I Grant You a Moment of Glory

"Wait, I think you've misunderstood me."

Lancelot felt the increasingly powerful offensive and understood the problem in his words. He had to explain himself quickly, otherwise, if he betrayed the Knight of the Lake after just being beaten up by a girl, everyone would probably think he was involved in BDSM.

"Misunderstanding? There's no misunderstanding, I know you too well."

Fujimaru Kyoya showed no mercy; this kind of guy who preys on minors deserves to be blasted to smithereens.

That's my daughter.

"Daughter? You guys still play this kind of game?"

Fujimaru Kyoya's worldview was once again shaken. Everyone knew that Lancelot had a son named Gahalard, but no one had ever heard of any daughter's deeds.

What else could this be but some kind of perverted play?

In Fujimaru Kyoya's opinion, how could Lancelot, that old lecher, only have eyes for Mash? He must also be interested in his sister.

This dog breed wants to take advantage of me? Damn it, if you have this scrotum, give it a try.

"Mash, quickly explain this to your father!"

Lancelot withstood Fujimaru Kyoya's attack. After all, Fujimaru Kyoya had already been somewhat exhausted and had also been affected by the explosion, while Lancelot, having waited in a well-rested state, was not afraid.

But this concerns my reputation.

"Father, the enemy is in your hands now. We will meet at the temple of Ramesses II."

Mash is a good girl, a consensus shared by everyone in Chaldea. However, at this moment, perhaps influenced by Galahad's Spirit Origin within her, this good girl is practically an Unfilial Daughter.

They wouldn't even blink an eye when it came to selling out their fathers.

"Mash, wouldn't this...?"

"It's alright, those are the strongest Knights of the Round Table. Besides, didn't the Old Man of the Mountain say that the Holy Grail in this Singularity was taken by Ramesses II? We need to retrieve it."

Mash was originally Artificial Human and had no concept of parents or similar things. In addition, due to Galahad's influence, she was unaware that her act of selling her father had reached a high level.

As for Lancelot...

"Father? What a heart-stopping title."

Lancelot felt something burning within him, and at that moment, he was ready to fight anyone, no matter who the opponent was.

"Since it's bad for your heart, don't do this kind of play."

"I already said it's not Play."

The strongest Knights of the Round Table faced Blade of Vortigern, which reminded Lancelot of their first battle, when Fujimaru Kyoya possessed the blessing of the Holy Tree, and if it weren't for Tristan's help, he might have been left there.

This time is different, though. His opponent is injured while he is well-rested and ready to fight. The outcome is still uncertain.

Most importantly, he now possesses the King of Lions's blessing, "Fierce," which enhances him in every aspect. Even against Triple Gawain, he doesn't need to resort to delaying tactics to achieve a direct victory.

With one side gaining an advantage Fujimaru Kyoya suddenly found himself struggling.

Lancelot, however, did not become complacent about his brief advantage; he would never forget Fujimaru Kyoya's final sword dance in the rain.

We can't push the person in front of us to that point, or he'll die here.

Having finally come to understand and confront his true feelings, Lancelot cannot simply die here. He must undo his mistakes and prevent the King of Lions from stopping the Chaldea group.

Why are you targeting Chaldea so much?

Others might not know, but Lancelot understood that the person before him clearly supported Chaldea's actions, believing that humanity should be given a chance, a chance to take control of its destiny.

The King of Lions also took advantage of this, using the guise of a "test" to recruit him into his ranks.

"Hasn't the test been enough? Even with the help of Servant, escaping this far from your pursuit is something no ordinary person could do."

Lancelot didn't slack off much before Mash revealed her true identity; even by his standards at that time, Fujimaru Ritsuka had done a good enough job as a Master.

"It's not enough. You understand that such power is simply insufficient to reach the End Singularity."

Fujimaru Kyoya was well aware that he was somewhat obsessed, but he didn't feel anything was wrong with it. Even after simulating several lives, he had never reached that state of absolute transcendence.

He's still human, and as long as he's human, he still has selfish desires.

Fujimaru Kyoya's personal desire was simple: he hoped his family could live a peaceful and stable life. It was that simple wish.

Is there anything wrong with that?

Even if there is a mistake, the mistake lies with the world, with this world that puts underage girls on the mission of saving the world.

"But I still choose to believe in hope. I faced my own heart, and I know that what we are doing now is wrong."

A clear light shone on the Unbroken Lake Light, and dense Mana compressed on the sword, causing immense destruction—this was Lancelot's Noble Phantasm.

"Shining like the surface of water, burning fiercely, my Holy Sword!"

The water caught fire.

Unlike Fujimaru Kyoya's anger, Lancelot's burning passion was a fighting spirit, a determination not to stand idly by any longer.

In the past, in order to bring about King Arthur's defeat, he was forced to watch helplessly as his beloved met his inevitable end in his homeland. This time, Lancelot absolutely will not allow such a thing to happen.

"Bound and shackles severed, the Overburdened Lake Light!"

"Flowing Water Never Stales, Hinges Never Rot."

Faced with this well-prepared sword strike, Fujimaru Kyoya's Flowing Water Sword had not been fully charged, and its power was naturally inferior to Lancelot's when used prematurely.

"Boom!"

The two Noble Phantasm clashed, and both were blasted away by the force of the other's attack. Lancelot, not wanting to continue the fight, used the force to quickly create distance and chase after his daughter.

After all, compared to his daughter, the battle seemed less important.

Fujimaru Kyoya didn't press the matter. He understood that if he went any further, he would be entering the Pharaoh's territory, and he wouldn't be able to snatch the person from the Temple of Grand Radiance.

Have I become the kind of person I hate?

Fujimaru Kyoya calmed down. He recalled his impulsive actions after seeing his sister and could only manage a helpless smile in the end.

He used to hate this "I'm doing this for your own good" approach to education.

But when their positions were reversed, he realized he wasn't much better off.

Human beings' so-called "growth" is nothing more than the process of becoming the kind of person they hate.

When youth fades, when responsibilities weigh, when one can no longer only think of oneself.

Responsibility, duty, family, love...

"How heavy this is, is this life?"

Fujimaru Kyoya embarked on his journey back to the Holy City, but his steps were slow, as if he were being carried by a heavy burden.

Chapter 135 I Grant You Fleeting Brilliance 12/102

The air within the Holy City was heavy.

This campaign, which was originally a sure thing, suffered huge losses due to a series of changes.

"I understand. Mordred and Tristan's sacrifice will not have been in vain. As long as this city stands, no one can defeat us."

Rongomyniad calmly analyzed the current situation.

The Old Man of the Mountain's early arrival led to Mordred and Tristan's defeat, and the Chaldea group's return from the Deep Mountain to the desert suggests they still didn't want to give up Ramesses II's help.

If these combat forces were integrated...

"Ramesses II, the Old Man of the Mountain, Vortigern, Lancelot..."

Even though Agravain didn't include the Hassan and Chaldea in his fighting force, these people were already enough to give him and his team a headache.

"With the king's blessing, I should be able to slow down the Old Man of the Mountain."

Gawain volunteered to face one of the enemy's strongest fighters. With the protection of "Nightless," he was under the blazing sun wherever he went.

At triple power, Gawain has a fighting chance against anyone.

"Lancelot's rebellion this time is unforgivable. If this traitor dares to set foot in the Holy City, Agravain will present the traitor's head to the King."

Under normal circumstances Agravain would never utter such presumptuous words, but this is the Holy City, the Holy City he built himself. As long as the King of Lions takes away the blessing from Lancelot, Agravain is absolutely confident that he can lead the enemy to Hell.

"And you, Lloyd?"

Rongomyniad looked at Fujimaru Kyoya; she had already healed his injuries, and he should now be able to unleash his full power.

I will stay by your side.

Fujimaru Kyoya understood that whatever Chaldea wanted to do, their ultimate target was Rongomyniad, and all he had to do was wait for it to come to them.

"Alright, then everything remains the same."

Rongomyniad felt neither fear nor apprehension; even as the balance of power began to shift, she would not back down.

She would not hesitate to prove that this civilization once existed.

"Come on, Lloyd."

The Knight withdrew, while Rongomyniad ordered Fujimaru Kyoya to stay by his side at all times.

"You said it yourself, that you would stay by my side, just like back then."

"I understand, I'll do whatever you say."

Fujimaru Kyoya followed behind Rongomyniad, but even the inhuman Rongomyniad could sense that the other was distracted.

"Isn't it a waste to squander the last bit of relaxation before the big battle?"

Upon reaching the highest point of the Holy City, the setting sun shone on their faces, and a gentle breeze eased the previously oppressive atmosphere.

"You care a lot about those people in Chaldea?"

"Um."

Fujimaru Kyoya deny it, after all, everyone had seen his performance these past few days.

"I know that what I did was not right."

With the appearance of Fujimaru Kyoya, fragments of memories would occasionally surface in Rongomyniad's mind, as if the body was gradually coming back to life.

The voice told Rongomyniad that what she had done was wrong.

"I used to have no concept of right and wrong, but now that I do, I don't plan to go back, because I'm not human and I can't understand that feeling."

Humans are too weak, and because of this weakness, they have struggled with countless predicaments since their birth, constantly fighting against things stronger than themselves.

Countless people were knocked down in this process, but those who were not knocked down shone brightly.

"But I've made my decision."

Rongomyniad looked at Fujimaru Kyoya, her expression changing, as if something was awakening within her.

This feeling made Fujimaru Kyoya feel dazed; he seemed to see the stubborn girl who said "I want them all" appear before him again.

"We have the possibility of having it all, don't we?"

Rongomyniad looked into the distance; she could already sense the unusual activity at the desert temple. Clearly, the Pharaoh had finally made a decision after being persuaded by Chaldea.

"The original plan remains unchanged, but I want to preserve these people as specimens in advance, so that even if this Singularity is corrected, the specimens can still be preserved."

"This requires a lot of extra effort."

Fujimaru Kyoya frowned. This choice was completely contrary to Rongomyniad's rationality as a god... Artoria, have you returned?

"That's right, I will use all my Mana, and I will be unable to move for a while. I need your protection."

To reveal one's most vulnerable side to a human is absolutely not something a god should do, yet Rongomyniad did it.

I don't know why, I just want to do it.

"This time, it's still you who will protect me, protect the last bastion of Humanity Incineration, Lloyd, are you willing to fight for me?"

Even if I have failed before?

Fujimaru Kyoya.

What kind of last Guardian of the Age of Gods is he? He's nothing but a loser. Has Rongomyniad gone mad? Entrusting such an important task to a loser.

"I Grant You Fleeting Brilliance, to guard the sanctuary in your heart."

Rongomyniad gently tiptoed and kissed Fujimaru Kyoya on the forehead, and instantly a familiar feeling surged through Fujimaru Kyoya's body.

That was a blessing from Rongomyniad.