A Person in Type-Moon, Possessing a Hero Simulator Chapter 6

"Could you endure the ultimate humiliation of having this thing crush your junk, then stuffing it into your mouth?"

"Eek~"

Not only the captured Knight—even the interrogators beside Fujimaru Kyoya let out frightened cries at the sight of those enormous pliers, which were as tall as half a person. They instinctively clamped their legs together, terrified that the horrifying Sea Tiger Blast Pliers would fall upon their vital parts the next second.

"Say goodbye to your little brother, Knight."

"You... can't... you can't do this..."

The Knight who had been ready to die just moments ago now trembled before the Sea Tiger Blast Pliers. To these people, Fujimaru Kyoya, wielding the pliers, was more terrifying and dreadful than a billion Vortigerns.

"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Get that thing away from me!"

As Fujimaru Kyoya drew closer, the Knight did not merely piss himself—if he could, he would have shrunk back into himself.

"It was Gaul... that Gaul named Lancelot was the leader. He was behind all of it."

"Gaul? You can't even make up a convincing excuse?"

"I'm not making it up! Lancelot may be from Gaul, but he was raised by Fairies. Now that Britain is in trouble, the Fairies of Avalon summoned him here."

As the Sea Tiger Blast Pliers crept ever closer to his little brother, the Knight's crotch was soaked, and the stench of urine quickly filled the interrogation room.

"Lancelot? That name sounds familiar."

As Fujimaru Kyoya pondered the name, he suddenly recalled that this guy seemed to have cuckolded his good brother Artorius.

Though the two of them now stood on opposing sides, a blonde bastard like this deserved a good taste of the Sea Tiger Blast Pliers.

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"Lord Lloyd, His Majesty Vortigern summons you."

Just as Fujimaru Kyoya was planning to shut the door and properly deal with Lancelot, Vortigern's summons interrupted his plans.

"I'll go at once."

Fujimaru Kyoya set down the nerve-racking Sea Tiger Blast Pliers and arrived before Vortigern's Throne without needing anyone to guide him.

Clearly, this Vile King intended to use the newly conquered London as his base.

"You intend to give me command of the army?"

Fujimaru Kyoya immediately wondered whether Vortigern had gone senile. He was actually handing over military command just like that.

"We share common interests. Trust those you employ, and do not employ those you distrust. Next, I will devote my attention to Rhongomyniad."

Fujimaru Kyoya's earlier act of defeating Artorius yet letting him go had not aroused Vortigern's suspicion. Instead, it had further convinced him that Fujimaru Kyoya was a man worth cultivating.

He had methods, principles, and strength. Since such a talent stood on the same side as him, why would he not use him?

"You broke that brat's sword, so Merlin shamelessly went to Avalon to seek the Holy Sword of Stars. I must complete Rhongomyniad's Anchor Up before that brat masters the Holy Sword of Stars."

Vortigern looked at Rhongomyniad before him. London City was the place closest to the Inner Sea of Stars. As long as Rhongomyniad could take root here, the Divine Era could return to the earth at the fastest possible speed.

"Next, I will become the Holy Tree. Your task will be to consolidate the forces and guard London well."

As Vortigern spoke, he drove the tip of Rhongomyniad into the ground. Vines burst from the earth, wrapping around both Vortigern and Rhongomyniad.

On that day, a towering tree rose from the ground, blotting out the sky and sun. Everyone in London City stared in astonishment at this strange sight.

They vaguely sensed something within the tree—an indescribable, inexplicable feeling. In a corner of the city, Lancelot looked at the great tree with particular unease and decided to investigate it.

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[You obtained Vortigern's military authority. Although you did not believe yourself loyal to Vortigern, because you shared the same position, you decided to follow his orders.]

[You halted the army's outward expansion and began focusing on defense. Ensuring that Vortigern's Holy Tree was not destroyed was now the key. Beneath the Holy Tree, you gained the status "Divine Era Blessing."]

[Status "Divine Era Blessing": The White Dragon Vortigern could be called the incarnate entity of the Divine Era's counterattack. He himself represented the will of the Divine Era. This was his trust in you. Beneath the Holy Tree's shade, your strength doubled.]

[You noticed that someone powerful had infiltrated the vicinity of the Holy Tree.]

"Come out."

Fujimaru Kyoya looked toward the Shadow beside him. This person might have deceived the patrolling soldiers, but he could not deceive Fujimaru Kyoya, who had guarded this place all along and knew every detail of the surrounding area.

"Vortigern's blade, Lloyd."

It was a Knight with short purple hair, his expression resolute and upright. The Holy Sword in his hand faintly resonated with Fujimaru Kyoya's own Holy Sword, clearly marking it as no ordinary weapon.

"Unbroken Lake Light? Lancelot."

Fujimaru Kyoya had long since obtained intelligence on Lancelot. After all, no one could keep secrets under the threat of the Sea Tiger Blast Pliers.

A legendary Holy Sword that would never wear down. If Unbroken Lake Light represented the "stillness" of water, then the Sword of Perpetual Purity represented water's "movement." It was only natural that the two would resonate with one another.

"You who aid the tyrant in his evil deeds have brought shame upon the Holy Sword in your hand."

Lancelot spoke with righteous conviction. Had Fujimaru Kyoya not already known that this fellow had cuckolded Artorius, he might actually have been fooled by him.

"Whether a sword is disgraced is not something you judge with your eyes. Feel it properly with your body."

Fujimaru Kyoya had nothing to say to an enemy. His sword left its sheath and slashed toward Lancelot, who answered with an equally forthright strike.

Lancelot had grown up under the care of Fairies. Not only did he possess superb Sword Art, but he also wielded Unbroken Lake Light. Since beginning his career, he had never known defeat, so naturally he did not fear Fujimaru Kyoya. Yet the moment they exchanged blows, he sensed that something was wrong.

So heavy. The blade is clearly so long and slender—how can it deliver such a heavy strike?

Unlike Gawain, whose triple combat power could only erupt at specific times, Fujimaru Kyoya's doubled combat power was a twenty-four-hour, uninterrupted buff. As long as he remained beneath the Holy Tree, no one but Triple Gawain could gain an advantage against him in a direct confrontation.

Naturally, Lancelot could not either.

Knowing that he held the advantage, Fujimaru Kyoya naturally pressed the attack. The Flowing Water Sword began gathering momentum the instant they clashed, its unceasing sword strikes slashing toward Lancelot and catching him completely off guard.

The flaw of "flowing water never stagnates, a door hinge never rots" was that the process could not be interrupted, or it would be difficult to unleash its full power. Yet beneath this Holy Tree, Fujimaru Kyoya possessed the blessing of the Divine Era. Other than Triple Gawain, who would risk his life, who could interrupt his raging torrent of an offensive?

This was bad.

Lancelot naturally sensed that his opponent's sword momentum was growing stronger and stronger. Whether in strength or skill, Lancelot held no absolute advantage. How could he interrupt this endlessly surging flow?

Lancelot had originally been the type to defeat his enemies head-on through skill and strength, paired with his holy sword's "unbreakable" nature. Yet now, facing an opponent who surpassed him in every aspect, he was beginning to struggle.

It seemed he could no longer hold back.

Lancelot poured all his Mana into Unbroken Lake Light. An ordinary weapon would have been melted by his immense Mana at this point, but this holy sword's "unbreakable" nature barely withstood the power and poured it forth from its blade in a dazzling burst of light.

"Chains All Broken, Overburdened Lake Light."

If Fujimaru Kyoya's sword was an endless torrent, then Lancelot's sword was a waterfall crashing down from on high.

An unbreakable sword backed by such immense Mana possessed the power to cleave everything before it in two. Under normal circumstances, Fujimaru Kyoya would have had no choice but to endure it head-on, unless he was willing to let his accumulated sword momentum go to waste.

But this time was different. The sword momentum he had built up for so long also needed an outlet, and beneath this Holy Tree, Fujimaru Kyoya was invincible.

"Flowing water never stagnates, a door hinge never rots."

The endless torrent erupted with tremendous power in an instant. Fujimaru Kyoya's sword clashed with Overburdened Lake Light, held it at a stalemate, then overwhelmed it—all in merely three seconds.

Lancelot realized that if he continued fighting here, he was absolutely no match for the man before him. But did he still have a chance to escape?

He did. Absolutely.

A sudden whistle through the air cut into the battlefield as an arrow flew toward Fujimaru Kyoya, forcing him to halt his assault and dodge. That gave Lancelot his chance to escape.

"Tristan, if you'd come any later, I might have died here."

Having narrowly escaped death, Lancelot let out a long breath.

"Don't celebrate too soon. I've observed Lloyd's battles before. He shouldn't possess this kind of strength. Perhaps it's because of that tree."

Tristan looked at the towering tree that had suddenly appeared, and an inexplicable sense of danger abruptly washed over him. Its source was several droplets of water floating in the air.

"Watch out."

Almost instantly, the floating droplets exploded. Powerful Mana scattered in all directions, while even smaller droplets sliced open the two men's skin like blades. Had they not been prepared, they might have already died on the spot.

"Controlling the moisture in the air by releasing Mana outside his body? But the affected range seems limited to the area around that tree."

The two of them finally left the Holy Tree's range, and Fujimaru Kyoya did not pursue them. Even those water droplets failed to appear again.

From this, they estimated Fujimaru Kyoya's range of movement.

"He can't easily leave that tree. Though we're safe now, we can't just leave that tree alone."

The unease in Lancelot's heart had yet to fade. That tree absolutely could not be allowed to remain—this was something they both agreed on.

"The two of us alone won't be enough. With Lloyd guarding it, we won't be able to succeed. The key is King Arthur."

Tristan looked toward Lancelot. This Knight raised by the fairies should have news from Avalon.

"The Trials of the Fairies won't stump her, of that I'm certain. The question is how long it will take her to return."

Lancelot knew that the Holy Sword of Stars was a creation of the Paradise Fae from back then. Getting Avalon to hand it over so easily would not be simple.

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"Sword and Sheath—which will you choose?"

Artoria had already passed the Trials of the Fairies, but before receiving the holy sword, Vivian, the Lady of the Lake, asked her a question.

The sword was the violence that swept away all things;

the sheath was the resolve to protect all things.

Artoria understood that no matter what she chose, both the Sword and Sheath would ultimately be given to her. But she had to answer this question.

"Without a sword, I cannot protect Britain. If I take up the sword, I cannot embrace Britain."

Artoria reached for the Holy Sword of Stars. She had to obtain the holy sword now if she was to have any chance of defeating Vortigern. Yet in the instant before she chose it, Fujimaru Kyoya's words echoed in her mind.

"Not human."

She hesitated.

Artoria withdrew her hand. Remembering Fujimaru Kyoya's words, she temporarily set aside her previous decision. She wanted to think like an ordinary person.

Greed, selfishness, narrow-mindedness... She would lower her perspective from that of God above the clouds. This time, she would think from the perspective of a human being.

After learning of the crisis of Divine Era Decline, after learning that those she wished to protect were fated to die, what should she choose—not as King Arthur, but as Artoria?

"I want them both."

Artoria extended both hands and claimed the Sword and Sheath together. Not only Vivian, but even Merlin was stunned. He certainly had not taught Artoria such a way of thinking.

"I believe I said to choose one."

"But I still choose both. I don't want to give up either the future or the present."

Setting aside the unchangeable past, the sheath was the power to protect the present, while the sword was the power to forge the future.

Artoria would neither cling to the present and stagnate nor focus on the future and abandon what lay beneath her feet. She... wanted both.

Silence.

The fairies all fell silent. No one knew what Vivian was thinking. In the end, the Lady of the Lake merely said to Merlin:

"You taught her well."

[The Resistance Army, once fighting separately, gradually converged. On the front lines, where neither you nor Vortigern stood guard, you were unable to stop their unstoppable advance toward victory.]

[Stories of King Arthur began circulating through London City. You learned that she had already obtained the Holy Sword of Stars from the Lady of the Lake.]

[Even as the situation began to turn around, you still did not believe you had lost.]

"Though I don't think I'll lose, Vortigern, aren't you being a little too hasty?"

Beneath the Holy Tree, Fujimaru Kyoya spoke as he looked at Fallen Leaf, wondering whether the White Dragon who had become the Holy Tree could hear him.

If Vortigern had not transformed into the Holy Tree, they could have taken advantage of Arthur's absence to defeat those troublesome knights one by one. They would not have ended up in their current situation, with the Holy Tree restraining the two of them.

"The Holy Sword is currently the only means of defeating me. Everyone else is merely a minor concern. Whether the Age of Gods can continue depends on King Arthur and me."

Fallen Leaf carried the message, and Vortigern's words appeared in Fujimaru Kyoya's mind. After several months of silence, the White Dragon had finally regained a measure of consciousness.

"Or is it that you can't handle the other knights joining forces?"

"Without your protection, I truly can't beat them."

Fujimaru Kyoya did not deny that, in his normal state, he was no match for the assembled knights. After all, Triple Gawain alone was enough to make one's teeth ache, let alone powerhouses like Lancelot.

But as the old saying went, "Once you accept your own weakness, you become invincible." Clearly, Fujimaru Kyoya had accepted his weakness, so he calmly accepted the Holy Tree's protection.