair of butterfly-like wings, his clothes were exceptionally gorgeous, and a crown with star patterns encircled his head.

He was like a prince from a fairy tale.

"No, we need to find a way to infiltrate them."

The White-Haired Boy was genuinely worried about Artoria, fearing that this girl, just beginning to experience love, would be taken advantage of and even have someone else count the money for her. He then turned and disappeared into the forest.

"Damn it, what's going on here?"

Not long after Fujimaru Kyoya and the others left, a squad of Morgan's soldiers arrived at the village they had visited. Someone had told them that the whereabouts of the Child of Prophecy had been discovered there.

But when they arrived, all they saw was a group of Fairy frantically killing each other.

"Killing one less person means less pressure, and this winter can get through."

Mad words came from the mouths of these Fairy, and at the same time, specks of black matter crawled onto their bodies—that was... Calamity.

Chapter 249 Oberon = Beast Scallop

Artoria from this World Line? In a way, that's not bad.

Fujimaru Kyoya looked at his childhood friend, who was completely different from him and had not yet realized he was going to be a king, which gave him a touch of girlish sweetness.

I wish she could stay like this forever.

However, this was impossible. Fujimaru Kyoya understood that in the face of Morgan's atrocities, Artoria would inevitably embark on the path of prophecy to ring the "bell" kept by the Six Great Clans.

Furthermore, the fate of this world has already been sealed, and its demise is almost inevitable.

Have we become enemies again?

Fujimaru Kyoya sighed in the same way. The other party was the Savior the world had been waiting for, while he himself was the demon king who would destroy the world. Even though the two of them had temporarily joined forces to fight against the tyrant Morgan, they would eventually become enemies.

Thinking of this Fujimaru Kyoya couldn't help but laugh at himself. Fate always likes to play tricks.

Enough. Hesitation only leads to more trouble. After so many days of indecision, Fujimaru Kyoya should make a decision.

"Artoria, as a friend, I don't think I've ever told you where I'm from, have I?"

This is something that will have to be said sooner or later, so it's better to cut ties now that there's no emotional foundation between us.

Although Fujimaru Kyoya knows Artoria, the Fujimaru Kyoya in front of Artoria is still a stranger. It seems that severing this ill-fated relationship will not be difficult.

"Indeed, in theory, all of humanity should be under control by now, and you seem to lack a lot of common sense."

Artoria was well aware that there were many strange things about the human in front of her, but she still didn't actively try to uncover his secrets. It's hard to say whether this is kindness or naivety.

"Actually, I come from Pan-Human History, and I'm here to stop..."

"That's right, the hero who defeats Morgan from the correct historical perspective."

A cheerful voice interrupted Fujimaru Kyoya's words, and looking in the direction of the voice, one could see a boy who seemed to have stepped out of a fairy tale.

Butterfly-like wings, a bright and cheerful smile, white hair gleaming like gold in the sunlight—he seemed like a decent, good person, but...

I really want to punch this jerk in the face.

Fujimaru Kyoya considered himself a law-abiding citizen and wouldn't normally ambush someone with a club, but why was this guy in front of him...?

"Bang!"

Before Fujimaru Kyoya could even react, his body had already moved. With the blessing of "First Before First," the cheerful White-Haired Boy was knocked down from the tree by Fujimaru Kyoya a single blow.

"Huh? I ambushed them?"

Fujimaru Kyoya claimed that he was completely innocent; he clearly didn't want to do this, but his body inexplicably started moving.

Merlin, are you alright?

Artoria had recognized the boy before, and his frustrated expression reminded her of Merlin, the person who taught her Magecraft.

Merlin?

This nickname surprised Fujimaru Kyoya, since the sunny and cheerful boy in front of him was completely unrelated to Merlin, that pervert.

"No... it's not Merlin, it's the Fairy King Oberon!"

The White-Haired Boy got up from the ground and struck a pose reminiscent of DIO, clearly stunned by the blow he had just received.